“N&S: John Thornton, Love Lessons”, Ch. 89 (PG-13): Epilogue/End–Twenty Years later, Love Lessons Learned, October 12, 2014 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #648)
[I will illustrate my story using my dream cast from the 2004 BBC production of “North & South” and other actors for additional characters: Richard Armitage for John Thornton, Daniela Denby-Ashe for Margaret Hale, Lesley Manville for Mrs. Maria Hale, Tim Pigott-Smith for Mr. Richard Hale, Sinead Cusack for Mrs. Hannah Thornton Ogilvy, Jo Joyner for Fiona/Fanny Thornton Ogilvy, Brendan Coyle for Nicholas Higgins, Graham McTavish as Dr. Cameron Ogilvy, Holliday Grainger for Angharad Ogilvy MacIntosh, Simon Woods for Baird Ogilvy, Emma Ashton as Mrs. Dillard, John Light as Henry Lennox, Tim Faraday as Watson, Gillian Anderson at Carlotta Quint Watson, Jeremy Northam as Dr. Miles Houghton, Gerard Butler as Lord Jamie Ogilvy, Juliette Lewis as Lady Thistle Ogilvy, Helena Bonham Carter as Brigid Gordon, and Steven Waddington as Major Reginald Monckton, etc.] [(1) story logo]
Author’s Mature Content Note: “N&S: John Thornton, Love Lessons” is a story with mature themes of love and relationships set within a period drama of the 1850’s. As such there will be heartfelt moments of love and sensuality (S)–as well as other dramatic emotions (D), including some violence (V)–and I will rate those chapters accordingly. If you are unable or unwilling to attend a movie with the ratings that I provide, then please do not read that chapter. This is my disclaimer.
Author’s Recap from the previous chapter: Lord Jamie Ogilvy was on the mend from his Christmas Day 1860 sledding accident saving John Thornton and his young son Douglas from sledding into the river and he was starting to walk again the following Spring. Also in Spring John and Margaret welcomed their fourth child, a son they named James Richard Thornton in honor of Lord Jamie. Though John worried throughout Margaret’s pregnancy–since she had such difficulty in giving birth to their first child Audrey Grace nearly ten years prior that they they had adopted their now seven year old daughter Caty and her infant brother the now five year old Douglas five years ago–baby Jamie came a little early and swiftly, his slightly smaller size being a blessing for Margaret. With their children around them greeting the new baby, John and Margaret could not be happier than they were at that moment. But, the best is yet to come.
“N&S: John Thornton, Love Lessons”, Ch. 89 (PG-13): End/Epilogue–Twenty Years Later, Love Lessons Learned
With their four children’s ages spread over a ten year gap, it seems that John and Margaret were continually with little ones about. And they would have had it no other way. The older children, Audrey Grace, Caty, and Douglas were and are close friends with each other–the girls more so with each other, them being girls and only two years apart in age. And though Douglas is five years older than his younger brother Jamie, once they were at Eton together when Jamie was eight and Douglas was thirteen, they really bonded. Being older, Douglas had been taken in to see the workings of Marlborough Mills much earlier than has Jamie. That was really best, since Jamie’s sensibilities tended toward helping people who were ill and he wanted to grow up and be a doctor–like his Grandpa Cameron Ogilvy Lord Airlie.
But as often happens when boys get together at private school, they compare their circumstances and their potential inheritances. And with Douglas being one of only a handful of sons who were adopted who are being educated at Eton, the distinction between Douglas being his parents’ real child versus being their adopted child–the rights of a first born son–weigh heavily upon Douglas’ shoulders. It is during the Summer break of Douglas’ sixteenth year in 1871, when the other boys had talked about London Seasons and hoping to secure a bride with a handsome dowery in exchange for them bestowing a title or their own wealth in the future, that Douglas begins to feel uncertain about his place in the world and in his future. These feelings might be natural for any adolescent young man on the cusp of manhood. But for Douglas Thornton, as the adopted son of John and Margaret Thornton, his concerns are greater.
And John notices his son Douglas’ unusually quiet demeanor as they review the payroll one early June Saturday morning in John’s Thornton Manor study where he sometimes prefers working in hours beyond the regular mill work day. They sit at adjoining desks, with Douglas at sixteen years looking and acting so much like his father with his straight dark hair and determined set to his jaw. While silver hairs becomingly streak the fifty four year old John’s black hair, time has not diminished his handsomeness. Were anyone to guess in gazing upon these two men, they would definitely say that they are father and son by blood, as well as by name. And John has has relaxed somewhat in his demeanor over the years, his growing confidence in his personal and professional lives helping him to be less overbearing than he was in his younger years.
John: “Douglas, you have been staring at that same column of payroll figures for ten minutes. Do you find an error in the calculation? Are we underpaying or overpaying anyone?” John [(2) right] waits patiently for a reply.
Douglas: Startled since his mind had wandered, Douglas sits up straighter at his smaller desk situated next to his Papa’s larger desk. “Oh! No! I am sorry Papa. I was distracted by …” Douglas looks out the window in hope of an idea of a plausible distraction to give his father to disguise his real concern. “…by the prospect of rain.” He shakes his head almost immediately at the lame excuse he gives his father.
John: “Oh! Well, if it does rain, it will stop before your afternoon garden birthday party today. Your Mama will be seriously displeased to have the weather threaten her party plans.” John smiles and claps his son on his right shoulder.
Douglas: “Ha ha ha! Yes, Papa. The sky would not dare to contradict Mama’s plans.”
John: “And we need nothing more to upset your Mama at this time, when she is set to launch your sister Caty onto unsuspecting eligible bachelors for her first London Season.”
Douglas: Douglas nods his head. “Several of the fellows at school had talked about the London season quite a lot. Many of them have sisters who will make their debut this Summer.”
Douglas’ sister Catriona Caty Thornton is just eighteen years with silky auburn hair, wide expressive eyes, an appropriately small nose set between two high cheekbones, a bow shaped mouth, and a healthy constitution with a well proportioned figure. Douglas supposes that she is even pretty. But he can’t quite yet imagine her being married as their twenty year old sister Audrey Grace is engaged to be at the end of Summer.
John: “Ah me! Though I will enjoy seeing Edith and Maxwell Lennox again when we stay with them for a month, the prospect of staying in London for an extended time during the social whirl of the Summer Season is not really my idea of a hoiday.” John shakes his head and rolls his eyes.
Douglas: Douglas asks delicately. “Papa? Will Caty have the same … arrangements for her dowery considerations as Audrey Grace has?”
John: “Yes, of course. The girls will each have a 5,000 pound dowry for their wedding settlements that will be paid out to they and their husbands over five years, plus modest annuities after that. And upon my death, they will each receive annually a one tenth share of the Mills’ profits–with you and your brother Jamie sharing the other eighty percent and co ownership and management of the mills.” John looks at his son quizzically. “Why do you ask?”
Douglas: “It’s just that … well…”
John: “Douglas! You are not usually so tongue tied. Unlike Jamie who could benefit socially from being a bit more like his usually loquacious elder brother.” John smiles broadly at his elder son.
Douglas: “Thank you, Papa.” Douglas smiles wanly. “But the fellows talk about what they will inherit, and sometimes who will not inherit.” Douglas says a bit vaguely.
John: “And whom do they say will not inherit?” John begins to have suspicions about Douglas’ concerns.
Douglas: “Well, girls, naturally, cannot inherit fortunes or titles entailed to the male line.” Douglas shrugs his shoulders.
John: “Do not say that to your Mama. She would see those laws repealed and revoked.” Douglas nods. “And?”
Douglas: “And second sons typically do not inherit fortunes or titles.”
John: “It is true that the aristocracy have some antiquated views and traditions about passing down their legacies. But in our family, you and Jamie will share equally, with your sisters also being included as inheritors.”
Douglas: “Yes.” Douglas says slowly. “But Papa, though I am the eldest son… Jamie is your … true son. I am adopted. Does not that alter matters?” Douglas looks away from his father in pain. His schoolmates had unintentionally caused Douglas to doubt himself, to doubt his parents’ love.
John: “Oh Douglas!” John sighs in distress as his face falls in recognition of his son’s torment. “Douglas! Look at me!”
Douglas: “Hhh!” Douglas sighs almost inaudibly as he slowly turns his head to look at his father, willing himself to be stoic and to not be emotional, though his heart is breaking at thinking that he is less than his father’s true son.
John: “Douglas, you are my true son, our true son–your Mama’s and mine.” John says in earnest as he gazes searchingly into his son’s eyes.
Douglas: “Of course, Papa.” Douglas nods politely. He adores his Papa, looks up to him as if he were a god. His Papa is everything he hopes and wants to be some day–if he is allowed to have that dream by society’s rules.
Realizing that he needs to do some convincing, John stands and walks around his desk to Douglas and lifts him to a standing position. Though an inch taller than John, Douglas at sixteen years old is still a boy at times–never more so than at this moment when John pulls his son into his embrace.
John: “You are our first born son–your Mama’s and mine. You came to us in the first month of your birth when you were so little, I was afraid to hold you if you might break. I rocked you to sleep at night when you were fussy, and I changed your disgustingly poopy wrappers a time or two.” John wrinkles up his face in remembrance–even though he didn’t have to do that very often.
Douglas: “Oh Papa.” Douglas whines embarrassedly.
John: “Hush, I’m telling our story.” John tousels his son’s hair and grins at his son’s face as he continues to hold him but looking him directly in his eyes–so his son can see the honesty of his words . “Now where was I? Oh yes. You crawled on the floor to me first and I held your hands as you took your first steps when you were little. Your first baby tooth has pride of place in my dress cufflinks box–with the diamond studs. You said Pa before you said Ma. And you would slap my face so hard sometimes when you were giddy as a toddler that I almost lost my own teeth. Ha ha ha! I watched over you through the night when you had a terribly high fever when you were four. And I sledded down that Scottish hill in sheer terror with you when you were five because I wanted to make you happy. And there are so many more memories that I hold dear. You will complete your schooling at Eton and then you will go on to university, as I was not able to do because of circumstances.” Those circumstances being his father’s death.
Douglas: “Papa.” Douglas sighs with unshed tears in his eyes.
John: “Douglas, Your flesh might not be of my body, but you forever reside in my heart as my first born son. No father of a son could be prouder of you than I am. You are mine! Do you hear me? You are mine!” John fervently cries out and crushes his son to his breast and strokes his back as his son’s tears fall.
Douglas: “Papa! I’ve only ever wanted to be your son.” Douglas Thornton lets his anguished boyish tears fall as he tightly embraces his Papa, John Thornton.
Father and son stay embracing for several moments. Eventually, they compose themselves and pull back from each other, with a greater understanding and love shared between them. Then they step back from each other.
John: “Are you alright, Douglas?”
Douglas: “I am, … now. Thank you for being my Papa.”
John: “It is my greatest privilege and honor to be your father, Douglas. Thank you for being my son.” The two men embrace briefly again. “Now! We should really get back to work if we ever have hope of finishing in time for luncheon and to get to your birthday party this afternoon.”
Douglas: Smiling, Douglas nods. “Yes, Papa.”
John: “Oh and Douglas, perhaps we should keep something just to ourselves.” John suggests sheepishly. Douglas looks at his father quizzically. “Don’t ever tell your Mama that your first word was Pa, because I told her it was Ma–since she so wanted you to say her name first.” John shrugs his shoulders impishly.
Douglas: “Your secret is safe with me, Papa.” Douglas smiles.
Douglas goes on to have a lovely sixteenth birthday garden party with family and friends–no rain dared fall. Everyone survives Caty Thornton’s London debut this Summer Season as she conquers many hearts, but holds her own in check for now. And Audrey Grace and her wedding that August are beautiful, though it is difficult for John and Margaret to have their eldest child leave their home to make a new home with her new husband.
The following ten years see more changes in the Thornton family–with each of their daughters Audrey Grace and Caty are now married and with children of their own, their son Jamie is in medical school in Scotland and staying with his elderly grandparents Hannah Lady Airlie and Cameron Lord Airlie, and their Cambridge graduate son Douglas manages the Mills and is living at home in Thornton Manor.
Margaret and John lie sleeping comfortably in their Thornton Manor bedchamber this fine Monday morning of April 1881. They have lived and loved each other for nearly thirty one years and they are the parents and grandparents of their loving family. Margaret’s sleepy eyes flutter open and she smiles gazing at her handsome husband. The years have brought much silver now to John’s sixty three year old hair, a few wrinkles, and some stiffness in his joints, but she feels that he looks distinguished and regal–an elder statesman. And though he is in his twilight years, John is still engaged in Marlborough Mills operations as a consultant to their eldest son Douglas Thornton who took over the reins completely three years ago at the young age of twenty-three–the age that John was when he became Master of Marlborough Mills. Margaret brushes a lock of John’s silvered hair from his eyes.
John: Without opening his eyes, John smiles and says in a whispered huskily deep voice. “Ah! Sleeping Beauty finally awakens.”
Margaret: “You are awake? You faker!” Margaret playfully swats her husband’s bare shoulder as she lies back down snuggling against him.
John: “Yes, I am awake–for the second time this morning.” John smiles broadly and opens his eyes to gaze upon his beautiful wife with loving adoration. For he and Margaret had shared a lovely early morning romantic tryst.
Margaret: Blushing, Margaret brings the sheet to cover her breasts. “Oh you! It seems that time has only cemented your wickedness. Am I not a grandmother four times over? The lines on my face are evidence of that.” At fifty-four years, Margaret is four years older than Hannah Thornton was when Margaret became Mrs. John Thornton. It was a lifetime ago, their lifetime ago. But the years have, indeed, been kind to Margaret Thornton.
John: “That you are, My Love. You are a wonderful Mother and Grandmother.” John tenderly caresses her face. “But you are always my ever beautiful bride. And time has only made me love you more.” John brings her face to his and he brushes his lips against her lips in slow seduction, then he kisses her firmly as she responds to him. John sees Margaret’s silvery highlights in her burnished auburn hair as serving to illuminate her timeless beauty. And the few wrinkles he notices in the corner of her expressive eyes or framing her rosebud mouth only serve to remind him of the joy she has brought to his life with her kindness, her compassion, her laughter, and with her love.
Margaret: “Hmmm.” Margaret sighs in contentment with her husband John’s loving attentions.
John: “My Margaret.” John whispers to her between kisses. Then he caresses her bare back and cradles her round hips in his hands, drawing her ever closer to him, if that is possible, as he rolls her onto her back.
Margaret: “I love you, John.” She smiles up at him as he settles himself over her again. “You will be late to the Mill again.” She teases.
John: “Being late–or even, choosing to take a day off–is a prerogative of my senior position as a part time management consultant. Douglas is in charge now–and he will hardly miss me.” John leans down and he nibbles Margaret’s lovely neck.
Margaret: “Hhhhh! Now John, you know that is not true. Douglas appreciates your guidance and expertise in managing Thornton Mills business matters.”
For John had bought up several other Milton Mills over the years–in addition to retaining one quarter ownership of the Ogilvy-Thornton Scottish Mills in Angus, Scotland–making John a business magnate of the cotton mill industry in Northern England.
John: “And he will have both when he asks it of me. I should have turned over the reigns to the Mills to Douglas much sooner. Then, I could have enjoyed even more mornings like this one with my wife.”
Then the desire in both of their hearts consumes them as John and Margaret make love again. Scandalous!
Later that same day–with John, indeed, taking the day off from Marlborough Mills–John and Margaret decide to go on a picnic lunch since it is so fine out. They find their favorite tree for shade–the one they had sat under so many years ago when John first courted Margaret. They had ridden to this spot in the small gig carriage, just the two of them–no chaperones are needed for this long married couple. They lay out their blanket upon the ground and open up their picnic basket. John gingerly sits down against the tree, stretching out his long legs before him. Amusingly for Margaret, her husband still sits down rather awkwardly–when it is she who has the more restrictive clothing, by virtue of her wearing a corset.
Removing their food items from the basket, Margaret notices a brown paper bag that she had not packed and she lifts it out.
Margaret: “What’s this?” She asks him with a bemused smile.
John: “Oh that?” John replies slyly. “That is my contribution to our picnic. Open it.” He smiles knowingly.
Margaret opens the bag and peers inside, smiling instantly at its contents and pulling them out.
Margaret: “Grapes! You remembered!” She sighs.
John: “How could I forget the device by which you and I came to think kindly of each other as we began our courtship?”
Margaret pulls off a grape and holds it up. John smiles and nods. Then she tosses the grape and he lunges forward and catches the grape in his mouth, chews it and swallows it.
Margaret: “Ha ha ha ha ha! You haven’t lost your grape catching skills, John Dear.”
John: “Ha ha ha ha ha! Nor you, your aim, My Love. My turn.” John holds out his hand and Margaret passes the grape bag to him. John holds up a grape and Margaret smiles and nods. Then he tosses the grape and it lands in her bodice–as planned, this time.
Margaret: “Ha ha ha ha ha! She giggles whilst fishing the grape out of her bodice and popping it into her mouth. Then Margaret asks her husband John coyly as a change of subject. “What do you think about Mr. Tinker’s daughter, Anne?”
John: “Think about her?” He shrugs his shoulders. “She seems to be a decent girl, respectful and prayerful when we see her at church each Sunday. And her father’s invention for knitting cotton into a stretchable fabric called Jersey [(3)] will be a new product line to have for the mill’s fabrics.”
Margaret: “I fear that Douglas would suggest otherwise about Miss Tinker.” She smiles impishly.
John: “How so? He has not mentioned her to me.”
Margaret: Margaret rolls her eyes and sighs. “Oh John! Have you not seen the way Douglas looks at her at church when he thinks no one is watching him?” John shakes his head no. “Apart from your assessment of her, I find that Anne seems to be rather feisty. And our very serious and sober Douglas needs to warm up a bit if he is to be able to court her.”
John: John startles. “To court her!?! When did this all happen? The family only arrived last month with the new jersey fabric knitting looms Tinker invented.”
Margaret: “Well it hasn’t happened yet. Douglas met her formally when he dined at her parents’ home last week. And he remarked to me about her chin being always thrust out in determination.”
John: “Her chin? Douglas noticed her chin?” John shakes his head. “That doesn’t seem to portend romance to me.”
Margaret: “No? Well, why don’t you ask him.” She points to a tall figure walking toward them. “Here comes Douglas now.”
John: “Douglas! We can’t all play hooky from the Mills today.” John teases.
Douglas: “No Papa.” He nods soberly at the man he admires and loves. Then Douglas leans down and kisses his mother on her cheek. “Mama! You look fresh as a daisy settled amongst nature. The flowers are obviously jealous of your beauty.”
Margaret: Blushing profusely, Margaret pats her son’s cheek. “Flatterer. Douglas, You have a way with words.”
Douglas sits between his parents on the picnic blanket and he picks up a chicken leg and starts eating it. John raises a bemused eyebrow with his eldest son stealing his lunch.
John: John looks at his son with growing curiosity. “Yes you do have a way with words. Perhaps you can try them out on Miss Tinker when her family comes to dinner tomorrow evening.”
Douglas: “Kkkhhh Kkkhhh!” Douglas coughs several times–nearly choking on the chicken he is eating. And his mother pats his back and offers him some lemonade–which he gulps down.
Margaret: Marvling at her husband’s alacrity in nurturing along their son’s budding relationship with Miss Tinker by proposing a dinner, she adds. “Yes, we have been remiss in not inviting them sooner.”
Douglas: “Mama?” Douglas narrows his eyes.
Margaret: “What?” She replies innocently.
Douglas: “No match making, please, Mama. If and when I decide to marry, I will find a sensible girl who wants to create a loving home for me and any children we might welcome.”
John: “A sensible girl?” John queries.
Douglas: “Yes! And if she has half of Mama’s beauty, I will be well pleased.”
Margaret blushes again.
Margaret; “Miss Tinker is quite pretty. Don’t you think, Douglas?” John listens for his son’s response.
Douglas: “I suppose.” He replies grudgingly. “But as soon as she opens her mouth, her opinions on everything come out. The woman does not have a thought that she does not express. It exhausts a person.” He slumps forward.
John: “I agree.” John nods smiling lovingly at his wife Margaret. Margaret swats at him with a smile.
Douglas: “Pardon me, Mama. I did not mean to imply that your own thoughts and opinions are unwelcome. Far from it.”
Margaret: “But Miss Tinker’s thoughts are unwelcome, Douglas?”
Douglas: “Well, not unwelcome. Simply impractical. Who ever heard of women voting? Or running businesses? Or becoming doctors?”
John: “Careful there, Douglas. Your cousin Lady Blythe would box your ears to hear you speak so about women.” Margaret nods in concurrence.
Douglas: “Well, I’m not against women voting, per se–as long as they are informed about the issues before casting their votes, and using common sense–and not making their choice based on feminine biases.”
Margaret: Muttering, Margaret suggests while rolling her eyes. “Would that common sense were required of men to vote.”
John: “Kkhh!” John clears his throat and bemusedly chides Margaret for maligning his sex. “Is it something else, Douglas? Or perhaps, someone else? Do you prefer another lady to consider courting?”
Douglas: “Papa! How did we get from Miss Tinker and her parents having dinner with us tomorrow night, to me courting her?”
John: “Son? There are worse things in this life than a Northern gentleman wooing and marrying a Southern lady.” John smiles at Douglas then at his wife, before lifting Margaret’s hand to his lips and kissing it.
Douglas: “Well you two are the exception. If I could have half of your happiness with each other and with life, I would be well pleased.”
Margaret: “But?” She smiles caringly at her son.
Douglas: Douglas hangs his head in his hands. “She hates me! Miss Tinker always straightens her back when I approach her at church or on the street–as if disdaining my presence. And when I had dinner with her family last week, we practically got into a shouting match about the role of women and men in society.”
Margaret: “Oh dear!” Margaret fans her face in alarm.
John: Beadily eyeing his son, John squeezes his wife Margaret’s hand. “I trust that you apologized to both Miss Tinker and her parents for so agregiously offending them when you were a guest in their home?”
Douglas: “Well, I …” He gulps. “Not exactly.” Douglas squirms for his breach of civility. “We agreed to disagree. Then after dinner, Mr. Tinker pulled me aside while the ladies went into the Sitting Room first and he apologized to me for his daughter’s forthrightness. He told me that at twenty two years old, he feared that no man will want her for a wife.”
Margaret: “And is that your assessment about Miss Tinker’s disposition, Douglas?” Margaret tilts her head to one side and raises her eyebrow. And John listens intently for his son’s response.
Douglas: “I don’t know her well enough to say.” Douglas shakes his head.
John: “Ah! A light in the darkness.” John smiles cheekily. “Perhaps tomorrow evening’s dinner will allow you and Miss Tinker to become better acquainted with each other. Douglas, love is too precious to waste with hesitation. We may not get a second chance.” John gazes at Margaret gratefully. “It is when life gives us such opportunities for our lives to change direction that we must reach for those opportunities without hesitation.”
John and Margaret: “Yes.” John and Margaret speak simultaneously and lean forward for a kiss [(4) right].
John and Margaret Thornton have shared–and will continue to share–a lifetime of love and happiness together. Family, friends, and others have all come into their sphere–impacting them, and in turn, being impacted by them. John & Margaret’s love opened doors for Hannah & Cameron, Baird and Fanny/Fiona, Nicholas & Brigid, and others to love.
Life has had its joys and sorrows for these two heartfelt lovers, John and Margaret Thornton. But when shared, their joys are multiplied and their burdens are lessened. And the passage of time has only ever increased their passions for each other. For John and Margaret share a timeless transcendant love that began when a Northern gentleman opened his eyes and his heart to a Southern lady, who opened her heart to him to find the kind and compassionate man within him.
And though John Thornton’s Mill worker initiatives do have a basis in improving worker productivity–and thus a practical business application–they also illustrate a humane and compassionate approach to the workers who drive the engine of industry. For John firmly believes that it is love, family, and a sense of purpose in bettering our society, is what impels us forward. And in the future, the next generation of the extended Thornton and Ogilvy families will discover that what had been an industrial revolution in their parents’ era will now become a societal revolution in their own time–as men and women forge new destinies for themselves and for each other.
The End (?)
October 12, 2014
Thank you for sharing my journey in creating my new fan fic story about John Thornton and Margaret Hale. It has taken 365 days to tell this story. And I have enjoyed every minute of it. I hope you have, too.
As I have mentioned earlier, I am considering writing a pre-quel of sorts that will focus more specifically upon my original character of Dr. Cameron Ogilvy’s early years, called “N&S: The Scotsman”–and bringing him up to the time of him wooing Hannah Thornton.
But I am also now actively entertaining the idea of writing a sequel to “N&S: JTLL” that I am tentatively calling “N&S: Generations” for the moment. The sequel will focus upon the next generation of Thornton’s and Ogilvy’s, and that will include more of their growing up years merely alluded to here–the teen and early married years as well. So it will involve John and Margaret, and Hannah and Cameron, too–as well as some of the other couples and their children from “N&S: JTLL”.
So as I begin to write these new N&S related stories in the background, I will serialize other of my more written or mostly completed stories. I like to have a good chunk of a story written before I begin serializing it. Though, “N&S: JTLL” started out life as a “ficlet” that mushroomed into a full blown novel of 581 pages (single spaced). Ha!
So thank you again for reading, commenting, and voting/liking/starring my original fan fic “N&S: John Thornton, Love Lessons”.
Cheers! Grati ;->
Gratiana Lovelace, Something About Love (blog)
“N&S: JT Love Lessons”, Ch. 89 References, October 12, 2014 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #648)
1) “N&S: John Thornton, Love Lessons” story logo: Richard Armitage as John Thornton and Daniela Denby-Ashe in the 2004 BBC period drama North & South, was found at richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/nands/album/episode3/ns3-110.jpg ; For more information about this wonderful 2004 BBC miniseries adaptation of Elizabeth’s Gaskell’s story North & South, visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_&_South_%28TV_serial%29
2) John Thornton was portrayed by Richard Armitage in the 2004 BBC period Drama North & South, epi4 (22h46m08s1) Dec2813 Gratiana Lovelace Cap-crop-manip-sized-brt-clr
3) “[Cotton] Jersey (also called single knit) is the simplest plain knit fabric, with two distinct sides. The face has vertical ribs while the reverse has horizontal rows. … It gets its name from its history of being made on the island of Jersey, in the Channel Islands off the English coast, and traditionally used for fishermen’s garb. Uses: Wide range from socks, underwear and sleepwear, to day wear and sportswear, to evening gowns” info found at http://vintagefashionguild.org/fabric-resource/jersey ; for more information, visit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cotton
4) John Thornton is portrayed by Richard Armitage and Margaret Hale is portrayed by Daniela Denby-Ashe in the BBC’s 2004 drama North & South found at richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/nands/album/episode4/ns4-340.jpg