Christmas Reminiscences,  December 24-25, 2017  Gratiana Lovelace  (Post # 1128)

I have many fond memories of Christmas times when I was a child:

1) Snow falling fluffy and magical, snow angels, snowmen (below via DinnysChild), snow block igloos that we made on the front lawn (that fit 3 kids in it!), playful snowball fights, sliding on snow in our backyard or down the big hill beyond the small creek at the bottom of our subdivision, and shoveling snow on our long driveway.

2) Decorating our tree when we were children involved ancient and oftentimes very delicate mercury glass ornaments—some with missing parts—noses on angels, drumsticks for the drum, etc.; we would fill in our tree with new ornaments we bought each year—to haphazard effect—no theme, color or subject, present.  But we liked them.  Of course in later years,  assisting our Dad in assembling the artificial tree, branch by branch, with monotonous precision—woe betide anyone who handed him the wrong numbered tree branch to go into the wrong level’s hole.  Ha!

3) Practicing playing Christmas carols on the piano leading up to Dec. 24th, then singing them that night—often in our home, and sometimes caroling with our friends around the neighborhood. I still have the worn and tattered carols books, some 50+ years on.  I can still read the notes, but I’ll have to test out my fingers on the piano keys to see if texting and such has impeded my ability to play the piano.  And don’t get me started on my vocal cords—shriveled like corkscrew pasta, no doubt. Ha!

4) Leaving Santa his cookies and milk on Christmas Eve—which were duly consumed by the morning, thus providing we children (at the time) incontrovertible evidence that Santa existed (no spoilers) and that he found our house and fireplace. And Santa was a tidy and considerate fellow–him never tracking chimney soot into our home.  And he brought each of us one present, though our letters gave him a choice of three gifts to choose from.  It never occurred to us that we often ended up getting the non Santa chosen gift ideas from other family members.

5) As a family, we would often go to our church’s Christmas Eve service that started around 11:00pm and ended at Midnight. Many more carols were sung at this church, the nativity story read from the bible, and each of us holding small candles as we sang our final hymn of Silent Night (atmosphere approximated in the video below) and the church lights were slowly extinguished until the only light present were the hundreds of small flickering candles that we all held. Then we all leave in silence—very moving—saying farewell to people with waves and hugs.  And it is a happy wonder that the Christmas time small candle industry didn’t give way to battery operated flashlights being waved about as if it were a movie premiere.

6) After previously spending a day or two wrapping various Christmas gifts within the family– but never having to wrap our own gifts, nor the gifts that came from Santa (mild spoiler)—we were allowed to each open one gift on Christmas Eve. Early present opening was a hard won concession from our parents—us whining that our friends parents let them open 1 gift each—with my parents capitulating, I think, only coming about after we were old enough to help with wrapping the packages.  Prior to that, our parents probably stayed up all night wrapping packages, and/or putting together toys with assembly required.  These days, our gifts for our selves are minimal and practical—hot cocoa, hand lotion, and gloves for me; head lamp lite, gadgets, and such for my hubby.  Then we make online donations to various charities that support children and families in need.

7) Then on Christmas morning, in our jammies, we 3 kids tore through all the presents’ wrapping papers. Modern day paper shredders have nothing on our shredding prowess.  And with we three kids also enjoying playing with our siblings presents—sometimes with their consent, sometimes not—it seemed like even more Christmas presents to us.  One of my favorite Christmas presents was a small toddler sized Tippy Tumbles doll–who via a cable to a control box could be made to somersault around the room. So in a sense, I was exposed to robotics early on.  Ha!  However, our large dog then was quite unnerved by her.  So naturally we hid behind furniture and let Tippy rip a few times.  But our sense of mercy prevailed, and she was only tumbled out for special occasions. *wink*

8) Of course Christmas meal specialties (with turkey again, mind you) involved English Plum Pudding—which wasn’t a pudding at all, but a small dark rum cake packed with raisins and drizzled with a homemade brown sugar and butter glaze. I can probably guess where many a tooth cavity came from, in that regard.  Ha!  And then in our younger adult years, ferrying back and forth between my husband’s and my families on different Christmas dates—oftentimes having to go out of town with a long highway drive.  And for many years having our late good church lady friend for Christmas dinner on the day and visiting our families on another day that they designated.  Now with everyone grown and far flung—with in laws of their own to visit—my hubby and I are content homebodies of two for the holidays. And we choose to have non-turkey meals.  This year is roast beef with Yorkshire pudding—again, not a pudding, but a fluffy sponge like flour and egg concoction–but ham and pineapple are favorites, too.  But pumpkin pie with whipped cream topping is absolutely required.  Ha!

9) Overall Christmas trimmings around our house are at a minimum this year—something dearly appreciated by my hubby, who has to do the hauling of trimmings boxes up from the basement when we do decorate. Ha!  Besides, our two doggies cannot be trusted around Christmas trees—even with the table top tree variety, too much temptation.  I’ll probably hang the Christmas cards that we received on the wall on a ribbon, the Santa nite lite above is in our kitchen, and a mutual gifts bag (below) for our small gifts for each other, lends a festive air.  And speaking of cards, I have winnowed down our outgoing cards to 25 intentionally sent cards (already in the mail)–from a high of 80 cards years ago, whew!—plus a few additional cards sent out to respond to cards that we receive beyond our basic set that we send to friends and family each year.

10) So all that remains for me to do this year is to share some of my favorite Christmas songs with you, via this holiday video that I found. I hope that you enjoy it!

Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

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Richard Armitage sends us “A little festive cheer” in his 2017 Holiday Message,  December 21, 2017 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #1127)

As we send our family, friends, and online pals, words of holiday cheer, we always look forward to the talented British actor Richard Armitage’s Holiday Messages.

And Richard’s thankful and heartfelt holiday message is just one example of the many examples of him thinking of others.  Bravo!

Grati’s comment to RA’s 2017 Holiday Message tweet:
I appreciate and celebrate your life affirming words of care and consideration for each other, and for our neighbors near and far.  Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! And I so look forward to your 2018 artistic projects!  Cheers & Holiday Hugs!

Cheers & Holiday Hugs to one and all!  Grati  ;->

P.S.  And since Richard’s Holiday Message’s online views seemed to chop off his wording—with my particular browser, anyway–I found a way to see the full message and cap both pages for a sharper full text view—albeit in 3 parts.  Ha!  And I have pasted the text blocks of his 2017 Holiday Message below, in case anyone else was having that problem:

P.S.  Or grouped together in “bookmark” size:

 

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Richard Armitage in 2018’s “Ocean’s 8”–First Look Trailer from WB,  December 20, 2017 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #1126)

This is going to be fun!

 

Thanks to TeresaA for pointing me to the video link!

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“Somerset:  A Time to Love”, Ch. 24 (PG-D):  Sacrifice,  December 17, 2017 Gratiana Lovelace  (Post #1125 and on Wattpad)

(“Somerset:  A Time to Love” is an original contemporary romance copyrighted by Gratiana Lovelace, 2017;  All rights reserved)  [(1) story cover, left]

Author’s Dramatic Content Note:  I write romantic love stories for adults, aged 18 and older.  So most of the chapters will be PG-13 due to mature themes (M), or dramatic moments (D). And some of the chapters have romantic and sensual, but not explicit, love scenes that I will label as (L), and such.  So 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.

Additional Disclaimer: The Wiki and other reference links that I cite contain general information merely to allude to a place, person, concept/theory/belief, history, or artifact, etc.  This story is a work of fiction, and people and their thoughts and actions are figments of my imagination and should not be taken as real or as fact.  And though the general backgrounds of the characters and the story’s contextual setting involve mentions of the Christian religion—with an Anglican/Episcopal focus—this story is a romance, not a religious tract.

[And from time to time, I will illustrate my story with my dream cast of:  Richard Armitage as Prof. Benedict Somerset, Jennifer Ehle as Laura Leicester, Loretta Devine as Connie Velasquez, John Lithgow as Seminary President Maynard Casten, and Jane Alexander as his wife Portia Casten, Charles Dance as Benedict’s father Edward Somerset, Helen Mirren as Benedict’s Mother Elizabeth Somerset, Dawn French as Benedict’s elder sister Alexandra Somerset Solsbury, James Nesbit as Benedict’s elder brother Edmund Somerset, Chris Pine as Laura’s younger brother Steve Leicester, Max Charles as 5 year old Caleb Somerset, and others as noted.]

Author’s recap from the previous chapter:   The siblings and in-laws met—Laura and Lexi, and Benedict and Steve—they split up to get to know each other better.  Lexi is particularly enamored of Laura’s heirloom tri-color gold locket necklace.  Whilst Laura’s brother Steve is interested in insuring that Laura will be financially secure should her marriage to Benedict breakup.  But then, Lexi and Benedict receive calls from their family with devastating news.  Duke Edward’s leg has been crushed and his little five year old grandson Caleb is grievously injured as well.

 

“Somerset:  A Time to Love”, Chapter 24:  Sacrifice

The private plane that Benedict was able to charter to take them from Chicago, Illinois to his injured father and nephew in London, England this night of Wednesday April 24th has VIP class accommodations–including sleeping rooms and full bathroom showering facilities attached to them.  However Lexi, Benedict, and Laura can’t envision sleeping.  So the three of them each lie back quite comfortably in the reclining seats—with Benedict having again urged both Lexi and Laura to try to get some sleep, however impossible they all think it will be.

And with Benedict and Laura sitting cozily together on a wider loveseat lounger like plane seat, she nestles in to him and dozes off.  And Benedict finds comfort in her warm soft form cuddling to him.  He is grateful that Laura insisted upon joining him.  He is not an emotionally needy man.  Benedict’s self enforced solitude and refraining from any personal relationships the last fifteen years was a personal sacrifice that he didn’t realize that he was making—until Laura came into his life.

As Benedict lays his cheek upon the top of his slumbering Laura’s head lying upon his chest and pullling the blanket up higher over them—with his arms holding her fast to him—Benedict feels a sense of peaceful calm descend upon him.  His faith has always been a calm place in the face of any storm. But those troubles had been artificial, now that he thinks about it—people resisting inevitable change (such as revised prayer books), judgmental Bishops, or derisive future brother-in-law, etc.  Yet, Benedict is not deterred, and he smiles as he gently strokes his sleeping Laura’s back.

This, what he has with Laura–this overwhelming and all encompassing love that he and Laura share—is what Benedict knows will sustain him now during his family’s medical crisis, and into the future.  Because with  Laura by his side, Benedict  feels that he can survive anything—rather than merely existing, as he was doing before he met Laura.   For this life that we have been gifted with is precious, and as the Somerset family now knows, that life can be snatched away from them or those they love at any time or altered in a life changing way.

 

Benedict finally closes his eyes in weariness.  The plane cabin is quiet, soothingly so in the nighttime darkness outside the plane—with clouds blurring the night time sky’s stars—and with only the emergency lights and small night lights on in the plane’s main cabin seating area.  And Benedict had earlier apprised the plane attendants that they are traveling for a family medical emergency and would not need their catering services.  So, Lexi, Benedict, and Laura finally sleep—gathering strength for the morning and the following days which will surely test their limits in ways that they cannot imagine.

***

Almost as soon as they arrive at the London Hospital the Thursday morning of April 25th— where both their father and nephew are being treated after the car accident on their family estate—Benedict, Lexi, and Laura submitted to blood and other medical tests to see if they were compatible to give Caleb one of their kidney’s or part of their liver.  It’s a long shot for Laura—her not being a bloodline family member.  But as she discussed with Benedict, she reasoned that if she were a match, her kidney would be a better physical fit for Caleb—since Laura is much smaller of stature than Benedict.

 

Then Benedict and Laura had briefly stopped into the Children’s  ICU wing to greet his brother Edmund and sister-in-law Angharad Somerset, who were sitting by their five year old son and only child Caleb’s bedside.  Caleb is in a drug induced sleep due to the pain he is experiencing from his severely damaged bodily organs.  He will need both a liver transplant and a kidney transplant.  And those donated organs cannot come from the same person—however perfect the match is—due to transplant rules for the protection of donors.  Caleb looks wan and pale—and so small in his regulation sized hospital bed.

And Benedict has never seen Caleb look so still.  Caleb usually is in constant motion running and sliding down the long castle marble hallways or impishly  [(2) below] chattering away about his pets, his school friends, and that he wants to be an emergency helicopter pilot like Prince William.  Sadly Caleb is under sedation for his emergency helicopter ride into London Hospital after the car crash.  Caleb is full of energy, except for now, when Caleb’s little body is fighting to live.  Benedict and his older brother Edmund share grim gazes with each other—while his sister-in-law Angharad quietly weeps, and Laura embraces her in trying to console her.

About 20 minutes later in this agonizing morning,  Benedict is ushered into his father’s hospital room as Laura clasps Benedict’s hand in support.  Duke Edward lies in his stark white linen hospital bed, his eyes closed, his arms lying at his side.  Benedict has never seen his vigorous 85 year old father looking so frail and gaunt.  The Duke has yet to wake up from the anesthesia according to Benedict’s distraught mother, Duchess Elizabeth.

 

The date prior—some 8 hours ago now–the Duke’s left leg had been amputated below the knee, from it being crushed in the wreckage of the car accident that also threatens the life of his only inheritor grandson, 5 year old Caleb.  For Caleb is second in line to inherit the Dukedom– after his father the Marquess of Exmoor, Edmund Somerset, the Duke’s eldest son.

Benedict is the Duke of Exmoor’s younger son—and technically he is third in line for the Dukedom.  But Benedict has never aspired to be the Duke after their father and his brother dies, and he does not do so now.  Caleb has always been the hope for the continuation of their Ducal family heritage.  And they will not relinquish that hope now, even though Caleb’s injuries are very grave.

Benedict pulls a chair up to his father’s bed and reaches through the guard rails to take his father’s hand in his as Benedict sits down facing him.  And Benedict begins to pray the 23rd Psalm aloud, but softly.

Benedict:  “The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want. …”  Benedict is interrupted.

Duke Edward:  “I do appreciate the sentiment, My Boy.  But I am not on death’s door yet!  You should begin by greeting me.”  Ever the stickler for protocol, the Duke turns up a loving smile and opens his eyes briefly, then closes them again.

Benedict: “Papa!”  Benedict whispers forcefully, while standing up and gently embracing his father over his shoulders and kissing his cheek.

The exclamation causes his family to rush into the Duke’s quasi private ICU cubicle room, via the floor to ceiling curtain providing the slimmest of barriers separating the Duke’s room from the hallway, for greater access to the nurses’ station.  Caleb’s quasi private ICU is in the floor above where his parents sit in vigil over him, and accessed by the nearby elevator.

Laura hangs back in the hallway.  She doesn’t know if she should intrude on this private family moment—her having only just been quickly introduced to them by Lexi as Benedict had strode quickly into his father’s ICU room.

Duchess Elizabeth:  “Edward, My Love!”  Duchess Elizabeth rushes forward to her husband in in tears, fearing the worst for her him.   Benedict lowers the bed rail for his petite mother and steps back to allow her to be nearer to his Father.

Duke Edward:  “Present.”  Said weakly by him, yet in his usual mirthful tone.

Duchess Elizabeth fiercely clutches her husband’s face.  Then he slowly opens his eyes. Her hovering over him as she gently drops a kiss upon his lips, gives the Duke a fulsome view of his lovely wife.  Then she gently embraces him before looking him in the eyes again.

Duchess Elizabeth:  “I thought you were dead!”  She wails, her tears fall upon his face and she gently wipes them away for him.

Duke Edward: “Not yet.”  Then he grimaces in pain from his operation that had amputated his left lower leg.  “The Lord seems to be taking me in pieces.  Hurts like the devil.  Could someone please bring me a nurse with some of those lovely drugs?”

The Duke’s surgeon, Dr. Fox, steps into Duke Edward’s cubicle.

Dr. Fox: “Glad to see you up and about, Your Grace.”

Duke Edward:  “Well, not yet.  I need some pain medicine.  And don’t mention me being up around the children.”  He asks—referring to his aroused reaction to his wife laying over him—with the children being his all over 45 year old offspring standing around his bed.   The doctor turns and asks the nurse to bring Duke Edward’s pain medicine. “Speaking of children, how is my grandson Caleb.”

Dr. Fox:  “He’s being prepped for surgery to start in the next half hour.”

Duke Edward smiles in relief and closes his eyes again as the nurse administers the pain meds to his IV.  Later when the Duke’s vital signs are stabilized and he is moved to a true private room with walls and a door, he will have a pain pump giving him pain medicine at regular intervals.  For now, the nurses administer his medicine to him.

While Caleb’s Mother stays by her son’s side, Edmund Somerset, Marquess of Exmoor, has quickly dashed down the elevator to the next floor and to his Father’s cubicle.  And seeing Laura standing in the hallway, he bows to her and kisses her hand with utmost courtesy.  Then Edmund guides Laura into the now very crowded ICU cubicle of Duke Edward.  Laura makes her way to Benedict’s side and he brings her into his arms and embraces her—with his left arm remaining around her back.  Laura gazes up at Benedict adoringly.

Everyone is delighted at Edmund’s news that Caleb will be able to have his kidney transplant surgery to save his life, and much hugging of the family ensues.  Edmund was just told the new a few minutes ago and that is why he raced downstairs to his father’s ICU cubicle.

Benedict: “That’s wonderful!  Which of us matched for Caleb?”  He eagerly asks the doctor.  Benedict hopes that it is him.  Benedict is very close to his very young nephew.  Afterall, Caleb pestering Benedict to be more fun, lead Benedict to his fiancé Laura.

Dr. Fox:  “Since it is one of your family members–who has waived confidentiality—I may reveal that to you.”  Everyone leans a bit forward waiting to hear the news.  “It is the Baroness Exmoor.”

Benedict and his family blink, because Benedict and Laura are not married yet—so her impending title of Baroness of Exmoor is being somewhat precipitously used in this instance.  But then Benedict remembers that in his introductions to the hospital staff, Benedict had mentioned their affianced status.

Much hugging and cheek kissing of Laura ensues.  Then the Duke coughs—not in distress, but in one of his pay attention to me coughs.

Duke Edward: Duke Edward coughs, gaining everyone’s attention.  “Benedict My Boy, Shouldn’t you be introducing us to your lady?”

Benedict: “Of course!  Papa?  May I present my betrothed, Miss Laura Leicester.

Laura:  Leaning slightly toward her future father-in-law after a quickly dipped head bow, Laura clasps his hand in hers and smiles at him.  “Your Grace, it is an honor to meet you.”  Her voice is firm and melodious.

Duke Edward:  “The honor and debt are mine, My Dear.  For you shall help heal our wonderful grandson Caleb.  I wish that I could stand and bow to you, My Dear.  But I fear that my standing days are over.”  He sighs in despair.

Laura:  “Thank you, Your Grace.  I am simply glad that I can help.  And I highly doubt that you will never stand again.  Benedict has told me of your steely determination and that your vigor is legendary.”  She smiles at him encouragingly as Benedict squeezes her shoulders comfortingly and his family looks on smiling at her audience with her future father-in-law.  Even now, Laura can glimpse Duke Edward’s steely determination and mirthful demeanor—and she conjures an image in her mind of what Duke Edward must be like when he is well  [(3) below].

Duke Edward:  “Ignore my depression, My Dear.  It is merely an old man coming to grips with losing his lower leg.”  His face is sad—as well it should be—and his family looks upon him with compassion.

Then Laura takes her other hand and encloses the Duke’s gnarled but powerful hand in hers caressingly as she leans down to whisper into his ear.

 

Laura:  “I’m sorry.”  Laura says sincerely.  “Yes, but I have heard that you are an eminently practical man—and as tenacious as an Irish wolfhound.  So I surmise that  you will no doubt negotiate a 50 per cent discount on future shoe and boot purchases, since you only have need of the right shoe or boot.”

Laura stands back up and then winks at the Duke.  Her waiting to see if her compassionate wit has aided or insulted the Duke.  It is the former as the Duke barks out a small laugh.

Duke Edward: “Ha! Well said!  And I might just do that.”

Do what?  Benedict and his family quizzically look at each other in astonishment for their father’s good mood—for they could not hear Laura’s whispered words to the Duke.

Then a nurse in surgical garb intrudes upon the family scene.

Nurse Banner:  “Miss Laura Leicester?”  Laura marvels that everyone in England pronounces her last name correctly.  Well, of course they do.

Laura:  “I’m here,  I’m ready.”  Laura nods with resignation.  Yes she wholeheartedly agreed to donate one of her kidneys to her future nephew Caleb—her being amazed that she is a match for him.  But any surgery is still daunting. Then Laura turns to Benedict, who folds her in his arms embracingly.

Benedict: “Thank you, Laura.”  Benedict whispers meaningfully to Laura.  His heart is full of hope for his little nephew Caleb, but is also concerned for Laura.

Duke Edward: “Well give her a kiss, My Boy!”  The Duke says weakly but somewhat animatedly.  “You’ve caught yourself quite a lady.”

Benedict: “I have, Papa!”  Benedict leans down and pulls Laura even more closely to him as he kisses her sweetly, tenderly, lovingly, adoringly, and with heartfelt abandon—for several minutes.  So much so that Benedict’s family claps and chuckles in them bearing witness to their usually dignified and reserved brother’s and son’s passionate display.

Nurse Banner:  “Kkhhh!  My apologies for interrupting, but we must get Miss Leicester prepared for the kidney donation surgery.”

After slowly breaking their kiss, Laura gazes up at Benedict—and then at each of her soon to be family members.  Lexi and Duchess Elizabeth gently hug Laura.

Laura:  “I’m ready.”

As all but Duchess Elizabeth—who remains at her husband’s side—file into the hallway as Laura is lead away, they see Edmund rush to the side of his wife as she accompanies their son in his hospital bed also being lead to surgery.  Benedict will see them both soon, but for now, he takes Laura’s hand and walks with her toward the surgical area, until he may go no farther.  And as she is being lead through large double doors of the surgical wing, Laura turns and mouths “I love you” to Benedict.  And he mouths “I love you” to her.

Then realizing that she must remove all of her jewelry before surgery, Laura dashes back to Benedict and slips her engagement ring from him to her, upon his pinkie finger.  And she also places her gold locket in his hands.  These are precious gifts of family heritage and love that she would not want to go missing or be inadvertently damaged.  Benedict nods, and unsheepishly slips her gold locket necklace over his head and lets it hang over his heart, under his shirt.

Benedict:  “I will keep them safe for you. Then return them to you at the earliest possible moment, My Darling.”

Laura:  “Thank you, for everything!  I love you with my whole heart, Benedict.”

Benedict: “As I love you.”  They kiss briefly.

Laura: “But if for some reason, something happens to me …”  Laura’s voice trails off as her natural worry takes hold.

 

Benedict: “I will not allow that.”  Benedict will not allow god to sacrifice Laura.  And he will pray long and hard for both his nephew Caleb and for his fiancé Laura to come through safely.

Laura:  “Even so.  You must promise me to cherish our love by finding love again.  For I could not rest easily with the thought of you alone, as you were before.”

Benedict: “Willful witch!  Must you always have your way?”  He says playfully, but there is sadness in his voice.

Laura: “Promise?”

Benedict:  “Hhhh!  I promise.”  He says with a heavy heart.  But he knows that he could never love anyone after Laura.”

After Laura is lead away, Benedict stands there in the hallway for several minutes.  Then he realizes that with the bustling hospital around him that he is an obstacle in their paths.  So he relents and returns to his family in the nearby family waiting room near his father’s ICU cubicle.  Then Edmund returns to fetch Benedict to sit with he and Angharad at the surgical waiting room. Lexi follows them while Duchess Elizabeth waits with her husband Duke Edward—after both were promised timely updates about Caleb’s transplant operation as soon as their children have any news.  And they all wait to hear the outcome of Laura donating one of her kidneys to little Caleb.

And Lexi having the presence of mind in this difficult situation, she suggests to Benedict that she contact Laura’s brother Steve about Laura’s operation—in case she had not had a chance to reach him.  When they had all left the United States heading to London with such haste, they could not have imagined that Laura would be having surgery.  But the kind hearted and loving person that Laura is has put herself into harm’s way, for little Caleb’s sake.

And after receiving Lexi’s brief call, Steve Leicester is naturally distraught about his sister Laura being a living kidney donor—as opposed to Caleb receiving his organ transplant from a person who died in an accident and their family donated their organs.  The organ transplant surgery is not without its risks and effects upon the forty year old Laura.  And for Steve, Laura is the only family he has.

To be continued with Chapter 25

 

References for “Somerset:  A Time to Love”, Ch. 24,  December 17, 2017 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #1125)

1)  The Somerset:  A Time to Love” story cover is a composite of two main images:
a) Background–Creative Commons-licensed photo by Flickr user AlicePopkorn2]

http://www.flickr.com/photos/47283811@N06/  ;
b) Prof. Benedict Somerset image is of Richard Armitage (2012 Promo by Roberta Ascroft, pix35) found at richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/Richard/Promos/2012Promo/album/RobertAscroft-35.jpg
c)  a crucifix image is from MS Office Clip Art;

 

2) Caleb small smile younger was  of actor Max Charles, found at; https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon  https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/lab-rats/images/e/e4/Max_Charles_2.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150715155343

 

3) Image representing Edward Somerset is actor Charles Dance and  was found at http://wordofthenerdonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/20/actor-charles-dance-ao-1426292662.jpg

 

Wattpad Ch. 24 story link:  
https://www.wattpad.com/508690490-somerset-a-time-to-love-by-gratiana-lovelace-2017

 

Previous Ch. 23  blog link, with embedded illustrations:
https://gratianads90.wordpress.com/2017/12/10/somerset-a-time-to-love-ch-23-pg-girls-and-boys-december-10-2017-gratiana-lovelace-post-1123/

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WCW: Richard Armitage at Rest, December 13, 2017 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #1124)

Though Richard Armitage and his characters are usually in motion or ready to lunge at any moment–Ha!–Richard at Rest is quite nice, too! Thanks to Jan Smith for sharing the Daniel Miller sleeping image! Holiday Cheers! Grati ;->

Image link: https://twitter.com/pinkygirl06/status/940790987953197056

Thanks also to other RA/char sleeping images, sources are embedded in their  file name:

   

   

Even “faking” it.  *wink*:
         

P.S.  And some sleeping “poll questions” came to my mind, which you may ponder and/or reply to (my responses appear below each question):

  1. I can fall asleep:
    -in comfy surroundings:  soft linens, non scratchy blanket, poofy pillow under my knees, (for back support), etc.
    -before my hubby starts snoring
    1. What other accessories I need to fall asleep (setting the mood, so to speak):
      -ceiling fan running (for its white noise hum, and cooling effect)
      -mostly darkness–that Summer Eastern 5:30am first light is like an unwelcome klieg light, Ha!

     

  2. What other accessories I need to fall asleep (setting the mood, so to speak):
    -ceiling fan running (for its white noise hum, and cooling effect)
    -mostly darkness–that Summer Eastern 5:30am first light is like an unwelcome klieg light, Ha!
  1. I sleep like:
    -the dead, nothing wakes me up—not even my hubby getting up several times overnight to let the dogs out, nor his snoring
  2. I have a hard time falling asleep when:
    -my tinnitus blares in my ears
    -my mind won’t shut off—especially when story ideas come to mind (which is often)
    -my hubby snores before I can get to sleep
    -I drink a cup of coffee after 7pm (the insomnia blues)
  1. My favorite/usual sleeping position is:
    -flat on my back (with that under the knees pillow)
    -Nota Bene:  During my college speech team road trip hotel overnights, my teammates would later tell me that when I rolled onto my side while I was asleep, I would curl up into a ball, tuck my flat hands under my cheek, and sometimes make squirrel like mouth  tching noises.  I’m not kidding. Ha!

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So Nitey Nite!  Sleep tight!  Don’t let the bed bugs bite!  And pleasant dReAms!  Holiday Hugs!

 

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“Somerset:  A Time to Love”, Ch. 23 (PG):  Girls and Boys,  December 10, 2017 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #1123)

(“Somerset:  A Time to Love” is an original contemporary romance copyrighted by Gratiana Lovelace, 2017; All rights reserved)  [(1) story cover, left]

Author’s Dramatic Content Note:  I write romantic love stories for adults, aged 18 and older.  So most of the chapters will be PG-13 due to mature themes (M), or dramatic moments (D). And some of the chapters have romantic and sensual, but not explicit, love scenes that I will label as (L), and such.  So 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.

Additional Disclaimer: The Wiki and other reference links that I cite contain general information merely to allude to a place, person, concept/theory/belief, history, or artifact, etc.  This story is a work of fiction, and people and their thoughts and actions are figments of my imagination and should not be taken as real or as fact.  And though the general backgrounds of the characters and the story’s contextual setting involve mentions of the Christian religion—with an Anglican/Episcopal focus—this story is a romance, not a religious tract.

[And from time to time, I will illustrate my story with my dream cast of:  Richard Armitage as Prof. Benedict Somerset, Jennifer Ehle as Laura Leicester, Loretta Devine as Connie Velasquez, John Lithgow as Seminary President Maynard Casten, and Jane Alexander as his wife Portia Casten, Charles Dance as Benedict’s father Edward Somerset, Helen Mirren as Benedict’s Mother Elizabeth Somerset, Dawn French as Benedict’s elder sister Alexandra Somerset Solsbury, James Nesbit as Benedict’s elder brother Edmund Somerset, Chris Pine as Laura’s younger brother Steve Leicester, and others as noted.]

Author’s recap from the previous chapter:   After Laura’s brother Steve and Benedict’s sister Lexi, Lady Bath show up at Laura’s apartment early Wednesday morning of April 24th—the siblings rather intrude upon what Benedict and Laura had hoped would turn out to be a lovely and loving morning before heading to the wedding planner in the afternoon.  Then with some posturing by the boys and friendly condescension by the girls, Benedict’s and Laura’s day will continue quite differently than that they had originally planned.

 

“Somerset:  A Time to Love”, Ch. 23 (PG):  Girls and Boys

 

After Laura’s brother Steve and Benedict’s sister Lexi, Lady Bath show up at Laura’s apartment early Wednesday morning of April 24th—the siblings rather intrude upon what Benedict and Laura had hoped would turn out to be a lovely and loving morning before heading to the wedding planner in the afternoon. But with some posturing by the boys and friendly condescension by the girls, Benedict’s and Laura’s day will continue quite differently than that they had originally planned.

Much to Benedict’s chagrin, his betrothed Laura is subsequently spirited away Sunday morning for a girls’ only shopping morning and lunch to get to know each other better—while Benedict is stuck with Laura’s brother Steve.  However, Benedict is sanguine about Laura’s cheeky brother Steve. Benedict just hopes that Laura isn’t too overwhelmed by his sister Lexi—who is a force of nature in his eyes.

As Lexi and Laura have a nice girls’ only chat over a light lunch at a nearby Hannigan’s Restaurant, Lexi notices Laura’s intricately designed heirloom quality antique Victorian era tri-colored gold locket [(2) below] hanging from her neck.

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Lexi: “That is a lovely old and traditional locket, Laura Dear.  May I?”  Lexi reaches toward Laura and Laura nods her assent for Lexi to lift up the locket for a closer look.  “Is it a family piece?”  She asks before releasing her hold on the locket.

Lexi wonders if the locket is an heirloom or if Laura bought it at an estate auction. It’s not uncommon for collectors to acquire jewelry at estate sales, rather than having lovely pieces handed down within the family. Especially, if that family did not have the where-with-all to purchase such fine jewelry at a dear cost, 75 to 100 years ago and more. Fine jewelry can add a sense of elegance and refinement to anyone’s ordinary or poor ancestors.

Laura: “Yes, it’s a family heirloom. My Grandmama Leicester gave it to me when I was younger. She said that her mother-in-law who emigrated from England, Anna Emmeline Gilbert Leicester, gave it to her.” Laura opens the locket to reveal a man’s image painted in miniature and wearing 19th Century era clothing [(3) below]. “That’s my Great Grandfather Gilbert Leicester. Steve looks quite like him. Don’t you think, Lexi?”

Lexi: “The resemblance is extraordinary!” Lexi peers closely at the locket image.

Of course in Lexi’s mind, doppelganger images several generations apart within the same family often point to close family marital connections—most often found in aristocratic and royal families, with cousins marrying cousins in a relatively small gene pool.

Laura: “It is said that all the Leicester men share an uncanny resemblance to one another.”

Lexi: “Ah! And Leicester is rather a unique surname.” Lexi says slowly, while also wondering about the Gilbert surname as well.

Laura: “Yes. It’s a bit of a family riddle. You see, my great grandparents had to run away from Leicester, England in order to marry since neither set of parents approved of their marriage.”

Lexi: “Oh? Why didn’t their parents approve?” Lexi is very curious now.

Laura: “I don’t know exactly. My Grandfather never said anything about his Father–and he died twelve years ago, leaving Steve and I to wonder about it. All I know is that my great grandparents were married on the ship the day they embarked on their voyage to America, and they chose Leicester for their new surname—and spelled their name like the town they emigrated from—to retain some small connection to home in England.”

Lexi: “And was your Great Grandfather a farmer?” Lexi asks wincingly—since many people emigrating from their home country were often seeking to better their financial circumstances.

Laura: “No. I was told that my Great Grandfather was a very learned man. And after serving as a private tutor for five years in a wealthy home in New York, he was recommended and subsequently hired as an Assistant Professor of Classics at the university that the wealthy parents’ youngest son matriculated to five years later.” Laura recites this account from memory, almost by rote, as Lexi notices.

Lexi: “And they never again had contact with their English families?” Thoughts are swirling in Lexi’s mind—not all of them plausible, but certainly possible. Well, at least less fantastical than her usual flights of fancy.

Laura: “Not that I know of. It is a mystery!” Laura smiles and shrugs her shoulders. “I have tried to do a little genealogical digging on my own and have learned of several Gilbert and Leicester families living near Leicester on my great Grandmama’s side during her childhood—but they only had sons—so I must keep looking. And without knowing my Great Grandfather’s true surname, I fear that it will be a near impossible task to find his and our family ancestors—let alone, any other living descendants. You see, it’s just Steve and I now.”

Lexi: “Shall I look into it for you, Laura Dear? Our family knows of some Gilberts and Leicesters as well?” Lexi is thinking of the Viscount Harrington Gilberts and the Earl of Leicester. Could it be that Laura is of noble blood—or at least, shirt tail relations to it? That would make Laura marrying her brother Benedict, a more appropriate match. “I could ask Mama to seek information about any lost Gilbert or Leicester ancestors.”

And it might very well turn out that Laura’s ancestors were employed as servants and that is why they used those names, and not at all that Laura and Steve are related to the Gilbert and Leicester aristocratic families.

Laura: “That would be wonderful! Thank you, Lexi!” Laura smiles congenially at her soon to be sister-in-law Lexi. And Laura feels much less trepidation about meeting Benedict’s parents and the rest of his family since Lexi has welcomed her to their family so warmly.

***

The same cannot be said—of familial congeniality—for the boys, with Steve Leicester accompanying Benedict Somerset to the seminary campus. Benedict has to pick up the final papers to grade that his seminary students had dropped off for him. Steve remained silent as he accompanied Benedict to his department office—greeting a few people that Benedict introduced him to. Steve observes the taciturn Benedict’s professional interactions–and he notes the respect that his soon to be brother-in-law Benedict receives in those interactions.

And Laura could not have chosen in her fiancé Benedict a less loquacious individual who so neatly matches her brother Steve’s general demeanor. Though neither man will acknowledge that similarity of reserve that they share. Walking back to Benedict’s car, they make small talk. With Steve finally making an effort at conversation.

Steve: “This is a well maintained campus.” Steve is being polite, not effusive. He rarely does effusive. Steve holds his energies and his emotions in check—except for teasing British society matrons like Lady Bath. If there were ever a perfect example to insure caution, it is his sister Laura’s past experience with marriage and divorce. And Steve will not let her be hurt again, if he can help it.

Benedict: “Yes, the park like landscaping will be quite colorful once it is in full bloom this Summer.” And such is his nature,  Benedict describes the campus park without being evaluative.  Then Benedict’s curiosity takes over. “Have you visited Laura in the Chicago area often?” With both Steve’s home city of NYC and Laura’s of Chicago having airport hubs, transportation to an from should be fairly simple.

Steve: “Just once. When helped her move in after her divorce was finalized.” Benedict raises a querying eyebrow. “With my schedule of court cases being unpredictable for my time off, it has just worked out better that Laura travels to stay with me for our family visits.”

Or that it is more convenient for Steve, and less so for Laura, thinks Benedict.

Benedict: “I see. Yet you managed to drop everything and fly to your sister now.” Benedict imperceptibly tilts his head, whilst curiously observing Laura’s brother Steve.

Steve: “Well I would say it was warranted—what with my sister Laura getting engaged without warning, and her planning to marry in one week to someone whom I haven’t even met yet. Though Laura is my elder sister by four years, I have always felt like her protector—especially during her divorce and its fallout.”

Benedict: “I appreciate your protectiveness about Laura. But when she and I met, she appeared so self assured and self contained, that I thought that she was impervious to seeking out close relationships.”

Steve: “You mean, more so than yourself?” Steve looks assessingly at Benedict.

Benedict: “Touche! She and I seem to have brought each other out of our respective shells. And I thank my good fortune that Laura was patient enough–over the course of our getting to know each other, over several weeks–until I let down my own guard and we became friends. And then, as we spent time even more together, we fell in love.”  Benedict blushes slightly in stating that his love for Laura–even though it is her brother whom he is speaking to.

Steve: “Yes, yes, that is the situation.”  Steve states rather more brusquely than he intends.  Afterall, if Laura marries this fellow, they have to get along.  “Now it is time for us to discuss the prenup.” Benedict squints queryingly—him not having to think about such a think prior to Laura.  “What you Brits might refer to as the marital agreements.” Steve explains.

Benedict: “A prenup? Isn’t a prenup setting up Laura and I for failure? By codifying our marital exit procedures and conditions?”

Steve: “No! As people in your country well know, prenups—called settlement agreements—are designed to protect the lady and the gentleman.”

Benedict: “Well Steve, you seem rather well versed in the matter of marital agreements.” Benedict regally raises his left eyebrow.

Steve: “Well Benedict, I am a lawyer. And currently, I’m specializing in contracts, wills, and trusts.”

Benedict: “I will have to have my attorney review any proposed marital agreements between Laura and myself before I sign anything.” Benedict has his family to think of. And he hopes that Laura will soon be a part of his family. “But proceed with your presentation.”

Steve: “Well, whatever assets and wealth each party brings to the marriage remains their property, exclusively, upon dissolution of the marriage. And in addition to any financial stipulations you may wish to enact for the care of my sister Laura–and any children you have together–during your marriage and should you predecease her, I would like to add a good behavior clause, for you.”

Benedict: “Oh really. Does this have something to do with Laura’s first husband taking a mistress—which precipitated their divorce?”

Steve: Glowering at Benedict’s rather dispassionate accounting of his sister Laura’s devastation, Steve’s response is a clipped staccato of syllables. “It does. I want it specifically written into the marriage contract or agreement that you will be fined 1,000 pounds for each act of infidelity on your part.”

Benedict: Quite naturally feeling insulted by Steve’s accusations, Benedict fumes. “I do not plan to be unfaithful to Laura.  I love her.  And I am a minister, you know.”

 

Steve: “It’s not that you will be unfaithful, Benedict—I hope not—but ministers can be flawed people too.” Steve stares down Benedict.

Benedict: “Fidelity is a promise that I will easily keep. I love Laura with all of my heart.” Benedict glares at Steve.

Steve: “Very well. I hope so. But we will keep the fidelity clause, all the same.” Steve dismisses Benedict’s seeming umbrage with a wave of his hand. “As to the exact nature and scope of each party’s wealth or property that you and my sister bring to your marriage, that can be discussed tomorrow. Will that give you enough time to prepare a summary report of your assets—including documentation to verify it?” For Steve must still inform Laura as to the nature and scope of her now enhanced financial assets due to a recently found legacy–that she and Steve have inherited.

Benedict: “Yes. My finances are rather simple with some land and a family trust, my own clergy earnings and investments—as well as, some family heirloom jewelry that are designated for my bride and our descendants for their use during their lifetimes.”

 

Though simple to Benedict, his financial holdings might seem a tad more complicated to others–except for Steve as a lawyer.

Steve: “Good! Then I will draw up the marital agreement for each of you to review and then sign.” Steve prides himself on his attention to detail. However when Benedict’s Lawyers review the document, Steven might end up relinquishing his crown—of being meticulous in contract negotiations.

***

Later that Wednesday afternoon, the boys meet up with the girls around 3:00pm at the wedding planner’s office. Then while sitting in the Reception area, both Benedict’s and his sister Lexi’s phone goes off, simultaneously. Startled more due to the ringtones indicating that family is calling, they pick up the calls.

Benedict: “Mama? This is Benedict.”

Duchess Elizabeth: “Oh Benedict! You must come home to England now!” She collapses in tears before she can say why Benedict is needed at home.

Lexi: “Edmund? what is going on?  Mama is crying on the phone with Benedict.”  Edmund is their eldest brother and heir to their father’s Exmoor Dukedom. Having heard her mother’s incoherent breakdown, Lexi makes a decision. “I’m putting you on speaker.  Benedict, his fiance and her brother are here also.”

All four adults—Lexi, Benedict, Laura, and Steve—listen in concern, all huddled together.

Edmund: “Lexi! Benedict!  Thank god that I have reached you both!” Then he composes himself, somewhat. “Three hours ago, Papa left after tea to take a drive with Caleb in the jeep around the estate grounds. And they had just reached the edge of the woods—as we were waving them off—and there was a car accident. From what Papa told us, he may have had a small heart attack or stroke, and when Papa became unconscious, Caleb seems to have released his seat belt to be able to reach over and take hold of the steering wheel. But they hit a tree. We all went running toward them and the staff brought the estate vehicles and notified emergency services. Thank god the airbags deployed! But we don’t know the full extent of their injuries yet. However, they are both hurt badly. The jeep slid down a small ravine and rolled before coming to a stop upright on its tires near the creek bed. Only god knows how Caleb wasn’t flung from the jeep, but he has a bad bruise on his torso from hitting something—maybe the stick shift on the central column. Papa wasn’t so lucky and he was thrown from the vehicle, and the jeep had pinned his lower left leg when we found them.” And his voice quivers, in thinking of his 5 year old son’s grave injuries. “Papa’s left lower leg is quite smashed up–and the doctors don’t know if they can save it. And Caleb has internal injuries that they’re still trying to figure out. And we need you both to come home to see if any of your blood, kidneys, or livers match Caleb’s, just in case he needs an organ transplant.”

Lexi and Benedict: “Of course!”  Both Somerset siblings exclaim in urgent yet restrained voices.

Benedict: “Mama and Edmund, we’ll be flying out of Chicago as soon as I can charter a flight home tonight.” The flight cost will be about a $10,000—and it will take all of the liquid funds that Benedict has set aside for his and Laura’s wedding. He turns to her apologetically. “Laura, Darling.”

Laura: “Absolutely, use your funds to get home quickly to your family. No need for us to have a wedding extravaganza.” She gazes into his eyes with her love and support shining through. “And I’m coming with you! My blood type is AB positive, a little rare, but it might help if we need to give blood or something.”

Lexi: “That’s so lovely of you, Laura Dear!” Lexi and Laura hug.

The something in Laura’s mind—if not expressed out loud—is wondering if little Caleb will indeed need an organ transplant. Laura has a friend named Theresa, who out of her own sense of charity and mercy had earlier donated one of her own kidneys to a stranger who had need of it. The example of her friend’s selflessness has remained with Laura ever since. And so, knowing nothing concrete about little Caleb’s health status—but just having women’s intuition—Laura elects not to eat dinner on the plane, nor drink much, just in case she does have to have surgery. Though she does not tell anyone.

After Benedict and Lexi hang up from talking with the Duchess and their brother Edmund, they change cars–with siblings riding together for the trip back to Benedict’s and also Laura’s respective apartments–where Lexi can shower and spend the night if need be while Benedict takes the couch, and Steve will sleep on his sister’s couch after having an important conversation with her about the new legacy he has found that they are inheritors of.

And neither sets of siblings will get much sleep tonight since Benedict is able to charter a private jet that will leave at 7pm Chicago time to travel overnight to London—with Steve insisting to fly out of Chicago the next day on his own on a regular flight, so as not to delay them with dropping him off at NYC tonight.

So with their roughly 7 hour flight from Chicago to London–and the time delay and check-ins through customs and such–they will arrive in London sometime around 8am London time, 14 hours after the accident.


To be continued with Chapter 24

 

References for “Somerset:  A Time to Love”, Ch. 23,  December 10, 2017 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #1123)

1)  The Somerset:  A Time to Love” story cover is a composite of two main images:
a) Background–Creative Commons-licensed photo by Flickr user AlicePopkorn2]
http://www.flickr.com/photos/47283811@N06/  ;
b) Prof. Benedict Somerset image is of Richard Armitage (2012 Promo by Roberta Ascroft, pix35) found at richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/Richard/Promos/2012Promo/album/RobertAscroft-35.jpg
c)  a crucifix image is from MS Office Clip Art;

2)  An example of a lovely tri gold locket was found on Pinterest at  https://i.pinimg.com/736x/02/2f/75/022f757997322816122eb4f2211af7ff–victorian-jewelry-antique-jewellery.jpg

3) Oval edit (by Grati) of Chris Pine in  the 2014 film “Into the Woods” was found at  https://i1.wp.com/clothesonfilm.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/IMAGE-2.jpg

Wattpad Ch. 23 story link:
https://www.wattpad.com/505910247-somerset-a-time-to-love-by-gratiana-lovelace-2017

Previous Ch. 22  blog link, with embedded illustrations:
https://gratianads90.wordpress.com/2017/11/27/somerset-a-time-to-love-ch-22-pg-13-a-bad-penny-or-two-november-27-2017-gratiana-lovelace-post-1119/

 

 

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Melt My Heart Monday—Richard Armitage’s new “Night at the Opera” Selfie is a Stunner!   December 04, 2017  Gratiana Lovelace (Post #1122)

The talented British actor Richard Armitage starring as Daniel Miller in Berlin Station on EPIX shared this Selfie the day of their Season 2 finale broadcast of episode 9 on Sunday, December 3, 2017 (Thanks to KatieC for sharing the image!):

 

Richard Armitage is a master storyteller–films, tv drama/comedy, theatre, audiobooks, etc.—and handsome, too!  I think my ovaries just regenerated!   Sighhh!   THUD!!!

 

P.S.  And also thanks to RobinT for sharing the cap of Mr. Armitage’s Instagram post with his post label of where he was!

 

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