A schoolmasters life ..story by Jude kyrie 1919 chipping Sodbury England
Grenville school for young Englishmen
The bell for evensong rang out It was seven o'clock the boys would be Going to the school chapel he wanted to see them. He was so old where had all the time passed. He remembered it was 1876 he was such a young Man so full of dreams and possibilities. His days at a schoolmaster at Grenville school for boys had begun.
He knew he was a shy stodgy schoolmaster going unnoticed. No promotions just the same grade. Then a miracle happened Grace found him he did not mean a gift of faith He always has that of course.
If was the most stunning lady he had ever seen. He was at the train station at Chippingham Wold The fog had set in and the trains were delayed... He sat in the waiting room and she was there. Her smile lit up the room.
I did not have the skills to enchant the fairer *** Only the words of masters like Chaucer and Shakespeare. She said would you like to join me for a tea and scones She withdrew a flask of sweet tea and gave me one of her scones.
We talked for hours in the deep fog that kept us there overnight. She said thank you for keeping me safe overnight I was quite afraid, he thought she did not look afraid. The train arrives to take us to Chipping Sodbury.
As we exited the train she slipped me her address on her scented card that Was perfumed with gardenias. I still have it even in my eighties I had fallen for her you see. But who would not have?
I picked up my courage from my boots And knocked on her door. We married six months later. I have never been as happy before or since. The next five years were heaven she charmed the School committee and all the boys
They loved her well almost as much as I did you see. She kissed me at the door after the cricket match We beat you Turnberry Wells by seven runs I was pink with excitement. We are having a child she said. I wept with joy.
Then when the labor came she had eclampsia And the labor was very hard After many hours the doctor came down From the bedroom. I looked up He shook his head. And the child I whispered. His sad eyes cell to the ground.
I never married again How could I, I had drunk from the cup of perfection.
1914 The great war came At evensong, I read the names of my fallen boys William's, Burns, Sands Rene And Colley Who received a posthumous Victoria Cross For pulling his wounded Batman from the line of fire In a failed charge upon the German trenches.
The tears fell from my eyes as their faces Appeared as the boys I loved. The war tumbled to an end and the sons of the fallen came back As young boys to Grenville
I was old and headmaster of that sainted school. The roll call of the new boys announced their names. William's sir, Burns sir, Coley sir I taught your father's I said softly.
Then the years rolled by I was lay on my deathbed nearly ninety now I heard two of the young masters outside my door. The old man is dying He lost his wife years ago you know. Never had any children its such a shame.
As the light faded into my eyes. I whispered. but that's not true I had a thousand children And they were all boys.