Riding Home 16

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CHAPTER 16
There was more, of course, more of their voices and power, and I wept, but Eric was there, and Merry joined me as I dropped out of the playing, her arms a comfort above and beyond the joy of the music.

The acoustics of the church brought such a richness to everything, such a clarity, and the grace of Hywel’s tenor and Leah’s contralto flew above the sheer thunder of the bass and baritone voices of the men of our families.

Merry had obviously nobbled Simon in the choice of hymns, as they were all great tunes and not just carols. We had ‘Gloria in Excelsis’ and ‘Be Still, My Soul’, so many others, and yet it was the popular ones, where the children joined in more easily, that I still remember. The way a simple old song like “Once in Royal David’s city” took on a depth and passion of its own rather than being the repetitive dirge it usually becomes. Darren had stepped away from the band too, and I felt his arm slip around my waist as the three of us simply stood and soaked in the dancing air.

It came to an end, of course, and there were cakes and hot drinks in the Hall, but I pushed through the congregation to find Aunty Esther and the rest. I could hardly see with the tears, but that was fine, none of them was moving out of reach, and none avoided a kiss when I found them. Once I could speak rationally again, and see more clearly, I sniffed back some tears and asked the obvious question.

“When? When was this all arranged?”

Twm looked across at Arwel, who grinned, but it was Uncle Arthur who replied.

“Miriam was behind this, when she said she was coming to your home for the holy days. I…I felt we should make sure that you understand that you are kin, and that is something I did not wish to wait for another nine months. One grows a child in nine months, but one can as easily lose a loved one.”

He grinned, almost as widely as Arwel. “Besides, how can I get my favourite…niece to come back home more often if not by infusing her soul with hiraeth, aye?”

Hywel was just as amused. “Aye, Annie, and we were coming over with the trouts to see Sar, and we needed a bit of practice like for the proper carol service tomorrow. Just got the organ there, less competition from the show-offs like you lot!”

I was in fresh tears. “You are all so welcome, aye? Welcome to my first Christmas with my family. Where are you all staying? How long? What….oh, damn it, tea, cake, come on before it all goes”

Merry was still at my shoulder as we headed for the Hall.

“Travel Lodge, Annie, I got a bulk discount for them. Sarah’s people are continuing on tonight to Dover.”

“Why not…oh, I know, no surprise, but next time, my house, sod it, OUR house, there are two of us, our house is family property, aye? We are flesh, aye?”

I found myself laughing suddenly, as a thought struck me. “Unless you have somewhere closer in mind?”

Her blush told me all I needed, but she was still Merry, sane and sensible, practical in all things.

“I know what you mean, Annie, but we have known each other only days, and one makes no life plans on that basis”

“A girl can dream, though, aye?”

“Oh yes, my dear, oh yes”

I watched her face light up, and she linked an arm to squeeze mine.

“Annie, thank you. For good or bad, though I think the former, you have shown me something I dared not hope for. Too many years lacking faith that He is capable of making good men, or at least some who I am not too late for...did you listen to his sermon, I mean really listen? He has such a depth of faith, of generosity to him, and the words, his gift with language….”

She tailed off, then suddenly grinned. “And the most beautiful eyes, aye?”

We entered the Hall giggling as badly as Chantelle now was, as Alice teased her about her new dress and whether Ginny’s hair colour was infectious. For a while I circulated through them, giving my love and my thanks, and then I found myself with Twm Powell, Sarah’s father, and his wife Sioned.

“That was a good piece of singing, Annie. The boys and I shall have to spend some time with your men before your wedding”

Sioned poked him. “There are lady singers here as well, Twmi!”

“Yes, but it is the bass and the baritone that carry the song, cariad, it is they who shake the building, and the diaphragm”

I laughed. “And here am I playing in a much higher register, aye, and so I shall declare a bias! You are sure you want to shoot off to Dover at this hour? We have beds, spare rooms”

Twm nodded. “We have a grandchild who must be seen, and a daughter we love, and it is Christmas, and these things are necessary.”

Sioned cracked a remark about him missing ‘his’ dog, and then suddenly he was serious.

“It is important, Annie, that the choices God gives you are seen clearly. Sarah made mistakes, she hid from life for too long. All that she has now, she could have had so many years ago”

There was something dark there, and Sioned frowned.

“She had a…problem with a man, after she had met our son-in-law, a problem she could have avoided”

Ah. Sioned was still talking. “That is one reason we feel, in a way, protective towards you. It is why Twm here, and his brother, stood up for you with your people. We were wrong, at first, back then, but now we see clearly. What we can see, so may others”

Twm grunted. “They might need a bit of a smack at first, but that’s the way of the world. Look, Annie, make us proud, aye, make us parch, does dim angen arnat i hiraeth achos mae Cymru yn buw yn y galon, na?”

Sioned slapped his arm lightly. “Dydy hi ddim yn siarad yr iaith, Twmi. Sorry, he gets a little morose and silly at times. He is saying that with your family, with their music, you need never be homesick because you carry the land in your heart. Look around you, there is life here, life and love, and so much of it isn’t English!”

That brought a proper laugh from Twm. “Aye, the buggers invade us, subjugate us, try to kill our language, and we can still outsing them! Pity about the rugby, though”

Hywel was listening in, and I left them to their suddenly lively discussion, seeking my man. Well, one of them; I could see the other cuddled up to his girl and a plate of cake. Merry was behind the kitchen hatch with Simon, looking every inch the potential vicarage lady. Twm’s comments about seizing the day played in my mind as I watched her, and I offered a little prayer to her god that whatever happened would leave her with a smile to match those they were sharing.

I finally found Eric surrounded by my family, looking more than a little intimidated, which was hardly surprising.

“Annie, love!”

I got a cuddle, and his arm stayed protectively around my waist, but I couldn’t work out who was the one being protected, me or him. Aunty Esther was to the fore.

“This vicar, this Simon, what are his intentions towards my Merry?”

I spotted the twinkle just in time. “I think, to see that she smiles, Aunty”

Her own smile was there now, and John was nodding. “More than that, Annie. Much more than that. He is a wordsmith, isn’t it? He knows the Lord’s words and he makes them clear to the ordinary man, and that is a rare gift. I would, we would have him at the Chapel, and if he is the man to marry you, it will change things”

The others were nodding in agreement as he continued. “Aye, Annie, we will be proud to stand for your wedding, that we have made clear. Now that you offer us a man of God, one who can enrich our souls, you make us certain in our decision. You have a treasure in that man”

Leah giggled. “And even in that cassock, I can tell he has a LOVELY bottom!”

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Thanks Steph,

ALISON

'you wrote on Simon,"He has such a depth of faith,of generosity to him,and the words,his gift of language---".The same applies to you,dear one,you are indeed a treasure and a joy to us.Thank you.

ALISON

Not a...

...lovely bottom, then?

haven't seen it, dear.

but considering you cycle, I bet its fantastic.

Dorothycolleen

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It warms my heart...

Andrea Lena's picture

...to find someone in a story that actually displays the love of God, and others that are willing to stand humble and corrected as well. Great story as always. Thank you!

Post Script: While I can't personally testify to it, I am absolutely confident in your sincerity, so yes, I'll say that you have lovely bottom! *Blush!*


Dio vi benedica tutti
Con grande amore e di affetto
Andrea Lena

  

To be alive is to be vulnerable. Madeleine L'Engle
Love, Andrea Lena

Taking a risk

I do not wish to get into a religious discussion, as such. I have no religion, as simple as that. What I like about the bible, about Christ's message (and you can guess perhaps that I have studied it in depth) is that deep love of people. Judge not; Let he who is without sin; motes and beams; lost sheep. Whether or not you believe in the supernatural/divine aspects, almost everything in that life says "love" in its true sense, agape rather than Eros. The epistle of James has always spoken for me: you can say all the fine words you want, but if they do not translate into the way you live your life you are a lying hypocrite.

That I see as a metaphor for those of us here who are unfortunate enough to be crossed up in our gender. So many people claim to be something that they aren't, maybe because it is cool, that it hurts those who are cursed that way. Because it is a curse. No sane person chooses the wrong body. However, those who are, for whatever reasons, caught, like yourself, Drea, can show their true nature by their grace to others.

End of religious discussion.

I wanted to extend this...

...but won't, except to say that aspect of God you mention, the gentle, loving acceptance that runs through the whole bible if you look for it? I see it portrayed so beautifully in this story, in the way everyone cares and climbs into each other's lives.

I have my own rants to write on faith and religion, but I'll do them on my own soapboxes. For now I'll just "soak in the dancing air", because this tale resonates like a proper bass section. Thanks as ever for the welcome tears.

Maeryn Lamonte, the girl inside

Maeryn Lamonte, the girl inside

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Love how they showed Annie how they Love her through the music.

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

Thanks Steph,

ALISON

'a lady at the Reef Motel remembers you on your bike and confirms that you have a lovely bottom LOL!!
But you also have a lovely mind and a great way with language,even Welsh!So my comment stays.
PS:I may be getting old but I have a good memory.Sorry!

ALISON

Daearol ond duwiol.

Yeah, I've met a few girls, (ladies?) like that in my wife's chapel and when I've commented later to my wife in private she usually tried to laugh it off. Yeah.
It's funny how chapel takes on a different character when one's older.
When I was a small kid it was all Sit up! Be quiet! Behave!

If I go to chapel now, (Once a year, in a suite,for the gymanfa cos' I like the hymms!)the wives are very flirtatious despite my obvious disinterest (and marginal, supressed femininity)and they are very earthy but pious.

Wierd or what!

This chapter beautifully describes Welsh chapel-going women and their relationships with their faith.

Good story Steph.
Made me chuckle.

XZXX

Bev.

Growing old disgracefully.

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The Golden Rule

joannebarbarella's picture

No belief in a God is needed to believe in the golden rule, nor to try to obey the precepts of that rule.

I always liked Dave Allen's parting line, "Good night, and may your god go with you."

But I have a question; how many chapters am I going to spend in tears until the BIG ONE, the wedding?

I have to budget for the Kleenex,

Joanne

Ah! The Perennial Unanswerable Question

joannebarbarella's picture

No...not "What is the meaning of life?" but

"Does my bum look big in this?"

Over to you, Steph,

Joanne

Ah yes

kristina l s's picture

Pity about the rugby, feel much the same recently even if I'm not a big fan. Why do people have to over complicate things?

Nicely done flashmob there. It's 'funny' how a simple little tune can cause tears to well. Might be silly jingle to a moody tune to a full on choir accompanied or not. The Wallabies crowd doing Waltzing Matilda might not be quite the same as the Welsh doing their 'national anthem' but in a way it is exactly that.

Luverrly

Kris

Dear Kristina,

ALISON

'I remember the then Wallaby captain,Ken Catchpole,telling how he and the whole Aussie team were
reduced to tears the first time Australia ever won at Cardiff Arms Park and the crowd sang
"Waltzing Matilda" as they passed off the field.A real moment,perhaps Annie was there singing
"Land of our Fathers".

ALISON

The old land of my fathers

Is dear to me
Land of bards, and singers
Great men of renown;
Its warriors so manly, patriots so fine
For freedom they gave their blood

My country! My native soil!
I am faithful to you;
While the sea is a wall to the pure, dear land,
Oh, may the old tongue live on.

(my own translation)