There was something about a wedding that brought out the best in people. Getting married in wartime presented a unique set of problems. On top of the usual flurry of preparations, there was the huge problem of securing gowns for the bride and her attendants. With clothes being on ration, finding ...
Phoebe said, picking up her cup to examine it, as if she hoped to find more brandy in it. “Well, I can tell you that.” Mrs. Chubb rubbed her palms together, wishing she could repeat the sensational story to the ladies at the next church social. They’d be all agog, they would, and she’d be the cen...
One of these days, she told herself, she’d have someone come in and organize the books. Once upon a time the shelves had been neatly arranged, with fiction at eye level, history and classics above, and the rest below. Now there were Dickens and Sherlock Holmes mixed in with The History of the Bri...
It was her responsibility to inspect the bedrooms and make sure that the beds had been made, the chamber pots emptied, the furniture dusted, and the windows opened to air out the rooms. It was a task she enjoyed. She had too many memories of when she had to do all those things herself, and it fel...