On a damp and misty morning back in the 1960ties – those prehistoric times when the prevailing Nationalist government kept us cut off from reality with the absence of TV – when everyone else in the household seemed to be busy and preoccupied, I did what children did in those days; I looked for something to read.
The cyclonic Eastern Cape drizzle seemed set to last for days. It was school holidays and with the rain precluding swimming and tennis, a good book was needed. Scanning the study bookshelves, my index finger came to rest on an older, hardcover book titled ‘Anne of Green Gables.’ My elder sister’s name was inscribed on the flyleaf. I skimmed over the first page and was transported instantly from East London on the South African East Coast, to Prince Edward Island, off the East Coast of Canada – continents and oceans and a different hemisphere away from my reality. I was lost. The weather was forgotten. If anything, sunshine would have meant outdoor commitments drawing me away from the comfort of my bed where I sat propped up against pillows, snuggled under my Auntie Jean’s crochet rug for the rest of the day and, with the exception of a reluctant presence at mealtimes, the rest of that grey, drizzly weekend.
Half a century of my life has happened since then and yet I remember it as though it were yesterday. So heightened were my senses, I can still feel my slightly scratchy bedspread, see my girlhood bedroom and hear the soft swish of rain at my window.
My first wish imprinted itself on a ‘bucket list’ that weekend – years and years before the phrase had even been coined – and there it has languished, unchanged, until now. Since that wet, cool morning in 1967 I have yearned to visit Prince Edward Island where “the shore road was woodsy, wild and lonesome.”
As soon as I’d finished the book I lent it to my best friend, Glynis James, and together over the next several months we worked our way through the whole ‘Anne’ series and found lots to discuss and laugh about as we shared Anne’s adventures, her teenage years and then adulthood. I think we both fell a little in love with Gilbert Blythe, we thought Marilla Cuthbert a little on the stern side, we loved Matthew and wept over his death – just as I did when I reread the book a few weeks ago
I was enchanted by the idea of Prince Edward Island and L M Montgomery’s beautiful descriptions of its landscape. I think ‘Green Gables’ was the first fictional house I ever fell in love with and although many other literary homes have been added to that list, Green Gables remains at the top.
Years passed and life changed. Glynis coincidentally moved to Canada in the early 1980ties and settled in a town somewhere south of Toronto but we never gave up on the idea of meeting on Prince Edward Island one day. In a fascinating turn of events, Glynis’ daughter, a beautiful musical drama actress, landed the part of Jose Pye in the Anne of Green Gables summer production for two seasons in a row. I longed to get there to see her on the stage but other commitments conspired against it.
But then we both turned sixty; me down here and Glynis up and over there and it just seemed like a good idea to make this dream of approximately fifty years a reality. And so it happens that tonight will see me leaving on the first leg of a journey to Prince Edward Island and then beyond to other far reaches of Canada. I will meet Glynis – a “kindred spirit” if ever there was one – in Charlottetown, PEI on Tuesday morning and we will have a few days reliving those magical books, reminiscing and catching up. I will also finally get to see snippets of the Canadian life of one of dearest and definitely oldest friends, or as Anne Shirley would have said “my bosom friend…” How we used to giggle over that phrase at the age of 10.
Prince Edward Island, worlds away from Africa and 50 years down the line, here I come.
Jacqui, what a lovely story and memory, and I hope you and Glynis have a joyous experience reconnecting. Girlfriends with history are like no other in our lives. I know you will enjoy visiting our hemisphere, and I plan on getting back to yours!
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Wonderful piece! I just love the thought of you and Glynis fulfilling that girlhood dream. Think of me as you travel down the ‘ white way of delight’. I envy you.
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Thank you Cathy. I am so looking forward to it.
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Great childhood memories for you Jacqui – enjoy your reunion
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Thank you Fred. I am also really looking forward to getting a taste of Canada having never been there before. I found our trip to Sydney 5 years ago so illuminating as we hear so much about the countries that have become home to so many South Africans and it’s very helpful to get one’s own perspective.
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Hope you have a wonderful time and that reality is even better than the the dream.
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Thank you Lauren! It’s been such a long time coming and I’m not at all sure what I’ll find.
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Lovely, Jacqui – enjoy the journey! My elder daughter, Debbie is an “Anne” devotee, having collected the books and DVDs over the years!
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Thanks Chrissie. I’ll try to post some photos along the way for you to share with Debbie. You may even remember Glynis. We were joined at the hip back in the days when you guys used to visit from Zim.
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Enjoy being reunited with such a special friend – I’m sure you and Glynis will have the most wonderful holiday. Make more special memories to enjoy for years to come.
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Jacs, that is really a ‘dream come true’ – to use a cliché! Soak it all up as you re-live what your imagination has stored! So enjoy your writing – think we all had a great start in English at Clarendon … lv
B xx
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How exciting, Jacqui! I hope your trip exceeds all your expectations! I look forward to hearing about your adventure. Safe travels!
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