Ecting

WEEKEND REFLECTIONS

ECTING!

Riding on a tram, unsuspecting,

I looked out and saw a car-roof reflecting.

As reflections were what I was collecting,

(My meme-responses perfecting),

To my blog my thoughts were directing!

I cropped and did some correcting.

And I'm quite sure you're tired of this rhyme so I won't bother with another line!

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THE SOURCE OF THE EXPECTATIONS!

I speak of two similar ladies, who certainly never met,

Whose lives were the stuff of melancholy, sadness and deep regret.

Charles Dickens 'invented' one of them; the other lived real life,

But destiny decreed that neither ever became a wife!

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Eliza Donnithorne's family lived in New South Wales,

And her sorry story is chronicled among old Sydney's tales.

The family arrived from India and Father built an estate,

But Eliza was single at thirty, which, for marriage, was quite late.

She met a lowly shipping-clerk and she became enthralled;

We don't know how she met him; George Cuthbertson he was called.

In 1856 they planned the marriage celebration,

And, the family being notable, there was local jubilation.

The populace sought to watch the show and began to line the streets,

And a glorious banquet was prepared, with rare and tasty treats.

But where was George, the bridegroom? He'd vanished in thin air!

She looked for him at the altar, but he made no appearance there!

It was obvious she'd been jilted! Eliza was distressed!

She dismissed her friends and family; she dismissed each waiting guest.

From that day on, for thirty years, she wore her wedding gown!

She never ventured from her house or wandered into town!

The wedding-breakfast lay untouched till it mouldered and decayed!

She was soon known as a crazy witch, and people were afraid!

A chain was kept on the big front door to hold the door ajar,

Just in case George came back to her from journeying afar.

He never came, he never wrote, they never, never met,

And all her life was lived from then in a state of deep regret.

In 1886 she died, still in her wedding-dress!

For thirty years she'd lived a life of morbid unhappiness!

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All this is true and chronicled, but there are implications.....

That she became 'Miss Haversham' in the book 'Great Expectations'.

Charles Dickens had a nephew in Australia, it is true,

And the two of them wrote letters as relations often do.

Dickens may have read in letters of the Sydney broken heart,

And included the character in his book; all part of the author's art!

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But there's another mystery that's linked to this strange tale.

Maybe Eliza was a fraud! Maybe she was a MALE!

Arrival records and passenger lists relating to the case,

Merely speak of an only son! Of daughters not a trace!

Was 'she' a boy child all along? Were 'she' and George both gay?

Or did George make a discovery and decide to run away?

We'll never know for sure, of course, at this late stage, and yet

Eliza and 'Miss Haversham' are symbols of regret.

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Bev, Loretta and the two Pams came for lunch today. We had chicken and asparagus for the main course. They are all altos in the Choir, but they're also in the Melodrama Group so we read through two new plays I've prepared for next year.