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herself alone and longing for the love that she was witnessing all around her. Tilly, her best friend, had just recently answered a letter in the Matrimonial Times for a mail order bride. She had told Mary-Beth that he had responded, and she would be moving west in a few short weeks. The thought of doing the same occurred to Mary-Beth, but she was afraid that any respectable farmer wouldn’t want a woman who could barely walk. So she wished Tilly well and made her promise to keep in touch.
And so another day was beginning for Mary-Beth. Even though she was happy to help her grandparents, a part of her ached for the life that she was watching all the girls her age entering. She prayed for her chance at happiness and softly sang of Christ’s love and saving blood as she slowly took step by painful step from the bedroom, and downstairs to the kitchen.
Mary-Beth was surprised to find that today Grandmother had already prepared breakfast for her. Mary-Beth felt slightly guilty because she knew that any housework was difficult for the ageing woman. Even though not a word had been spoken about her taking over the household chores, Mary-Beth felt that it was her duty and responsibility, and she gladly did all she could to make her grandparents more joyful lives.
“Good morning, child. How are you feeling this morning? Your legs seem a little stiff.” Her grandmother smiled kindly and motioned her to sit down. Placing a plate of eggs and bacon in front of her, she took a seat across from her and looked at her with concern.
“My legs are aching something terrible this morning. I think that once I get up and move around some that they will feel much better. Thank you for breakfast. I‘m sorry that I didn’t get down her to prepare it for you.” Mary-Beth took a mouthful of eggs and smiled at the woman she was grateful to call her grandmother.
“No worries, young lady. I need to get used to doing things for your grandfather and myself once you marry. I sense that we will see that day soon.” Her grandmother’s eyes clouded with tears.
“Oh, Grams, I don’t think it will. No man wants a woman who is crippled. I fear that I will be an old maid. However, if I can take care of you, then it will be a blessing,” Mary-Beth patted her grandmother’s hand and smiled.
“Don’t be so sure, young woman. Something tells me that a change is about to take place soon. Believe what you will, but when the time comes, I will be one happy grandmother.”
CHAPTER TWO
Tilly's Letter
A MONTH HAD passed since the conversation in the kitchen. Mary-Beth was sure that her grandmother was having wishful thoughts, but she hoped deep down that there was some truth to them. She longed to have the life of a loving housewife.
On the way from the market one afternoon, she stopped past the post office to pick up the mail for the family. Curiously enough, she noticed one letter addressed to her. No one wrote to her, and just the idea that someone would take the time to write to her filled her with a sense of wonder and excitement. She wanted to read it right then and there, but she knew that her grandmother was waiting for her return so that they could make a pie for dessert that evening.
Tucking the mail into her aprons, she picked up her basket and returned home as quickly as she could. If she could at least get the pie into the oven, then she would be able to read the letter that filled her mind with such anticipation. She had no idea who could have written her.
Once she arrived home, she and her grandmother made the preparations for the evening dinner and prepared the apple pie that would be served later on. The kitchen was a little stuffy, so her grandmother recommended that they go out on the porch to enjoy their afternoon tea as the pie baked.
As Mary-Beth sat down, she felt the bulge in her apron where she had placed the mail.
And so another day was beginning for Mary-Beth. Even though she was happy to help her grandparents, a part of her ached for the life that she was watching all the girls her age entering. She prayed for her chance at happiness and softly sang of Christ’s love and saving blood as she slowly took step by painful step from the bedroom, and downstairs to the kitchen.
Mary-Beth was surprised to find that today Grandmother had already prepared breakfast for her. Mary-Beth felt slightly guilty because she knew that any housework was difficult for the ageing woman. Even though not a word had been spoken about her taking over the household chores, Mary-Beth felt that it was her duty and responsibility, and she gladly did all she could to make her grandparents more joyful lives.
“Good morning, child. How are you feeling this morning? Your legs seem a little stiff.” Her grandmother smiled kindly and motioned her to sit down. Placing a plate of eggs and bacon in front of her, she took a seat across from her and looked at her with concern.
“My legs are aching something terrible this morning. I think that once I get up and move around some that they will feel much better. Thank you for breakfast. I‘m sorry that I didn’t get down her to prepare it for you.” Mary-Beth took a mouthful of eggs and smiled at the woman she was grateful to call her grandmother.
“No worries, young lady. I need to get used to doing things for your grandfather and myself once you marry. I sense that we will see that day soon.” Her grandmother’s eyes clouded with tears.
“Oh, Grams, I don’t think it will. No man wants a woman who is crippled. I fear that I will be an old maid. However, if I can take care of you, then it will be a blessing,” Mary-Beth patted her grandmother’s hand and smiled.
“Don’t be so sure, young woman. Something tells me that a change is about to take place soon. Believe what you will, but when the time comes, I will be one happy grandmother.”
CHAPTER TWO
Tilly's Letter
A MONTH HAD passed since the conversation in the kitchen. Mary-Beth was sure that her grandmother was having wishful thoughts, but she hoped deep down that there was some truth to them. She longed to have the life of a loving housewife.
On the way from the market one afternoon, she stopped past the post office to pick up the mail for the family. Curiously enough, she noticed one letter addressed to her. No one wrote to her, and just the idea that someone would take the time to write to her filled her with a sense of wonder and excitement. She wanted to read it right then and there, but she knew that her grandmother was waiting for her return so that they could make a pie for dessert that evening.
Tucking the mail into her aprons, she picked up her basket and returned home as quickly as she could. If she could at least get the pie into the oven, then she would be able to read the letter that filled her mind with such anticipation. She had no idea who could have written her.
Once she arrived home, she and her grandmother made the preparations for the evening dinner and prepared the apple pie that would be served later on. The kitchen was a little stuffy, so her grandmother recommended that they go out on the porch to enjoy their afternoon tea as the pie baked.
As Mary-Beth sat down, she felt the bulge in her apron where she had placed the mail.
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