Egads, sorry if my last post got a bit political. I was attempting to address the "disgruntled employee" point, but more so, hoped it showed how if treated with dignity and respect it would not matter what class, skill or position you hold for a job, seeing Fanny's work, as important as Mary's fossil hunting, so Fanny would have no reason to be jealous of Mary.
Barb, " I need to remind myself that class differences was as deep as race is for us in America."
Gosh, I think I also need to remind myself of this while reading books in earlier eras, and in other countries. It does help to keep things into perspective doesn't it. Having never visited other countries, other than Canada, I lack the the awareness of this. Thanks Barb.
As Marcie reminds us, Fanny and Mary were friends in the beginning, and it seems the Philpot sisters casted suspicions of whether Fanny's parents thought it acceptable to be spending so much time with the spinster sisters.
The whole burial of Mary and Captain Cury in the landslide was horrific and creepy, imagining them lying there buried, alone on the beach, not knowing if and when someone would come to rescue you. This just spooked me out:
pg. 144, "Captain Cury, can you hear me? Are your bones broke? Fanny's leg is broke, I think. Mr. Buckland's taken her with him. He'll come back soon." I was chattering on to mask my terror. The finger stayed stiff, pointing up at the sky. I knew what that meant, and began to cry. "Don't go! Stay with me! Please stay, Captain Cury!"
pg. 145, "It was hard to breathe now with the mud so heavy. My breathing got slower, and so did the beat of my heart, and I closed my eyes."
Knowing Mary, survived did not make this any less frightening to read, how close she came to death. And wasn't it interesting Mary knowing this she says: "I tried to think of God instead and how He would help me through it. I never told anyone this, but thinking of Him then didn't make me less scared."
This reminded me of the Homily our priest gave this past Sunday, he told us when he was a missionary priest in Africa, he went to the bedside of a very old, dying woman, who had her Rosary beads and Bible on her side table, and she used these similar words to him. Ironic, yet a bit of a mystery for me. Does give me food for thought.
Ciao for now~
Annie we were posting at the same time. The landslide was pretty eventful!