JoanK., Wow! A houseful of relatives of all ages, now that truly sounds exciting to me. I love it when my grandkids spend the night, and I especially love when both my sons families, and my hubby and I, all go to the water park/hotel for a weekend getaway. We all end up in one big room, lounging around, laying in one big huge bed, and just enjoying each other's company. I cherish those times with family.
Maybe it's time to back away from the plot a minute and look at the detailed picture Austen gives us of everyday life for the privileged in a small town. What has changed and what hasn't? Are the conversations less predictable now? Do we recognize any of these characters as people we know?
Oh indeed we do know people like this, and I fear there could be those, who could also see us like this, depending on their places and feelings in our church/community.
My hubby and I were just speaking on this subject the other day. We have lived in this community and gone to the same church since 1977. I have taught CCD classes, worked in the parish/school, been best friends with the Pastor and Associate Pastor who was a nun and my best friend. We have been extremely involved throughout the years in all church activities, and school functions, from me being a Brownie leader when my daughter was young, to coaching the cheerleading squad, and my hubby has been either a head coach or assistant coach throughout these years, and is now helping our sons, who are head coaches for the sports at the school.
But....in saying this, I know there are families, that see ours as the ones over involved, we too have had to deal with families that appear to have more money, more status, and do not want to show us respect for all the work and time we put in. Their income seems to give them the idea, they do not have to put in the volunteer time, and yet expect their children to be treated better, and given more playtime in sports, than other children. So, I suppose the point I am making is.....no matter which situation, or position you hold in your community/church, there is always going to be those who do, and those who feel their money or status trumps everything. My hubby at the age of sixty-five felt the stinging of being snubbed in the church golf league, by a new younger guy, and not shown respect for being a member, just recently. I told him, this is always going to happen, no matter where you live. Just shake it off, and let it go.
Halycon,
Not good to live on the other side of the tracks.
This is so interesting you mentioned this. I am from a very small rural town. The railroad tracks were truly a dividing line of poverty vs. status quo. Where I lived was a long country road, with the railroad tracks just across my road. We would lay across our beds many a nights and days, and look out the window, and wave to the conductor of the trains that went by. Oh did the trains drive me nuts when I wanted to sleep. We knew we were poor, and realized there was a better society of people when we went to school, and saw the kids in our classrooms. I wrote a small story about my childhood, with a line diagonal through the cover of the book, and the title is,
"Crossing Over the Line." The gist of my story is about growing up rural and poor, meeting my hubby and marrying him, moving to a city, living in a modest nice church/community. We are far from wealthy, but are rich in the people we know, and the family we have.
Halycon, My siblings and I also played on the railroad tracks, for some reason they made up a song or knew from some place and decided to tease me with it, and tag me with the nickname Memo. To this day my sisters will laugh and call me Memo. The song went like this...
Memo, Memo, broke her toe, on the way to Mexico
On the way back, she broke her back
Sliding down the railroad tracks.