Mrs.Delansky and the untold story of the Titanic E-Book

Barbara Shriver

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

  This story is about a woman who was suppose to be on the Titanic with her parents and her Nanny when she was just a child. Their trip was cancelled due to an accident the night before therefore saving their lives. It tells how her life and her parents were effected because of this. And the type of person she became as she grew older.

   She became a good friend to Victoria. A younger woman and the adventures and fun they had together. How Victoria learned about friendship and enjoying the times they shared.

Leseprobe

Barbara Shriver

Mrs.Delansky and the untold story of the Titanic

In Mrs. Delansky you will meet my friends, family, (and even me) through both seemingly random encounters and the Key character. (Don't all writers enjoy weaving people in their lives into their characters in one way or another?) Thank you to my family who stand beside me with patience and encouragement. My Mother who is an advid reader and turned all her daughters into bookworms. Sarah ,my niece, who helps me technically and does it all with a smile. To all the girls at the United Methodist church who are my friends, the first to read my stories and give me their feed back. And to my sweet little mini dachshunds, Buster Brown and Tootsie Roll. They stay be my side keeping me warm through it all and they've heard the story a million times before I'm done. I hope you enjoy the story, it's been in my mind for a long time. It's always fun to bring a character to life.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Chapter 1

                                                             Chapter 1

   As I look out my kitchen window. I see my beautiful green hardy bamboo tree. This tree traveled from Pennsylvania to the south of Florida and has been with me for 20 years. Its' name is Mrs.Delansky after a lovely English woman who gave it to me.

   I met Mrs.Delansky in 1980. My husband and I owned a little restaurant in a small-town called Rices Landing in Pennsylvania. It was on a beautiful sunny Sunday. People were coming in for lunch after church. The door opened and in walked a small boy and a middle-aged gentleman with a small elderly woman on his arm.

  I seated them, and introduced myself. With a smile, and an English accent, the elderly woman told me her name was Mrs.Delansky and her son Matthew and her grandson, Ryan. As I waited on them and served them their lunch, we chatted. She complimented me on my flower boxes that I had a placed in every window. And my herb garden beside the restaurant that I had planted for the chefs so there would be fresh herbs for every meal. It seemed we both had the love of flowers and gardening.Mrs.Delansky asked if I had been gardening long. I laughed and told her I was born on a farm and my family planted a huge garden every year. As kids we tended the garden and hoed corn fields. We had a strawberry patch and sold strawberries every year. Every spring I helped my mother with her roses by hauling buckets of horse manure from the barn for fertilizer. I told her stories of my sisters and I as little girls taking long walks through the fields picking Johnny-jump-ups and Jack-in-the pulpits. She told me how she painstakingly worked her flower garden beside her home year after year to make it look like the garden her mother had years ago in England.

  As they prepared to leave, she pulled me aside and said, "I'd love for you to stop at my home for tea. You see, I have my tea time at noon not the usual time they do in England. I changed it years ago to accommodate husbands' lunch time and have just kept the habit. You will stop sometime won't you? I'll show you my English garden." I smiled at her and replied, " Yes, I'll gladly stop and see you soon."

  Several weeks went by and I had been so busy, it seemed I never took time to visit my friends anymore. It was noon. I was on the way to the grocery store. As I sat at the stop light I looked to the right and there sat Mrs.Delansky's house. A beautiful powder blue home with white gingerbread trim all around and a wrap around porch. I could see her garden with stone walls and the front porch had a swing. Beautiful bright color flowers sat on the steps to her front door. It looked so inviting. I decided to stop and see her.

  As I got out of the car the smell of the flowers was intoxicating. Her garden was brilliant with color. I could see roses in red, pink, yellow. Purple and yellow pansies lining the walkway. Daylilies of orange and rust and yellow. Purple and white irises and I could smell lilacs and honeysuckle. Stones lined the paths and bird baths were scattered about. A huge trellis of jasmine I could see in a distance. This is a garden that took years to perfect and a lot of love. A labor of love.

 I opened the gate and walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. I could hear someone yell, "Coming.." The door was opened and there stood Mrs.Delansky with a huge smile on her face. "Victoria! I'm so glad you finally came. Oh, do come in, the tea is ready."

As I followed her down the hall I sneaked a peak into the rooms as we pasted. Her living room made me feel I had stepped back in time. On the arms of her couch and chairs were delicate crocheted arm covers and doilies were on all the tables. In the windows were pots of violets of every color. Above the mantle hung a beautiful wedding picture in black and white. The bride and groom with loving smiles in the eyes. An antique grandfather clock sat in the corning ticking away. I could smell lemon furniture polish and baked cookies.

I followed her to the kitchen. Her kitchen table had a beautiful tablecloth that looked like it was embroided with delicate flowers and irish lace for trim. The table was set with delicate china cups and a teapot with steam coming from the spout. She had just taken a tray of cookies from the oven and placed them on a dish. She indeed expected someone for tea.

Pouring me a cup of tea, she said, "Sit down dear, today is the Earl Gray day. Have some cookies. I'm so happy you came by. I never know who to expect. Years ago James, my husband would come home for lunch. After he pasted away, I didn't want to become lonely, so I just kept asking everyone to come to tea at noon. Inevitably,someone drops by just about every day. It makes my life interesting.'

As she refilled my teacup I looked at the wall on my right. Several frames hung with different articles. I rose and stepped over to investigate. One was the front page of the London Daily Mail newspaper. It reads "April 16, 1912 Titanic Sank No Lives Lost.." Another framed an invitation to dine at the captain's table with an official looking Titanic heading. Another frame held four boarding tickets that read "Titanic South Hampton, England to New York, New York." And the others were tickets for Baggage Claim. All hanging on the wall in a group.