Postby KP Presents » Tue Jul 23, 2013 4:44 am
“Hhllncljfr,” I mumbled as the blindfold was removed and I saw him smiling at me. He had a brown face that had lots of crinkles and lines in it, and his short hair was grey, but his eyes were kind and a lot like Granny’s.
“Dear god, girl - how long has it been since you have been here? You’re growing bigger than a new born foal now. Come on, get that tape off them and get the three of them out here.”
Dad peeled the tape away from our mouths and then untied us, as we hoped out and stretched our limbs. We were parked in front of an old farmhouse, and I could now see Granny standing there, in an old white sweater and jeans.
“It’s been far too long, Jethro,” Mum said as she hugged the older man. “Are you all right, girl,” he said as he looked into Mum’s eyes, smiling as she nodded.
“And you must be young Patricia,” he then said as he held out a hand. A great pleasure to meet you, young lady.”
“Thank you,” Patty said as she smiled sweetly and shook Uncle Jethro’s hand. “Well, come in, come in,” he said as he walked to the open door, “and let me good a good look at the new arrivals.” He was wearing a brown jacket over a checked shirt and corduroy trousers that squeaked as he walked.
The door led into a large, really old looking kitchen, with a big black stove on one side and a big wooden table in the middle. Aunt Jessie and Mum put the two car seats on there as Uncle Jethro looked into the faces of the two babies.
“It never fails to move me when I see new life,” he said as he put his arm round Granny. “You girls can go and explore if you want - your gran will come and tell you when tea is ready.”
Well, we didn’t need to be told twice, as we walked out of the kitchen and wandered from room to room, each one filled with a mixture of old and new - like the front room, which had some really old armchairs and a brand new big television with a satellite box attached.
“Let’s have a look upstairs,” Patty said, and before either of us could have a chance to stop her she left the room, and started to walk up the stairs. We could hear the adults talking as we followed her, and saw a number of doors leading off from the hallway.
“I wonder what’s in here,” Patty said as she opened one door, only to see a closet with a big white cylinder behind some shelves.
“Not much there,” she said as she opened the next door, and motioned us in. IT was a bedroom, with a single bed that had some sort of ornate cover on it, and in the corner was a set of old books sitting on an old bookcase.
“There’s a complete set of the Famous Five books here,” Jenny said as she looked at the covers, “You don’t think this was Granny’s room at one time, do you?”
“Could be,” I said as I looked under the bed, and drew out a funny looking cloth doll that had a back face, big white eyes and was wearing a funny red suit with a striped waistcoat. “What do you think this was?”
“Wow - have you seen what’s in here?”
Patty was standing in front of an old wardrobe, and as we walked over to her we could see there were a number of dresses hanging up. As she looked in, Patty took out a green dress and held it next to her, saying “Do you think this would fit me?”
“Oh come on, Patty,” I said quietly, “you don’t want to try it on, do you?”
“Yes I do,” Patty said, and she quickly took her clothes off, putting on the dress and saying “Can you do it up for me?” It was green, and had a round collar. The sleeves came to just below her elbows, and had a little button on the cuff, while the skirt flared out from the waist and came to below her knees.
Jenny walked over and fastened the buttons at the back, as Patty looked at herself in a mirror on the back of the door. “Put these on as well,” she then said as she took out a small pair of white gloves, watching as Patty slipped them onto her hands and said “This is actually quite nice - do you think your granny wore these once?”
“Who knows,” Jenny said as she took out a second dress. This one was made of red gingham, and had a funny collar with two little squares at the front. Like Patty’s dress, this one had button cuffs that came just below the elbow, and a flared skirt.
“This might fit you, Cassie,” Jenny said, “why don’t you try it on?”
Well, I wasn’t going to let Patty have all the fun, so I slipped out of my clothes and put the dress on, waiting as Jenny fastened it up and then handed me a second pair of gloves. The skirt of this one came to my knees, but she had been right - it did fit me. Patty and I took turns walking with airs and graces round the room, while Jenny took out a third dress.
This one was royal blue, and had a green checked second layer under the skirt. It had side panels, and a more tailored front, as well as a small white collar with a green thin ribbon bow at the collar. “Can you give me a hand with this, Cassie,” she said as she took off her outfit and stepped into it, pulling the sleeves up her arms so that the cuffs sat at her elbows. She knelt down as I buttoned up the back, and then put on a third pair of gloves.
“These dresses are lovely,” she said as she twirled round and looked at herself in the mirror, “I wonder how she looked in them?”
“Well, given I tended only to wear them for Sunday best or parties, I always thought I looked wonderful in them.”
I turned round quickly, the skirt rising up a little as I did so, and saw Granny standing in the doorway, her arms folded as she smiled at us.
“Sorry, Granny,” Jenny said, “We’ll get out of these.”
“No, no,” Granny said quietly, “Come on down - tea’s ready, and you can give your parents a big surprise.”
“Oh,” Patty said with her innocent smile, “What’s that?”
“Just what lovely young ladies you are,” Granny said as she stood to one side, and we walked down the stairs.
“My my,” Uncle Jethro said as we walked in, “Did they find your room, Miranda?”
“It would appear so - I’m amazed those dresses are still there, and in such good condition.”
“Well,” he said as we sat down and took some warm bread and butter, “I took them out of storage for a charity auction. Mind you, they do fit them very well - would you girls like to keep them?”
“Can we,” I said with a big smile as I looked at Mum and Dad.
“That’s very generous,” Dad said, “but only if Granny says so.”
“Oh they can have them,” Granny said as she poured some tea. “After all, they need to be little ladies from time to time, like at the ball a few weeks ago.”
“The one at Lucinda’s place? Do they still play the games and do the dance?”
“Oh yes - young Cassie here was the belle of the ball this year.”
I blushed as Uncle Jethro looked at me, and then smiled again. “So you like playing tie-up games,” he said as he sat back, and watched us as we ate the bread and cakes. “It brings back a few memories, eh sis?”
“Oh yes - we’ve relived a lot of old memories recently, “Miranda said as we all sat and drank. There was a wonderful smell in the kitchen, all fresh baking and wood, as Granny talked about some of the things that had happened over the last year.
“Hmmm,” Uncle Jethro said as she told him about the Mother’s Day games we played, “so Cassie here is the bright hope of the future, eh? Remember that day you challenged me to keep you tied up all day, Miranda?”
“Oh yeah,” Granny said with a smile, “I spent the morning lying on the shelf in the old airing cupboard, and the afternoon in bed.”
“How old were you Granny,” I asked between bites of fruit cake.
“I was - what, nine, and you were twelve?”
Uncle Jethro nodded, and then said “But you could never get out of it, could you?”
Now that got my attention. “You were that good, “I said, and he just nodded.
“Oh yes - if I tied your granny up, she knew she was going to be stuck like that for hours. Only our father was better than me.”
“I love been tied up,” Patty said as she looked at her mother, “and I can be tied up tighter and for longer than anyone else.”
“Oh no you can’t,” I said quietly, “I’ve been tied up all night before now.”
“Well, I bet I could stay tied up all day and night.”
“No you couldn’t”
“YES I COULD!!”
“No - you couldn’t,”
“All right,” Patty said as she stood up and looked at me, “I bet you that I can stay tied up and gagged all day and all night every day of this holiday!”
“Deal,” I said as I stood up, and then realised that everyone else was looking at me.
“Cassie,” Jenny said as she shook her head, “Do you know what you just did?”
“Well, this is interesting,” Uncle Jethro said as he rubbed his head. “First things first, lassies - you can’t stay tied up and gagged twenty four seven, or you’ll starve and not go to the toilet. Also, what if you go to a public place?”
“How about this,” Dad said. “If we’re in public, no. If you need to go to the toilet, or eat, no. Obviously if you are washing or changing, no - but all the other times, we’ll keep you tied up and gagged, and see who can last longest.”
Patty and I looked at each other, and then lapped the palms of our hands together and shook to seal the deal. Jenny looked at us, then at Mum and Dad, before saying “Same goes for me, right?”
“Right - you don’t want to be left out?”
Jenny shook her head as Uncle Jethro stood up. “Well, how about we start now,” he said as he went to a basket, and took out three pairs of large brown socks. “Put these over your hands, and then come and stand in front of me.”
The socks were so big they came up to the cuffs of our dress sleeves, so that as we stood in front of him we wondered what was happening. I watched as Uncle Jethro took a length of brown rope, and made a lasso with one end, before he passed it over my head and then pulled it around my tummy, trapping my arms by my side as he did so. He then pulled my hands together behind my back, and used the rope to tie my wrist tightly together over the socks, my palms pressed together.
He took another length of rope, and as he tied Jenny I tried to move my hands. It was impossible to do so, and the gloves and socks meant I could not even begin to pick at the knots, never mind find them.
As I watched, he pulled Jenny’s arms into her sides, and then as he moved her arms back he pulled a little tighter to fix her arms in place, then tied the rope around her wrists before he tied the two ends either side of her arms to the band. As Patty got the same treatment, he checked all of us and then left for a few moments.
“Where did Uncle Jethro go,” Jenny said as she looked at Dad.
“To get these,” she heard him say as he came back, and laid some things on the table. He started by picking up three large handkerchiefs, and putting one into each of our mouths, before he took three ties and used them as cleave gags.
“Whtshtht,” Patty said as she saw Uncle Jethro take a roll of thick brown tape out of a drawer.
“You’ll see,” was all he said as he took a large black square, folded in into a triangle and then tied it over my hair, covering it as he tied the corners together over the point at the back of my neck. “You’ve still got those scarves,” Granny said as he used a white one on Jenny, and a blue one on Patty.
“I have - and they’re going to be glad,” he said as he took the roll of brown tape, and tore the end free, before he wound it tightly round my head. It smelled a little funny, but it certainly stuck, and I knew the scarf was a good move for me and the others.
As he tape gagged the other two, I tried again to move my hands, but to no avail. “Now then,” Uncle Jethro said as he picked up a checked cap and put it on his head, “How would you girls like to have a tour of the farm?”
“YSPLS,” Patty shouted out, as we formed a line and came outside with Granny and Dad, following Uncle Jethro as he made his way over to a barn.
“We’ve got a few lambs in here still,” he said as he opened the door, and we walked in to see five little lambs sitting in a sheep pen. “Their mothers rejected them, so we have to feed and look after them. I’m afraid you can’t feed them, but they’re not hungry now anyway.”
Patty walked between the lambs, stroking them with her sock and glove covered her hands, her eyes smiling as she did so. “Let’s go through here,” Uncle Jethro said as we left through a door on the other side of the barn, and looked out over a field of cows and calves.
“Well now,” Granny said as she looked at a barn across the yard, “That one brings back a few memories.”
“Why,” Dad said as he looked over, and then said “Oh yeah - it was that barn, wasn’t it? The one you and Lucinda were left in by Granddad.” We all looked over at the barn, stacked high with hay, and then at Granny, who was smiling quietly.
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