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Part 6
As we pulled in, the estate representative stood in the doorway of Number One, The Towers - watching, waiting. Smiling! We introduced ourselves, and he asked, "But where are the children? I understand you have two.."
"Oh, yes! They are in the American school at the base until we find a house, and then they will attend your local primary."
"Well, let's get started then, shall we?" He took us for a tour of the house, which I adored. Among my papers, there is a postcard describing the house to my mother:
"By Friday we had found our 'house of dreams', mother! A large 4 bedroom home in a quaint village with tons of charm. The house has a heated pool! And a little tea house near the pool to sip while watching kids. It has a charming music room, laundry room, 3 bath rooms and more. We're to be in on Friday next week. So when can you visit?! Oh, and there is an old English church outside our back fence and a 'churchyard'. That means graveyard over here. The house has a nice front and back yard, with roses! The children will be in the village school which is Church of England, and we are looking forward to that. Pray for an easy transition for them.."
It was this 'transition' that seemed vague and in the murky realms of the Unknown. As we moved in, the children pondered their new future. Would they like their teachers? Would the other students like them? And what about Miss Lunn? They had never had anything like a Headmistress before. Heavens. Whatever next?
A giant question mark hung over them like in a comic strip. I could easily see it on their faces as they stood in their new school uniforms. They were so sweet. 1st and 4th graders, with all of the hopes and fears we ourselves had at that age.
"Pray for an easy transition for them..."
For the first time, I was hit with some doubt. It was one thing for us to transition into a culture we were familiar with and ecstatic about; another thing altogether for them to fold into a system so different from the more 'feel good' type back home.
I prayed. I thought of goodness and mercy following us up the unfamiliar hill to the school, in through the front door, on to their classrooms. I knew the promise well, and counted on it.
I would always count on it.
See you along the way!
the SconeLady
As we pulled in, the estate representative stood in the doorway of Number One, The Towers - watching, waiting. Smiling! We introduced ourselves, and he asked, "But where are the children? I understand you have two.."
"Oh, yes! They are in the American school at the base until we find a house, and then they will attend your local primary."
"Well, let's get started then, shall we?" He took us for a tour of the house, which I adored. Among my papers, there is a postcard describing the house to my mother:
"By Friday we had found our 'house of dreams', mother! A large 4 bedroom home in a quaint village with tons of charm. The house has a heated pool! And a little tea house near the pool to sip while watching kids. It has a charming music room, laundry room, 3 bath rooms and more. We're to be in on Friday next week. So when can you visit?! Oh, and there is an old English church outside our back fence and a 'churchyard'. That means graveyard over here. The house has a nice front and back yard, with roses! The children will be in the village school which is Church of England, and we are looking forward to that. Pray for an easy transition for them.."
It was this 'transition' that seemed vague and in the murky realms of the Unknown. As we moved in, the children pondered their new future. Would they like their teachers? Would the other students like them? And what about Miss Lunn? They had never had anything like a Headmistress before. Heavens. Whatever next?
A giant question mark hung over them like in a comic strip. I could easily see it on their faces as they stood in their new school uniforms. They were so sweet. 1st and 4th graders, with all of the hopes and fears we ourselves had at that age.
"Pray for an easy transition for them..."
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I prayed. I thought of goodness and mercy following us up the unfamiliar hill to the school, in through the front door, on to their classrooms. I knew the promise well, and counted on it.
I would always count on it.
See you along the way!
the SconeLady
"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life..."
23rd Psalm
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