Emily Carr As I Knew Her by Carol Pearson

Author:Carol Pearson
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-77151-175-9
Publisher: Touchwood Editions
Published: 2016-05-23T16:00:00+00:00

FALLING STARS

WE wish on falling stars as we do with wishbones, I think, whether we believe in such things or not, in the same natural way that we wish those we meet on Christmas Day a Merry Christmas.

When, as a child, I scanned the heavens at night, I remember watching for falling stars and wishing, when they did fall, that they would not have to die.

Miss Carr and I would watch for them, as we sat beside the big studio window on the long winter evenings moulding the clay, making rugs, or crocheting and enjoying the Northern Lights. The stars, it seemed, would grow jealous of our lack of interest, and one would suddenly shoot across the sky, and certainly, for a minute at least, it was the centre of all our attention. We used to wish for silly things, and to make it more fun we wished aloud, trying always to out-do each other.

Miss Carr would often snuggle her little dog up under her chin, as she chuckled, “It is a good thing her wishes do not come true, my little Ginger Pop, because if they did, there would be no room for us. If wishes were horses, you know!” Her companion’s interests were always uppermost in her mind, whether she was serious or joking; it was never too much trouble for her to include in the most casual conversation things which she knew were important to her guest. It was a natural, wonderful gift.

Sometimes she would wish, just casually, that she was not so stout. “It is not that I overeat,” she said, “I guess I just eat too well.” And she would sigh, and smile, and a story was almost always sure to follow.

When she told a story of her childhood she referred to herself as Small, and it was as if the actual child was talking. One story which she used to tell me, and which does not appear in her books, I am sure you will like.

One day, in her Father’s store, she had been given a bag of English sweets, by a salesman. Each was wrapped separately, with a little motto neatly printed. She saved them till she got home, to show her Mother. Later in the day, her Mother asked Small if she had shared her nice candies with her sisters. Imagine the Mother’s surprise when Small answered, “No, Mother, but I saved them all the mottoes; they like reading, you know.” When Miss Carr was telling this story she would chuckle, “Fat! Well, maybe I am.”

One very hot day she had to go a long way up the Gorge on business. As we were busy at the time with some clay orders, it was agreed that she would go on by street car, which ran every half hour. At a set time I should meet her, to carry home the parcels she would have. She dressed in her best, in spite of the heat. Little Woo loved Miss Carr’s new hat. She

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