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Writer In (What?) Residence

While searching out historic writer homes to satisfy my Pinterest addiction, I noticed some houses had a name. They did not need to be an estate, nor in England or France. Many were in America.

We’re used to fictive estate names, right? They conjure up powerful images: Tara, the Georgian plantation in Gone With the Wind, Mr. Darcy’s Pemberley in Pride and Prejudice, the shadow-filled Manderley of Rebecca, or the more recent Downton Abbey featured in the popular PBS mini-series.

Melville's Arrowhead

Herman Melville’s Home – Arrowhead

Still, I was surprised to learn that Herman Melville’s home in Pittsfield, Massachusetts, where he created Moby Dick, was called Arrowhead. His sweeping view of grasses rippling in the breeze gave him a sense of the sea’s swells. In the distance, Melville pondered a scarred, massive mountain – Mt. Greylock – the archetype of the great, white whale. A house like that surely deserves a name of its own, even if it’s just a farmhouse. With the curious name of Arrowhead.

The Evergreens

The Evergreens

What about Emily Dickinson’s Amherst home – The Evergreens? Is there a name (or house) more charming? Or Beatrix Potter’s Hill Top – which looks out grandly from its hilltop perch onto the tangled gardens below? Charles Dickens’ Gad’s Hill House or Agatha Christie’s stunning Greenway?

Greenway

Agatha Christie’s Home – Greenway

I looked to my own community where no private abode appears to have a name. My modest ranch-style residence, while cute & cozy, is no Ponderosa. Or South Fork. There is no hill-top situation or Doric-columned façade. We are talking humble house here. Yet, as an author, my inner-Agatha longed to give my little dwelling a name, too. But what?

Obviously, some have considered the grounds for a clue. Though with my notion of lawn care, beige is the new green. Short grass on life-support is my goal. A goal I have met. So probably not The Evergreens II.

The Ever-beige? Nevergreens? Greenless?

I know! Little House on the Prairie. Uh, no. Fitting, but not very original.

I do have some amazing roses that survive in spite of little attention. Let’s see…Gnarly Rose Ranch?

This isn’t as easy as I thought. Maybe I better go water the lawn so I have more options.

The House With No Name

The House With No Name

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Gone With the…Downton Abbey?

When I watched a particular poignant scene from the second season of Downton Abbey this week, it felt familiar. Do you remember…?

Matthew, about to board his train back to war, is surprised to see Mary in the distance. She is up and about early, before the family usually arises, anxious to give him her good luck toy from childhood before he goes. Mary hopes it will protect him. Her only request is that Matthew bring it back home, back to her.

He says that even if he doesn’t come back, Mary has made him a happy man, restoring their friendship. He looks as if he wants to tell her more and she seems expectant. Perhaps she is hoping for a declaration of love?

Instead, Matthew asks if she’ll take care of his mother, should anything happen to him in the war. And his fiancé. Will she look after Lavina, too?

Mary replies, “Of course” and leans forward, giving Matthew a tender, goodbye kiss on the cheek as befits a lady.

Touching. I felt as if I’d seen it before. But where? The question nagged at me. Today I realized that the Matthew/Mary parting was very similar to another famous goodbye scene between Ashley Wilkes and Scarlett O’Hara in Gone With the Wind. Consider:

Scarlet waits alone at the bottom of the staircase for Ashley to descend. She hopes to have a few private minutes with him before he goes back to war. When he finally comes down, Scarlet tells him she has a parting gift.

She unwraps the package containing a yellow, fringed sash and gives it to him. It is made with Scarlet’s own hands. She ties it about him in a love knot. As she drinks in the last moments with Ashley, he asks her to promise him something.

If anything should happen to him, will she take care of Melanie, his fragile wife and Scarlet’s perceived enemy?

Scarlet reluctantly promises and asks Ashley to kiss her goodbye. She pulls him into an unseemly embrace. She is no lady.

Hmmm. There is a definite similarity here. Wondering if anyone else had seen the same, I checked the Internet for articles or blogs about connections between Downton Abbey and Gone With the Wind. There were many. And they were published during the first season.

So much for my literary insight.

Though I didn’t see anything that noted the scenes I mentioned above, there were several thoughtful comparisons between the two works:

• Both had a cast of three sisters – the eldest the most beautiful and callous (Mary & Scarlett), the middle girls (Edith & Suellen) the least attractive and overshadowed by their older siblings , while the youngest daughters were both idealistic and wanted to make the world a better place (Sybil & Carreen).

• Both eldest daughters were unable to marry the man of their choice – though the jury is still out for Mary & Matthew.

• Both had American mothers and fathers from a foreign country – Irish Gerald O’Hara and English Robert Crowley.

• Both sagas dwelt on the importance of family property and both fathers poured their souls into the land.

• Both stories were set against a backdrop of impending war.

There are other parallels noted online by various astute critiquers, but you get the idea. Still, knowing all this does not lesson my ardor for Downton Abbey in the least. I’ve already scheduled time for Masterpiece viewing this the coming Sunday evening. The answering machine will be poised and ready to take messages. My eye-glasses will be cleaned and tea will be at-the-ready.

Perhaps the lesson here is this: if you are going to engage in fictional-thievery, then for goodness sakes, steal from the best!

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