The church across from me was a magnificent building. It was set in its own grounds and I was told that it dated back to medieval times.
It was Sunday and I thought I would be in time for the service, but as I got there people were leaving and thanking the clergyman for a lovely service. I passed lots and people and when inside I looked up. Above me and around the ceiling were hundreds of Angels looking down on me.
The clergyman came back in and saw me wandering around. He was very kind and told me that to take my time and that also there was side room that I may like to see. Inside the room were lots of photos and stories on the walls and they also kept a journal of events.
When I had finished looking at and reading all the plaques along the walls and also admiring the stain glass windows I headed into the side room.
It did indeed have many photos and stories on the wall. I looked closely and hoped that I would see Henry’s family, but they were not here. There was a small table and over the top of it was a red velvet tablecloth. On top was a church journal. It had been numbered and so I assumed that there must be many more of them. As I opened it it was like a daily diary. Each day, the date was added and then there was a passage written to describe the events of the day. I had read through many of them and then one caught my eye that mentioned Edith.
May 21st “Annual Picnic To Bradgate Park”
A trip had been organised by the church for everyone to go by horse and cart. All parties would bring their own refreshments. It would be a day for everyone to enjoy themselves and games had also been planned.
As I read along, I saw that a young girl had been injured. In all the excitement she had tripped and fallen and had very bad cuts to her knees and legs. A decision had been made that due to this she would not be able to go. Edith immediately volunteered to take her but lots of people said no and that she would miss out. As everyone was talking the little girl held Edith’s hand and looked into her eyes. Edith told her not to worry and that she would take care of her and everyone else was in agreement.
Then it stated that Edith had taken her to the hospital and after being checked over she was found to be fine. Her cuts were cleaned and bandaged and as they had missed the trip Edith took her to a nearby park. Once they got there they played, sang songs and had a few sandwiches which Edith had brought with her. When it was time to go Edith took her back to the home where she was staying. The young girl was from the orphanage and was invited by the church. The ladies in the home thanked Edith for looking after her and the young girl also said thank you.
I closed the book and returned to the main church. I saw the clergyman again.
“I found the journals very interesting.”
“Yes they are, it was agreed that it would be nice for everyone to record things daily.” “It was also suggested that future generations and visitors to the church would like to read them.”
“I came across one that mentioned a lady called Edith, she is my friend Henry Mortimer’s closet friend. It was the annual trip to Bradgate Park and a young girl fell and hurt herself.”
“Yes I remember it I was here that day, Edith is a very generous girl, too generous sometimes.” “I wish that she would live a little sometimes.”
“Have You met Edith?
“No, not as yet, but I have heard so much about her and do hope that one day fate may bring us together.”
“Do you believe in fate.”
“Yes, I do very much, throughout my life I have had many things happen that I cannot explain, but all I can say is that they were meant to be.”
“It is an interesting theory.”
“I do hope to come to one of your services, I was a little late this morning.”
“Anytime, do come across and even if there is not a service, I am nearly always here if you ever need a friend or someone to talk to.”
“That is very kind of you.”
I had learned and read so much about Edith now. Firstly from Henry and now in the Church. The more I discovered about her the more I became fond of her even though I had not seen her yet. In my heart, I hoped that this was one of those occasions were fate would step in so that we would eventually meet.