#stories from a little rural town in poland

[wis-art]

When I was a kid (maybe like 6-12) i was very often """misgendered""" as a girl by doctors, cashiers and general adults. Once we had a picture day at school and had photo of me sent back with girly border cause photographers thought of me as a girl lol

I guess all the signs were there I just didn't know what transgender is cause nobody told me

#my parents let me wear long hair because i just liked it that way #i had short hair for maybe like total of 3-4 years in my life #very unpleasant #always enjoyed hanging out with girls #i had this huge crush on this girl who always hanged out with all the boys #we would ride bikes together and skate #we went on like those little four wheeler bikes together a few times #fhdhd i mean nothing ever came from it we just were friends #i heard from my mytual friends that she's lesbian now #makes so much sense honestly #stories from a little rural town in poland #honestly i miss my childhood friends #some of them know im trans and theyre like wow... #so cool... #also i secretely very enjoyed the girl border on my picture #but my classmates were like looooool look at this loser #so i tried to play it tough #hehe

[thebuckblogimo]

A variety of subcultures, some cowboy music and being the same but different.

April 8, 2022

We became friendly this year with a kindly couple down the street in our Fort Myers trailer park--fourth-generation cotton farmers from southeast Missouri. Interesting folks, Scott and Margie. He performed in a cowboy band for 20 years. She gave birth to not one but two sets of twins.

The word "kindly" doesn't do them justice. Patient, peaceable and deeply religious without being proselytizing, the more I got to know them the more I found myself studying "their way" for insights into how to better handle conflict and life's little frustrations.

Scott brought his guitar to our daily "cocktail hour" one evening (he and his wife don't drink, while I and my friends probably drink too much), and we had so much fun singing along together that it led to a series of six or seven mini concerts over the course of our stay here.

Scott sings tenor, really well. He can "figure out" almost any tune on his guitar. And with my meager ability to harmonize and recollection of some "old country" tunes, I think we were a creditable duet. We printed song sheets so others could join in. And I'll never forget how touched everyone seemed to feel when we sang "Greenfields," the 1960 folk classic by the Brothers Four, for one of our closest friends who had been down here with us but is now back in Michigan doing battle with cancer.

The day before Scott and Margie left to return to their Missouri farm, they hosted a sing-a-long at their trailer for 14 or 15 friends. We were all surprised that night by the voice of a French-Canadian neighbor who so beautifully sang "La Vie En Rose," the post World War II standard written and popularized by French singer Edith Piaf. It sent everyone home with a warm feeling inside.

Later that night, as I got comfortable in bed, I began to think about how different the various backgrounds were of each couple at the party. Scott and Margie, as I said, are cotton farmers from Missouri. Scott's sister and husband, a minister for three churches, are rural folks, too. My in-laws are small town, coal country types from the foothills of the Appalachians. The French-Canadian couple, who love to tell stories about hunting moose in northern Canada, hail from Quebec. Also in attendance were a suburban couple from the St. Louis area, as well as a teacher from Vermont. And, of course, there was Debbie and I, perceived to be streetwise city folks, by our rural friends.

As I lay in bed I marveled at how well everyone, despite coming from different subcultures, got along so well at the party. True, there was no discussion of politics to muck up the evening. And I may have been the only one interested in March Madness. So no sports talk, either. Just the simple act of sharing some live, homespun music, along with food and drink.

As I've previously said in this space, I've had this sort of experience before: sitting in a circle, singing songs with Scotch people in the basement of Detroit bungalow; partying with long lost relatives as an accordion player played at their modest country home in Poland; and belting out tunes together with black friends around the piano in a Toledo living room. I can tell you that it's a beautiful thing, about as good as it gets, in my opinion.

Perhaps that's because, as the renowned philosopher Gus Portokalos said in the wedding scene near the end of the movie, "My Big Fat Greek Wedding," "We all different, but in the end, we all fruit."

[orangeshipper]

A Downton Holiday

First of all- wow I can’t believe I was so lucky to get you as secret santa. You wrote some of the very first fic that I read in the fandom YEARS ago and I’ve always admired you as a writer. So truly, this is a give that you genuinely deserve for all the wonderful stories (and fantastic smut) that you’ve imparted on this fandom over the last few years. 

Second- I’m SO glad you love The Holiday, because I’ve been dying to write a “The Holiday AU” for ages now and I was so happy to finally have the occasion to write it.

I hope you enjoy!! I might repost it on my page as well so I can attach a banner with it (for some reason you can’t submit images and text together in the submit area), but I’ll do that after you get a chance to read and enjoy. Until then- hope you are having the loveliest Christmas!

XO Megan (AndThenWeDance)

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A Downton Holiday

Word Count: 12917

Rated: T

A Mary/Matthew Fic

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If this was a film directed by Matthew Crawley, two time Oscar nominee and one time Golden Globe winner, it would definitely start with a sweeping shot over a exquisite manor house in Yorkshire on a misty morning, with a few windows lit. The next shot would be of a bright Los Angeles mansion, with a pristine pool and a tiled roof. Elaborate real estate and transatlanticism were trademarks of his films. It would be accompanied, as always, by emotional soundtrack masterpiece made by his usual partner in filmmaking, Tom Branson.

This would create a nice transition to the composer in question who’d be seen in a studio hunched over a stack of sheet music, busily scratching away. He’d frown, crumple up the paper and chuck it into the rubbish bin, before taking out another paper and beginning anew. Through the window of the studio, one could see the waves of the ocean washing against the shore.

The next shot would show one young woman, her dark hair in a neat braid down her back, fixing a bouquet of flowers. She’d smile at the bouquet, then place it in the window of a small flower shop. The shot would zoom out to show the façade of the flower shop on a winding street of tiny English village. “Violet’s Village Booms” would be written over the door in swirling letters against a purple storefront. The sign at the door would be flipped to read “open” and a new day would begin.

Following this, would be a shot of the young filmmaker waking is his sumptuous, cushy white bed as his electric curtains rise from the window, letting the faint light of early dawn in. The man would turn, frown at the empty space beside him in bed, sigh, and then get out of bed to start the day. The camera would focus on the details of him running his hands through his golden hair, that caught the morning light. Then focus again on the mesmerizing blue of his eyes.

Then the final shot of the opening montage would feature another raven-haired woman, clearly the older sister of the florist, sitting in armchair by the window of what must be the elegant house featured earlier in the montage. The woman sips tea from a delicate teacup while reading over a used book in her hands, a gentle grin on her face as she flips the withered page. A blanket is tucked over her knees and in the window behind her, snow is just beginning to fall.

With the main players of the story introduced, the soundtrack fades out as the leading lady’s phone rings and the story begins.

–

“Hello? Ms. Crawley. It’s Daisy,” A voice on the phone piped up.

Mary tugged on the tartan blanket that was covering her. A phone call from Daisy on a weekday morning could only mean one thing- something had gone wrong at the shop.

Ten years ago, at only twenty years old, with the diploma still in her hand, Mary Crawley founded Downton Books Publishing. The idea for the company began when her grandmother Violet died. Violet had had two loves: flowers and books. Whereas Sybil had inherited her love for flowers, Mary had been bestowed her love for literature. At their grandmother’s passing, Mary had inherited her grandmother’s entire book collection. The old shelves of the abbey library contained so many of her favorite stories, most of them dating back to the turn of the century. Stories of aristocratic young ladies deciding to wed lower class boys with now prospects because of love. Stories of girls who run away to new countries to become governesses and create spectacular new lives for themselves. Stories that were more adult fairytales than real life stories. But well, life was hard and Mary thought that adults needed more fairy tales.

Which is what had prompted her idea for a business. It started as an online thing. She worked with old college friend Anna Smith who designed a series of beautiful new covers for three of Mary’s favorite old books. With rights secured, they republished three of the books with beautiful new covers and new life. With a bit of keen social media marketing, the business started to take off and they re-published five beautiful old stories their second year. In the third, Mary discovered some of her grandmother’s old journals and decided to put together some excerpts of those into a book. It was an instant hit. It was from there that the business really took off. Mary and Anna ended up opening a shop in York, close enough to Mary’s old inherited house in rural Yorkshire and not horribly far from where Anna lived in Leeds.

Mary spent most her time pouring over old books, trying to decide which new treasures to publish. This was a truly privileged career to have because it ideally meant she could spent most her time at home curled up in an arm chair with tea and an old book. In actuality, it meant more time for her to spend chasing after her four-year-old son. However, early mornings and late nights were her privileged reading time. People now sent books to her from around the country requesting publication. Her grandmother’s library remained her favorite place to find her new publications. Old Grandmother Violet, rest her soul, had immaculate taste in literature.

“What’s up, Daisy?” Mary asked.

“The store is completely packed,” the young shop clerk explained.

“Seriously?” Mary asked.

While her store did well as sort of a women’s literature cult sensation, it wasn’t particularly the kind of place that gets packed.

“Apparently, The Sunday Times wrote it up on an article about visiting York for Christmas markets. They said Downton Books was a must stop for anyone looking for a good ‘hot water bottle book’ for the holiday season,” Daisy said.

“Did they really say that?” Mary gasped, smiling. She could hardly believe such a good write up.

“Yes and it’s more than I can manage myself,” Daisy complained. “Can you come to town immediately?”

Bless her soul. While Daisy was a competent clerk and thoughtful literary critic, she could be easily overwhelmed.

“Yes, of course,” Mary promised. “I’ll even call Anna and have her come up as well.”

“Thanks so much,” Daisy sighed.

“I’ll have to bring George,” Mary added.

“It’s no problem.”

It was fifteen minutes later when Mary was dressed in a professional looking short black dress, tights, ankle boots, and a wooly holiday jumper. She’d had the unfortunate task of having of wake up her son, dress him, and take him out of the house early. For a small child, he was distinctly that wasn’t his favorite thing. She threw on her Longchamps purse and grabbed her car keys. She dashed out the door of the old abbey and made for her car.

After putting George in his car seat, she began scraping the snow off her car. She looked up at what the family affectionally referred to as “the old pile.” It had been in the family for years. Somewhere down the line, the Crawley’s had been a prominent family. They were still wealthy today, better off than most, but certainly not inordinately rich as they had once been. Mary’s parents lived in a humble apartment in London. Her sister resided in a quaint cottage on the abbey’s grounds. Mary was the only one who chose to reside in the old abbey still. Well, her and George. To Mary, it felt like being a character in one of her books. An elegant lady living in an old estate.

The only thing she was missing was a love story.

She thought of years before: a diplomat who loved literature, who gave her a ring just before getting on a plane to Poland, and then never returned. Not because he’d passed away, but because he’d found another woman- a younger blond who was more worth his time and affection. Grief, mourning- they were all emotions she promised years before. She was just grateful for George, her beautiful, tiny son that made the whole haunting ordeal worth it.

“Mummy,” He asked. “We go to York?”

“Yes, love,” She told him.

“We get cake?” He asked.

She smiled. Her little boy had her sweet tooth.

“Maybe after. I’ve got to go to work.”

“Okay Mum,” George said.

It was a busy day at Downton Books. Mary, Anna, and Daisy were occupied gift wrapping books, giving recommendations, and selling stacks of books. Mary smiled at each copy of her Grandmother’s journal she sold, happy to see people were still reading her zestful musings. She had never seen the store so alive, full of faces made rosy from the cold, the front window fogged up, and bits of evergreen peeking out from shelves. George stumbled around the building, playing with Daisy’s cat and drawing all over a copy of a book. It was a worthy sacrifice for the success of the day.

Afterwards, she treated Daisy, Anna, and George to cake and tea at a nearby café.

“We’ll have to get some extra help in for the Christmas season,” Mary said, spooning George a bit of chocolate cake. “I’ll put up a posting and see if we can find another clerk before next weekend. I’m sure we can find a literature student home from Oxford for the holiday or something.”

“Certainly,” Anna agreed. “Oh Mary, this new business is terribly exciting.”

“And the online orders have been insane,” Daisy remarked.

Mary pressed her lips together, practicing the particular English art of trying not to look too pleased with herself.

“That’s always a good thing,” She agreed. “I should head home though. George needs some real dinner and I think I deserve a glass of wine by the fire after a long day. We all do.”

The women bid their goodbyes, before heading to their cars. George fell asleep on the drive back, snow falling around the car, and Christmas music playing softly on the radio. Mary herself felt ready for a nap when she arrived home. She had never been more relieved in her life when she saw Sybil’s car parked in front of the abbey.

Something smelled delicious, Mary noted, as she walked into the old manor. George tottled sleepily over to the couch in the salon where some of his teddys were sitting, launching into some sort of game with them. Mary followed the smell into the kitchen where her sister was lingering over the stove.

“Sybil, darling, what a lovely surprise,” Mary remarked, crossing the room to give her sister a kiss on the cheek.

“Anna texted me,” Sybil admitted. “She told me I simply must come over and cook you dinner after your long day. I had a long day too, so I figured I could use some sister bonding.”

“Oh no,” Mary asked. “What happened?”

“Auntie Sybil,” George exclaimed loudly, running into the kitchen, his socks causing him to slide across the tile. Sybil caught him her arms, laughing.

“Play with me! Play with me!” He declared.

“I’ll keep cooking,” Mary told her sister. “You go play!”

“If you insist,” Sybil said with a cheeky smile, passing Mary a spatula.

Mary finished cooking the dinner, a vegetable curry that was one of Sybil’s specialties. She pulled out a few plates and dished it out. For George, she gave him just a plate of plain rice with some veggies picked out on the side. His palette wasn’t quite ready for curry and to be honest, she would be lucky if he ate some of the vegetables.

Tonight, he surprisingly did. Mostly because Sybil was feeding him. George adored his Auntie Sybil. Whereas Mary sometimes struggled parenting her son, he always listened to his lovely, young aunt.

“I’ll wash the dishes, if you tuck him in?” Mary offered.

“Come on George, off to bed,” Sybil cooed.

“Will you read me a story, Auntie?” Asked George.

Mary rolled her eyes as she watched her son trot off to bed. If only she could get him to be so excited to go to bed without Sybil here.

When she finished washing and drying the dishes, Mary poured two large glasses of red wine and took them to the salon, where Sybil was just arriving from putting George down.

The two girls settled on the couch.

“So you want to tell me why you’re so down?” Mary asked.

Sybil had mentioned it earlier and Mary knew that her sister hadn’t just popped over for dinner. She always wanted a good life talk.

The younger woman sighed. “You remember that accountant who works next door to the flower shop?”

Mary nodded, remembering the man that her sister had been crushing on for years. Personally, Mary didn’t think he was attractive or interesting, but she wouldn’t tell her sister that.

“Well today he came in and asked to buy some flowers. I was so excited, totally flirting and everything,” Sybil began. “I asked if the flowers were for his mum. That’s who they are usually for. But instead, he said they were for his fiancé.”

“Oh Sybil,” Mary sighed.

Her sister took a large gulp of wine.

“I feel so stupid,” Sybil said. “I mean, I never really made any moves. I just crushed hopelessly and painfully. I deserve it.”

“No, what you deserve is someone better, not a dry accountant with buggy eyes,” Mary told her sister seriously.

“If only, right?” Sybil said. “This is miserable. There aren’t many eligible bachelors in a small village in Yorkshire.”

That was exactly why Mary liked it. Her heart could hardly be broken if she was far away from any men.

“Have you thought about getting out for a bit?” Mary suggested.

“What like take a holiday someplace?” Sybil said.

“Sure, why not,” Mary said. “It’s been ages since you’ve taken a proper holiday, ages since you’ve left Yorkshire really.”

“That’s not true,” Sybil said. “I went to London for mummy and daddy’s anniversary last November.”

“Exactly,” Mary said, “You haven’t left the village since last November.”

“It’s the flower shop,” Sybil explained. “I can’t leave it for long, you know? Especially now at the holiday season. It will be packed with orders for poinsettias for Christmas.”

Whereas Mary had Daisy and Anna to help her with Downton Book, Sybil ran Violet’s Village Blooms all on her own. If she left the shop, even for a bit of time, it’s future was in jeopardy.

“Hmmm that is a predicament,” Mary said, wondering what could be done to help her sister.

She took a sip of wine, mulling it around in her mind.

“I have it!” Mary exclaimed. “What about a swap?”

“A what?” Sybil asked.

“A house swap,” Mary told her. “I was reading about a guy who does this house swap thing in Scotland. He’s got a bookshop and whenever he wants a holiday, he swaps houses with someone. The person who stays in his house gets to run his bookshop for a few days. It’s kind of a novelty thing and it books up straight away.”

“Oh Mary, I don’t think I could trust the business to a stranger,” Sybil sighed.

“I’ll be here,” Mary told her. “I can help if anything goes wrong.”

“But you’ve got enough to do with your business booming and holiday season,” Sybil told her.

“I’ve got enough time to help you,” Mary said. “I’m honest. You need a break. Take a holiday.”

Sybil rolled her eyes, chugged the last of her wine, and put down her glass.

“Fine, I’m in,” She agreed.

“Excellent!” Mary said. “Let me get my laptop. Let’s find the village a new florist.”

–

Matthew Crawley really needed to stop dating actresses. Particularly mean actresses. Particularly ones that were going to break his heart.

Ugh.

It had been a week since Lavinia had stormed out, chucked a shoe at his head, and slammed the door. It was weird that she was the one throwing shoes, considering she was the one who had cheated on him. The bruise on Matthew’s head had just faded, but the pain in his heart- well that wasn’t quite so mended.

He dressed and headed down the stairs, determined to make the biggest mug of coffee possible and throw himself into work for the day. He got in his car, heading for the studio and the crowded LA streets. He arrived at the soundstage just as the sun was rising, pulling into a parking spot and taking note of the usual flurry of activity.

“Good morning Mr. Crawley,” said an attendant as he got out of his car, the man passing him another mug of coffee and his notes for today.

“Good morning, William,” Matthew said.

“Filming the big love scene today I see,” William noted.

“Indeed,” Matthew said. “Big day today.”

“Good luck, not that you need it, you’re the master of love stories,” William said.

“I wish that was true,” Matthew said under his breath.

If he was actually the master of love stories, he wouldn’t be heartbroken right now. Would he?

He pushed the thought away as he made for the soundstage, looking through his notes for the day and trying to rev himself up for the big love scene.

It was an hour later when everything was finally in place to shoot the scene. It was the moment where the leading lady was finally vulnerable enough to admit her love for the leading man. The scene was going to end with a steamy love scene was just discrete enough to keep the ratings PG-13. Matthew knew it was important that this scene was perfectly acted as the whole film rested upon it.

“I’ve never said this out loud before,” The woman said, sitting on her bed in a low-cut red dress, running her hand through her hair. “But, I love you. There, I said it. I love you.”

“Cut,” Matthew announced, getting out of his seat to approach the actress. “You’ve got to be more nervous. You look like you are going to seduce him, but we aren’t there yet. This has got to be the hardest thing you’ve ever done in your life.”

“Right, okay,” The actress agreed.

“Let’s go again,” Matthew said, settling back in his head.

The scene started again. This time the actress seemed much more nervous, authentically stuttering through her words and fidgeting with her nails. Matthew was impressed. He loved this feeling of watching his vision come to life. That’s why he loved directing.

“I love you too,” The man replied, “Endlessly, thoroughly, always, forever. I love you.”

“Cut,” Matthew called again, moving from his chair to approach the actor’s again.

“I want you to try it again, but this time not as a speech,” He suggested. “I want you to sneak each line in between kisses. Her hair, her lips, each corner of her face. Make it adoring.” He turned the woman. “And you, as he does that, I want it seems like your worries are being washed away. Let’s see the relief pour out of you. Go again, shall we?”

The scene continued on like this, becoming increasingly more real and vibrant. Matthew’s heart began to soar as he watched the love scene play out, the leading man unzipping the woman’s red dress. All of sudden, he could only think of Lavinia, just two weeks ago when he unzipped her dress after a film premiere they’d attended. She’d been flirty and saucy. How could he expect to have the rug pulled out from underneath him? How was he supposed to know that she was cheating on him the whole while?

He shook his head, burying his face in his hand.

“Cut,” He said, his blood stirring.

“Are you sure?” The actor said. “I thought that was our best so far.”

“I still don’t think the scene is authentic enough.”

“What do you mean?” The actress asked.

“I mean, so what he takes your dress off. So what, you have sex. But then what? She’s probably cheating on you already,” Matthew began. The jaws of the actors started to drop. “I mean, let’s be realistic. She’s a bit too pretty for you. She’s probably dating another guy back in London. I mean, you are probably just expendable. You are probably just worthless. Love is worthless. All of this pointless and nothing is real.”

At this point, everyone in the studio stared at him, aghast. Looks of disbelief were etched into each of their faces.

“Uh, Mr. Crawley,” William pipped up. “Maybe you need a glass of water? And a break?”

Matthew sighed. This was insane. He was making a fool of himself.

“You’re right, William. I’m not in a good place right now,” He admitted. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Let’s stop for the day. I’m not in the right mindset to do this.”

“You want to stop filming for the whole day?” William asked, a bit of shock in his voice.

Matthew frowned and nodded. “Sorry, tell the cast sorry. I just can’t.”

With that, Matthew left the soundstage as quick as possible. He knew it was wasteful and selfish to end filming for the day, but he wasn’t in any state to make art. He got back in his car and turned it on. As he drove out of the lot, he used his Bluetooth to called Tom.

“What’s up, mate?” His friend asked as he picked up the phone.

“I left work early,” Matthew admitted, as he pulled onto the highway.

“Oh no, because of Lavinia?” Tom asked.

“How can I direct a love story when I’m heartbroken?” Matthew asked.

“Well, it’s your job, so you just do it anyway,” Tom’s voice tells him.

“I’m having trouble with it,” Matthew admitted.

“Sounds like you need a drink,” Tom told him.

“That’s for sure,” Matthew said.

“Meet at the pub in 40 minutes?” Tom offered.

“Sounds like a plan.”

Matthew and Tom met at The Pub eight years before. They were both young hopefuls in the film industry, both freshly arrived from UK. In their initial culture shock, the local Irish pub became a place of comfort for both of them, which led to their friendship. The friendship eventually grew into a partnership. Matthew directing, Tom composing. They started with a few short films. Then finally a few feature length films that appeared in a few festivals. By now, at 30, Matthew was now comfortable in his film career and Tom had made a career by composing the scores to his films. It was a partnership made in heaven as the two men got along so well and almost always saw eye to eye on the plans for the films.

40 minutes later, when Matthew walked into the pub, he felt the stress and sadness that had been weighing on him previously roll off him. Just knowing he would be talking to Tom made him feel better.

Tom was already at their favorite booth with two pints. Matthew slid across from, took two gigantic gulps before even looking at his friend.

“Rough day?” Tom said.

Matthew nodded, downing another gulp.

“Easy there,” Tom warned.

“I just am feeling a little burned out,” Matthew sighed.

“A little? Do you think?”

“Okay, massively burnt out. Massively heart broken.”

“When was the last time you took a break?” Tom asked.

“What do you mean break?”

“I mean a holiday? A proper holiday?” Tom repeated.

“Like a sun holiday, laying about on the beach?” Matthew scoffed, “You know I’m not fond of wasting time, not being productive. Besides, I’m in LA. I have more than enough sun.”

He took another gulp.

“Well maybe you need some time off,” Tom said. “Get over the girl, get some peace and quiet.”

Matthew scowled into his pint. He hated the very idea of vacation.

“It’s Christmastime,” Tom pointed out. “You deserve a holiday. You know, I read about an Airbnb in Scotland where you can stay in someone’s bookshop. You get to run the bookshop. I’m sure you can find some sort of workaholic vacation to take.”

Matthew didn’t answer, but Tom took out his phone and started searching.

–

“Have you had many takers for the florist holiday?” Mary asked, a few days later when Sybil stopped over for an afternoon tea.

George was playing in the snow outside and the two women were able to watch him play through the wall of glass windows in the library.

“Several actually,” Sybil replied, pulling a laptop out of her tote bag. “Want to help me decide?”

Mary smirked as George threw a snowball at himself. He wobbled on his feet, but stayed standing, giving his mum a wave through the window. She waved back.

“So there is one girl and she actually has experience in flower arranging,” Sybil remarks, “so I think she should be the one.”

“Mmm, let me see,” Mary requested, looking over at her sister’s laptop.

There was a very nice written letter from a young women with a smiling face.

“Oh she looks so lovely. Ooo, look,” Mary remarked, “here is one from an M. Crawley.”

“Is it really?” Sybil asked. “Have they a picture?”

Mary shakes her head at the application, one of the more vague ones.

“I think your best choice is the flower arranging girl,” Mary told her. “That way you know the show will truly flourish.”

“Flourish? Clever,” Sybil remarked. “I’ll offer the swap to her.”

“Where is she from?” Mary asked.

“Uh, Cornwall,” Sybil said.

“Ugh, dreadful,” Mary said. “I changed my mind. Don’t offer it her.”

“Cornwall is lovely,” Sybil said.

“You need something with sunshine,” Mary told her, pulling the laptop closer to herself. She flicked through the options. There was an older woman from Nice and that sounded much more promising. There was another from North Carolina, which might do in a pinch. Mary had been to Florida once and she thought that the Carolinas might be around there, but she wasn’t particularly sure.

Her eyes fell again on the mysterious M. Crawley with the grey little mystery face. The details of the account were vague- works in the entertainment industry, wants a peaceful holiday in country. Swap locations: Los Angeles, California.

“You’re picking M. Crawley,” Mary decided.

“You’re self-absorbed,” Sybil said, dramatically rolling her eyes.

“No, M. Crawley lives in Los Angeles,” Mary said. “You are definitely picking M. Crawley.”

“Cornwall could be nice,” Sybil murmured.

Mary clicked on M. Crawley. “Too late, deed is done! You are going to California!”

–

“Hey, what did that vineyard in Italy say?” Tom asked, as the two sat out on Matthew’s pool deck with a bottle of wine.

“What vineyard?” Matthew asked.

“The AirBnB where you got to help make wine and taste it and stay in Tuscany?” Tom said, recalling their holiday rental hunting from a few days back.

“It’s a no-go,” Matthew said, pausing for a sip of wine. “All booked till next May.”

“Yikes,” Tom remarked. “So no holiday then?”

 Matthew cracked a smile at his friend. “I’m actually going to Yorkshire.”

“Yorkshire?” Tom dead-panned, clear unenthused.

“Yes, to work at a small flower shop.”

“You? Arranging flowers?” Tom laughed.

Matthew stood up and started to pace beside the pool. “Well, I figured that Yorkshire would be the best choice. It’s a small town named Downton, not far from Ripon. There is a small cottage on the grounds of larger estate. The girl who runs it now says that it should be easy enough- most just people picking up poinsettia orders.”

“Sounds utterly boring,” Tom commented.

Matthew turned to him, “But that’s the thing right. I just need to get away from LA, from the memories of Lavinia. I just need some quiet time to be myself. And, if I’m in Yorkshire for a holiday, that means I can visit Mum in Manchester for Christmas and I know that will mean everything to her.”

“I suppose it’s your choice,” Tom lamented. “When do you leave?”

Matthew grabbed his wine glass and took a sip, before spinning the glass in his hands. “Tomorrow.”

“Brilliant,” Tom said.

“Just take care of Sybil, will you?” Matthew said.

“Who is Sybil?”

“The girl who is staying here. The one doing the swap. Maybe you could show her around or something?”

Tom gave Matthew a cheeky grin, “I mean I suppose I could.”

–

Mary couldn’t remember the last time she was so alone in Downton. She was always surrounded by George and Sybil, that she wasn’t quiet used to the solitude of her abode. But Sybil was off to America to spend two weeks in the LA sunshine and she had dropped George off in London on her way out of town. George would be spending a few days with his grand-parents Christmas shopping in London. So, for the first time in quite a while, Mary was alone.

She had spent the day in Yorkshire working at Downton Books. It was easy to stay distracted with the store packed for Christmas. Mary had hired another clerk named Ivy to help out for the holiday rush, but it seemed as if she and Daisy didn’t get along particularly well. She had spent most of the afternoon sending the girls off in different directions to attend to costumers so that they wouldn’t have to interact with each other.

Now Mary was home in her quiet abbey with a stack of books to sift through and see which would be the next “Downton Book” to be published. A third of the way into a new book, she received a text from Mabel Fox. Mabel was an old childhood friend, who spent most of her time in America working in the fashion industry these days. Back in Secondary School, Mary had sort of accidentally stolen a boyfriend from her (long story) and they had spent two years not speaking to each other. Luckily, they eventually got over their differences after a few years of uni. Now, they always met up for a pint or two when Mabel was back in the village for Christmas.

Hey u hoe! Let’s get drinks! Xo Mabel

It was this text that led Mary to Grantham Arms, the local pub. Mary was normally the kind of woman who enjoyed a nice glass of wine or maybe some whisky on a cold night. But with Mabel, things always tended to get out of hand.

Mary couldn’t remember the last time she had had a shot. And now she was pretty sure she’d had at least 4. Besides, George wasn’t home. She didn’t have to be a mum for just a moment.

“I’m going to call you an Uber,” Mabel babbled, throwing an arm around Mary. “I’m going to call you an Uber and you are going to go home and sleeeeep.”

Mary rolled her eyes and pushed Mabel’s arm off her shoulder. “I’m fine, truly Mabel, I’m quite fine. I can walk home.”

“No, no, I’m getting an Uber for you,” Mabel announced.

She pulled out her phone and jabbed some buttons. Mary felt herself sway a bit and held on to the bar for support.

“Oh no!” Mabel whined, “There aren’t any Ubers in fricken Downton, England.”

Mary laughed, “Looks like I’m walking home!”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ll be fine,” Mary said, taking an uneasy step towards the door. “I bet the cold air will sober me up.”

Mabel put a kiss on her cheek, “We’ll have to do this again before I leave!”

Mary wanted to protest that she was likely to never to get another opportunity and that she was far too old for this party life anyway. But she nodded and said, “Of course, darling. Text me, won’t you?”

With that, Mary stumbled into the winter air. She loved the walk from town back to her estate. It was a twenty-minute stroll, which was a lot of time to spend in the cold, but it looked magical with each tree dusted in snow. She pulled her coat close around her and closed her eyes, feeling the flakes brush her face. Merry Christmas me, she thought dreamily, the alcohol still tingling in her veins.

As the turned into the drive to the estate, she realized that she really needed to pee. There was still another ten minutes till she reached the old abbey and that seemed like torture.

In the distance, she noticed the lights in Sybil’s cottage on. Brilliant! Brilliant, brilliant Sybil!

Mary bounded through the snowy hills, snow dampening her boots and socks and the hem of jeans, as she made for her sister’s cottage. She skidded to a halt at the door, puffing a bit for air and still quite dizzy. She rapped on the door.

“Sybil! Si-BELLE!” Mary sing-songed. “Open the fricken door door door!”

She giggled to herself. She was never the kind of person who sang. God, she really was totally wasted. So much for the colder sobering her up, she was seemingly more intoxicated than before.

The door to the cottage opened and Mary was very surprised to find herself face to face with one of the most attractive men she’d ever seen. He had golden blond hair, bright blue eyes, and an attractive smattering of stubble over his jaw.

Wow. What did she even say to him?

“You’re not Sybil,” Was all she could come up with.

“Afraid I’m not,” The man said. “I’m, uh, Matthew.”

“Oh God! Right!” Mary gasped in a sudden moment of realization. “M. Crawley! You’re M. Crawley. I’m also M. Crawley. Sybil’s gone. God. I’m so stupid.”

“It’s quite alright,” Matthew said, “Would you like to come in and warm up for a moment?”

“Yes, and use your loo if that’s quite alright?” Mary said, shuffling through the door. “Well, Sybil’s loo. Sorry I’m so pissed. I really never get this drunk. You’re really lovely looking. I don’t mean to push in, honestly I don’t, but can I use the loo?”

The attractive man chuckled and gestured towards the toilet, “It’s all yours.”

Mary rushed in to relieve herself. As she washed her hands after, she took herself in. She was dressed in a pair of dark jeans that framed her legs alright and didn’t make her look like a mum. And a cozy tan jumper that didn’t really make her look that lumpy. Her hair was neat in loose waves, in her somewhat outgrown Princess Kate lob that she had cut a few months ago. Her eyes held the tell-tale glassiness that was a clear sign she was drunk off her arse.

She emerged from the bathroom and back into Sybil’s living room.

“Sorry for interrupting whatever you were doing,” Mary said.

“It’s no bother,” Matthew replied, giving her a shy grin. He nodded at the fireplace where a glass of wine and a book sat. “I’m just reading a book and having a night in.”

Mary wandered over to the book and twirled it in her hands, smiling at the familiar cover, “Oh nice choice.”

“I found it on the shelf,” Matthew admitted.

Mary smiled, “I figured as much. I published this and gave Sybil the first copy.”

Matthew gave a second glance, “Did you really?”

“I know it’s surprising when you meet me and I’m totally sloshed,” Mary said. “But, believe it or not, I am in fact a mildly successful publisher.”

Mary wobbled as she put the book down.

“Would you like to sit?” Matthew asked. “I’m afraid you might fall over.”

She nodded and plopped on the couch. “Thanks for that M. Crawley.”

“No problem,” He said. “Do you have a name?”

“Oh my god! I’m so so sorry,” Mary rambled. “I can’t believe I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Sybil’s sister. Mary. I live in the old abbey up the road.”

“Oh, you’re Mary,” Matthew said. “I got a note saying that if I needed any help with anything her or at the flower shop to just ask Mary.”

“Well, do you need any help?” Mary asked, propping her chin up with a hand.

Matthew smiled, “No, I think I’m fine so far. But would you maybe like some water or toast? To sober up a bit before you’re walk up to your house?”

“Am I that bad?” Mary asked.

“I mean you were just singing outside the cottage,” Matthew pointed out.

“Oh god. I was, wasn’t I?” Mary said, shaking her head. “Yes, please then.”

Matthew walked out of the room and into the kitchen. Mary found a blanket on the couch and pulled it around her, trying to warm up from the walk. She picked up the book again, trying to see what part he was at. Ooo, a very good part indeed. The meet cute where the main couple meets for the first time in an endearing, abet embarrassing way. She snuggled down and started read, her eyes fluttering immediately.

–

When Matthew arrived back in the living room, Mary was sound asleep on the couch, the book half covering her face. He chuckled softly to himself and removed it from her face. She had a very beautiful face, he thought, smoothing out a bit of her hair that the book had jostled. He placed the cup of water and toast next to her, before going back into the kitchen to get a few pain relieving tablets for when she woke up. After leaving those beside the water, he smiled at the lovely young woman’s sleeping form before turning off the light and heading up to Sybil’s bedroom.

In the morning, Matthew woke with a smile. The room was bright from the light reflecting off of the snow outside his window. Here he had worried that Yorkshire might be too grim for the holidays, but with the snow and cozy cottage- he found it to be great. And the unexpected visitor last night. She was certainly great. Her silly drunken rambling had charmed him. Her literary prowess had impressed him. And she was undoubtably attractive.

Getting out of bed, he changed into some jeans and a button up shirt. He briefly stopped in the bathroom before he trotted downstairs softly, remembering that he had a sleeping visitor below him. Mary stirred at his steps, her dark eyes blinking awake.

“Oh fuck. What am I doing here?” She asked, sitting up, pressing a hand to her forehead.

“Aspirin tablets right beside you, love,” Matthew said.

Mary mechanically grabbed the medicine and downed it. “God, my head is killing me.”

“I’m sorry,” Matthew said. “You’ll feel better in a bit.”

Mary blinked again, her forehead crinkling. “You’re M. Crawley? I somehow thought M. Crawley was a woman.”

“Matthew Crawley,” He introduced, for the second time, waiting for the moment of realization of hit her. But there didn’t seem to be any recognition in her eyes.

“It’s nice to meet you, Matthew Crawley,” She said. “I’m also M. Crawley.”

“You said that last night,” Matthew told her.

“Did I? I don’t remember much,” Mary admitted.

“I can remind you if you like,” Matthew laughed. “Sybil. Sy BELLE!”

Mary ran a hand through her hair. “Well, that is embarrassing.”

“Not to worry,” He said. “We’ve all been there.”

Mary made a moaning noise and chugged the rest of the water.

“Would you like a coffee?” Matthew asked, wandering into the kitchen and smiling at Sybil’s shiny Nespresso maker.

Mary shook her head and standing up. She pulled on her coat. “I really should be going. I’m so sorry for ruining your holiday.”

Matthew turned back to her. “Please don’t apologize. You definitely did not ruin my holiday.”

He watched her leave and create a path in the snow up to abbey. He truly hoped that it wouldn’t be the last he saw the other M. Crawley.

But in truth, he didn’t have much time to pine after Mary, because well, running a flower shop was quite the full-time job. He had people constantly coming in and out picking up orders of poinsettia. There were plenty of people looking for centerpieces for holiday parties. Matthew had fun with these. He was quite the amateur at making flower displays and he knew some of them were truly dismal, but he crafted a good amount that he was rather fond of.

He kept hoping that Mary would stop by the flower shop to check in on him, but there appeared to be no such luck. He was happily reading his way through Sybil’s bookshelf, reading the beautiful copies of “Downton Books” that lined them. Each volume was full of cozy story that could be read perfectly next to the fire. He was finding a fond place in his heart for each of her publications.

Yet, he never got to see their illustrious publisher. That was until his fourth day on the job, when he accidentally locked himself out of the flower shop. There were several families lined up outside the shop already, looking to pick up wreaths and poinsettias.

“Dammit,” Matthew cursed, worried he was going to single-handedly ruin Sybil’s business.

He found the note from Sybil with Mary’s contact information on it in his pocket and dialed her number.

“Sorry to ring you,” Matthew mumbled. “But I’ve accidentally gotten locked out of the flower shop. Could I bother you to let me in?”

“Oh,” Mary said. “It’s no problem. I’m just at the abbey. I’ll be right there.”

“Oh you are brilliant,” Matthew said. “I can’t thank you enough.”

–

Mary ran into the bathroom to change. She couldn’t believe she was going to see him again.

Mary had been avoiding M. Crawley since they met. She was completely mortified that she’d been basically black out drunk, stumbling around the cottage, and actually singing. Mary never sang. Not even on Christmas. What had gotten into that night?

Well, vodka. Obviously way too much.

Since then, Mary had gone out of her way to avoid Sybil’s cottage and its handsome occupant. That was, till two nights ago, when she’d decided to enjoy her solitude with a cozy Christmas movie. After making a large cup of cocoa, she picked one of her good old favorites films off the shelf and popped it in. She loved the story, a beautiful transatlantic romance, but what made it even better was its sweeping score and practical real estate porn.

At the end of the movie, she was feeling oh so snug and nearly was ready to drift off, when she caught the credits.

A Matthew Crawley Film.

Matthew Crawley? As in M. Crawley?

She had grabbed for her laptop, quickly googling the director. There he was, the dashing man from Sybil’s cottage two days before. His blond hair slicked and dazzling smile glittering on the red carpet. She looked through his films, several of them she already adored, but several more she had yet to see. She immediately started binging them on Netflix. As she watched, she researched more about this mysterious tenant. An article told her about his recent break up with Lavinia Swire, a Hollywood actress who had starred in his previous film. No wonder he was in Downton. He was doing the same thing that Sybil was trying to do- escape unhappy memories and mend a broken heart.

Mary’s heart softened for the man. After all, he’d been nothing but kind to her when she’d been an embarrassing drunk mess on his doorstep.

Still, she her plan remained to avoid seeing him again, at least in person. Until ten minutes ago when he called and told her he’d been locked out of the shop. Apparently, another encounter with M. Crawley was inevitable.

Dressed in a loose grey dress, tights, and ankle boots, she pulled on a coat and scarf before heading into town. She was just grateful that George was still in London for one more day, so she didn’t have to worry about bringing him around.

Mary saw the crowd outside Violet’s Village Blooms before she even saw the building. She felt a feeling of dread. This was the kind of thing that Sybil had been worried about happening when she left. Mary hoped that the customers hadn’t left because of the wait.

She parked and worked her way through the crowd to where Matthew was standing awkwardly outside the door.

“Oh, you goddess,” Matthew exclaimed.

Mary almost laughed at his acclamation, her cheeks blushing. “Oh please. I’ve just got a spare key, that’s all.”

She opened the door to flower shop and a stream of people began to pour in. She knew that she couldn’t maroon Matthew to the chaos of all the customers.

“I’ll take the wreath orders; you do the flowers?” She suggested.

He flashed her a grateful look. “Thank you.”

The morning turned into a busy blur. They fretted over orders, helped load wreaths and flowers in older customer’s cars, and tried to make sense of all the money. Finally, after a few hours of work every initial customer seen to.

“I think we’ve earned quite the lunch break,” Mary declared.

Matthew raised an eyebrow. “Would you care to join me? I feel like I owe you after your dashing rescue this morning.”

They made their way to the tavern next door. It was decorated for Christmas, with evergreen garland strung around the room and lights over the fire it. It was very cozy indeed.

They both got glasses of warm mulled wine and sipped them by the fire as they waited for their food.

“I feel as if I should apologize for the other night,” Mary told him. “You truly saw a side of me I’m not sure if I’ve seen before.”

“It wasn’t a problem at all. In fact, it was the most interesting thing that’s happened so far to me in Downton,” Matthew laughed.

“I couldn’t even tell you the last time I was drunk. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever been that drunk,” Mary admitted.

“Not even in uni? Well, then you do live a quiet life,” Matthew commented.

“I can’t say the book publishing and editing world is that raucous,” she said.

“So, what kind of editor are you?” Matthew asked.

“A very mean one,” Mary teased, making a surly face.

Matthew laughed.

“No, actually, we publish lesser known works of women’s fiction from the early 20th century,” Mary explained.

“Oh that’s brilliant,” Matthew said. “I’ve read a few the books of your collection that I found on Sybil’s shelf and I really like them.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Mary grinned.

“How did you end up working there?” Matthew asked, taking a tip of the warm wine.

“Well I inherited my grandmother’s love of books and her therefore her entire library. I wanted to share some of my favorite books from her library with others, give them new life. And my old friend Anna wanted to design covers,” She explained, “So truly it was a match made in heaven.”

“Wait, sorry, let me get this straight,” He said. “You founded the publishing company?”

Mary nodded, “I know. I usually don’t tell people. It can be a bit intimidating.”

“Consider me very intimidated,” Matthew said.

“But I figured that since you are a film director, you probably work alongside lots of endeavoring women and therefore won’t be intimidated by me,” Mary told him.

He gave her a sideways smile. “Ah, so you do know who I am.”

“I didn’t when we met,” Mary admitted. “I was watching one of your films a few days ago and made the connection.”

“And did you like it?” Matthew asked.

“Like what? The connection?”

“The film?” Matthew laughed.

Just then a server arrived with two plates of food and laid them before the pair. Mary took a chip off the plate and nibbled it.

“I did,” She said. “A very cozy Christmas film. And the soundtrack was gorgeous.”

“Well, all of that credit goes to my friend Tom Branson,” Matthew explained.  “He’s the mastermind behind the music.”

“You’ll have to give him my full compliments,” Mary told him.

“I told him to give Sybil a tour, help her out,” Matthew said, picking up a chip from his own plate and dabbing it in vinegar.

“Hmm,” Mary said, “I’ll have to ask her about it.”

There was a moment of silence where they both picked at their food.

“So, how did you end up in Los Angeles?” Mary asked. “You sound like you’ve got a bit of a Manchester accent.”

“Only a bit,” Matthew said. “It’s sort of faded a bit in LA.”

“Only a bit,” Mary nodded for him to continue.

“But yes. I studied film in Reading for uni and then got offered a chance to work on a set in Los Angeles. It was all grunt work at first, fetching brews and the like. Then slowly I worked my way up, did some short films on the side, met Tom, did a quite successful indie film- and well. Then the whole thing was history.”

“That’s impressive,” Mary remarked. “Consider me intimidated.”

He laughed.

“Is there anything you’d like to do while you are here?” She asked. “Got anything on your Downton bucket list?”

Matthew took a sip of mulled wine and his forehead wrinkled.

“I’d actually quite like to see more of your estate,” Matthew remarked. “The abbey. The grounds.”

Mary smiled gracefully, her mind quickly calculating how much time she’d have before George arrived home. She’d have to show it to him today.

“Of course. What time do you finish in the flower shop today?” She asked.

“Just after three,” Matthew told her.

“Good,” She said. “Come up to the abbey after and I’ll show you around.”

“Really?” Matthew asked, smiling. “That’s so kind of you.”

“Nonsense,” Mary teased. “I’m just hoping you’ll feature my house in your next film.”

“I am quite keen on lovely bits of architecture,” He commented, his voice a bit lower now.

“Good,” Mary said, “I look forward to seeing you later.”

–

Later arrived soon enough. Matthew made his way up to the old house as soon as he finished in the flower shop. He made small bouquet to give to Mary- dark red roses and springs of holly. The sun was just beginning to fade as he made his way up to the old house. The winding road through the soft rolling hills was quaint and calming. He could see sheep from neighboring farms wandering through the distant fields. It was the exact pastoral tonic he needed to save him from the Los Angeles toxicity.

Mary was standing at the door when he arrived. He gave her an awkward wave as he approached. She was still dressed in the fetching outfit from earlier, a few flakes of snow decorating her hair.

“Are these for me?” She asked, raising her delicate eyebrows, when he presented her with the flowers.

“Only Violet’s best blooms for milady,” Matthew said dramatically.

Mary smiled and took the flowers. “Shall we walk? There isn’t much daylight left.”

They started walking across one of the lawns.

“How did you acquire such a lovely estate?” Matthew asked, fascinated by this beautiful woman.

“A gift from my grandmother,” She explained.

“The same one who left the books?” He asked.

“Exactly,” She said. “Violet.”

“Oh I see,” Matthew said.

“Technically, the abbey should have gone to my parents. But they live in London and have a nice apartment there. And Sybil loves that little cottage. But I like old and grand things. I love antiques and the stories behind the little details of the abbey. So, everyone knew it made sense to be mine,” Mary explained.

“I look forward to seeing all the details,” Matthew said.

“Well if you look over here,” Mary laughed gently, “You’ll actually see one of my favorite follies. It’s an old Grecian style ruin.”

Matthew walked up toward it, climbing up the steps of the old ruin.

“It’s obviously not a Greek ruin,” Mary said. “But it was added when that was the sort of thing in vogue.”

Matthew ran his hand up along the pillar slowly.

“It really is remarkable,” Matthew said softly.

He turned slowly, to see Mary leaning against a pillar. He walked slowly towards her. He let his hand move along the pillar, just to the side of her head.

“There are lots of remarkable things about Downton, in my opinion,” He said, his voice but a whisper.

Mary shivered and her eyes fluttered close. All of a sudden the mood had completely changed. He was totally aware of what he was doing and the soft smile on Mary’s face encouraged him to keep going.

“And what are those?” She asked.

“Excellent flower shop,” He said, leaning in, placing a kiss on her right eye.

“Excellent Grecian ruins,” He said, kissing her other eye.

“Excellent old abbey,” He whispered, pressing a kiss on her nose.

“Hmm, that all?” She asked, her eyes opening again.

Rich, dark chocolate, he thought of the color.

“Beautiful book publishers too,” He said, kissing her lips.

Her hand slipped down to grip his, a smile on her face.

“Let’s keep this tour going?” She said, her voice a whisper. “It’ll be dark soon.”

–

She had kissed him.

Okay, well he had kissed her. The beautiful film director who randomly showed up out of the blue. M. Crawley whom she’d totally made of fool herself in front. Matthew Crawley whom she totally adored.

Mary was smitten. And of course, this meant that she should apply her tried and true relationship technique- play coy. She ducked her head and nodded him on the tour.

They walked through the grounds. She showed him the rose gardens, now frosty with snow, and the greenhouses, still warm inside. They bid Happy Christmas to the neighbor’s sheep. They climbed the largest hill to another of her favorite follies- a domed observatory.

“Do you actually see stars here?” He asked.

She shook her head. “I heard that my great-grandfather kept a telescope here. And maybe one day we’ll bring it back.”

“I can see it being rather nice, all curled up in the little observatory, looking at the stars,” Matthew told her.

“Well, if you want to buy me a telescope, be my guest,” she said.

“I mean, technically, I am your guest already,” He told her. “So I might actually owe you one.”

She laughed and look her head. “You aren’t a guest. You’re welcome here.”

“Are you cold?” He asked, reaching for her hand.

“A bit,” She shrugged.

“Why don’t you show me the abbey now?” He suggested.

They headed down the hill, down towards the house, snow just beginning to fall. The sun was nearly entirely below the horizon now.

Would they kiss again? Mary really, really wanted to kiss him again. Honestly, she wanted to do more than just kiss him. But she would certainly settle for kissing.

It was warm inside the abbey. Mary was constantly grateful that she could enjoy living in an old abbey in a modern age where she didn’t have to worry about lack of indoor heating or plumbing.

“Welcome to Downton Abbey,” She told him.

His eyes were wide, taking in the foyer, where the large tree lingered in the center of the house, the stairs encircling it.

“Did you decorate this yourself?” He asked, stepping forward to look at the tree.

Mary nodded, “A mix of my grandmother’s decorations and things I found at antique shops.”

“It’s lovely,” He said. “You can see whole stories on this tree.”

“We have that in common, don’t we?” She said, toying with a vintage angel ornament.

“What?” He asked, pulling his eyes from the tree to look at her.

“We both like stories,” Mary said.

“Oh yes,” He said.

They moved into salon. She put on a few low lights, revealing the garland hung around the room and the string of cards that she and George had worked to put up together. Mary bent to light the fire, luckily a gas fire and easy to light.

She straightened to find Matthew right behind her. Very close.

Oh God. He was going to kiss her again. She knew it. She very much wanted him to.

“It’s quite cozy in here,” He said.

She nodded, her nose brushing his, as he hands fell to her waist.

“One of the best qualities of Christmas,” she murmured. “Excellent coziness.”

“I’m glad we feel the same way,” He said, looking at her in the eyes.

His stupid disarming bright, bright blue eyes.

Then their lips were on each other- all over each other. Mary felt silly at first, her coat still on. But, she soon realized, coats, like other things could be quite easily removed.

Was this really happening? She thought dizzily, when Matthew lowered her down before the fire. The old ornate Persian rug felt funny beneath her bare shoulder. But he put a kiss behind her ear, then at the crook of her neck, then tip of her shoulder, then at this part of her stomach that made her positively squirm. And by the time his lips reached the jut of her hip, she was quite sure of three things:

1)    Her life was slowly turning into a Matthew Crawley film.

2)    If not that, her life was definitely a more risqué version of a Downton Book

3)    She was a hundred percent okay with this.

–

The next morning, she awakened in her bedroom to feel a warm body beside her and a phone ringing.

Matthew. Right.

The night before had been nothing but excellent and she was still both dazed and sore from the whole affair. In fact, all she wanted to do was stay inside and avoid snow and responsibilities with him.

But alas, her phone continued to ring.

She slipped out of bed, pulled on a dressing gown, and grabbed her phone, ducking into the corridor.

“Hello,” Anna’s voice pipped up. “I just thought I’d tell you that I’ve got George in the car and we are headed towards York.”

Anna had been in London visiting friends that past couple days and was able to pick up George from his grandparents. Mary was grateful that her friend was able to save her a trip.

“Oh that’s delightful,” Mary said. “So I’ll see you in a few hours?”

“Definitely,” Anna said.

Mary smiled, “I’ll start making a pot of soup and you can have lunch when arrive.”

“Oh brill. Here, I’ll put George on,” Anna said.

“Hello George darling,” Mary cooed.

“Hello Mummy!” George replied.

“Did you have fun in London?” She asked.

“Lot’s of fun. Grandmama took me to the museum and then ice skating and then we got lots of toys at the great big toy shop,” He rattled.

“That sounds quite lovely,” Mary remarked.

“I missed you, Mummy!” He said.

“I missed you too, my darling,” She soothed.

“See you soon? With lots of hot chocolate?” He asked.

“See you soon,” She told him.

She ran a hand through her hair.

Shoot, she definitely had sex-hair. She was going to need a shower before her son and best friend arrived. And unfortunately, she was going to have to kick Matthew out.

No matter how much she just wanted to just climb back in bed with him.

She reentered her bedroom, hoping to make a b-line for the en-suite, but Matthew was awake and lounging on the bed. She took a deep inhale. He looked like some sort of Greek god stretched out, naked, his hands behind his head.

“Good morning,” He said.

“Good morning,” She replied.

She sat gingerly on the side of the bed.

“I heard you on the phone,” He said. “Who is this Mister George? Anyone I need to be jealous of?”

Mary let out of a snort of laughter. “Oh no. He’s- He’s my-“

But she couldn’t bring herself to tell Matthew the truth. It was easier this way to just be Mary. Mary, 28, book publisher, light-weight, abbey dweller, lover of stories and old things. Not Mary Crawley, professional mummy.

She wouldn’t trade George for the world and would gladly live her life with just the two of them in their large house without complaint. But she also knows that when it comes to dating, children are baggage. As soon as you mention a child, everything becomes serious. All of sudden there are excuses like, “I don’t want to meet George in case things don’t work out,” or “I don’t know if I’m ready for a family.” And then just like that everything fizzles out.

Mary knows because she’s done this time and time again.

It’s probably better this way. Matthew is just a blip in her life. A famous film director dropped into her world for the holidays, but to be whisked off in the New Year. He’s not permanent. He can’t be. There isn’t any point in him knowing about George.

“Never mind,” Mary said, shaking her head. “What do you say about hot shower?”

Matthew smirked and followed her. She was grateful for men and their one-track minds.

–

A few hours after Matthew had left Mary’s cottage, he found himself curled up in a corner of Sybil’s cottage. More snow was falling outside and he was thumbing through another Downton Book he’d pulled off his shelf.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Mary. About her soft brown hair, as it fell just over shoulders. About her easy smile once you got to know her. About how deliciously wonderful she’d looked naked against that Persian rug.

She was smart, driven, and beautiful. Who would have ever thought he’d find someone like that in a small country town? After his break up with Lavinia, he hadn’t thought that anything remotely resembling affection was in his future. But for a brief moment, in her lovely abbey, Matthew had seen a bit of future worth having.

It was as the sun began to dip low that he made his mind. He was going walk back up to her house and tell her what he thought. Sure he’d just met her, but he had to give it chance.

He put his book down. It was now his fifth Downton Book completed since arriving and his favorite, a collection of Mary’s grandmother’s journal entries. He grabbed his coat and scarf. The snow was still falling. He didn’t think it actually snowed this much in England, but this week seemed to be an exception.

His stomach tingled as he walked up to the house. He shouldn’t be nervous, hardly anything made him nervous, but yet he was. He hoped that she wouldn’t be put off by his frankness in just showing up, but he thought she might like it. She was a quiet woman alone in a large house, maybe she needed something to shake her life up.

He knocked at the main door and paused as he heard footsteps approach and then open the door.

“Hello,” a voice said.

He looked down and surprised to see it belonged to such a small individual. A small blonde boy was at the door of the abbey.

“Hello,” Matthew said uncertainly.

“George,” Mary said in the distance, the sound of her feet padding to the door.

George, Matthew thought suddenly. How silly had he been to think that George was some sort of man to be jealous of.

But wait- if Mary had a son, did that mean she had a husband as well?

Matthew all of a sudden realized he knew nothing about Mary Crawley. He felt disoriented, as if his time with her was all a lie.

“Oh, sorry Matthew,” She said. “Is everything alright at the cottage?”

“Who are you?” George interrupted.

Matthew laughed, shifting awkwardly. “I’m, uh, my name is Matthew.”

“I’m George,” the boy said, putting out his small hand.

Matthew shook it. “Pleased to meet you.”

“Would you like to come in? Mummy and I were just making hot chocolate! You can have some if you like.”

Matthew agreed and walked into the foyer.

“George, darling,” Mary said. “Can you set out some biscuits for us?”

George have a little salute and ran into kitchen, slipping on his wooly socks.

“Are you married?” Matthew asked quickly, as Mary fussed over his coat.

She shook her head.

“Divorced?” He asked again.

“Abandoned because he went on a diplomatic mission to Poland and never returned. He found a pretty young thing and forgot all about his knocked up fiancé back in England,” Mary said quietly.

“Oh Mary,” He hushed.

Matthew felt his face wrinkle with concern. Poor, poor Mary. She didn’t deserve that. Raising a child on her own, feeling abandoned. Mary should have a life full of love with a man who undoubtedly loved her.

“It’s okay,” She said, lifting her chin. “I don’t need pity. It’s been almost 5 years.”

Matthew nodded, “Of course.”

George’s feet came tapping back.

“Cookies complete!” He announced. “Time for cocoa?”

Mary smiled at the boy and turned to Matthew. “Are you at all interested in hot chocolate?”

They walked into the kitchen. Mary went for the fridge and took out a carton of almond milk, which she poured in a sauce pan and began to heat up. Matthew sat with George at the table as the small boy began to assault him with questions.

“What do you do?”

“I direct films.”

“Do you get to be in films?”

Matthew shook his head. “No, I tell people where to go and what to do.”

“That sounds very boring.”

“Sorry to disappoint you,” Matthew said.

“If I worked in films, I’d want to be on screen,” George told him.

“I think you’d do very well.”

“Will you make a movie about me?” George insisted.

“I’m not sure,” Matthew said, “have you got any talents?”

This launched George into some of singing-dancing-footballing act that he did around the kitchen. It took just enough time for Mary to finish mixing in chocolate, before heading to the table with three mugs filled with marshmallows and sprinkles.

“Here we go,” she said.

Matthew smiled, taking the cup. The liquid was sweet and cinnamon-y.

“This is superb,” He said, after a few sips.

“You’ve got a moustache,” laughed George.

The boy now attempted to get his own hot chocolate moustache. Even Mary was giggling now. Well, that was until George got a little too out of hand and accidentally spilled the hot chocolate on Mary’s dress.

“Oh no!” George exclaimed.

“Oh no, indeed,” Mary said. “I’ll just go change quickly.”

Matthew watched her walk away.

“Are you going to marry my Mummy?” George asked.

“Oh well, I’m just her friend,” Matthew said.

“Oh,” George said. “it’s just that she gets awfully lonely. Just so you know. Maybe if someone married her she’d be happier. That’s how it goes in fairy tales.”

“Do you like fairy stories?” Matthew asked.

“I like all stories,” George said. “Do you want to go play a game?”

Matthew smiled, “Of course.”

George led the way to living room, where he immediately began setting up a board game on the floor. Upon further inspection, it seemed that this was a game hobbled together with five game boards and a variety of pieces from various board games and a few knickknacks found around the house.

“How do you play?” Matthew asked.

The young boy immediately began rattling off a complicated list of rules and explaining each of the unique pieces.

“Oh no, George. You aren’t not to make Matthew play that game with you,” Mary complained when she entered. She was dressed in just leggings and jumper now. Once again, she looked splendid. “He made it up himself. It takes ages to play and it’s horribly difficult.”

“You don’t like games?” George asked Matthew, a frown already on his face.

“I love games,” Matthew said.

“Good, then you’ll love this one,” the boy informed him.

So, that was how Matthew got sucked into the world of George’s Game. They played the game for hours until it was very dark outside and George fell asleep on one of the game boards.

“I’ll take him upstairs,” Mary said softly, lifting the boy and taking him upstairs.

While she was gone, Matthew inspected the frames that he hadn’t noticed the night before. Mary holding George as a baby. Mary and Sybil and George visiting London. Mary and George drinking tea together. It was evident that they were a family, George and Mary.

“I can’t imagine anyone being a bigger hit,” Mary admitted when she came downstairs.

“But I just can’t understand why you didn’t tell me,” Matthew said softly.

“It didn’t come up?” She said, but then shook her head and sat beside the fire. “No, it did. I suppose. I don’t always like to be the poor, lonely single mother. It’s nice to have a life where it seems like I spend all my time doing proper literary things, being a successful entrepreneur.”

“You are all those things,” Matthew told her, walking over to sit beside her.

“But I’m also a statistic, an un-wed mother,” She said. “The best part about my job is that I can spend my time at home reading a few days a week so I don’t have to send George to a playschool full time. And I get hot chocolate spilled on me. I’m never able to have nights out or date or have much of a life besides running Downton Books and being a full-time mum.”

Matthew nodded, realizing that he couldn’t be upset with Mary. Not for this.

“Do you despise me for not telling you?” She asked, her tone indifferent.

“I could never despise you,” He whispered.

“You aren’t going to run away? Because I have a kid?” She asked.

“On the contrary,” He said, playing with a lock of her hair. “George only endears you to me more.”

She smiled, but looked towards the fire, a rueful look on her face.

“I was actually on my way to tell you how much I like you,” Matthew admitted. “That’s why I came up tonight. I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

“That’s nice,” Mary said.

“Nice?” He repeated, putting a kiss behind her ear.

Just that morning she’d been flirting and giggling. Now she seemed more reserved.

“It’s just never going to work,” She said finally. “You are going to go back to LA. I’m going to stay here with Downton Books. This is never going to work. You’ll head back to Hollywood and fall in love with another actress or model or something and I’ll just be here, heartbroken, picking up the pieces again.”

“What if we found a way to make it work?” Matthew said.

“Like what?” Mary said, turning to face him.

“I don’t know, but we are both smart people. I bet we could think up something,” He told her, running a hand through her hair again.

“I don’t know, Matthew. You are asking me to take a huge risk Matthew. If you break my heart, I might not come back from it. And I can’t put George through that,” She told him.

He rested his head on her shoulder, resigned that despite how much he absolutely adored this woman, she would never be his.

“Tell you what,” Matthew proposed. “I’m going to spend Christmas with my mum in Manchester before coming back here for a few days. ‘While I’m there, I’m really going to do some thinking about how to make this work. If I can come up with an idea for how this could possibly work, I’ll tell you then.”

Mary nodded, her eyes still trained on the fire. “Okay.”

Matthew grinned, “I’ll think of something. Until then, Happy Christmas.”

–

Christmas came and went. Sybil was still in America. Mary’s parents came up from London. She hosted them in the abbey and they did the usual- presents, Christmas dinner, and a game of charades. It was nice to see them, as always. They doted over George, complained about Mary’s lack of love life, and commented on nice the Old Pile looked for Christmas.

As her parents left the day after Christmas, she knew this meant that Matthew would be returning soon. The thought of him and his proposition made her nervous. In her fit of nerves, she decided it would be best to drive down to York to check on the shop. She took George with her. They took their time in York, walking along the castle walls, wandering through the shambles. Anything to avoid driving home.

However, eventually they really did need to get home to start dinner and bedtime routines. Mary looked out the window as they approached the estate, seeing the lights in Sybil’s cottage on and knowing that meant that Matthew was back.

Just knowing he was there, her heart skipped a beat.

It was silly wasn’t it? To put him off just because she didn’t want to take a risk? It was silly to not give him a chance.

But it wasn’t. The last time she put her heart out there, she got so impossibly hurt. She couldn’t imagine doing it again for a man she had only really spent time with for three days.

So then why was the thought of him leaving already starting to break her heart?

She got home and immediately started on work on dinner. She needed something to throw herself into. As she was putting a chicken in the oven for roasting, she heard the doorbell ring. It was him. Definitely him.

In hopes of not disturbing George, she went outside instead of inviting Matthew in. If he made her cry, well, at least her son wouldn’t see.

“Mary,” he said, when she exited, closing the door as quietly as possible.

“Hello,” she replied softly.

“Will you be alright? It’s a bit cold out here,” he told her.

It was snowing again! She could hardly believe it.

“I’ll be fine,” she replied.

Her stomach flitted with nerves again. What would he say?

“I did some thinking and I know it’s going to be hard and I know we each have baggage and that we’ve each lived separate lives. But I really do think we should try, in some sort of way, to give this a chance,” he declared.

“Okay, but how?” Mary gasped, running a hand through her hair.

Matthew gave a huge grin now. “I have just the idea.”

She pursed her lips together and tried not to smile, but he did look quite excited to tell her.

“Well I found your grandmother’s journals in my shelf of Downton Books and I loved it. Mary, you did such a good job of piecing together her story. It’s marvelous. It’s exactly what I need to do next for my career. Don’t you see? We can work on the film together- you can help with the writing and historical information. I can produce and direct. And best of all we can film it here- this way, I won’t have to leave. At least not yet. But by then, well, we can figure out the details. But what do you think?”

Mary’s mouth opened in a very un-Mary-like gasp.

“Well, I think that that’s quite the proposition,” she told him.

“And?” He said, encouraging her.

And well, she could think of tons of ways this wouldn’t work. What if the filmmakers didn’t treat her grandmother’s journals the right way? What if they cast the wrong person? What if having the film set in her house was a disturbance? She could think of tons of ways this could go disastrously wrong.

But she couldn’t say no.

Not when it was the best and most intriguing idea she’d ever heard.

“Yes,” She said softly, as he swept her off her feet into a spin. Her lips were on his and it all just made sense.

–

“Just letting you know,” Mary said to Sybil over the phone. “Matthew will be here for New Years actually. He’s not staying in your cottage, so don’t worry, but he’ll be here for the party.”

They had actually just returned from sledding with George and the two boys were dusting the snow off of them in foyer while Mary spoke to her sister.

“Oh M. Crawely is staying with you is he?” She laughed. “Interesting plot twist, because um, well I’m bringing Tom back with me as well.”

“The composer?” Mary asked.

“The very one,” Sybil replied. “He’s actually been telling me about an interesting new project him and Matthew are already working on. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that?”

“Hmmm,” Mary said. “Sounds like we’ll have a lot of catching up to do when you return.”

“Oh yes,” Sybil agreed.

–

All that can be said about their New Year’s celebration is that the scene was the perfect ending of a Matthew Crawley film. There was feel good song playing, everyone well-dressed in their holiday finest. There was a lot of drinking and dancing: Sybil swaying with George, Matthew swirling Mary, and Tom ducking into to steal a dance with Sybil. It was magical and happy and the daudience was left with such an overwhelming feeling of togetherness that they couldn’t help but believe the main couple would endure anything and like a fairy tale for grown-ups, would live happily ever after.

~~~~ Thank you, thank you!! What a fantastic scenario, set-up and story - a perfect blend of The Holiday and M/M deliciousness (the ‘proposal’ was a genius touch!). I enjoyed it so much! Happy Christmas!!!

#MM Secret Santa 2017 #Matthew x Mary #andthenwedance #submission

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I've always hated goodbyes. It started when I was very little and my mum was taking me to the nursery. Not one day would pass without me making a scene when she was leaving the building. Then, a few years later, my parents would visit me at all sorts of school trips and camps. The moment they got into their car to head back home, I'd break into tears. Not a second earlier though, didn't want to look weak. Lol. Fast forward a decade and I'd go on language courses where I'd spend a month surrounded by people from all over the globe. The farewells were always very bitter and genuinely felt like funerals. It sounds dramatic, but the sensation of never seeing someone again was kind of similar. I mean, what are the chances to meet up with a pal from Brazil again? Actually, not that small, but I certainly didn't know that in the age of seventeen. I'll get to this later.

Then I moved out of Poland. At first just for a few months and then for... Well, I'm still not back. And this is where things get super complicated. Let me elaborate a little bit. See, it's no news on this blog when I say I've always wanted to live abroad. It was exciting, I had dreamt about it my entire life and until this day I have not regretted the choice of packing my bags and essentially saying goodbye to my country. But... And there's a big "but". Poland, as a place, would be one thing. My family, my friends (and my cat!) are a completely different story. See, whenever I go back there for Christmas or summer holidays, I end up extremely sad when leaving it again. At the beginning I thought it was going to get better with time but, oh boy, was I mistaken. It gets worse and worse and sometimes it feels like I should just stay.

The worst part is that I never see the bitterness of those goodbyes coming. It lingers somewhere, hidden, quiet, pretty much invisible. And then, when you least expect it - SURPRISE! No warning, no signs, nothing. Suddenly my eyes fill up with years, my throat ties in a knot and there I am crying in front of my nervous family trying not to look like an idiot. Because, you know, they might feel like my life outside of Poland is no good. They might think I really don't want to go back. Spoiler alert - they're wrong in both cases. I adore my life, I'm just sad it placed my happiness so far away from all of them. I feel the injustice of it and it gets me proper frustrated and upset. That's the essence of this whole "I hate goodbyes" thing. I've been leaving people around the planet for years now. I've been through some really hard farewells and yet I keep repeating them.

I have family in one place and then friends all over the globe. My very good friends. People who I love dearly. People who I want to share my daily life with. But it can't be done. I can't just call them to meet up for a coffee or a city break in some cozy rural place our of town. With every goodbye I give up on part of those relationships. It's heartbreaking.

For years I've been ignoring the thought about leaving people behind. And how sad it would make me every single time. It's easier this way, it's better not to complicate it. But last year, when I was moving countries again, it stung a little too much. And I haven't been able to shake this feeling off for months now. I keep asking myself, why do I do this to myself? Why can't I stay put and just enjoy life with the people I love? I'm still to find the answer to that.

There's one thing I know for sure. The seventeen year old me was absolutely convinced that a goodbye once said is forever. The 28 year old me knows it's not necessarily. The world is a relatively small place. And even if it takes a while to reunite with all those people, it eventually happens. And even though we'd not been in touch for a bit, I can still sit with them and pick up the conversation where we left it. The cliché says it's not a ‘goodbye’ - it's a ‘see you later’. And do you know what? It's true. Well, at least in most cases. Does it make good-byes any easier though? Nope. They're just as painful and just as teary. So I guess, for now, whoever invents the teleportation machine, please get in touch. Hope you're having a fabulous day. Love, O.

#goodbye #nomad #modernnoad #athome #athomeish #feelingathome #whatishome #homeiseverywhere #homeiswhereyourheartis #homeiswhereyouare #hategoodbyes #tearygoodbye #byebye #seeyoutlater

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A Life of Farming and Change with Jim Ogonowski

Dracut, Massachusetts is a rural farmtown, made up of acres of farmland and farm stores. One of these farms is Ogonowski Farm, a hay and chrysanthemum farm that is owned by lifelong Dracut resident, Jim Ogonowski. Ogonowski Farm has occupied the Dracut area for over 100 years, and has been in the Ognowski family for generations. 

Ogonowski Farm, now totaling roughly 260 acres, operates from two separate locations in Dracut, one on Marsh Hill Road, where a majority of the land is owned, and one on Bridge Street, where a fall storefront sells chrysanthemums, show bales, corn stalks, pumpkins, and apples. The Marsh Hill location has a large hay barn, workshop, a peach orchard and chrysanthemum field, and numerous hay fields and tractors. This location serves as a loading point for hay deliveries, hay cultivation, and other projects that may arise. The fall storefront location is where Ogonowski was raised, and his mother and sister still live in the house that occupies the space.

Ogonowski is a retired Air Force Colonel, having served 28 years, 22 of which were spent in the Air Force National Guard. He became the farm’s main owner after the loss of his brother John, who was the pilot of American Airlines Flight 11, and tragically died in the attacks on September 11, 2001. Jim Ogonowski grew up in Dracut watching his family farm for their livelihood, and has witnessed firsthand how the Dracut community has developed since Ogonowski was a boy. 

Ogonowski, now 64 years old, is happy to live a simple life, yet he has experienced much throughout his years. After his brother’s death, he ran an unsuccessful campaign for a seat in the U.S. Congress after retiring from the Air Force. Ogonowski had no prior political experience, and ultimately lost by a close margin in the general election to Niki Tsongas, after advancing in the Republican primaries. While he no longer relishes the opportunity to talk about his political career, this is but one example of the vitality Ogonowski has for life. He is quick to share stories about drying hay by pitchfork as a child, and reminds his employees how lucky they are to have machines that can now do it for you. Ogonowski is still a daily participant in farm labor, and is always working on a project. He is married to his wife Kathy, owner of Rising Star Equestrian Center, and has two children and seven grandchildren. 

Throughout this interview, Ogonowski and I discussed not only his farm, but the entirety of Dracut as a farming community. We talk about how things have changed for him throughout his farming career, and how he has witnessed firsthand the development of Dracut and the changes in farming with technological advancements throughout time. Ogonowski was more than willing to talk to me, and provided a riveting and entertaining discussion about his life. 

Andrew: How did you become the owner of Ogonowski Farm?

 Jim: That's a long story. How long you got on this tape?

 Andrew: However long you want.

 Jim: OK. My family's been farming and Dracut since 1903 and my grandfather owned the original farm, which is still in the family. My dad purchased the second farm in 1948 when he got out of the Army Air Corps before it was the Air Force. And that's still in the family and my late brother purchased the farm in the late 90s, which is still in the family. And by attrition, everyone getting old and my brother passing, I'm the farmer.

 Andrew: Why did your family originally get into farming?

 Jim: That's what they did in Poland before they immigrated. So when they got here, that was a natural role for them to evolve right into back in 1903. And I can tell you on a farm in 1903, they lived there for 25 years before they had electricity. And they didn't have a tractor, they had a tractor before they had electricity. But everything was done by horse. And they milked the cows. All the crops, and everything was done with a horse. So when you watch the old movies, that was them.

 Andrew: You just talked a little bit about it, but how has the farm changed over the years besides its growth?

 Jim: Well, number one, it started with no electricity. Everything would be powered by a horse, to the mechanical age of a tractor, which was huge. And that tractor is still in the family. The first truck in the family in the 30s to move stuff instead of moving it by horse and buggy. That's back to the early days. And then when I was still a kid, we shook the hay with a pitchfork. There was no machine that shook the hay around to dry it. Now we have machines that can do multiple rows at a time. Whereas when I was a kid, not that long ago, we still had to do with a pitchfork.

 Andrew: How was that?

 Jim: It was brutal. We'd go all day. You'd be out there all day. And if it wasn't done good, you went back and did it again the next day. It was on handwork. My dad on the first hay baler in Dracut. Back in the 1940s was the first hay baler in town. He was a celebrity with that. Now we have access to weather on our phones. There's apps that tell us what when insects will come out based on temperatures and the time of the year. So the technology has allowed for incredible production per acre.

 Andrew: How has Dracut developed as a farming community overall?

 Jim: It used to be a 100 times bigger farming community than anything. Most of the farms have disappeared to development now. Oh, yeah. I could go through lists of the farms that used to exist in Dracut just 30 years ago that are no longer in existence.

 Andrew: What is it like being a farmer in a community like Dracut?

 Jim: Oh, there's good and bad. People like to think they're about a farm so they can throw all their trash over the wall onto your land, which is one of the negatives. People think that it's a farm, so they can just go walk around and do whatever they want on it. So from that standpoint, everybody thinks they're part of the ownership of the farm, but they're not. On the other hand, it's nice to have a big spread so that you can walk your dog. I got the luckiest dog in the world. 

 Andrew: Do farmers in  town typically communicate with each other, and do you have any specific farms that you have established relationships with?

 Jim: In the old days, they all knew each other. They socialized together. That doesn't happen like it used to. There are some farms that do business between each other, but not nearly like it was years ago. Even for what I do, selling hay, I don't sell any to farms in  Dracut, it's all outside of town.

 Andrew: Why do you think that's changed?

 Jim: The markets. The markets have allowed it to evolve where there isn't as much trade in between the farms.

 Andrew: Do you see Dracut moving away from farming in the future? Do you think it will always be present to some extent?

 Jim: Oh, one, two, three four five, six. I think there are six farms that are now preserved as farmland forever. So those farms will always exist. But there are still a number of farms that are at the risk of being developed.

 Andrew: Is Ogonowski farm one of those farms?

 Jim: We are partly preserved.

 Andrew: How do you qualify as partly preserved?

 Jim: This farm up here, the state's bought the development rights to it. The Ogonowski family owns the farming rights to it. But if it's to be developed, it would have to be done by the state, not by us. And that's a great program, to preserve space as open space forever.

 Andrew: Why do you think Dracut is such a hotspot for farming?

 Jim: Because of our past history. Because in the past, that's all it was here, was farms. Lowell was the big mill city. The farmers were on the outskirts of Lowell. So the surrounding communities all supported the city. Lowell, Lawrence, Haverhill. And that's why there were a lot of farms in the area.

 Andrew: Can you speak on what the farm is producing now, and what you enjoy that it produces?

 Jim: Oh, the best part of the farm is watching the guys fill chrysanthemum pots so we can grow mums for the fall. That's the highlight of the farming year, is that day watching the guys fill the mum pots. It brings great joy to everybody. Well, what else do we produce? Other than the original farm, which raised milk that was sold into Lawrence back in the 1920s and 30s, my dad's farm and this farm were owned by my dad and my brother primarily as a second job. They had other jobs off the farm. So they needed to produce something that had a long shelf life. And that couldn't be vegetables. Because if you're growing vegetables and the vegetables are ready, you can't have another job take you away and not be able to get the vegetables. So hay was a very convenient market for them so that they could sell hay, which has a long shelf life, you could store it all winter, and deliver it when you can. So we're primarily hay. But we also have an acre of peaches, and about 30 years ago now I started raising chrysanthemums for fall sales which expanded into pumpkins with it, and corn stocks. And so we do a considerable portion of chrysanthemums, pumpkins, and corn stalks for the fall.

 Andrew: I know that you rent out some space on the farm for minority workers. How did you become involved in that?

 Jim: That's a long story. My brother, when he purchased this farm, got to know the Commissioner of Agriculture of Massachusetts very well. The commissioner at the time, Gus Schumacher, had this idea that there was a big influx of immigrants coming to Massachusetts, but they don't know how to farm here. So how could we teach them to farm locally and understand the climate? At the time, there was a large influx of Cambodians in this area. So my brother started the program with the former Commissioner of Agriculture. And that's how these people got to start farming here on the farm. And they've been here now for over 20 years. So we continue on with them.

 Andrew: Do you know many families that you rent out to right now?

 Jim: Right now there's only three. And they've all graduated on and some of them have gone to other farms, rented more land elsewhere because this is just a small area compared to what they would need.

 Andrew: What do you see for the future of Ogonowski Farm?

Jim: Ooh, you'd need a visionary to know that one. In the foreseeable future, I see it doing pretty much what we're doing right now. Growing hay and fall crops. Maybe some diversification in the future, but nothing immediate.

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10 Interesting Polish Books

The Spies of Warsaw

“An Autumn Evening In 1937. A German engineer arrives at the Warsaw railway station. Tonight, he will be with his Polish mistress; tomorrow, at a workers' bar in the city's factory district, he will meet with the military attache from the French embassy. Information will be exchanged for money. So begins The Spies of Warsaw, the new novel by Alan Furst. War is coming to Europe. French and German intelligence operatives are locked in a life-and-death struggle on the espionage battlefield. At the French embassy, the new military attache, Colonel Jean-Francois Mercier, a decorated hero of the 1914 war, is drawn into a world of abduction, betrayal, and intrigue in the diplomatic salons and back alleys of Warsaw. At the same time, the handsome aristocrat finds himself in a passionate love affair with a Parisian woman of Polish heritage, a lawyer for the League of Nations. Colonel Mercier must work in the shadows, amid an extraordinary cast of venal and dangerous characters - Colonel Anton Vyborg of Polish military intelligence; the mysterious and sophisticated Dr. Lapp, senior German Abwehr officer in Warsaw; Malka and Viktor Rozen, at work for the Russian secret service; and Mercier's brutal and vindictive opponent, Major August Voss of SS counterintelligence. And there are many more, some known to Mercier as spies, some never to be revealed.” (goodreads.com)

The Kommandant’s Girl

“Nineteen-year-old Emma Bau has been married only three weeks when Nazi tanks thunder into her native Poland. Within days Emma's husband, Jacob, is forced to disappear underground, leaving her imprisoned within the city's decrepit, moldering Jewish ghetto. But then, in the dead of night, the resistance smuggles her out. Taken to Krakow to live with Jacob's Catholic aunt, Krysia, Emma takes on a new identity as Anna Lipowski, a gentile. Emma's already precarious situation is complicated by her introduction to Kommandant Richwalder, a high-ranking Nazi official who hires her to work as his assistant. Urged by the resistance to use her position to access details of the Nazi occupation, Emma must compromise her safety—and her marriage vows—in order to help Jacob's cause. As the atrocities of war intensify, so does Emma's relationship with the Kommandant, building to a climax that will risk not only her double life, but also the lives of those she loves.” (goodreads.com)

The Things we Cherished

“An ambitious novel that spans decades and continents, The Things We Cherished tells the story of Charlotte Gold and Jack Harrington, two fiercely independent attor­neys who find themselves slowly falling for one another while working to defend the brother of a Holocaust hero against allegations of World War II–era war crimes. The defendant, wealthy financier Roger Dykmans, mysteri­ously refuses to help in his own defense, revealing only that proof of his innocence lies within an intricate timepiece last seen in Nazi Germany. As the narrative moves from Philadelphia to Germany, Poland, and Italy, we are given glimpses of the lives that the anniversary clock has touched over the past century, and learn about the love affair that turned a brother into a traitor. Rich in historical detail, Jenoff’s astonishing new work is a testament to true love under the worst of circumstances.” (goodreads.com)

Death in Breslau

“Occupied Breslau, 1933: Two young women are found murdered on a train, scorpions writhing on their bodies, an indecipherable note in an apparently oriental language nearby ...Police Inspector Eberhard Mock's weekly assignation with two ladies of the night is interrupted as he is called to investigate. But uncovering the truth is no straightforward matter in Breslau. The city is in the grip of the Gestapo, and has become a place where spies are everywhere, corrupt ministers torture confessions from Jewish merchants, and Freemasons guard their secrets with blackmail and violence. And as Mock and his young assistant Herbert Anwaldt plunge into the city's squalid underbelly the case takes on a dark twist of the occult when the mysterious note seems to indicate a ritual killing with roots in the Crusades” (goodreads.com)

In the warsaw Ghetto

“Ala Silberman is training to be a dancer when the Germans invade Warsaw. Together with almost half a million other Jews, Ala and her family are forced into the ghetto, where she struggles with feelings of guilt at her comparative privileged circumstances. Then Ala's enigmatic teacher forms a dance company with the intention of putting on a performance for the ghetto's residents. Max Silberman, Ala's uncle, is a bachelor, who still carries the flame for the girl he knew at university. She married someone else and he hasn't seen her for over a decade. When he meets her in the ghetto and discovers she and her two children have been abandoned by her Catholic husband all his dormant hopes are incongruously revived amidst the squalor and destitution surrounding him. In the Warsaw Ghetto tells the deeply moving story of Ala and Max's struggle to preserve their aspirations in the midst of the inhumane conditions of the Warsaw ghetto, until the deportations to the death camps begin and the Jews organise themselves into a fighting force determined to oppose the Nazis.” (goodreads.com)

House of Day, House of Night

“Nowa Ruda is a small town in Silesia, an area that has been a part of Poland, Germany, and the former Czechoslovakia in the past. When the narrator moves into the area, she discovers everyone--and everything--has a story. With the help of Marta, her enigmatic neighbor, the narrator accumulates these stories, tracing the history of Nowa Ruda from the its founding to the lives of its saints, from the caller who wins the radio quiz every day to the man who causes international tension when he dies straddling the border between Poland and Czechoslovakia. Each of the stories represents a brick and they interlock to reveal the immense monument that is the town. What emerges is the message that the history of any place--no matter how humble--is limitless, that by describing or digging at the roots of a life, a house, or a neighborhood, one can see all the connections, not only with one's self and one's dreams but also with all of the universe. Richly imagined, weaving anecdote with recipes and gossip, Tokarczuk's novel is an epic of a small place. Since its publication in 1998 it has remained a bestseller in Poland. House of Day, House of Night is the English-language debut of one of Europe's best young writers.” (goodreads.com)

Death of Danzig

“Germans flee the besieged city of Danzig in 1945. Poles driven out of eastern regions controlled by the Russians move into the homes hastily abandoned by their previous inhabitants. In an area of the city graced with beech trees and a stately cathedral, the stories of old and new residents intertwine: Hanemann, a German and a former professor of anatomy, who chooses to stay in Danzig after the mysterious death of his lover; the Polish family of the narrator, driven out of Warsaw; and a young Carpathian woman who no longer has a country, her cheerful nature concealing deep wounds. Through his brilliantly defined characters, stunning evocation of place, and memorable descriptions of a world that was German but survives in Polish households, Chwin has created a reality that is beyond destruction.” (goodreads.com)

Night of flames

“Painting a vivid and terrifying picture of war-torn Europe during World War II, this tale chronicles the lives of Anna, a Krakow university professor, and her husband Jan, a Polish cavalryman. After they are separated and forced to flee occupied Poland, Anna soon finds herself caught up in the Belgian Resistance, while Jan becomes embedded in British Intelligence efforts to contact the Resistance in Poland. He soon realizes that he must seize this opportunity to search for his lost wife, Anna.” (Amazon.com)

A minor Apocalypse

“As in his novel The Polish Complex, Konwicki's A Minor Apocalypse stars a narrator and character named Konwicki, who has been asked to set himself on fire that evening in front of the Communist Party headquarters in Warsaw in an act of protest. He accepts the commission, but without any clear idea of whether he will actually go through with the self-immolation. He spends the rest of the day wandering the streets of Warsaw, being tortured by the secret police and falling in love. Both himself and Everyman, the character-author experiences the effects of ideologies and bureaucracies gone insane with, as always in history, the individual struggling for survival rather than offering himself up on the pyre of the greater good. Brilliantly translated by Richard Lourie, A Minor Apocalypse is one of the most important novels to emerge from Poland in the last twenty five years.” (goodreads.com)

The Things we cannot say

“In 1942, Europe remains in the relentless grip of war. Just beyond the tents of the Russian refugee camp she calls home, a young woman speaks her wedding vows. It’s a decision that will alter her destiny…and it’s a lie that will remain buried until the next century. Since she was nine years old, Alina Dziak knew she would marry her best friend, Tomasz. Now fifteen and engaged, Alina is unconcerned by reports of Nazi soldiers at the Polish border, believing her neighbors that they pose no real threat, and dreams instead of the day Tomasz returns from college in Warsaw so they can be married. But little by little, injustice by brutal injustice, the Nazi occupation takes hold, and Alina’s tiny rural village, its families, are divided by fear and hate. Then, as the fabric of their lives is slowly picked apart, Tomasz disappears. Where Alina used to measure time between visits from her beloved, now she measures the spaces between hope and despair, waiting for word from Tomasz and avoiding the attentions of the soldiers who patrol her parents’ farm. But for now, even deafening silence is preferable to grief. Slipping between Nazi-occupied Poland and the frenetic pace of modern life, Kelly Rimmer creates an emotional and finely wrought narrative that weaves together two women’s stories into a tapestry of perseverance, loyalty, love and honor. The Things We Cannot Say is an unshakable reminder of the devastation when truth is silenced…and how it can take a lifetime to find our voice before we learn to trust it.” (goodreads.com)

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Though it may seem bizarre today, having your heart buried apart from the rest of your body wasn’t uncommon for European aristocracy of the Middle Ages and beyond. The practice arose in part during the Crusades, when high-ranking warriors had a tendency to die in “heathen” places that weren’t seen as desirable burial locations. But transporting a whole body back to Europe made things pretty stinky, so corpses were stripped of flesh and ferried back to Europe as skeletons, with the inner organs (including the heart) removed and buried where the Crusaders had died. By the 12th century, members of the English and French aristocracy also frequently had their hearts buried separately from the rest of them.

Heart burial became less practical and more symbolic by the 17th century, partly as a religious practice associated with the Jesuits and other Counter Reformation groups. (Some scholars think the heart’s powerful symbolism became particularly important while the Catholic Church was undergoing a moment of crisis.) In Western Europe, it became common for powerful individuals, such as kings and queens, to ask that their hearts be buried in a spot they’d favored during life. In more recent years, Romantic poets and other artists also picked up the practice, which has yet to be entirely abandoned. Read on for some examples.

1. RICHARD I

Richard I, a.k.a. “Richard the Lion-Heart,” ruled as King of England 1189-99 but spent most of his reign fighting abroad, which is how he earned his reputation for military prowess. (He also may or may not have eaten the heart of a lion.) He died after being struck by a crossbow while campaigning in Chalus, France, and while most of his body was buried at Fontevraud Abbey, his heart was interred in a lead box at the Cathedral of Notre Dame in Rouen, France. The organ was rediscovered during excavations in the 1830s, and in 2012, forensic scientists examined it—now mostly reduced to a grayish-brown powder—to learn more about Richard’s precise cause of death (some think a poisoned arrow dealt the fatal blow). The crumbling heart was too decayed to tell them much about how Richard had died, but the scientists did learn about medieval burial rituals, noting the use of vegetables and spices “directly inspired by the ones used for the embalming of Christ.”

2. ROBERT THE BRUCE

Robert the Bruce, King of Scots 1306-29, asked for his heart to be buried in Jerusalem. But it didn’t get all the way there—the knight he entrusted it to, Sir James Douglas, was killed in battle with the Moors while wearing the heart in a silver case around his neck. Other knights recovered the heart from the battlefield, and brought it back to Melrose Abbey in Scotland for burial. Archeologists rediscovered what they believed to be the heart in 1920 and reburied it in a modern container; it was exhumed again in 1996, and reburied beneath the abbey’s lawn in 1998.

3. ST. LAURENCE O’TOOLE

St. Laurence O’Toole, the second archbishop of Dublin and one of that city’s patron saints, died in 1180 in France. His heart was sent back to Dublin’s Christ Church Cathedral, where it rested inside a heart-shaped wooden box within an iron cage—at least until 2012, when it was stolen. The dean of Christ Church Cathedral has speculated that the heart might have been taken by some kind of religious fanatic, since it has little economic value, and much more valuable gold and silver objects were ignored. (Weirdly, the thief, or thieves, also lit candles on one of the altars before fleeing.) The item has yet to be recovered.

4. THE PRINCE-BISHOPS OF WÜRZBURG

The prince-bishops of Würzburg (part of modern Germany) practiced a three-part burial: their corpses were usually sent to Würzburg cathedral, their intestines to the castle church at Marienberg, and their hearts, embalmed in glass jars, to what is now Ebrach Abbey. The practice was common by the 15th century, though it may go back as far as the 12th. Their funerals at the Marienberg castle also featured what may be one of history’s worst jobs: a servant was required to hold the heads of the corpses upright during the funeral, which featured the body seated upright and impaled on a pole. The funerals lasted for several days. There were more than 80 prince-bishops; a German cardiologist who made a special study of heart burial says “about 30” of their hearts found their resting places in the abbey.

5. ANNE BOLEYN

According to legend, after Anne Boleyn’s beheading in 1536, her heart was removed from her body and taken to a rural church in Erwarton, Suffolk, where the queen is said to have spent some happy days during her youth. In 1837, excavations at the church uncovered a small, heart-shaped lead casket inside a wall. The only thing inside was a handful of dust (it’s not clear whether it was actually the heart), but the casket was reburied in a vault beneath the organ, where a plaque today marks the spot.

6. LOTS OF POPES

Twenty-two hearts from various popes—from Sixtus V in 1583 to Leo XIII in 1903—are kept in marble urns at Santi Vincenzo e Anastasio a Trevi in Rome. Traditionally, the hearts were removed with the rest of the organs as part of the postmortem preservation process, and kept as relics just in case the pope became a saint.

7. FRÉDÉRIC CHOPIN

Romantic composer Frédéric Chopin died in Paris in 1849, and most of him is buried in that city’s Pere Lachaise, but he asked for his heart to be buried in his native Poland. His sister carried it back to their home country, where it is preserved in alcohol (some say cognac) within a crystal urn inside a pillar at the Church of the Holy Cross in Warsaw. In 2014, scientists conducted a late-night examination of the heart to make sure the alcohol hadn’t evaporated, although their secrecy frustrated scientists who hope to one day examine the organ for clues about what killed the composer.

8. THOMAS HARDY

The English poet and novelist Thomas Hardy wanted to be buried in his hometown of Stinsford, Dorset, but friends insisted that a burial in Westminster Abbey was the only appropriate choice for someone of Hardy’s literary prominence. But when town officials found out that Hardy’s body was destined for the abbey, they threw a fit, and so a compromise was reached—most of Hardy went to Westminster, but his heart was buried in Stinsford churchyard (where it has its own grave marker). A persistent, but unproven, story has it that a cat ate part of the heart when the doctor who was removing it got distracted; a gruesome addendum says the animal was killed and buried alongside the organ.

9. PERCY SHELLEY

When the poet Percy Shelley died sailing the Mediterranean in 1822, local quarantine regulations dictated that his body had to be cremated on the beach. But his heart allegedly refused to burn, and a friend, the adventurer Edward Trelawny, supposedly plucked it out of the flames. After a custody battle among Shelley’s friends, the heart was given to Percy’s wife Mary, who kept it until she died. Her children found it in a silk bag inside her desk, and it is now said to be buried with her at the family vault in Bournemouth, England.

10. OTTO VON HABSBURG

The powerful House of Habsburg practiced heart burial for centuries, with many of the organs buried in copper urns in Vienna’s Augustiner Church. In 2011, Otto von Habsburg, the last heir to the Austro-Hungarian Empire (which was dissolved in 1918), had his heart buried in the Benedictine Abbey in Pannonhalma, Hungary. The rest of him was buried in Vienna. The erstwhile crown prince said he wanted his heart buried in Hungary as a gesture of affection for the country—one half of his former empire.

Additional Sources: “Heart burial in medieval and early post-medieval central Europe”; Body Parts and Bodies Whole.

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You will certainly now obtain the Early Returns e-newsletter. The proprietors were really welcoming and also really handy with recommendations as well as questions as well as always offered. There are 9 entries for this community in the Gesher Galicia Family Finder. Take a look at the specific place of the bus drops in both cities, find out about separation times as well as book the ideal bus! Partager sur Facebook Tweeter Google+ 0 partages. Acronym of the record group; not all types noted are offered for all communities. The Tatra hills seen through the eyes of Youthful Poland musicians. No. The Teaching fellowship placement either need to be related either to the student's scholastic discipline or the pupil's occupation interests. Maroc: Un sit-in put dénoncer les violences sexuelles à l'encontre des femmes: L'agression .../ YIM7Ajvt0i. 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Six individuals were required to the healthcare facility Monday after an institution bus collided with a vehicle north of Cutler Bay. Nowy Targ along the Dunajec River, located in the valley below the Gorce Mountains, is the capital of the area. OPM is prohibited by legislation from handing over these functions to any company. Well, I presume we'll just need to see and wait if Hoover trouble to earn anything from that last declaration. As well as a lot of these credential owners have well-paying jobs. Zajęcia przeznaczone dla osób, które chcą rozpocząć przygodę z regularnym treningiem. If owning from Krakow, after that adhere to the indicators for Chyzne until you run out Krakow when traveling number 7 going southern. Area helpful for undemanding skiers that do not such as crowds on the inclines and want to stay clear of the queues for the lifts. It's been 2 days because Storm Irma made landfall on the Florida coast, and also slowly homeowners are grabbing the pieces. 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No. When authorizing their Pathways MOU with OPM for engagement in the Pathways Programs, the Pathways Programs regulations are clear and companies have actually committed to fulfilling program needs. Samodzielny trening zalecamy osobom już zaawansowanym, nie polecamy tej opcji osobom dopiero rozpoczynającym treningi lub nie czującym się pewnie w programowaniu własnych treningów. To please the Pathways Programs public alert requirement located in 5 CFR 326.104( c)( 6)( iii) as well as 362.105( b), a company should initially provide OPM information regarding the job possibilities it means to load via Pathways and just how it means to upload the chance. Bank on Guy Utd to win versus Everton as well as obtain maximize odds ehanced to 25/1! If less than three individuals remain in the finest quality category, the company could merge the highest possible as well as second finest quality category into a new group - supplied that all preference eligible experts from both classifications are noted ahead of the non-preference eligibles in the freshly merged category. Lasting Heritage: Marines Unveil Mural at Marine Week Detroit Sept Pastoral in Podhala of Poland, outside music, normally sung as well as unmetered. Several US kennels are utilizing it successfully on dogs to prevent coccidia episodes. And also if you want to avoid the crowds, they supply a great chance to get a flavour of the area. However, this vulnerability still poses excellent risk to any kind of iphone gadget before version 10, as it is does not call for any kind of communication from the customers, or setup of any kind of kind on the targeted gadget. The susceptability resides in the PAN account of the Bluetooth pile, and also makes it possible for the assailant to create a malicious network user interface on the target's tool, re-configure IP transmitting and require the device to transmit all interaction with the malicious network user interface. It's a quiet initiative to make Trump comply with White Home decision-making norms he's flouted without making him really feel shackled or from the loophole. The reason for Churkin's death has actually not yet been launched. Sofascore livescore offer you hockey livescore, tables, stats, fixutres as well as results from NHL, SHL, KHL as well as we additionally give national Finland hockey organizations, Sweden hockey leagues, Slovakia hockey organizations, Czech hockey leagues, league tables, objective scorers, thirds and also final icehockey results live. 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OPM did not mean using certificate programs to allow agencies to select individuals registered basically term certificate programs" that are not needed for the placement or which did not have sufficient scholastic roughness. The town is a fantastic base for the Tatras, Pieniny, Lake Czorsztyńskie and Babia Góra. Polska has plenty of history and also the Polish are wonderful enthusiasts of expertise of the previous so you will find many museums in the nation. The public hearing will certainly be held on Tuesday, October 10, at 6pm, at the Blasco Collection. 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No. Agencies may develop agency-specific qualification needs, or make use of the OPM credentials needs for the competitive solution in place of the Team Coverage Qualification Standard for Schedule D, Path Internship Settings. A bus going from Nowy Targ to Vienna will give off half the CO2 released by a train, and also significantly less than a car or an aircraft. The Małopolska Voivodship (Little Poland) was created in 1989 and also lies in the south of Poland. CNBC's Jon Fortt took a seat with some hefty players in Silicon Valley to discuss entrepreneurship, venture capital and scaling start-ups. The Parks 101 series focuses on checking out the lesser-known stories of national park websites to commemorate the National forest's 101st birthday. Mieszkanie idealne dla osób które planują aktywnie spędzić czas w okolicach Nowego Targu. The have to communicate findings from vast datasets in ways that make them user-friendly as well as understandable to others, normally using information visualization; and. Developed more than 3 decades ago, the program draws in and selects from amongst the best candidates as well as is designed to create a cadre of prospective Federal Government leaders. Google Express already works with Bed Bath & Beyond, Costco, Kohl's, PetSmart, Staples, Target, Toys R Us, as nowy targ well as Walgreens, TechCrunch notes. When you see the signs of diarrhea the coccidia has actually done its damages and also left the young puppy, so all you are dealing with the young puppy for is the signs and symptoms of coccidia and also offering anti-biotics for bacterial infections. Some of the larger communities and cities will certainly additionally have hostels. Livescore at offers you actual time hockey reasults for greater than 70 ice hockey tournaments, cups and also leagues. Plant around the building, water and also closeness of the nature conduce to clear one's mind and loosen up, while constrained, secured properties with garage gives the concept of safety and also privacy. . Drag to highlight several components of the screen. Krakow's previous Jewish area of Kazimierz is an aesthetic delight as well as has many renaissance buildings to admire. In such a large city, gastronomic options prevail. PRICELINE,, NAME YOUR PERSONAL COST, THE MEDIATOR, PRICELINE NEGOTIATOR, EXPRESS BARGAINS, PRICEBREAKERS, and also TONIGHT-ONLY BARGAINS are solution marks or registered service marks of LLC. Now, if you haven't satisfied this before, it is fairly simply: whale vomit - the puke of an animal! Each company needs to sign an Individual Agreement with the Intern that sets forth the expectations for the internship. Inspect if you have access with your login credentials or your institution. 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BlueBorne can offer any type of malicious objective, such as cyber reconnaissance, information burglary, ransomware, and even developing large botnets out of IoT gadgets like the Mirai Botnet or mobile phones just like the r e c e n t WireX Botnet The BlueBorne assault vector exceeds the abilities of the majority of strike vectors by permeating safe air-gapped" networks which are detached from other network, consisting of the web. PTTK - Gloss Vacationer as well as Sightseeing Culture is a non-profit organisation that you will certainly locate in many locations in Poland. I have directly utilized Marquis 3 years on over 300 young puppies and also no longer fight coccidia. If you favor to stay in a much more rural location there are a variety of Agro" style of accommodation position on ranches and in the countryside plus there might be camp sites close by. 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Agencies can not select a non-preference eligible expert over a preference eligible veteran with an equivalent or higher rating without undergoing the applicable pass over procedures. Instruments could be determined also if they are not established to discoverable" setting. Zakopane mimo natłoku ma swój niepowtarzalny urok - jestem tam carbon monoxide roku. Lesser Poland Voivodeship, Poland, 49.48 ° N 20.03 ° E 595m asl. Le cerveau des personnes qui en souffrent est sous-développé dans cinq régions liées aux émotions. Trainee NTE positions are to be made use of to finish short-lived tasks, perform labor-intensive tasks not calling for subject-matter experience, or fill up conventional summertime tasks. From ease, several companies have adopted a group rating-like process. The cottage is a superb starting point in Gorce, Tatry and even Pieniny. Two various other Disney titles, including the live-action Elegance and the Monster, will also be offered on the streaming service. As soon as you make it up the roadway the cabin itself is well equipped, the timber burning stove was specifically good, so cozy! Eventually, the ERB certification procedure ensures each Fellow has completed a minimum of 160 hrs of training as part of the program needs. The Board comprises reps of Federal companies worried about geographical information, populace, ecology, and also monitoring of public lands. They pursue their passions in countless trainee clinical organizations which run in every department of the Organization. Bulgarian cylindrical, double-headed bass drum, played with a huge stick in one hand and a thin wand in the various other. The Federal Profession Commission said today it has no plans to stand in the Seattle leviathan's method, as the merging postures no apparent violation of federal antitrust laws. Just reserved in Zakopane: 36 guesthouses like Pensjonat Podhale were simply scheduled on our site. Nearby are terrific areas for strolling and Nordic strolling, cross-country snowboarding. We regularly get ask for information about our clients and also their Apple devices from police. It looks like you just aimed to get in a non-countryName telephone number. Your home is wonderfully embellished as well as fully outfitted with every little thing you require. A previous Grandview Secondary school security guard, Broderick Lundie, faces three charges in link with sexual offense allegations involving a student at the Aurora institution. Last minute reservation after a cancellation near Zakopane. We were happy to discover Nowy Targ as well as treking routes close to the city. It's additionally very easy to discover video highlights as well as news from one of the most preferred sporting activities organizations worldwide. If you booked through us and also want to leave a testimonial, please check in first. Whatever was fantastic, other than wi-fi at times did not function correctly. Principal information officer David Webb will be changed by Mark Rohrwasser, that has actually led Equifax International IT procedures since signing up with the business in 2016. The imperfection permits the assailant to send a set of crafted requests to the server, causing it to disclose memory bits in response. Countries create strategies around a series of reforms and financial investments likely to enhance individuals's lives from universal education and learning to passable roads, from top quality healthcare to enhanced governance and inclusive financial development. Fantastic to communicate with, constantly extremely accountable, also when I got shed he explained where to go as well as overall incredible to collaborate with! Please add at least one grownup prior to proceeding with your booking. Residential or commercial property partners ought to not post on behalf of guests or deal incentives in exchange for reviews. 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