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Heather Parker
'Do you know
if you're getting a birthday card from the Queen?' asked Sarah, as she helped
the old lady dress.
Kate shook
her head vehemently. 'Not if my
grandchildren know what's good for them.
They know exactly how I feel about the Royals, so if they want my money…'
Sarah was
shocked. 'I thought all old people
liked the Queen.'
'I'm not all
old people,' muttered Kate angrily.
'I'm me.'
The young
carer raised her eyebrows. 'I bet
you were a handful in your younger days, Kate Meadows.'
'Thank you,
dear,' beamed Kate. 'One does one's
best.'
Sarah
chuckled and went to see if any cards had arrived at Reception.
'How is our
birthday girl?' asked Simon, as he sorted the post.
'Oh,
cantankerous as ever,' grinned Sarah.
'I think she's wonderful!'
The manager
snorted. 'You don't have to sort
out her complaints. I'm beginning
to think she's on a schedule.
Monday it's the food, Tuesday the television in the next room's too loud…
And yesterday I was in trouble for letting the vicar in to visit her.
She told him she didn't need spiritual guidance, thank you very much.
She was a Communist!'
Sarah burst
out laughing but realised that was a mistake.
Simon didn't have much of a sense of humour.
'Anyway this
should keep her happy,' he muttered, pulling out the large official -looking
envelope.
Sarah gazed
at it in horror. How on earth was
she going to tell Kate?
'I'm sure
they meant well,' said Sarah nervously.
'Fiddlesticks!' replied Kate, outraged.
'It's a nasty, stupid joke.
I've been a Republican all my life and they ought to know that!
Those parasites sit in their palaces, looking down on the rest of us.
Am I supposed to feel honoured because some poor lackey in an office
sends me this?'
She threw the offending object down on
the bed in disgust. Sarah realised
Kate wasn't just angry, she was upset.
She watched the old woman wipe a tear away quickly.
She found it hard to understand but she was concerned.
'Come on,
Kate, sit down a minute. What's all
this really about? Why does the
card bother you so much?'
Kate sighed
and carefully lowered herself onto the bed next to Sarah.
'I'm not
sure I can explain it. I feel as if
no-one sees me anymore, Sarah. Not
just the old woman living in this room but the girl I used to be when I was in
my twenties. She's still here
inside me, you know, but nobody
sees her. Did you know I was once
on the Jarrow March? Now I'm just
an old lady who should like the Queen and Songs of Praise.
They don't see the woman who tried to kill herself in 1941 - or was
arrested in 1972 for demonstrating against the Vietnam War.
It's as if she never existed.'
Sarah was
astonished. 'You were arrested?'
Kate smiled
for a moment. 'That's more shocking
than trying to kill myself, is it?'
'No, I
didn't mean that. Why did you do
it, Kate?'
'Because my
first husband was killed in the war and I didn't want to live without him,' she
said simply. 'I couldn't imagine
ever loving anyone else.'
'But you
did,' said Sarah, glancing at the photograph of Kate's second husband by the
bed.
'Yes I did
eventually but I was lonely for a long time.
I threw myself into my studies at
'So when did
you meet Tom?'
'When I was
forty and my mother had written me off.'
Sarah
laughed. 'It's quite fashionable to
be single nowadays.'
'Well, it
wasn't then. Although I wasn't
alone. A whole generation of women
had lost the men they loved in the first bloody war, let alone that one.'
'Is that why
you became a peace campaigner?' asked Sarah.
Kate nodded.
'It was the start of it I suppose.
And how I came to be arrested in the seventies.
Twice.'
'What did
Tom think about that?'
'Oh, he
understood. He was arrested five
times.'
Sarah
smiled. 'I think I'm beginning to
understand. And the people who
really know you aren't here any longer, are they?'
Kate shook
her head. 'I sometimes wish I
wasn't either. I'm lonely without
them, Sarah, and my family only comes because they have to.
Don't get me wrong, I don't blame them for a second.
It's natural. They've got
busy lives and more than enough problems of their own.
But I wish there was someone who could see who I really am.
I still care about the troubles in
Sarah
nodded. 'I remember.
She said you were being impossible and that you should act your age.'
Kate glanced
at her. 'See what I mean?
What is my age anyway? I
still feel nineteen. But my body is
a hundred.'
Sarah
thought about Kate all morning and wondered what she could do to help.
She knew some of the grandchildren were coming at
'Really,
Sarah, I wish you'd told me. What
if the relatives don't approve?'
'It's Kate's
birthday; surely she's the one that matters,' retorted Sarah crossly.
She didn't really care what Simon thought.
Her friend had been very enthusiastic and promised to have everything
ready in time. The party was
certainly going to be interesting.
'At least
they'll think we made an effort for her birthday,' suggested Sarah, and Simon
brightened a little. He went to
make sure there were fresh flowers around and to find a certain odd bottle of
wine for the table.
'What
ghastly things have you got planned for today?' asked Kate rudely.
Simon
reminded himself it was her birthday.
'Wait and
see. We don't want to spoil the
surprise, do we?'
'Is that the
royal we?' queried Kate, but the manager left to make a phone call.
'Kate, you
can be a pain,' said Sarah. 'You
goad that poor man.'
'I need a
hobby, don't I?'
The door to
the lounge opened and a stream of Kate's descendants trooped in.
'Heavens,
what have I done?' murmured Kate.
'I used to fight for population control but it seems I've produced enough heirs
to populate
Sarah
gurgled. 'Act nice for once.'
Kate rose to
her feet with difficulty and received the hugs and pecks from the family with
fortitude. She didn't recognise
most of them, but she could always play the age card.
People made allowances when you were a hundred.
They assumed you must have lost a modicum of marbles even if your mind
was razor-sharp, as Kate's was.
Simon
reappeared, beaming broadly. 'On
behalf of Willowmere Residential Home, I would like to mark Mrs Meadows' one
hundredth birthday with a little party.
Our friends in the kitchen have baked a cake and we managed to find a
special vintage in the wine cellar.'
He allowed
time for the polite titter. The
bottle of wine from the supermarket bore the name Chateau 100.
Sarah watched Kate's face but it was expressionless.
'And now I'm
sure you'd all like to join me in a chorus of Happy Birthday to You.'
Oh no,
thought Sarah. Not a birthday card
from the Queen and a singsong.
Suddenly
Kate made a strange strangled sound.
Then she started to laugh.
The family stared at her in horror.
It was so embarrassing. Obviously
it must be dementia or Alzheimer's but couldn't it have held off until tomorrow?
The door opened and another group of party guests entered the room,
carrying cameras and recording equipment.
The family gazed at them with apprehension.
Surely they wouldn't show someone like that on television?
An hour
later, Kate held centre stage in the lounge as the interviewer from the local
television station started to read from his book.
'Kate
Meadows, you were born in December
The
interviewer paused and watched his subject.
'But these are only the bare bones of your life, Kate.
I'm afraid we didn't have enough time to find out much more.
We'd like you to put the flesh on those bones now.
Tell us what your life was really like?
How did it feel to be imprisoned?
You are living history, Kate.
We need to start appreciating people like you, and valuing them.
Will you help us?'
Kate glanced
across at Sarah and smiled. 'Oh,
yes,' she breathed quietly. 'I have
so much I can tell you. But your
girlfriend forgot to tell you about my part in the General Strike.
And when I went on the Jarrow March.'
'How did you
know?' Sarah asked.
'I haven't
been around a hundred years without picking up something about human nature,'
she smiled. 'But thank you anyway.'
She turned back to the camera.
'So where do you want me to start?
As you might have gathered, I've never been very good at acting my age.
If you do that, you really get old.'
Kate went on
to surprise everyone in the room with her stories, her face alight as she
remembered those times, good and bad.
Some of her family looked shocked by her criminal activities but the
younger members were obviously impressed.
Who would have thought their great-grandmother was such a maverick?
Two days
later Kate died. Everyone else expressed their regrets and the family returned
for the funeral. Only Sarah wasn't
sorry. She knew Kate was sad and
lonely and ready to die. But she
left a final message for Sarah. The
birthday card from the Queen was waiting for her in Simon's office the morning
after the funeral and Sarah opened it and read the shaky words.
"Dear Sarah,
you can't understand how much my birthday meant to me.
For so many years I felt as though I were invisible.
Just an old lady with a crochet rug wrapped round her in the corner of
the lounge. Can you understand how
lonely that was? But you let them
see me again. All my grandchildren,
the other residents - at last they
know who I really am. I've known
happiness and I've known tragedy just as they have and I'm still me.
Perhaps you've helped others like me.
I'm still lonely and I'm ready to go.
But I wanted you to know you made me happy, Sarah.
Love Kate
P.S.
I was arrested for throwing flour at George the Sixth.
I can't quite remember why just at the moment.
But that's why I don't like the Royals."