Orphan Stories

My papa diedMy mama diedWere carried offBy men in whiteScary men with masksI don't feel wellBut I must dwellIn dust and dirtA lonely hellThey see, but no-one asks They will not aidThey are afraidThat I'm the oneTo seal their fateWith sickness they all fearI think they careBut they don't dareTo pick me upAnd bring me thereWhere medicine is near I hear them sayJust let him stayHe'll bring diseaseKeep him awayAway from those...

Tom by 1941aaa I was orphaned at an early age and was most fortunate to be taken in by Peter and Mary Withers, for I took the place of the child they never had. Peter was the gamekeeper for Lord Carlton on his estate in Wiltshire and Mary helped out in the house when they had guests, which was mostly in the shooting season. We lived in the lodge at the entrance to the estate and were about a mile from the small village do...

Scene 4 A month laterMay’s bed is gone and its place at right is now taken by three tables, each of slightly different size, placed end to end. These are covered by three spotless white tablecloths. Upon the center table, amidst a large array of papers, pens and a stack of manila folders there is a jug of water with a slice of lemon floating in it but no ice. Three glasses accompany the jug. Behind the tables sit Miss Whi...

Scene 2 The Next Day May is seen sitting on a stool at her bench, reading her book, a smile upon her face. She now hears approaching footsteps and hides the book down the front of her dress. She then picks up a needle and thread and proceeds to mend a sock. Enter Sister Agatha with a pile of clothes in need of mending, which she puts down on the bench. Sister Agatha : (cheerfully) Good morning May, keeping busy? May : Goo...