Whaling Ship Captain's Lover Part 3

WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN"S LOVER part 3 Now Jorgie met a new love He begged to make her wife First, they’d fetch her small boy to start a fresh new life. So East they went to Minot To find her cousin there But when they came to his big house His smile for them was spare. The cousin was not happy To relinquish that fine boy He said his wife would waste away Without her greatest joy And Jorgie, solemn, studied them The woman and the child & Wept with great compassion Her broken heart ran wild. Determined to do justice Twas no one she could blame Jorgie hugged the boy good bye Her soul in raging flame. She bid the woman love him And tell him she was aunt And with her newfound husband, John, Departed pale and gaunt. Now John, he was a good man Who worshiped his new wife They agreed to keep a secret About her former life And so away the years passed Son came after son Jorgie had a fresh life They built a solid home. Each month she mailed the letters To the ‘cousin’ in the west She parceled up the photos true siblings in their best But Sadness haunted Jorgie’s eyes She tried to hide it well But her husband knew her--- She had him in her spell. So sad she was and so forlorn He needed to confide To someone who could help him to cheer his cherished bride. And so he told his sister His wife had longed to see From her past her loved ones--- Her own sweet family. So sister Lena planned a scheme— For Jorgie wild and free the gift would be a great surprise And John he did agree. They would take the children Aboard the westbound train Jump the train at Minot To see the boy again. Wait they must til autumn For Jorgie twas the best In May would be a newborn babe Nuzzling at her breast Then hit the plague of ‘17 Entire towns were dead— And in their midst was Jorgie-- With her newborn-- cold, in bed. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Note: Jorgie : (pronounced Yor’ gee) was a nickname Her name: Sena Jorgine Larsen My father’s mother. The baby named Clara. My was nearly 4 when they died. His father, John Anderson—Jorgie’s husband , never remarried. He lived to be in his 70’s. His sister, my great aunt, Lena Anderson Hildebrandt, told me this story in 1971. PS THERE IS ANOTHER PART TO THIS IF ANYONE WANTS TO READ IT LET ME KNOW. I DON'T WANT TO BORE ANYONE TO DEATH! vat