Ailsa had been unwell for a few weeks and from being always top of her class, she wasn't able to keep up. That's all we knew. One day we came home from school and said "Where's Ailsa?" And our mother who wasn't one to muck round answered "She's at boarding school. She started today!" What a shock for us and for a while we went around lost and troubled by this disappearance of our much admired sister. She was allowed to write home once a week and we each had our turn at reading and re-reading her letters about her new life. Mum had decided that Ailsa was unable to study with so many young children in our small house wanting her attention, so she had removed her to a new atmosphere. We were so shocked! I wonder how young Ailsa felt to be suddenly removed from us all without warning, and dropped into this entirely unknown atmosphere.
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.