Excerpt
Time for an excerpt. Here's one from my newest book, The Heart of Matthew McLeod.
THE MEETING OF the Frazier Bay Restoration Society took place in the church hall on Frazier Bay Road and had been in progress for well over one hour.
Anna Cameron
sat on a wooden seat alongside her friend Tessa McLeod, surrounded by several
dozen people, most of whom she didn’t know.
She focused
her attention on the man standing at the lectern in front of them: the
arm-waving and white-bearded Jonas Piper, proclaiming his suggestions on how to
encourage more people to visit their quiet part of the South Island. His ideas
were more suited to big cities rather than an out-of-the-way small town with a dwindling
and ageing population but his enthusiasm was infectious.
Tessa pushed a
folded-up square of paper into Anna’s hand and whispered, “Read it.”
It was like
being in high school, Anna mused, except Anna had never been one to pass or
receive notes. She unfolded the paper and read, Gabe’s here with his cousin.
He’s looking at you.
Anna handed
the note back and murmured, “What has your husband looking at me got to do with
anything?”
Tessa rolled
her eyes and began to write another note.
“We’re not in
school, you could actually tell me,” Anna whispered. Tessa wouldn’t have been
the type to write notes either. Like her, she’d have taken studying seriously.
A-grade seriously.
“You girls?”
Shona McHardy leant forward from the seat behind and demanded in a low voice,
“Are you both paying attention to Jonas? His ideas are the sort of thing you
young ones should be thinking about for Frazier Bay.”
“We’re not
young ones,” Tessa muttered out the side of her mouth. “We are mature,
educated, professional women.”
“Then what are
you passing notes for? I may be eighty-three on my next birthday but I’m not
blind, you know.”
She settled
back as Jeb Fisher shooshed them, and Tessa passed Anna the new note.
“No time,”
Anna said as Mayor Bob Warrington stood up from his seat. “I’m next.”
Bob made his
way to the lectern, with considerable slowness due to his gout and dodgy knee.
“Thank you,
Jonas,” he said wryly. “I’m sure we appreciate your hearty suggestions. We’ll
take them to the committee and see which ones we can take on board.” He added,
“If any.”
Bemused
chuckles broke out, Jonas gave a grin as he took his seat, and Bob gestured for
Anna to make her way to the front.
“Now it’s
time,” he introduced, “for our last speaker of the evening. I think you all
know Anna by now. She works in the library over at Kingston Falls and today
she’s offered to tell us a bit about this mystery photo album that turned up.
Let’s welcome Anna.”
There was a
smattering of claps and an over-the-top whistle from Tessa as Anna made her way
up to the stage where the laptop was set up. She plugged in her USB, brought up
the PowerPoint, adjusted the data projector, and gave her notes a quick glance.
They were bullet-pointed but she wouldn’t need them. She had lived and breathed
the photo album for the past month and now she hoped someone here might be able
to tell her something, tell her anything about it.
Tessa gave her
an encouraging grin, Nessie Sweetman held both thumbs up, Anna checked the
opening slide on the screen behind her, and she began.
“Thank you,
everyone, for the opportunity to speak about the photo album which is, as Bob
mentioned, a mystery. We have no idea who it belonged to or who the people in
the photographs are, but I hope that some of you here might be able to shed
some light and maybe even recognise something familiar in the photos.” She
moved to a slide of the album cover itself.
“The album was
handed into the library last month. It was found in a farmhouse quite a way out
west of Frazier Bay. The couple renovating the house—”
“I have a
question,” Nessie interrupted as she rose to her feet. “What are the ages of
this couple? Are they young people with children who might like to get involved
with life here in the Bay?”
Anna pictured
the Kennards. “In-between,” she said. “In their early fifties, I’d say. They
moved from Dunedin when their children left home, to try their hand on a
lifestyle block.”
Nessie
harrumphed, sat back down and folded her arms.
Anna flicked
to the next slide. “Their house is an early 1900s farm house and it was when
they remodeled the kitchen they discovered the album behind a fake wall. It
looked as if the wall had been created to make a small storage area but at some
time had been plastered over and painted with no sign of the existing door.
There was furniture and there were stacks of books, including this one photo
album.”
She set the
slide show to move through the images. “We can date these to the 1930s and 40s
from the hair styles and fashion but also because in one photograph there is a
copy of the Frazier Bay Bulletin and we made out the date. January 1943. The
people appear to be from the same family and were photographed over a decade or
so.” She paused at a slide showing two photographs. “On the left the girl looks
to be around three-years-old, and on the right, she’s maybe around twelve.”
“What a cheeky
girl,” Nessie announced. “She reminds me of myself when I was that age.”
Jonas snorted
in disbelief, and Anna looked away from the image. There was so much in the
girl’s face and in her happy expression that reminded Anna of Sophia—
She focused on
the faces in front of her. “There is nothing to identify the family in the
album, no names or dates, and nothing written on the back of the photos or on
the pages.”
She moved
through a few more slides. “There are no landmarks that can identify where the
photos were taken and there is nothing to acknowledge who the photographer
was.”
“Somebody in
the family?” Bob called out.
“That’s
possible,” Anna said, “but these are professional photographs for their time.
Everything about them screams they were taken by someone who knew what they
were doing. I’ve been in touch with a few photographic experts and
interestingly, there was one name that cropped up.”
She flicked to
a different series of photos. “These images are the work of a New Zealand
photographer called Blaine St James. He’s not well-known but in the last few
years a collection of his work was discovered and museums are piecing together
private donations to come up with a picture of the man.”
There was a
perceptible shift in the crowd and Anna went on, “He worked in the North Island
around the late 1930s but he doesn’t appear to have worked this far south at
all.”
Nessie said, “Maybe
he lived around these parts even if he didn’t do any paid work down here?”
“He could
have,” Anna agreed, “but the problem is that he seems to have stopped
photography after the war, and there are no official records of a Blaine St
James living in New Zealand. We’re led to assume the name was a pseudonym for
his photography work and not his real identity. He’s a mystery. Just as,” she
said, stopping the slideshow on a group shot of the ten children, “this family
is a mystery, too.”
“Then how did the
album end up in a house around here?” Jeb Fisher piped up.
Anna shrugged.
“Hard to say. I traced the history of the house back to three previous owners,
thinking they could be this family, but that was a dead end. I’ve shown it to
the historical society up in Kingston Falls but no one there could help. I do
have some radio interviews coming up, and we’re digitising more images to go up
on the library website. I’m hoping someone will be able to identify who they
are.” She glanced back at the photo of the family and said, “If Blaine St James
is the photographer, this could be his family. However, if any of these
children are still alive, they would be well into their nineties.”
“Nothing wrong
with being in our nineties,” Jeb called out again.
“Easy for you
to say,” Jonas Piper protested to hoots of laughter.
Anna smiled,
pleased the presentation had provoked their interest. “If any of this jogs a
memory, do let me know.” She set the slide show to continue and said, “And
thank you all, for your time.”
Applause broke
out, Anna let out a relieved breath and she gathered her papers. The note Tessa
had given her was there but she glanced up as Bob approached the table.
He gave her an
appreciative wink before he addressed the crowd. “I’m opening the floor up for discussion
on any other points. We need to talk about the fair on Sunday which as you all
know is to raise funds for the society, and Nessie specifically wants to speak
to the cake stall.” He reached for his mayoral mallet and banged it on the
table. “Be warned. Stick to your time and watch your language.”
“That’s abuse
of power, Mayor,” Nessie called out, and Anna unfolded the paper and read the
note.
Gabe’s not
looking. It’s his cousin Matthew. Seems interested!
Anna looked up
curiously and scanned the small crowd. It took a moment to sight Gabe in the
back row, his head turned as he chatted to a partially-obscured man next to
him. Even obscured, he looked unfamiliar, and didn’t resemble anyone she’d met
around here.
The person in
front shifted, Gabe’s cousin came into full view, and then his gaze clashed
with Anna’s.
Anna let out a low breath as the chatter around her seemed to vanish into white noise. She recognised him.
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