Introduction
The Summer of 1941 was also significant to a group of six friends from a small town in South Carolina, called Bedford Falls as it was the beginning of the rest of their lives. Freshly returned home for the summer from college, these friends reconnect, romances are formed as friendships are tested and strengthened, yet no one knows what is just waiting round the corner for these friends as America is thrust into the grips of yet another war. What will happen to you is unclear, whether you will survive the war remains in the hands of something far greater than any of us, yet you remember the song, the song that will make even the bleakest of outcome look optimistic…
We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again
Some sunny day
Keep smiling through
Just like you always do
'Till the blue skies
Drive the dark clouds far away
So, will you please say hello
To the folks that I know
Tell them I won't be long
They'll be happy to know
That as you saw me go
I was singing this song
We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again
Some sunny day
Keep smiling through
Just like you always do
'Till the blue skies
Drive the dark clouds far away
So, will you please say hello
To the folks that I know
Tell them I won't be long
They'll be happy to know
That as you saw me go
I was singing this song
We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again
Some sunny day...
The town of Bedford Falls, South Carolina is a beautiful and bustling little place with plenty of places to keep the younger generations happy and entertained; even if you leave you will always find yourself drawn back to the little town. Once a small, dusty farming town which relied on local produce to survive but the war in Europe seemed like a blessing in disguise for Bedford, when a local tycoon opened up an ammunition factory on the outskirts to sell to the allies. The factory brought many jobs and helped the town flourish into a booming haven. Many new businesses opened, such as restaurants, dance halls, pictures, bars, shops, anything you like, they have or is being built.
Evelyn Fontaine
Gunner Gregory
Deliah Whittington
Henry Buford
Bonnie Pheldman
Sebastian Davis
Loretta Ipsume
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"I have been done for about 3 months now with school, but have been traveling, trying to see if maybe I can bring some new industries here. I just don't have the head for business like my father did though. So I think I need to start from the ground up...or something like that."
He hadn't even admitted that much to himself, because well Sebastian was stubborn, he didn't want to be seen as a failure. His father left him with just enough guilt that he wouldn't abandon Bedford Falls, even if he had same thoughts that Evie did. He wanted to move, more out to California then Hawaii, but out there there was still room enough for a man to make a name for himself without having to sit in the shadow of someone else.
"And you don't go moving to Hawaii anytime soon, or I'd be a might lonely without you or your brother here."
She had brought back some good memories with just her smile, but she wasn't that pipsqueak of a girl anymore. So he took a slight step back, as people passing by could have been getting the wrong idea and you know how people in small town's like to talk. No she wasn't a pipsqueak in the least, and that thought scared him a little bit.
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Henry waited patiently while the lovely Ms.Pheldman did business with Mr.Duvick. Henry had grown accustomed to waiting more than most, being black and all in a white man's town. Plus it was just common human decency to wait one's turn. Henry shifted his gaze about the hardware shop until he settled back upon the windows, or rather what was beyond them. Henry swallowed hard as he saw a figure, a very distinct figure of a man approaching the hardware store. The half-limping, slightly overweight, middle-aged figure of Sheriff Crawley strapped in his ever so prim uniform.
Had one of the townsfolk told the sheriff they saw a black man in town? Or was Henry just plain unlucky? Henry quickly pretended to focus on something else as the door creaked open and the bell jingled.
"Well, well, what hav' we'a'here? What'cha doin' in town, boy?" the sheriff croaked in an oily voice filled with haughty scorn.
Henry gulped and said, "Sir, I was ju-"
"You look at me when I'm a talkin' to you, ya' hear me boy?!" Crawley interrupted.
Henry turned to face the sheriff in as neutral of a manner possible, made eye contact and-
"Now di' I say you could look me in the eye, boy?" the sheriff cracked.
Henry dropped his head to his chest, focused on his dusty shoes and continued with his explanation. "Sir, I mean no trouble. I-I jus' was here to pick up some matches."
The sheriff guffawed and said, "So ya' can go commit arson? Not on my watch, boy. Ain't no matches here for you, ain't that right, Bill?"
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Henry explained his business, at which the sheriff sputtered or laughed, maybe both. Bill wasn't sure, but in that same instant Crawley was staring at him. "Ain't that right, Bill?"
Bill set the package down on the counter and scooted it to his left. He set both his hands on the counter, about shoulder width apart, and leaned forward slightly. Just enough to insinuate a firm stance for the law-man. "Well, with all due respect Sheriff, I'd say I do have big ol' boxes of matches back here. And I'd have to say, that any man or woman with enough money to pay for a book or two can buy some. Anything else in the store, same story. So, with all due respect, Sheriff Crawley, unless you'd care to purchase something, door's that way." Bill paused and grinned, taking a final drag of the dying cigarette he'd left. "I'm sure there's a empty chair at the barber shop, if you're just looking to shoot the breeze."
Bill pulled out a box from beneath the counter, full of match boxes. He turned his eyes from Crawley to Henry. He slowly turned his eyes back on Crawley. He wasn't about to let this kind of crap happen on his watch, not in his family's store. No matter his Grandfather's or father's views, even they'd considered everyone equal when it came to business. William himself believed in a bigger equality, a full equality. And, in true Irish fashion, Bill wasn't one to budge on his beliefs for anyone. Or any circumstances.
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"And you don't go moving to Hawaii anytime soon, or I'd be a might lonely without you or your brother here." Hearing those words brought a laugh to her lips "No need to worry Sebastian, I wouldn't dream of leavin' you here all on your lonesome" she smirked playfully "Besides I don't think he would like his little sister spoiling his time there."
"Oh I nearly forgot are you going to ole' Gellah's sons leaving do tonight at Stork? Because I was thinking, maybe you would like to go together?" she asked shyly.
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Maybe it was he because he was home, or maybe it was seeing Evie and just talking to someone who didn't tear him down, but he was actually sort of happy for the first time in a long while. It would probably disappear once he actually got home and faced his mother. That woman had a way of scaring the wings off a mosquito (if one had the guts to actually get near her pearly white skin.)
He closed his mind off of that thought because it was just a bridge he would have to cross when he got to it. "Ole' Gellah's son actually leaving...thought that boy would be a permanent resident or something, yes I would love to attend with you, Evie."
Damn why hadn't it crossed his mind to ask her...he knew his mother told him about the get together well he thinks she did anyways.
"I can come by and pick you up at your house around 7."
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"Ev?" her youngest brother, Patrick's voice caught her attention "I really should be getting back inside, mother will think I've ran off to New York again" she laugh weakly "i'll see you tonight Sebastian" she spoke placing a light kiss on his cheek "oh and do say hello to your mother for me" she gave him one final smile before walking back towards her brother, placing an arm across his shoulders "mention a word of that to pa and I'll have your hide" she said sternly but playfully.
Patrick laughed, glancing back at the man in question he recognized him as one of Harry's friends "would I drop you in it like that sis?" he chuckled.
Evelyn raised an eyebrow at him "hmm if it benefited you, you would" she stated as the walked back inside the restaurant, clipping the back of his head playfully before smiling "Missed you the most Pat" she winked at her youngest brother "you know you really should come and visit me more up in New York."
"You serious Ev? What about if I moved up there with ya?" he asked hopefully.
Evelyn shrugged she honestly couldn't see the problem "I would love to have but you have to work on Papa first, it was hard enough convincing him to let me go!"
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Henry wasn't sure he could stomach the thought.
Suddenly Henry felt an arm slide through the gab between the crook of his elbow and his ribs. He looked up to see Ms.Pheldman's smile that glowed with equal parts warmth and defiance. "Besides sheriff, Henry here was bein' so kind as to help me get this tool back to my daddy's farm, weren't yah Henry?"
Henry cranked his head to stare at teh sheriff's hands which were quaking. Whether his hands trembled in shock or rage Henry couldn't tell. The sheriff opened his mouth to speak, closed it promptly, then exhaled as he said, "Well now. I guess that's aw'right. An honest business man has right to sell to whom, or what he wants. But," the sheriff jabbed a threatening finger at Henry, "you do so much as lay a finger on the missus here and I will have you in irons faster th'n a bell clapper in a goose's behind. You hear me, boy?"
Henry had no idea what a bell clapper was, or how it even remotely related to geese but the tone of the sheriff's voice, the context in which spoke, and the way his hand rested eagerly on the the revolver holster at his hip told Henry everything he needed to know. Not that he had at all planned on doing ill to any one, especially not Ms.Pheldman.
"You have a nice day, Mr.Duvick. Say 'ello to your father for me. I'm sure I'll be seein' him real soon down at the office for your new shop license." Crawley said with an oily chuckle as he showed himself to the door.
A relieving moment fill only with the distant calls of blue jays and the fleeting skid-step of the sheriff passed before Henry started breathing again. He had never seen the sheriff stood up like that before. Henry turned to his two rescuer's and said, "I say I ain't neva' seen Crawely laid so low in the ditch! My thanks. Now if the sheriff gives y'all any trouble though don't let no bad come t'you 'cause of me."
Henry uncoiled his arm from Bonnie's and retrieved the bills and coins from his overall's breast pocket. Mr.McNair's and his own, $3 in total. "I'd like two boxes of matches, please sir. And of course I'd be glad to help get that package fo' Ms.Pheldman."
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"Men like him are just scared little boys on the inside that don't have half a brain in their head" she looked at the package and picked it up. She knew she could manage the package herself but she wasn't gonna let Crawely know it "I'll give you a ride to Mr. McNair's Henry, and then when your done there you can come home with me and have supper with the family. My momma would insist you stay if you showed up at the house, so I'll just invite you now", she said with a smile.
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Although American society at large continued to array cruel prejudice against Henry and his heritage chinks in the armor of hatred founded long ago were widening. The literary works of those who ushered in the Harlem Renaissance were burning away the darkness of segregation with the light of knowledge in the north. The new Egalitarian movement forming in the west—the resurgence of the abolitionists after the failure of Reconstruction following the American Civil War—was crusading ever forward for the equality which all citizens were ensured by right. National socio-economic labor movements such as the International Workers of the World and the American Federation of Labor now insisted that neither the color of a man’s skin, nor his place of origin had any bearing on his value. The eclectic community, for so many years dominated by conservative leadership was now re-examining its reasoning on the matter of race with prominent scientists such as Franz Boas and Ashely Motagu at the epicenter of the matter. A rising number of churches in the American heartland preached ever more fervently that the Lord’s holiness is instilled within all of his children. The federal government was coming to its senses knowing full well that the country, enduring a recession that had stricken the nation after an already devastating depression, would require all available working hands to recover. Not to mention the rising military aggression of Nazi Germany and Imperial Japan which was becoming an issue the U.S could no longer afford to ignore so nonchalantly. President Franklin Roosevelt knew that the United States could not afford to discriminate anymore; not in its armies and not in its war industry and to this end he and his allies in congress were meting out a measure of success in hammering integration legislation through a generations worth of deeply entrenched bigotry.
Times were changing and in big ways. Yet for Henry, a hardly literate black boy from the shambling shelters of the segregated outcrops of a rural South Carolina town, the scale of this wave of change was far beyond his reach and comprehension. It was not the socio-political machinations of nation-wide anti-racism organizations that gave him hope for the future. It was the daily resistance of individuals against injustice.
Individuals such as Bonnie and Bill who refused to accept a status quo that was embedded in the culture they were born into by two-hundred years of inhumanity towards man. Individuals who accepted that given the environment they lived in, the stance they took against the common establishment could cost them dearly.
Bonnie had already hefted the package for her father before henry even had a chance to insist otherwise. Not that she would have it any other way as the confidence in her voice reflected. The same went for her dinner offer. Henry had some pause at that one, but not because he didn’t want to go, on the contrary Henry felt joining the Pheldmans for supper was the best way to show his gratitude for Bonnie’s actions. Plus it would be good to shake the honest, hard-working hand of Mr.Pheldman and enjoy Mrs.Pheldman’s cooking again.
Nor was the pause a result of Henry’s prior obligations. Bonnie had offered to drive Henry to Shilo to deliver the goods he just purchased. The catfish he and Darrell ahd prepared would not be available to Darrell and the rest of the Buford family; mother and father would be home soon and Jasmin would be hungry soon. The timing couldn’t possibly be better. Darrell was more than capable of cooking the meal on his own. After all, Henry had taught him everything he in turn had learned from his mother.
No, the pause was not triggered for a logical reason. It was the flash of fear response to engrained social engineering. A negro ridding in an automobile to a black community with a white woman in the driver’s seat? Henry could be lynched for that if the wrong people caught wind. Henry had also learned by now that although not all white people were racist, not all racists were white. The black community in these parts—although substantially more tolerant than their white counterparts as a matter of necessity—were also not particularly partial to interracial couples. If they saw a black man and a white woman (or vice versa) together it was often the conclusion that there was something up between the two of them. Even if that wasn’t at all the case, people had a tendency to take things out of context.
Henry frowned at the prospects. Could this innocent little outing bring harm to his family? To Bonnie and her family? Would she wake up the next morning and find her house plastered in tar and horse shit? Would he wake up in the middle of the night to smoke and flame as the Buford shack burned down around him while an angry crowd waited outside eagerly clutching cudgels and guns?
Bonnie patiently awaited Henry’s answer; he sighed and bowed to the inevitable. “Thank you ma’—Bonnie, I’d be glad to be yo’ guest. Be nice to see them kind parents o’yours too.” Henry answered in a soft yet anxious tone. Bonnie and Bill had taken a stand against prejudice for Henry’s sake. It was time he did the same for his community.
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"Why we so twisted, brotha? My blood, sweat n' tears are same as yo's: red, white, and blue!"
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"What's right is right, an' what's wrong is wrong."
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"just give me time, I will win you with my smile"
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"Why we so twisted, brotha? My blood, sweat n' tears are same as yo's: red, white, and blue!"
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@Bashie L. Craft if she hasn't posted by tomorrow then PM me and we'll figure something out, probably have to time skip or something but we'll work it out :)
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@girlwt haha I know! Well I'm gonna post when I get back from work :) I was thinking that we should move on and try and get everyone together? but it's to you guys :)
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So about this potential town event; maybe a theatre or bar could be having some kind of deal going on for some kind of event. Or both, a theatre and a bar in the same building. Maybe it could be some local business owner's son going into the Navy or something, and he's getting ready to be shipped out monday or tuesday, and his father's throwing a party per se' with half priced admission for the movie and half off drinks. Get all the young folks/kid's friends to come hang out, spend money, have a good time, and last but not least bid farewell to the young man?
Just an idea :)
EDIT: Also in case it hasn't been noticed in my character sheet, but the hardware store is looking for help. Big ol' sign in the window n everything xD