I like to browse through a program on my tablet called Quora. It's a US-based 'thing' and subscribers are encouraged to respond to questions submitted by others. I'm astounded often by the naivety of the questions and by the arrogance of some of the replies. When you look back at the last century and how particular countries have improved the lot of their population, notwithstanding two world wars, you have to question how the US has missed out on that, particularly in areas like healthcare. And yet, they still claim to be the best country in the world. I think I'll stick to Tasmania, thank you very much.
Having said that, I need to point out that Tasmania is freezing today. I woke at the usual time and put on the heating but it's taken quite a while to bring the room to an acceptable level. Marilyn usually waits until the air is warmer before she emerges and she's up now.
Jamie has popped in with Archie for a visit. He happens to know a fellow who lives nearby and he had to drop something in to him so took the chance to come here as well. He usually brings some treat for our morning tea but this morning all he is carrying is a dozen eggs. Let's hope it's doughnuts next time.
THE CLOCK STOPPED AT MIDNIGHT JUNE 7, 2024
The family that I’m writing about
was, in most respects, fairly typical.
They were a Mum and Dad, and two children, a boy and a girl, and they
lived in a nondescript street in an Australian country town. Dad worked at the meatworks, Mum did the
occasional shift at the milk factory and the two children attended the local
school where they were regarded as about average, reasonably hard-working and
no problem behaviour-wise.
The only thing about them which
might be thought somewhat unusual was their surname: it was Marple. In Australia, there are not many Marples on
the electoral roll. If anyone bothers to
check Google, they’ll be told that there are just 63 people in Australia who
have that surname, although there are over 3000 in the USA. But, the rarity of the name is not the issue
here; it is the Christian name which Mum and Dad Marple bestowed on their
daughter which has led to the issue that we are exploring today.
Mum, not being attracted to the
normal leisure pursuits of an Australian country town: CWA, the Bowls Club, and
so on, was an avid reader, and her favourite author was Agatha Christie. Mrs Christie, apparently published 75 novels
in her lifetime, and no fewer than 12 of these, in addition to some 20 short
stories featured a particular heroine; Miss Jane Marple. It’s not surprising that when the time came
to choose a name for her first-born, female, child, Mrs Marple immediately
thought of ‘Jane’, so, for better or worse, the child was christened Jane Emily
(Emily being Mrs Marple’s mother’s name.)
Young Jane was probably about 8 years old when, sitting
with her mother one day watching a re-run of an old program on the TV, she
became aware that the elderly woman on the screen was being addressed as Miss
Marple and, occasionally as Jane. She
was Jane Marple, too! Young Jane was
shocked to hear this.
“Mum,” she shouted. “That old
woman who’s solving the crimes has the same name as me.” Mum gently explained that this was just a
made-up story and that the actress, Geraldine something, was just playing a
made-up character who happened to have the same name. The show was based on a novel by Agatha
Christie called ‘The Clock Stopped at Midnight.’ Who would have thought that, at that moment,
a seed was sown which would have life-long repercussions for young Jane.
Jane never forgot that exciting
moment when she discovered that other people might share her name and that
their lives might be infinitely more exciting than her own. Through her high school years, she became
used to people commenting on her name and, when she finally left school, she
thought seriously about trying, perhaps, to use her middle name instead. Emily Marple had a nice ring to it but,
unfortunately it didn’t feel right, so Jane she remained.
On Jane’s 21st
birthday, when the cake, a large banner, several balloons and innumerable
cards, all trumpeted her name, she succumbed to the inevitable, and decided
that having a famous name was a
privilege and, from that point on, she would celebrate the name in whatever way
she could. Perhaps, she thought, I could
become a novelist, like Agatha Christie and continue to write novels featuring
an amateur sleuth called Jane Marple.
No, she realised, that didn’t
make sense: books about Jane Marple written by Jane Marple! Maybe, she thought, I should call my amateur
sleuth Agatha Christie. Think of that:
books about Agatha Christie, written by Jane Marple. That would attract some attention, but her
enthusiasm was short-lived. She
discovered that writing a novel, even just a short story, was hard work and she
had to accept that she had neither the interest nor the aptitude to persevere.
It took Jane a long time, and
many changes of direction, before she finally found her niche in life. On her 23rd birthday, she was
inducted into the Tasmania Police Force and within a year had been transferred
to CID where she is now addressed as Inspector Marple and leads a Criminal
Investigation team which is regarded as second-to-none. Unlike her namesake, she seldom investigates
murders, as there are relatively few homicides in the Apple Isle but, as Miss
Marple might say, through pursed lips, you can’t have everything.
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