Love and Grief Everlasting by Kathleen Emerson
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Never will. Also don't own Dear America, I believe Scholastic does, altho I do think twenty of the books should account for something. End of disclaimer.
Summary: I think Winnie did the right thing by living the "life unlived" but I was watching my video and got this idea so I wrote this story. In my version of the story, Winnie's parents died in 1918 during the worldwide Spanish influenza epidemic. Overcome with grief, she decides to drink the water and wait for Jesse to return. During the years that pass she begins to understand what Tuck and Miles tried to tell her about living forever. Will Jesse find the same Winnie he left or will she have changed too much for them to find the love they had? (Does this need to be in every chapter,too?)
A/N I wasn't born, or even alive, during the Vietnam Conflict(and yes, that is the correct term, it was never officially declared a war), or the 60s and I don't know enough about the Conflict to protest it or not so if some of my facts are wrong, I'm sorry. I did read the two Dear America books about it though and looked up a few websites for school.
Part 4
(I've decided that, in waiting for Jesse, Winnie did a lot of traveling so almost every chapter will be set in a different place and decade.)
Boston, Massachetts, 1967
The anti-war protests filled the air around Winnie. She didn't know where to go or what to do. To her left were men and women dressed quite oddly with bell bottom jeans and tie dyed blouses. "Fifty years ago, if anyone even dared to dress like that it would be a scandal! " she thought, knowing she could never say that without one of them staring at her like she was the strange one. To her right were more men and women, some dressed like the ones to her left, others dressed more normally, with signs protesting the war in Vietnam. "Although, they don't need the signs, their voices are loud enough," Winnie thought, remembering the quiet stillness in Treegap sixty years before.
"Here, ma'am." One of hippies gave her a small poster proclaiming the wrongness of the war. "Please read over this and join us next week for another peace march."
"Unlike most of them, this one has manners." Winnie thought. "Do you know anyone named Jesse Tuck?" she asked aloud, thinking this was just the place that Jesse would be. She could just see him now, dressed like the hippies, giving himself a new name like Rainbow or Breeze or the like.
"Nope, sorry." The hippie hurried away.
Winnie signed. She had so hoped to find him here. "How long has it been now?" she thought. "Let's see, I last saw Jesse in the summer of 1914. Nearly fifty two years. Half a century now."
For Winnie, time had ceased to exist. Half a century didn't seem as long as it would have if she had been mortal. Instead, half a century was naught but a few minutes in time if one was going to live forever.
It was odd being still eighteen and yet she was so much older then the other young people at this protest. She knew so much more then they did or ever would for although she looked eighteen and nearly the same as she had when she and Jesse were last together, she was really sixty eight years old.
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Two weeks later, Winnie returned to the Garden Square for another peace march, hoping to see Jesse. "Or Tuck, Mae, or Miles. Any of them would do." she thought as she walked out of her small apartment.
The day was rather warm for April but already there was quite a crowd in Garden Square, with signs protesting the war in Vietnam. As more people came, the noise grew louder and louder as they began to shout.
"Why am I even here? I don't know much about this war." she thought. "Unless perhaps Jesse or Miles went to Vietnam. Then I'll be more concerned." Being a nurse in World War II had been enough of war experience for Winnie, so she hadn't tried to go to Vietnam as a nurse.
Still though, she wondered, had Jesse or Miles gone to Vietnam? Miles would've, she knew. But probably not Jesse. No, not her sweet Jesse. It didn't matter much anyway, he couldn't die.
"Here, miss, you can hold this sign and march with us if you like." A young woman, around twenty or so, said to Winnie.
"Thank you." Winnie replied, taking the sign, although not sure she really wanted to march.
The day was long one for Winnie as she kept looking for Jesse and hold her sign up. She didn't even know how she really felt about the war, it was one of those things she didn't care about anymore.
A/N Winnie is kind of getting depressed but I would think after searching for Jesse for almost sixty years that would make sense.
I don't know if Garden Square really exists, I've never been to Boston and I'm not that great at geography.
Sorry for the lack of updates, I've just not had a lot of ideas lately. But I've been reading a few Tuck Everlasting fanfics and too many people have my idea. So I'm trying to write mine differently then everyone else does. Kathleen
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Never will. Also don't own Dear America, I believe Scholastic does, altho I do think twenty of the books should account for something. End of disclaimer.
Summary: I think Winnie did the right thing by living the "life unlived" but I was watching my video and got this idea so I wrote this story. In my version of the story, Winnie's parents died in 1918 during the worldwide Spanish influenza epidemic. Overcome with grief, she decides to drink the water and wait for Jesse to return. During the years that pass she begins to understand what Tuck and Miles tried to tell her about living forever. Will Jesse find the same Winnie he left or will she have changed too much for them to find the love they had? (Does this need to be in every chapter,too?)
A/N I wasn't born, or even alive, during the Vietnam Conflict(and yes, that is the correct term, it was never officially declared a war), or the 60s and I don't know enough about the Conflict to protest it or not so if some of my facts are wrong, I'm sorry. I did read the two Dear America books about it though and looked up a few websites for school.
Part 4
(I've decided that, in waiting for Jesse, Winnie did a lot of traveling so almost every chapter will be set in a different place and decade.)
Boston, Massachetts, 1967
The anti-war protests filled the air around Winnie. She didn't know where to go or what to do. To her left were men and women dressed quite oddly with bell bottom jeans and tie dyed blouses. "Fifty years ago, if anyone even dared to dress like that it would be a scandal! " she thought, knowing she could never say that without one of them staring at her like she was the strange one. To her right were more men and women, some dressed like the ones to her left, others dressed more normally, with signs protesting the war in Vietnam. "Although, they don't need the signs, their voices are loud enough," Winnie thought, remembering the quiet stillness in Treegap sixty years before.
"Here, ma'am." One of hippies gave her a small poster proclaiming the wrongness of the war. "Please read over this and join us next week for another peace march."
"Unlike most of them, this one has manners." Winnie thought. "Do you know anyone named Jesse Tuck?" she asked aloud, thinking this was just the place that Jesse would be. She could just see him now, dressed like the hippies, giving himself a new name like Rainbow or Breeze or the like.
"Nope, sorry." The hippie hurried away.
Winnie signed. She had so hoped to find him here. "How long has it been now?" she thought. "Let's see, I last saw Jesse in the summer of 1914. Nearly fifty two years. Half a century now."
For Winnie, time had ceased to exist. Half a century didn't seem as long as it would have if she had been mortal. Instead, half a century was naught but a few minutes in time if one was going to live forever.
It was odd being still eighteen and yet she was so much older then the other young people at this protest. She knew so much more then they did or ever would for although she looked eighteen and nearly the same as she had when she and Jesse were last together, she was really sixty eight years old.
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Two weeks later, Winnie returned to the Garden Square for another peace march, hoping to see Jesse. "Or Tuck, Mae, or Miles. Any of them would do." she thought as she walked out of her small apartment.
The day was rather warm for April but already there was quite a crowd in Garden Square, with signs protesting the war in Vietnam. As more people came, the noise grew louder and louder as they began to shout.
"Why am I even here? I don't know much about this war." she thought. "Unless perhaps Jesse or Miles went to Vietnam. Then I'll be more concerned." Being a nurse in World War II had been enough of war experience for Winnie, so she hadn't tried to go to Vietnam as a nurse.
Still though, she wondered, had Jesse or Miles gone to Vietnam? Miles would've, she knew. But probably not Jesse. No, not her sweet Jesse. It didn't matter much anyway, he couldn't die.
"Here, miss, you can hold this sign and march with us if you like." A young woman, around twenty or so, said to Winnie.
"Thank you." Winnie replied, taking the sign, although not sure she really wanted to march.
The day was long one for Winnie as she kept looking for Jesse and hold her sign up. She didn't even know how she really felt about the war, it was one of those things she didn't care about anymore.
A/N Winnie is kind of getting depressed but I would think after searching for Jesse for almost sixty years that would make sense.
I don't know if Garden Square really exists, I've never been to Boston and I'm not that great at geography.
Sorry for the lack of updates, I've just not had a lot of ideas lately. But I've been reading a few Tuck Everlasting fanfics and too many people have my idea. So I'm trying to write mine differently then everyone else does. Kathleen