Tanglewood is the setting for two of the most romantic
scenes Annie Fellows Johnston ever penned for the “Little Colonel”
stories.
In Chapter XVI of the “Little
Colonel At Boarding-School,” Betty ,
Lloyd,
Allison,
Kitty,
Malcolm and Keith McIntrye,
Rob Moore and the “Little Captain”
Ranald Walton roam
Tanglewood’s grounds in search of Christmas greenery and mistletoe. That
outing leads to Malcolm’s proposal to Little Colonel Lloyd Sherman by the
stile of the St. James Episcopal
Church, located next door to Tanglewood.
In Chapter XIII
of “The Little Colonel’s Knight
Comes Riding” Rob and Lloyd take an April walk through Tanglewood that
ends with Rob professing his love for the Little Colonel, much to her
distress:
…If the roads were dry enough by the end
of the week she and Rob intended to take a long tramp through Tanglewood
in search of wild flowers… Lloyd loved the woods like an Indian, and one
of the most satisfactory things about Rob's companionship was that he
enjoyed them in the same way. Often they tramped along, scarcely saying
a word a mile, finding the vibrant silences of the wood better than
speech, and their mutual pleasure in them sufficient...
April came in with a week of sunny days
which hurried everything into luxuriant leafage and bud. When Rob came
over one warm day for his usual Sunday afternoon walk, the whole world
seemed so near the verge of bursting into full bloom that the very air
was aquiver with its half-whispered secrets. Faint delicious odours
stole up from the moist earth and the green growing things that crowded
up out of it. Even the old locusts, conscious of a hidden wealth of
sweetness which was soon to make a glory of their gnarled branches,
nodded in sympathy with all that was young and riotous.
There were so many things to discover
near at hand that Lloyd and Rob sauntered about the place first, before
starting farther afield.…Lloyd, happy over every tiny frond she found
unfolding itself in the fern bed, and every yellow dandelion that added
its mite of gold to the young year's coffers, was so absorbed in her
quest that she did not notice any difference in Rob's manner.
He walked along beside her, saying
little, but with the same air of repressed eagerness that the whole
April day seemed to share, as if like the locusts, he too was conscious
of some inner wealth of bloom, some secret happiness whose time for
sharing with the spring had not yet come. Once when he answered her
enthusiastic discovery of a snowdrop with only an absent-minded
monosyllable, she glanced up at him curiously. There was such a light in
his eyes and such an unwonted tenderness in his expression that she
wondered what he could be thinking about.
Across the pasture they went, down
through the orchard where the peach-trees were turning pink and the
clusters of tiny white plum buds were already calling the bees, and
around again to the beech-grove at the back of the house. It was a sweet
flower-starred way, and Lloyd, bubbling over with the spirit of the
hour, began to hum a happy little tune. Suddenly she stopped short in
the path, turning her head slightly with the alert motion of a young
fawn.
"What is it that smells so delicious?"
she demanded. "It's almost heavenly, it's so sweet." Then after another
long indrawn breath, "I'd think it was lilies-of-the-valley if it were
any place but out heah on the edge of the wood-lot. They couldn't be way
out heah. It must be some rare kind of wild flowah we've nevah
discovered."
Leaving the path, they both began
searching through the underbrush, pushing aside the dead leaves, and
stooping now and then to examine some plant that did not seem entirely
familiar.
"I'm positive it's a white flowah,"
declared Lloyd, closing her eyes and drawing in another breath of the
faint, elusive fragrance. "Only a white flowah could have such an
ethereal odah. It makes you think of white things, doesn't it? Snow
crystals and angel wings! Oh, they are lilies-of the-valley!" she cried
the next instant, stooping over a bed of green from which Rob was raking
the dead leaves with a stick.
"And don't you remembah now," she cried,
her eyes like eager stars as she recalled the incident, "we planted them
heah ourselves, yeahs ago. I remembah digging up a whole apronful of
some thrifty green things out of the flowah bed undah yoah mothah's
window and lugging them ovah home all the way from Oaklea. You planted
them in this place for me, because we thought we'd build a playhouse
heah, but aftahwards we changed our minds and built it by the grape-vine
swing."
"It seems to me I do have a faint
recollection of something of that sort," Rob answered. "I know I had a
row with Unc' Andy once for digging up some of his pet borders and
transplanting them over here, but I didn't know they were lilies."
"I suppose we didn't know because we
nevah happened to wandah this way aftahward when they were in bloom,"
she continued, seating herself beside them and parting the thickest
sheaths of green to reveal the perfect white flowers hidden away among
them. Throwing aside her hat, she bent over to thrust her face into
their midst, revelling in the purity and exquisite fragrance.
"There's nothing like them!" she
exclaimed, so intent on the beauty of the tiny white bells that she did
not see the expression. with which Rob was looking down on her. There
was a likeness between the two, he was thinking, the white-gowned girl
and the white, white blossoms. They seemed spiritually akin. She touched
one of the racemes softly.
"It's a miracle, isn't it!" she said in a
low, reverent tone.
"A miracle that anything so sweet and
white and perfect can suddenly come into being like this. It must have
made those old lily bulbs wondah at themselves the first time they
unfolded and woke up to find that such a heavenly thing had happened to
them, --- their hearts filled with this unearthly beauty and sweetness.
Don't you suppose it made the whole world seem different, that they're
not yet done wondering ovah the surprise and joy of it?"
She said it with a shy side-glance as if
half-afraid he would laugh at such a childish fancy. Then she looked up
startled, at the unexpected intensity of his answer.
"I know it made the whole world
different," he said in such a strange exultant voice that she hardly
knew it for Rob's. Dropping to one knee beside her he singled out one of
the lilies just beginning to burst from its sheath, and folded it close
shut again in its green leaves.
"Look!" he said in the same exultant
voice. "That's the way I've been for years, with something hidden away
in my heart, unrecognized at first, then its sweetness only half-guessed
at. And I kept it hid, and I thought never to tell you. But this morning
in church it happened to me, this miracle of blossoming. I was sitting
looking at you as I've done a thousand times before, and all of a sudden
it came over me, just as sweet and unexpected as the bursting of these
lilies, the knowledge that life is dear and the world beautiful because
you are in it. I think I've always held the thought of you in my heart,
Lloyd, but it has come to such full flower now, dear, I couldn't hide it
from you long, even if I tried. It seems to me now that all of my life
must have been a gradual growing up for this one thing --- to love you!
"'
In the very last volume of the “Little Colonel” series, “Mary
Ware’s Promised Land,” Phil Tremont marries Mary Ware and buys her a
home in Lloydsboro Valley. The house, “Green Acres,” was described in
Part 2, Chapter VIII:
"Green Acres is just across the road from
Oaklea. The grounds don't make you think
of a big, stately park as Oaklea does. It is more countrified. But it is
the dearest, most homelike, inviting old place that one can imagine. I
had been there several times with
Lloyd and Mrs. Sherman,
and remembered it as a real picture-book sort of house, with its low
gables and quaint casement windows. I remembered that it had a garden
gay as Grandmother Ware's, with its holly-hocks and prince's feathers,
its marigolds and yellow roses; and that it had mint and sage and all
sorts of spicy, savory things in some of its borders. But I didn't know
half of its charms. Now, after two months, I am just beginning to
discover the extent of them.
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Newlyweds Phil and Mary (Ware) Tremont arrive at their new
Lloydsboro Valley home.
Illustration by John Goss from “Mary Ware’s
Promised Land.”
(Just a side note: The real-life Little Colonel was herself married
in Oct. 1912, the same year Promised Land was published.) |
"When a family has owned a place for
three generations, as the Wyckliffes did Green Acres, and have spent
their time making it livable and lovable, the result leaves little more
to be wished for. The hillside that slopes down from the back of the
house has a small orchard on part of it and a smaller vineyard on the
other, but both quite ample for our needs. Down at the bottom a little
brook trickles along from a cold spring, and watercress and
forget-me-nots grow along its edges. The apple trees are in bloom now…
"When we came only the early wildflowers
were out, but all the knoll between the gate and the house looked as if
there had been a snowfall of anemones and spring beauties. It isn't
possible to put into black and white the joy of that first home-coming.
We walked up from the station, and when we went through the great gate
and heard it click behind us, shutting us in on our own grounds, we
turned and looked at each other and laughed like delighted children. It
was as if we had reached that land that we used to sing about, where
No wonder they named the place Green
Acres!
"We left the wide driveway that winds
around the hill to the house, and took the little path that leads
straight up to it under the trees. The footpath to peace, Phil calls it.
"There was smoke coming out of the
kitchen chimney, for Lloyd and Mrs. Sherman had been in the secret and
had helped Phil as industriously as the two genii of the Bottle to get
everything ready…
"And there was
May Lily installed in they kitchen as
temporary cook, and perfectly willing to stay if I wanted her. As if
there could beg any question as to that! If there was anything needed to
make it seem more homelike than it already was, I found it when we
started out to explore the back premises. A fussy old hen, with her
feathers all fluffed out importantly, was clucking and scratching for a
brood of downy yellow chickens, just out of the shell. Old
Mom Beck had sent them over as a wedding
present, May Lily said.
"When we had been all through the orchard
and down to the spring, and had discovered the rows of currant ,and
gooseberry bushes at the end of the garden, Phil said in a careless
off-hand way that we might as well take a look through the barn….
"The last surprise of the day was the
housewarming. Everybody had stayed away till then, to let us have time
to 'spy out the land and possess it.' Lloyd and Rob were the first to
come over, then Gay and Alex Shelby. They
have just gone to housekeeping in the Lindsey cabin. Every old friend in
the Valley came before the evening was over, and gave us a royal
welcome, as warm and heartening as the blaze which we started in the big
fireplace. When the Colonel went away
he quoted from the Hanging of the Crane,
"Oh, fortunate, oh,
happy day
When a new household has its birth
Amid the myriad homes of earth.'
"He said that Green Acres had always been
the synonym for whole-souled hospitality, but that we had even surpassed
its best traditions.
Some locals believe that Annie Fellows Johnston’s model for “Green
Acres” was Tanglewood. Others think the house might have been the property
marked “Tower Hill” on the Little Colonel
game board. The description of the house itself – “a real picture-book
sort of house, with its low gables and quaint casement windows” – is only
partially applicable to Tanglewood. The location – “just across the road
from Oaklea” – applies equally well to
both. Tanglewood’s current owners say a creek runs through the
property several places at the bottom of a hill and that in the 1950s,
there were remnants of an old orchard near the creek, just as Mary Ware
Tremont described in her “Good Times Book.” However, Annie Fellows
Johnston also wrote that a single family – the Wyckcliffes – had owned
Green Acres for three generations. Tanglewood, as you will learn from the
history of the house, changed hands many,
many times.
It
seems odd that Johnston wouldn’t have called the house Tanglewood, since
she mentioned it by name in many of her previous books; however, she was
not above reusing and renaming models for her stories. Good examples
include the Lawtons, who started out as the Dudleys in “Two Little Knights
of Kentucky” and became the Waltons in “The Little Colonel’s Holidays.”
Louise Cleland also appears in the books twice, first as Mrs. Clelling in
“The Little Colonel at Boarding-School” and in later stories, as Mrs.
Bisbee.
We’re reserving our opinion about the real-life model for Green Acres
until we complete the research on Tower Hill. But in the meantime, rest
assured that this house was indeed the Tanglewood of the “Little Colonel”
stories. And though a century has passed since “The Little Colonel’s
Knight Comes Riding” was published, pink lilies of the valley still
perfume its wooded grounds when spring comes to the Valley.
A side view of Tanglewood from St.
James Episcopal Church. This is the view of the house Lloyd Sherman
and Malcolm McIntyre would have glimpsed from the stile -- minus the new
red brick addition on the back.
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