Not too scrawny nor too fluffy, Emeline moves with grace but projects confidence and competence. She is quick with a smile, but just as quick with the rolling pin of you step out of line! She keeps her hair in a braid and dresses plainly but neatly.
Traits & Characteristics
Tomboy! That sums Em up in one word. There is pretty much nothing frail or fragile about her, she has always had a sense of adventure, wanting to learn and explore, learning best by doing hands-on, often with dubious results. More than once, her big brother had rescued her from trees or the roof of the house. She's good at going up, but freezes trying to come down! But she trusted her brother, Aimon, idolized him, and was devastated when he was killed during the war
Dreamer...Like Aimon, her head is often in the clouds, playing out scenarios or creating worlds that are better than this one. Unlike her brother, though, she has the heart and passion of a dreamer, using her free time to write her own stories or act things out, dancing her way through life.
Caretaker...Em has a quiet, gentle way about her that seems to put beasties at ease and make them trust her. And she likes peace and order in her world, as much as she can, so she tends to try to organize things when she is able. And if someone is hurting, be it physically or at heart, she wants to do what she can to make them well again, or at least to dull the hurt, often finding that action a catharsis for her own pain. If she is busy helping, healing or dreaming, there is little time to fret over her own trouble.
Bold...Tomby that she is, she will stand up to a bully and isn't one to back down from a fight, especially in light of what she has been though.
Scared Little Girl...Underneath it all, she is still a child, a little girl who yearns for the safety and security of family, who just wants to be able to play and dream without worrying that her world is going to be torn apart by tragedy and that some day she'll find love again.
Emeline owns the Lick Skillet Cafe
Cooking, of course! Em also has some knowledge of using herbs and has a garden behind her cafe that she cultivates to use in her cooking. She plays the concertina
Aliases / Nicknames
Born in Illinois, Emeline now lives in a small apartment above her cafe
Kith & Kin
1849 -- Born in Taylorville, Illinois, Emeline Harris
1866 -- Married to Andrew Blakesley
1867 -- Andrew moves them to North Dakota to take up mining. Emeline, pregnant when they leave, gives birth to a daughter during the trip
1868 -- Their daughter catches cholera and dies, Em is pregnant again, but mis-carries
1870 -- Andrew is killed in a mining accident, Em opens a cafe in a tent to support herself
"Checkers, then." Emeline nodded, a little surprised at how much she was looking forward to just a day of games, so reminiscent of Sunday afternoons growing up, when the family was all together. She had always enjoyed that time, and was looking forward to having it again.
As he set up the board, she poured them coffee then set on a fresh pot to brew. Back at the table, she shooed Frankie off her chair, then sat and picked the cat up again. "I call red!" She gave him a serious look. "Lucky for you I'm not a gambler, or you'd lose your shirt to me!"
"I'm counting on it!" In more ways than one! No snow freezing them out but keeping them in, and no Barnabas going home at night! "Funny, isn't it, that once the weather changes so you can easily leave, you won't have to!" Spring couldn't get here too quickly!
"I do have cards, although I'm not well-versed on most games, and I do have checkers, and dominoes, too." How long had it been since she'd played card games. or any games for that matter? She headed to the bedroom, where she dug under the bed and pulled out a dusty box, waking the cat, who was curled on the blankets at the foot of the bed.
"Lazy bones," she chuckled at the animal as she carried the box to the table, followed by the cat. "Here we are...cards, checkers...oh, and Nine Men's Morris...I'd forgotten about that! Do you want more coffee before we get started?"
"Well, it would be a shame to waste good snow on Christmas, right?" Any other time of year, snow was a bother, in the very least, and a hazard at worst, as evidenced by Whitefish, but something about fresh snow on Christmas just seemed special and magical. "There's a sled out back that needs some exercise."
Grinning, she went over to a window and pulled back the lace curtain, then frowned. "Should have know...it's dark in here for a reason." Standing back, she showed him that it was snowing heavily, not quite a blizzard, and without wind, but enough that there was no going out any time soon.
"Looks like you might be spending the night...downstairs." Laughing, she added, "I guess you'll get some nice, fresh coffee in the morning." Some day, it wouldn't be so complicated!
"I thought they'd look nice on your saddle and bri..." He cut her off with the best present ever, and Emeline didn't mind one bit! Well, except that they couldn't just keep going, and...
Her cheeks blushed hotly as she reached up to tickle his chin, then instigated another kiss, after all, they were engaged, right? When she broke off, she still held to him, resting her head on his shoulder, soaking in the sensation and knowledge that she now had someone to partner with her, to fill the voids.
"A very wonderful Christmas! The first of many to come. Hey, is it still snowing?"
"Oh, well, yes, you had said, but..." she shrugged. "I suppose I didn't really understand. Even so," sitting back, she looked over at him, wondering if it was any of her business, but if they were getting married.."even so, we should be frugal and set funds aside for unforeseen circumstances."
After all, mines flourished and then failed, and imprudent investors lost everything. But then, Barnabas wasn't imprudent by any means.
"How long do you think it will be before the horse business is self-sufficient?" She knew such things took time, a couple years, perhaps, and they needed to establish a reputation for breeding fine animals, and she really had no idea how that worked.
"I'm ahead of myself again." Shaking her head, she laughed. "It's Christmas, there will be plenty of time for that later. Oh, and I quite forgot!"
Standing, she went over to the small Christmas tree and fetched a little box that she handed to him. "Merry Christmas, Barnabas."
The little box was neatly wrapped in green paper and decorated with gold and green ribbon.
"Downwind from the house, of course!" She chuckled, then amended, "or is it upwind? At any rate, where we don't have to smell them!" It might help to go out to the property, but they'd have to wait until the snow abated a little...but it would be a good excuse to take out her new horse!
"I've never had the chance to design a house from the ground up...it's going to be fun! What do you mean, 'money is no concern'?" Money was always a concern!
"I suppose that's an option, although I don't know who I would trust with it..." She frowned, thinking. "I wish Clara was a bit older...she's very responsible and competent, but a teenaged girl shouldn't have that sort of responsibility. But there's no rush, I suppose, and even if I find someone and it doesn't work out, I can change my mind." And most of her energy was going to go to the ranch, if he was going to be spending time in town.
After all, nothing was set in stone, and she could change her mind. "And yes, I've been saving for the future, but...this is my future...our future." She certainly was anxious to contribute to their venture, not just in marriage, but in business as well.
There was so much to consider, but nothing that couldn't be taken as it came. "So, where is the barn going to go? And the chicken coop, we'll need a pen for a couple milk cows...and rabbit hutch...garden here..." she pointed on the map, "will we need a bunkhouse?"
She really wasn't sure how big this set-up was going to be, but then, it was likely going to change with time.
"Oh, I hadn't thought about the cafe." Emeline looked around the room, then shrugged. "I'll have to think about it, but I certainly don't want to be running back and forth, and I'm not sure who could take over. Clare is too young."
She'd put a lot of effort and money into her cafe, and it was dear to her heart, but she couldn't stay here and be a wife as well. "There is time to think it over, but I believe I'd be more inclined to sell it," she grinned, "with the contingency that they sell my pies and bread here!" That would take care of her love of cooking until they had ranch hands or half a dozen children to take care of!
"Planning!" Grinning, Emeline quickly cleared the small table, except for the coffee, setting the plates in a basin to deal with later before returning to the table and pulling her chair around beside Barnabas' so they could look at the plans together.
"No office?" She glanced over at him with a grin. "What makes you think I want you underfoot in my kitchen?" She laughed, pointing to a section on the paper. "In the back, of course, so there can be a door going out to the garden. I suppose it will have to be large enough to accommodate your office...and for me to cook extra pies and bread to sell in town."
She ran her finger across the back line of the house. "Kitchen here, with the pantry, of course, and the stairs can go on the side here." She didn't mind folks traipsing through her kitchen to get to the stairs that would eventually lead to more rooms.
Emeline glanced up at him, suddenly smiling in the realization that he really did understand her, and accepted her. But then, among the things she loved about him was that he wasn't pretentious, he would allow her to be her, and they would be a team.
"Give me five minutes!" She slipped behind the privacy screen that separated the large room to partition off the sleeping area, and quickly shed the heavy gown, and corset, and bustle and underpinnings...and soon was in a wool skirt and shirtwaist that was nicer than what she wore in the cafe...and she was far more comfortable.
Going to the door, she called down, "You can come back now, Barnabas!" Then she laughed. "The new house will have separate rooms, so you won't have to hide...well, you won't have to anyway!"
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