Viola Has News! (It’s the 20s!)

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Walter and Viola St. Dennis lived the good life in Roaring Heights. They lived in a mansion with plenty of land around it, overlooking the city across the river.

They’d been married for eight years and had four children, two boys and two girls.

Viola’s sister Josephine had also married well and lived in a large house nearby. The sisters often got together for tea, usually at the St. Dennis residence.

“I can tell you’re keeping something from me,” Josephine said as she sipped her tea.

Viola had been lifting her cup to her lips but now she was frozen part way.

“Come, come, do tell,” Josephine said.

Viola still sat, cup in midair, her cheeks hot, and tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She’d never been good at keeping secrets, especially from her inquisitive sister.

“Please, do not say anything,” she began.

“Yes?” Then Josephine suddenly understood, as if she’d read Viola’s mind. “You’re with child! Again!”

This time, tears did roll down her cheeks no matter how hard Viola worked to keep them inside. Her cup and saucer clattered on the table as she shakily put them down, sloshing tea over the rim and onto the table cloth.

Josephine had not been blessed with children, it seemed Viola was the fertile one between the two of them. She took her sister’s cold fingers in her own and squeezed, then wiped her tears away with a dainty, lace napkin.

“I won’t say a word but this is something that cannot be kept as a secret for long.”

Viola nodded as she let her sister fuss over her.

“Why is it you do not want Walter to know?”

A sob escaped Viola’s throat and tears welled up in her eyes again. “Four children is a lot. I cannot imagine what he will say to having a fifth.”

Josephine clicked her tongue, then said, “It is not as if you did this on your own. Yes, four is a lot, so surely, one more will not make a huge difference. And I will help you. You know I will.”

Viola was beginning to feel much better. Of course, she could count on Josephine. Hadn’t she always?

After her sister left, Viola tackled some laundry.

She had intended on doing some canning but she was too nauseated to do much else.

Instead, she wandered upstairs to gaze at her childrens’ rooms.

Roger and William shared a room.

While Barbara and Florence shared another.

Viola had not yet disassembled the nursery, thank goodness. And it was decorated for either a boy or a girl.

She only hoped she had the strength to go through it all again.

Hello, Friends! Thank you so much for tuning in today! I hadn’t played my 1920s save in so long. I missed it. Of course, this is a different family than in previous chapters, but I’ve really enjoyed dropping in on their lives. I hope you did, too.

Thank you to Bee (Stories by Bee / Poses by Bee) who edited this little entry.

And thank you, kind readers, for liking, lurking, reading, and commenting.


Credits
World: You can download Roaring Heights Gold Edition for $34.99 from the official Sims 3 store HERE.

34 COMMENTS

  1. Secrets have a way of wreaking havoc in your life, but with Viola and her new addition, oh what a time to celebrate the gift of new life! Thanks for sharing Kymber! πŸ₯°πŸ’–πŸ˜

  2. Lift a glass and congratulate Viola. She and her should be thrilled at their new addition. Loved all the pictures and the story was down to earth and real.

    • Thank you so much, JC. I think this is my all-time favorite time period. I love the old movies and the Hollywood glam. Let’s hope Viola’s husband Walter takes the news well. lol

  3. Well that’s an interesting story line. I was the seventh child my mothers sister had. She needed everything more than another mouth to feed. My poor mother wished dearly for a child, but had 2 misscariages before. Can you guess what happened ?

      • It’s Dorle, with an “l”, not an i . But Dorie is nice as well. It’s a longer story to tell:
        My real mother told her sister, she was with child again. The irony of fate made her have one child after another, while my Mom only suffered losses.
        So they decided, that this child would have a way better chance, if the sister would adopt it.
        Their men went along with it.
        My father wasn’t very supportive towards his kids anyway.
        The war had damaged this generation of young men in many ways and they coped with it with drinking and showing a hard face.
        The first 11 years of my life, I thought I was an only child.
        I wished for a sister or brother, but I had a bunch of cousins instead.
        We saw each other on birthdays and other causes.
        We had slept overs many times and I had a very close relationsship to their youngest daughter.
        Then one day, my cousin went sniffing through old papers and she discoverd our birth certificats and the adoption papers.
        She called me to come over, because she had a secret to tell me.
        Susanne is only one year older than I.
        I was amazed and shocked at the same time. Who wouldn’t have their best friend being a real sister ? When I went home, I said nothing.( I sniffed too)
        But my adoptive Mom noticed something strange.
        Mothers have special senses. So, she took me aside and asked what was wrong. And I couldn’t hold back anymore. They wanted to tell me when I had grown older to have a better understanding that this was an act of love from both of them. That I was wanted and loved and we are family.
        They never would have given me to strangers.
        That is what I took with me. I loved my adoptive mother as my real Mom and my real mother like an aunt.
        And the same year, my adoptive Mom had a difficult birth, but the baby at least survived. So I have younger sister, who is very dear to me too. All of our parents are long gone, but their love is still there.

        • Oooooooh, thank you for clarifying. I’ll let you in on a not so well-kept secret, my eyesight isn’t so great. I’m so glad you told me.

          What an amazing story! This is what I thought you would say, but I wanted to hear the whole thing. I appreciate you telling me this.

          You brought tears to my eyes with your last sentence. I’m so glad it all worked out so well. 🀍🌺

    • You are so sweet as always, Hilly. 🀍🌺🀍🌺 Did you happen to see the post where I did a tour of Cobblestone? It’s the post you requested. I thought I was playing Winchester when in fact, it was Cobblestone. LOLOL

  4. Ok, I’m trying to understand. You create sims, then you write stories about them? I guess I need to start at the very beginning of your blog series. πŸ˜‚

    • Yes, that’s right. We in the Simming community lovingly call it SimLit (or Sims Literature).

      These little snippets I’m doing right now are just based on my game play and there isn’t much of a story there. If you wanted to read a true sims story written by me, I would recommend Noble Doubt. You can find a link to it in the main menu up above. If you need any help figuring out how I’ve formatted the story, just let me know.

      Noble Doubt is based on what we in the community call a Legacy Challenge. There are rules that go along with it, but I blatantly ignore most of them. hahaha

      Basically, all you need to know is that there are 10 generations. It is written in diary form by the founder Memphis Noble (Generation 1), then one of her grown children takes over as heir (generation 2), and so on until 10 generations are covered. Each generation is 30 chapters long. All the chapters came out every Saturday like a serial story and it took me 7 years to write. LOL It wouldn’t take that long to read, though, I promise. haha

      Because the overall book is split up by generation, the chapters are organized by generation, then the chapter number.

      So, 1.1 is generation one, chapter one, then 1.2, and so on until you get to 1.30, then it starts with 2.1.

      Anyway, I hope what I said made sense. πŸ™‚ And if you decide to read it, I hope you enjoy it. 🀍🌺

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