The Magdalen

The Magdalen

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by Marita Conlon-McKenna
     
 

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"Esther Doyle is a true child of Connemara. She is a simple girl with a true heart, and the wild and tangled land of the West sings in her bones. But when Esther is betrayed by her lover and left unmarried and pregnant, the sea and sky are both lost to her. She is sent by her shamed family to the Holy Saints Convent in Dublin, where, trapped behind its high granite… See more details below

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"Esther Doyle is a true child of Connemara. She is a simple girl with a true heart, and the wild and tangled land of the West sings in her bones. But when Esther is betrayed by her lover and left unmarried and pregnant, the sea and sky are both lost to her. She is sent by her shamed family to the Holy Saints Convent in Dublin, where, trapped behind its high granite walls, she works in the infamous Magdalen laundry while she waits for the birth of her baby." "At the mercy of the nuns, and working mostly in silence, Esther spends her days in the steamy laundry. It is a grim existence, but Esther has no choice: the convent is her only refuge, and the orphanage next door will provide food and shelter for her newborn child." Despite the harsh realities of her life, Esther gains the support of this isolated colony of women. Learning through the experiences and mistakes of the other "Maggies," Esther begins to realize her strengths and her determination to survive. It will take every ounce of her courage to realize her dream of a new life for her child and herself, beyond the grey walls of the Holy Saints Convent.

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In the 19th and 20th centuries, the Holy Saints Magdalen Home for Wayward Girls and Fallen Women was a prisonlike institution in Dublin where unmarried pregnant women were sent in shame until they delivered, after which, without exception, the church took their babies away for adoption. In 1951, Esther Doyle of rural Connemara has no thoughts of such a place when she escapes her grim home life her drunken fisherman father is drowned, and her mother can't cope with Esther's young retarded sister for a brief romance that leaves her pregnant. In desperation, she turns to the Home, where she soon discovers that living conditions are nearly unbearable. The mostly unsympathetic and even cruel nuns oversee a sweatshop-like laundry in which women slave every day except on Sundays. The nuns refer to them as "penitents," but the women sardonically called themselves "Maggies." Through it all, the women are bolstered by their camaraderie. After Esther has her baby, reluctantly surrendering it, she leaves but refuses to return to her family, which has rejected her. The first half of the book, telling of Esther's beginnings, rings true, but it is familiar and overlong. The real tale is the story of the Magdalen Home, a cruel institution the church maintained into the mid-20th century. The straightforward writing is without flourish, but the story is powerful and moving and Esther's unhappy experience will remain with the reader. (Mar.) FYI: This novel was first published in 1999 by Bantam Books. The same story was dramatized by Patricia Burke Brogan in a popular play, Eclipsed, first performed in Great Britain in 1992. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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ISBN-13:
9781429968102
Publisher:
Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date:
02/05/2009
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
352
Sales rank:
667,646
File size:
0 MB

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The Magdalen
Connemara, 1944Chapter OneEsther heard the cry, clear across the scattered fields of Carraig Beag, the voice catching on the iodine-scented breeze blowing in from the wild Atlantic Ocean, and knew straight away that it was her mother, calling her, needing her. Autumn was in the air, and all the scraggy briars and brambles about were laden down with fruit. Her two young brothers were busy scrabbling for blackberries, their hands and faces and knitted jumpers stained with juice, the tin buckets full. She couldn't leave them here on their own, for the boys would stuff their faces with the plump, juicy berries till they were nearly sick."Leave the buckets and cans!" she ordered firmly, pulling the tin fromsix-year-old Liam's sticky hands. "We've got to get back home!" Running hell for leather, she chased across the tussocks of heavy grass and clumpy earth, sensing their fear as they followed her back down the sloping hill towards home.Panting and breathless, she raced towards their whitewashed cottage and in through the open doorway, to where her mother stood leaning against the old kitchen dresser, her face clammy and beaded with sweat."Help me to the bed, pet! The baby's coming, and I need to lie down.""Mammy, the baby's not due for weeks yet," she pleaded, feeling suddenly scared."Stop moithering, Esther, and help me to bed!"Esther let her mother lean on her as she led her into her parents' bedroom, trying to straighten the mess of sheets and blankets and fix the bolster before her mother plomped down heavily on to them.She was transfixed as she watched her mother's dress suddenly tauten against her swollen stomach, and saw her mother breathing slowly and deeply, ignoring her.The boys had arrived, jammed at the bedroom door, eyes wide with curiosity. "What is it?" asked Tom, his freckled face worried."The baby's coming early!" muttered Esther, shoving her brothers back outside. Her mam wouldn't want them to see her like this.Majella Doyle's pain was easing, and she gestured to Esther to help her lift her legs on to the bed. Both feet were swollen, and a trail of stalky veins patterned across her mother's pale skin. "That's it, dote! That's a bit better!"sighed her mother, closing her eyes and letting her head rest against the wooden headboard.Relief flooded through the thirteen-year-old; however, a minute or two later, the tracings of pain again shadowed her mother's face as she tried to catch a large gulping breath."Mammy, I'll go and get help!" offered Esther. "I'll run down and get Mrs. Murphy." Maureen Murphy, the local midwife, had attended her mother before, taking total charge when her younger brothers had been born; she had even helped to deliver Esther herself. She'd know what to do."No, Esther!" insisted her mother. "You've got to stay."Esther was filled with an immense longing to be out of the small stuffy bedroom and away from all this. If only her daddy or her older brothers were here instead of out in the boat, fishing. Majella, as if sensing her thoughts, grabbed her by the hand."I need you to help me to birth this baby, pet. Send one of the boys!""Tom!" screamed Esther.Her bewildered eleven-year-old brother came to the doorway."Run, Tom! Go and get Mrs. Murphy, Aidan's mother, you know where they live!" He was munching on a heel of bread, trying to swallow it. "Do you understand, Tom? Tell Mrs. Murphy that Mammy's having the baby now and she's got to come straight away!"Tom looked up at her through those long black eyelashes of his. He could always tell what she was thinking,and sensed her panic about the baby. Flinging the crust to the floor, he took to his heels."Esther, you've got to help me," ordered her mother breathlessly, slumping down in the bed and pulling up the skirt of her dress; her knickers were already discarded. "The baby's coming!""I can't do it, Mammy! You know I can't!" she pleaded. Esther hadn't a clue about what to do. Up to now she had only seen a few sheep lambing in the fields, and old Mrs. Casey's cat having four black kittens, and knew absolutely nothing about birthing babies.Majella Doyle was making a strange kind of panting sound. Esther watched as her mother's sweat-soaked face contorted with pain. "Fetch a towel or a blanket for the baby, and something sharp like scissors or a knife!" she ordered."Liam!" Esther screamed at her little brother. "Bring me the breadknife. Be careful and don't run with it! That's the good boy!"In an instant he was beside her, his blue eyes almost shut as he passed her the long bone-handled silver knife."Out!" she bossed."It's coming!" Her mother was blowing and panting and in between shouting at Esther to look between her wide-open legs. Through the stretching purple circle of taut flesh, Esther could see bits of black hair."I can see the baby's hair!" she blurted out, suddenly feeling strangely excited.Her mother was straining, pushing. "Hold the head!" she ordered.Esther shut her eyes, and almost fainted with theshock when she realized that the baby's head was through. She held it with her hands, supporting it firmly as her mother began to push again. The baby seemed to almost slip sideways, shoulder first, and slide all warm and steamy into her nervous hands. The baby's skin was smeared with blood and a white greasy kind of thing, but it was the blueness of the strange small body that scared her. The eyes were shut and no sound issued from the tiny purple-coloured lips; a twisted rope of mottled cord lay wrapped around her baby sister's neck."Is the baby all right?" demanded Majella anxiously."Mammy, it's a little girl, but ... the cord ..."Esther grabbed at the cord, trying to loosen it and unwind it without hurting the baby's neck."You must cut it and tie it off!" stated her mother firmly."What'll I tie it with?" asked Esther, frantic, then reaching up to her hair she pulled off the narrow black ribbon used to keep her light brown curls in check."Good girl! Do it quick! Tie it close to the baby's belly first before you cut!"She managed to hold the fleshy rope and, as tight as she could tie it off, close to the baby's sunken belly, she knotted the ribbon."Now cut it!" ordered her mother, trying to sit up more to help her.The bed and Esther's hands were spattered with blood, but the fleshy link between mother and child was severed."Is she breathing?" shouted her mother.Esther could barely look at her. The baby had seemed to move but now was floppy in her arms, and an unnaturalbruised blue-grey colour from top to toe. Out of instinct she turned the baby over, tilting her, patting the small back, then looking again; she wiped the tiny face with the corner of the sheet, opening the mouth with her little finger. It was almost like a sigh, but the baby gasped for breath, the small curving chest moved. Relieved and excited, she wrapped the sheet loosely round the baby, ready to pass her to her mother, realizing only then that she lay, almost passed out, white against the pillow."Out of the way, girl, or your mother will bleed to death!"Mrs. Murphy had arrived and, tossing Esther aside, pushed up beside the patient in the bed, pulling back the bloodstained blankets and sheet. "Get me cloths, towels, sheets, anything, quick as you can, girl!" ordered the stout, fair-haired woman, rolling up her sleeves and fastening a neat white apron over her massive chest and body.Esther stood mesmerized, holding the new baby."Run, girl! We've no time to waste. For the love of God, put that child down somewhere!"The small wooden crib fashioned by her grandfather had not been brought into the house yet, so Esther placed the small body in an open drawer, wrapping a woolly shawl around the sheet."Run, girl! Run!"Esther was like a madwoman, running around the small overcrowded cottage in a frenzy, pulling sheets off her own and the boys' beds, grabbing the towels in the airing-cupboard and those drying over the range, Tom helping her like he always did. "Tom! See if any of the sheets on the clothes line are dry!" she bossed, sending heranxious young brothers out in the sunshine. Wouldn't you know it! Little Paddy had just woken from his nap. He'd peed himself and drowsily cried for his mother. "Where's my mammy?" he whined, tufts of soft fair hair standing up on his head, his cheeks rosy, smelling of urine."Sssh, pet! Tom and I are minding you for the moment." She tried not to let him sense her fear and handed him over to a reluctant Tom.Back in the bedroom, Esther could feel herself getting dizzy as Mrs. Murphy used towel after towel to staunch her mother's bleeding."Don't you go fainting on me, Esther," she warned. "Where's your father?""Off fishing with Ger and Donal. They'll not be back for hours!""Well that'll be far too late for us--we've got to raise this bedstead now!" insisted the midwife.The two of them took a corner each, struggling and pulling, but there was no budging it."We need more help and something to prop it up with!""Tom!" called Esther through the open window. "Get some blocks of wood and come in here immediately." Within seconds her younger brothers were standing at the doorway."Esther, you and I and young Tom will have a go at lifting this corner and maybe the young lad will be able to lie on the ground and slip a block of wood under the end of it. Now, one ... two ... three!"They all strained, lifting the heavy corner till it felt like the very veins in their heads would burst, while Liammanaged to dart in and shove the circle of sawn ash underneath it. The bed was now tilted at an angle, their mother lying lopsided. "Now the other side!" cajoled Maureen Murphy. They repeated the process, though unfortunately one side was slightly higher than the other, but it was the best that they could do."There you go, Majella! That's a lot better!" murmured Mrs. Murphy. "Now boys, away out with ye!"Esther stood watching as the neighbour attended to her mother."Let's hope she doesn't get a fever out of this," worried Maureen aloud. "She's lost a lot of blood, Esther, so we'll just have to wait and see." Esther nodded dumbly. "A cup of tea would be much appreciated," suggested Maureen, tidying up the bundle of soiled laundry scattered on the floor and the bed. "I'll take these home to wash for ye."Esther lifted the kettle on to the cooker and set it to boil, all the time praying that her mother would survive this. Having babies was a desperate ordeal by the look of it, so why in heaven's name did women like her mother go through it? By the time she got back to the bedroom Mrs. Murphy had made her mother comfortable and she had dozed off to sleep."She's exhausted, poor dote," she murmured, taking a large sip of milky tea from the cup that Esther passed her. "I think Majella might be needing the doctor. I'll send for him.""What about the baby?" Esther lifted the baby from the drawer and passed her to Maureen Murphy."The poor little creature never had a chance, God begood to her! Stillborn, they call it, Esther. She was not meant for this world.""No!" protested Esther. "She was alive, I saw her move, take a breath when I pulled the cord from round her neck, honest, Mrs. Murphy!""You thought you saw, hoped you saw, pet.""I did!" she insisted, grabbing the baby back. She was sure and certain that the baby had been alive."Don't upset yourself about things that you're too young to understand! I'm only thinking of your poor mother."Esther pulled back the folds of the towel to reveal the pale, still, doll-like face."Not meant for this world," murmured Maureen Murphy kindly, trying to rewrap the newborn infant.Esther pressed her ear against the tiny chest and neck, then, almost demented, pulled the baby to herself, shaking the limp body. Three tiny fingers moved. They both saw it."Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" declared the midwife, blessing herself."You see!" insisted Esther triumphantly. "She's alive!""Give me the child to examine!" said Maureen, unwrapping the baby carefully. "She's born too early and mighty small and far too blue for my liking, and well, there's something not quite ..."Esther's blue eyes fastened on the woman, daring her to say anything bad about this new sister that she had helped to deliver.Ten years working on the wards in a large Liverpoolhospital had helped Maureen develop an instinct about patients, no matter how old or young they were, the ability to sense when things were not right. "Well, I'm no doctor but 'tis God's will!"Mrs. Murphy bundled up the soiled bedlinen. There was not much else she could do here for the moment. Majella Doyle was deep in an exhausted sleep. She'd away home. Esther touched the older woman's arm."Thank you for coming, Mrs. Murphy. I don't know what my mammy would have done without you. We are very grateful.""Say nothing, child. You were the one here with her when she needed it most, but you know, we are still not out of the woods, yet, so don't be getting your hopes up too high. I think I'd better walk down to McEvoy's Bar and ask to use the phone; I'm thinking that Dr. Lawless might have a look at your mother and the baby. I'll pop back up later to see how they're doing."Esther watched as their neighbour walked back down the path. After all the excitement she was strangely tired herself, but couldn't resist another look at her new baby sister, lifting her up carefully. Imagine if the baby hadn't moved those tiny fingers, given a sign that she was alive, taken that one shuddering breath and clung on to life!It didn't bear thinking about. She pressed her face against the soft baby skin, inhaling that newborn smell as her small sister yawned and moved against her. Already she felt an instinctive bond and sense of responsibility for this new sister. She loved all her five brothers dearly, but this little baby was different. She'd helped her to come intothe world and saved her life--she wasn't prepared to let anything bad happen to her."I'm your big sister Esther, d'ye hear! I prayed and prayed every day for God to send me a sister and now he's sent you! You've got to get bigger and stronger, for you're the only sister I've got. I promise to look after you and mind you!"The baby shut her eyes firmly and murmured softly as Esther kissed her forehead before lowering her back down gently on to the folded blanket. As long as she lived she'd never let anything harm her baby sister.Copyright © 1999 by Marita Conlon-McKenna

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