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Lark Rise to Candleford, a BBC period drama production, has taken hold of my mother’s TV viewing attention as well as my own.  Season 3 was at the tip-top of my mother’s Christmas Wish List so much so that I actually shuddered to think about how she would react if Lark Rise was missing from under the Christmas tree.  My dad of course gave it to her, and we watched an episode that night with my grandparents.  Season 3 begins with the early stages of Thomas Brown and Miss Margaret’s marriage.  Thomas Brown is Candleford’s postman – a man of God under constant spiritual conviction to preach at any person who he feels that God might feel… needs a sermon.  Miss Margaret, his wife, is a most timid woman with a very small, quiet voice, who blushes at the mention of anything remotely romantic or that could be mistaken as intimate.  They’re simply: awkward.

Dorcus, the post mistress, is always full of wisdom.  After a short period of being married, Miss Margaret visits Dorcus in need of some serious advice.  Miss Margaret proceeds to tell Dorcus that her Thomas Brown wants to “endeavor” almost every night.  He will even wake her up so that they may “endeavor” together.  Dorcus listens intently and tells Margaret that this is natural and completely normal, especially for newly weds.  However Dorcus changes her mind when Margaret admits that Thomas Brown sometimes will want to endeavor up to 8 or 9 times a night.  Fortunately for Dorcus, she finally realizes that Miss Margaret isn’t referring to endeavoring, but endeavoring.  Praying.

The episode continues on, showing the turmoil that poor Thomas Brown is experiencing.  He very much wants Miss Margaret to have a baby, and he can’t think of any other way for this to happen unless he prays constantly every single night.  He confesses his worry to a friend who kindly tells him that praying is all good and well, and God will indeed provide, but in order for a woman to get pregnant, they actually must… endeavor.

Thomas Brown, now filled with the utmost confidence, goes home to his Miss Margaret.  He walks in, faces his already dressed for bed wife and asks, “Shall we… endeavor?” 

They did.  And Thomas Brown belted one triumphant note out of his trumpet at the completion for the entire town of Candleford to hear.

My Grandpa suggested the next morning over breakfast that Will ought to get himself a trumpet.


Author: Holly

Vienna-based American wife/mom/expat.

One thought on “Endeavor

  1. Lol the trumpet !

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