Grace Livingston Hill's "Re-Creations" is a sweet family story with worries and a bit of suspense and drama. I loved the religious message and found it interesting in 1924 that the author addressed that college can change some and bring them farther from God. Grace Livingston Hill would be amazed at not only the colleges of modern times, but the young school age being lead further away from religious sentiment. Truly sad state of affairs and Cornelia's college friends treating faith as being a zealot.
Story in short- Cornelia must give up college even though she is nearly finished, to come home and take care of her family because her mother is ill.
“Well, I never thought Cornie Copley would turn out to be that kind of a nut. Think of her going to the station to meet her mother-in-law just before the ceremony! Love certainly is blind. Girls you needn’t ever worry, lest I’ll do anything of that kind, not me!” cried Natalie. “That man must be some kind of a nut himself, or else she’s been all made over somehow.” Jane tiptoed and shut the door; and then in a whisper she said, “Girls, I want to tell you. I believe it’s religion. It’s odd, but I believe it is. I heard her talking about praying for somebody down in the hall when I stood up here waiting for my trunk to be unlocked by her brother. She was talking to her little sister, and they seemed to be praying for something or somebody, and she mentioned the church every other breath since we came, and the minister, and—look at there! There’s her Bible with her name in it. I opened it and looked, and he gave it to her. ‘Cornelia from Arthur.’ That’s what it says. And see that card framed over the table? It’s a Christian Endeavor pledge card. I know for I used to belong when I was a child. She’s going to have the Christian Endeavor society all at her wedding, too. I heard her say the Christian Endeavor chorus was going to sing the wedding march before they came in, and she talks about the minister’s daughter all the time. You may depend on it,"
"it’s religion that’s the matter with Cornie, not being in love. Cornie’s a level-headed girl, and she wouldn’t go out of her head this way just for falling in love. When religion gets into the blood it’s ten times worse than any falling in love ever. I wonder what her Arthur thinks of it. Maybe he means to take it out of her when he gets her good and tied.”
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"But this money affair that Father laid so much emphasis upon was something that she could not quite understand. If Father only understood how much money she could make once she was an interior decorator in some large, established firm, he would see that a little money spent now would bring large returns."
"Of course, she was sorry her mother was sick, but Father spoke hopefully, confidently about her, and the rest would probably do her good. It wasn’t as if Mother were hopelessly ill. She was thankful as any of them that that had not come. But Mother had always understood her aspirations, and if she were only at home she would show Father how unreasonable it was for her to have to give up now when only a year and a half more and the goal would be reached and she could become a contributing member of the family, rather than just a housekeeper!"
"so she had grown quite away from the home and its habits. She began to feel, as she drew nearer and nearer to the home city, almost as if she were going among strangers."
"You’ll do it yet. I can see it in your eyes. But here we are at last in the city, and aren’t you going to give me your address? Here’s mine on this card, and I don’t want to lose you now that I’ve found you. "
"Almost immediately a tall young man strode down the aisle and stood beside the seat. It seemed a miracle how he would have arrived so soon, before the passengers had gathered their bundles ready to get out. “Mother!” he said eagerly, lifting his hat with the grace and ease of a young man well versed in the usages of the best society. And then he stooped and kissed her. Cornelia forgot herself in her admiration of the little scene. It was so beautiful to see a mother and son like this. She sighed wistfully. If only Carey could be like that with Mother! What an unusual young man this one seemed to be! He treated his mother like a beloved friend."
"Then she caught a glimpse of her father at the train gate, with his old derby pulled down far over his forehead as if it were getting too big and his shabby coat collar turned up about his sunken cheeks. How worn and tired he looked! Yes, and old and thin. She hadn’t remembered that his shoulders stooped so, or that his hair was so gray. Had all that happened in two years?"
“M’m!” said the son, watching Cornelia escape from a choking embrace from her younger brother and sister. “I should think that might be interesting,” and he walked quite around a group of chattering people greeting some friends in order that he might watch her the longer."
Cornelia Copley is called home to help take care of her family. She has been going to college for an interior design degree, her mother has to be sent away for rest and her father needs help with her brothers and sister. She was thinking if she could finish her degree she could start making money for the family. Her dad had told her in the letter that he is unable to pay for school any longer. On the train Cornelia meets a nice lady who is trying to make her see that all is not bad. The lady exchanges addresses with her, because she would like to see if Cornelia is able to help use design to her new family home. Cornelia is briefly introduced to the lady's son.
"Louise chimed in with a tale about a play in school that she had to be in if Nellie would only help her get up a costume out of old things. But gradually the talk died down, and Louise sat looking thoughtfully across at her father’s tired face, while Harry frowned and puckered his lips in a contemplative attitude, shifting his gum only now and then, enough to keep it going, and fixing his eyes very wide and blue in deep melancholy upon the toe of his father’s worn shoe. Something was fast going wrong with the spirits of the children, and Cornelia was so engrossed in herself and her own bitter disappointment that she hadn’t even noticed it."
"Cornelia gasped and hurried in to shut herself and her misery away from the world. Was this what they had come to? No wonder her mother had given out! No wonder her father—But then her father—how could he have let them come to a place like this? It was terrible!"
"The wallpaper was an ugly, dirty dark red, with tarnished gold designs, torn in places and hanging down, greasy and marred where chairs had rubbed against it and heads had apparently leaned. It certainly was not a charming interior. She curled her lip slightly as she took it all in. This was her home! And she a born artist and interior decorator!"
“I guess maybe I better go to bed,” said Louise suddenly, blinking to hide a tendency to tears. It was somehow all so different from what she had expected. She had thought it would be almost like having mother back, and it wasn’t at all. Cornelia seemed strange and difficult."
"She worked too hard. I shall never forgive myself!” He suddenly buried his face in his hands and groaned. It was awful to Cornelia. She wanted to run and fling her arms about his neck and comfort him; yet she couldn’t help blaming him. Was he so weak? Why hadn’t he been more careful of the business and not let things get into such a mess? A man oughtn’t to be weak. But the sight of his trouble touched her strangely."
"Cornelia’s eyes were filled with tears now. She had forgotten her own disappointments and the way she had been blaming her father and was filled with remorse for the little mother who had suffered and thought of her to the last. She got up quickly and went over to gather the bowed head of her father into her unaccustomed arms and try somehow to be daughterly."
"brought depression upon her spirits once more, and she lay a long time filled with self-pity and wondering how in the world she was ever to endure it all.
Nellie has come home ut to such a poverty stricken home. Louise and Harry try to entertain their sister, but Cornelia is just thinking of herself and all her disappointments that she doesn't notice theirs. She starts to blame her father and how could he let things get so bad. She is to share a bed with Louise, she barely knows how to conformt them, after her father mentioned that her mother had to ave an operation did she begin to not think of herself but after returning to her dreary room, she returned to self pity."
"Suddenly she was stung into action. They should see that she was no selfish, idle member of the family group. At least, she could be as brave as they were. She would go to work and make a difference in things before they came home. She would show them!"
"She knew now that those beautiful things of her mother’s were gone, and her strong suspicions were that she was the cause of it all. Someone else was enjoying them so that the money they brought could be used to keep her in college! And she had been blaming her father for not having managed somehow to let her stay longer! All these months, or perhaps years for all she knew, he had been straining and striving to keep her from knowing how hard he and her dear mother were saving and scrimping to make her happy and give her the education she wanted; and she, selfish, unloving girl that she was, had been painting, drawing, studying, directing class plays, making fudge, playing hockey, reading delightful books, attending wonderful lectures and concerts, studying beautiful pictures, and all the time growing further and further away from the dear people who were giving their lives—yes, literally giving their lives, for they couldn’t have had much enjoyment in living at this rate—to make it all possible for her!"
"Suddenly the tears blurred into her eyes at the thought of the little disappointed sister yet taking care for her in her absence. Dear little Louie! How hard it must have been for her! And she remembered the sigh she had heard from the kitchen a little while ago. Well, she was thankful she had been awakened right away and not allowed to go on in her selfish indifference."
After hearing Louise and Harry talk before going to school about the sacrifices that were made so that Cornelia could go to college, Nellie could not believe this until, while investigating and seeing the good furnture sold replacing it with shabby things. The house is no longer kept as her mother would have it is a mess and things not put away from recent move but what about Carey, his room is a big mess and there are cigarettes butts, had he changed so much. Nellie decided she must tackle this mess first.
"Down the dull little street she sped, thinking of all she had to do in the house before the family came home, trying not to feel the desolation of the night before as she passed the commonplace houses and saw what kind of neighborhood she had come to live in, trying not to realize that almost every house showed neglect or poverty of some kind. Well, what of it? If she did live in a neighborhood that was utterly uncongenial, she could at least make their little home more comfortable."
"More rapidly they passed this time, but the eyes of the woman took in all the details: the blank sidewall where windows ought to have abounded; the shallow third story obviously with space for only one room; the lowly neighbors; the dirty, noisy children in the street. She thought of the girl’s lovely refined face and sighed."
“I imagine she’ll confine her attention to the interior of her own home if she does anything at all. I’m afraid if I came home from college to a place like that, I’d beat it, mother mine.” His mother looked up with a trusting smile. “You wouldn’t, though!” she said sunnily and added thoughtfully, “And she won’t either. She had a true face. Sometime I’m coming back to see how it came out.”
"Would they notice the difference and be a little glad that she had come? They had taken her for a lazy snob in the morning. Would they feel any better about it now?"
“Harry Copley! You answered her real mean! You go upstairs and apologize quick! And then you beat it and change your clothes and get to work. I’ll help her. We’re going to work together after this, she and I.” And seizing a large slice of gingerbread in her passing, she flew up the stairs to find her sister."
Nellie had gone to the market, she had some money that her mother had given her for a dress before she became ill, but Nellie had not spent it yet. She was happy to buy a nice dinner and decided to make ginerbread too. She started to clean the house but she had to start in Carey's room before she could feel right. The lady at the station and her son had some time on their hands, so she wanted to drive by her new friend's house, they are both surprised how run down the neighborhood looks but the lady feels that her young friend will make good. Harry and Louise come back home and see the change which lifts their hearts.