This part of the website is dedicated to transcribed documents that belonged to the Bleiers.
Most are letter correspondence, telegrams, and a handful of journal entries.
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February 4th, 1883
Father has died.
I’m sorry, Ophelia. I know that by the time you receive this letter, you are hurrying through your final year-end, eager to come home, and may even be packing your suitcases as the courier places this letter into your hand.
Notifying you of his death was delayed at father’s request, with his apologies. He did not want to distract you from your studies, and you would not have made it back to Canada in time to see him before he passed.
You may either feel a sense of urgency at this moment, or a sense that, perhaps, there is no use moving through the weight of this sadness. I assure you, sister, Lucas and I require your time and attention more than ever.
Enclosed, you will find the second reason as to why I’ve sent this by post and not through telegraph.
He left all of it to you, Ophelia. All of it. The shop. The laboratory. The greenhouse. The manor. All of it. Of course, under the condition that Lucas and I maintain our places within the family business, and we are permitted to remain in the manor as we always have.
Father always believed in you.
Even now, beyond the grip of death.
- Alistir
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April 20th, 1883
Alistir,
I was folding socks when my mail arrived. I thought it simply congratulatory letters from classmates and professors, but, no. Only you.
The night before his death, I had one of those dreams, again. You know the ones. Hallucinations of little importance until some realization comes to pass.
Father stood at the door of the manor greenhouse. It was beautiful. It sparkled in the sun, like an exotic jewel. It was very strange. It stood in the middle of a vast desert full of quartz sand.
Father held out his arms to me. I ran toward him, and flung myself into his embrace. He laughed and cradled me like a child, and whispered to me:
“It’s calling me away, Ophelia.”
“What’s that, father?”
“Don’t you hear it?” He asked, “Don’t you hear the lullaby?”
I began to feel fear.
“No, father.”
I watched as his smile slipped away.
He spoke, very softly.
“Oh.”
And he crumbled to dust.
I’m sure Lucas will be pleased to hear about this dream, despite its meaning or content. I am willing to discuss it further when I arrive, but only after a period of rest.
Father’s passing has convinced me that post-graduate study is no longer necessary. We must take care of father’s business and I must take up the mantle of responsibility. My studies will not end. Simply, move.
We have much work to do.
- Ophelia
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Lucas' Journal #1: Ophelia’s finally home. Thank goodness. The manor is starting to feel whole again. Alistir and I have missed her dearly and we are glad she’s safe within the walls of our – her – home. I’m grateful that father left her the manor and the business. Alistir and I can focus on our engineering and Ophelia can keep herself busy with managing the business and the house. Heavens know I’m useless when I must focus on making my own tea and keeping house – let alone remembering to eat! Same with Alistir. I’m certain that if we did not have help, we’d simply starve to death in a dimly-lit corner of this house, as we’d forgotten to turn on a lamp!
Lucas' Journal #2: Ophelia and I both agreed that, after scrutinizing the vision of her dream, that father’s ashes be kept in the greenhouse. I had forgotten to tell her that I was turning it into a conservatory, due to its lovely domed roof and how the moon sits just right at the equinox. It’s the perfect place to study the cosmos, if I do say so myself. I had a chance to show her the completed telescope. It was only blueprints on paper, the first time she’d seen it. I think father will be glad to keep watch over it, in amongst the well-kept flora. Alistir ensured the garden’s upkeep, even as he worked his engineering prowess on my beloved telescope. Taking all that time from his own project, to focus on mine. He’s a good brother. I’m glad I’ve always been five minutes younger. Ophelia has settled up in the attic.
Lucas' Journal #3: Ophelia and I both agreed that, after scrutinizing the vision of her dream, that father’s ashes be kept in the greenhouse. I had forgotten to tell her that I was turning it into a conservatory, due to its lovely domed roof and how the moon sits just right at the equinox. It’s the perfect place to study the cosmos, if I do say so myself. I had a chance to show her the completed telescope. It was only blueprints on paper, the first time she’d seen it. I think father will be glad to keep watch over it, in amongst the well-kept flora. Alistir ensured the garden’s upkeep, even as he worked his engineering prowess on my beloved telescope. Taking all that time from his own project, to focus on mine. He’s a good brother. I’m glad I’ve always been five minutes younger. Ophelia has settled up in the attic.
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