“Would madam like to taste the wine”? Said the waiter to Morwena as he served her for the evening meal.This experience,if it hadn’t had been of such importance,could have been termed an adventure.Morwena sat with Edith Bolitho ,who had been mentioned as her point of contact in the letter of introduction from Marilyn Graham.
Edith Bolitho was from Cornish aristocracy,and here Morwena was eating and discussing the role of women in the mining villages of West Cornwall.We would be forgiven if the term West Cornwall only had association with a certain purveyer of Cornish Pasty.However ,in the early part f the 20th century ,West Cornwall had tin mining as its main claim to fame.Edith Bolitho ,a blue stocking with an intellect to engage any human on the planet,was firing questions at Morwena about the outlining villages and the women’s interest in the movement there.Morwena,never one to feel intimidated,readily engaged in the conversation.As she communicated her thoughts to Edith,there was a chemistry beginning to develop between the two women.
As the meal progressed,Edith just wasn’t concerned about how Morwena ate her food,or what cutlery she used,or the order in which he chose each piece.No,Edith was 100% committed to the furtherance of the movement,and she detected in Morwena a kindred spirit.
When Morwena had finished her synopsis of the outlining villages from her own observations,fuelled as well by Marilyn,something happened to her that had last occurred when she had explained her dreams of votes for women to Pierre.Miss Bolitho had actually listened to her with an intensity that drew her to Morwena.This hotel in Penzance was probably the finest building that Morwena had ever entered in her life,but Edith made her feel so much at home.
Morwena had initially thought that her place tomorrow would be to hand out leaflets to those who were in attendance,and then to pass out provision NHS for the first part of the March up to Saltash ,where the women would cross the ferry over the river Tamar.This would have been counted as a wonderful privilege but Edith a Bolitho had their ideas,and she wasn’t a women who was easily persuaded against.
Edith Bolitho,unbeknown to Morwena had had a number of conversations with Marilyn on Saturday last as this was her regular social occasion.You see,Edith was the reason why Marilyn would travel to Truro each week,but convention dictated that these visits had to be of a clandestine nature.However,Marilyn had sung the praises of Morwena to such a degree that Edith wanted to meet her with a view to her being asked to march with the women to London.Obviously,this was like a bolt out of the blue for Morwena.
Morwena was truly taken a back with the trust had been placed in her by these women.As she went to the bathroom,she thought of how her life had thrown up these events,and how she felt that now she was on the threshold of something very important,nod as she reflected ,the voice of her dear Pa rang out :”Follow your dream Morwena,follow your dream”.As no man in her life,apart from Pierre,had truly measured up to her Pa,she knew what she must do,she just had to March for freedom,but not just for herself,but for all the memories of women past ,present,but more so ,for their future.