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A Special Sunday Brunch Part 3 (Conclusion)

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Maurice kept the kebabs flowing. Velvette had not only made pizza for the rather finicky children, but a pot of hearty fish and tomato stew that everyone had with chunks of sliced warm baguettes baked by Mae, who also made risotto with prawns and asparagus. Mildred contributed a bit of spaghetti bolognaise that she had made for dinner the night before, which Esme dug into with relish.

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The Brambles took charge of dessert, which everyone made sure they had room in their bellies for.

When the dishes and cutlery were cleared, and the birthday cake brought out, there was a collective gasp of pleasure.

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‘Strawberry chantilly cream cake!’ squealed Matthew. ‘My favorite!’ It was Mortimer’s specialty.

‘Gather around, everyone!’ said Eleanor.

birthday cakeThe birthday song was sung. Matthew made a wish and blew out the candles on the cake, and Eleanor made sure that everybody had a thick slice.

‘Sooooo yummy,’ said Matthew. ‘I love you, Dad!’

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‘So do we!’ chimed George and Mildred.

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It was a little after three in the afternoon when the neighbors said their goodbyes and ambled home, already dreaming about siesta in their warm cosy beds. They had helped with the washing up and all there was to do was to take down the party decorations.

Eleanor helped carry the presents up to Matthew’s bedroom.

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‘Have fun opening them!’ she said.

Matthew started with the Slydales’ gift. It was a book bag.

bookbag‘Perfect!’ said Eleanor. ‘You needed a new one.’

From Elma, Mae, Ike and Candy, Matthew got a pair of white sneakers.

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‘Nice,’ said Matthew. He turned to the pink package and gently unwrapped it. The Mulberry grandparents were famous for their unconventional gifts. Matthew tried not to expect too much. He imagined lime green pyjamas with watermelon prints.

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‘It’s a … keyboard!’ Matthew exclaimed. ‘It’s so cool!’

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‘That must’ve come from Uncle Edward’s shop,’ said Eleanor. Edward Mulberry, George and Mildred’s son, was a brilliant toymaker. ‘This must be one of his latest products. You’re a very lucky boy, Mattie.’

Matthew saved Esme’s present for last. She had told him that it was something he would really, really like, and over brunch he had spent every fifth or sixth mouthful of food guessing what it was, and being told he was wrong. Now he would finally know.

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‘Hmm, looks like a book,’ he said as he opened the top of the gift box.

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‘Oh, a book about camping! And Esme wrote it!’

Esme loved camping and was the best person to ask about the best equipment and  camping spots around the country. She got Matthew interested after she showed him pictures of her many camping trips. Matthew’s birthday present was a handmade guide to camping, a thick notebook filled with handwritten notes, pictures and maps pasted on the pages.

‘I’m going to read it rightaway!’ declared Matthew, climbing onto his bunk bed.

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‘Not so fast, young man,’ said Eleanor. ‘Straighten up your room first. I don’t want all this wrapping paper lying around. Birthday boys still need to pick up after themselves, you know.’

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‘Okay,’ said Matthew. ‘I love you, Mom!’

‘I love you too,’ said Eleanor, ‘but you still have to clean up. I’m going to sit with your dad and watch a bit of TV.’

-The End-

A Special Sunday Brunch Part 2

The children amused themselves with helium-filled balloons that the Chantillys had picked up in town, while the adults worked quickly to get the brunch ready.

Kids with balloons

Maurice got the fire started and was soon arranging his famous seafood and vegetable kebabs on the grill. (He was asked once what he used to marinate his juicy and flavorful kebabs, and his reply was, “Oh, a little salt and some spices,” and a wink.)

Myriam and Eleanor set the tables.

Mortimer, having done his part the night before – putting up the party decorations after Matthew had gone to bed, and making and frosting the birthday cake – got to kick back and just welcome the guests.

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The Slydales arrived soon after, and quickly pitched in. Velvette Slydale brought a tomato and cheese pizza for the children.

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‘Very thoughtful of you, Velvette,’ said Eleanor.

‘Oh, it was nothing,’ said Velvette. ‘Good idea to bring these plastic plates for the children, Myriam. I keep telling Slick to get plastic bowls and cups for our little Skitter, but he says he doesn’t care for plastic. I said to him, ‘Well, you’ll start caring once we run out of china!”

‘Indeed!’ said Myriam, and the ladies giggled.

The Mulberrys – Elma and Mae and their children Ike and Candy – finally appeared, with the unexpected additions of the children’s grandparents, George and Mildred.

‘How lovely to see you, George and Millie!’ cried Eleanor, giving the feisty old lady a warm hug.

The Mulberrys

‘Sorry we’re later than usual, Ellie and Mort,’ said Mae. ‘Ma and Pa called from the village to say that they were coming by, so we waited for them and they got lost.’

‘Oh, a little off-the-beaten-track adventure never hurt anyone,’ said George.

‘And we come bearing gifts for your boy,’ said Mildred as she handed Eleanor two big wrapped packages.

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‘The one in the er, appropriate wrapping paper is from Mae and family,’ said Mildred. ‘The one in pink is from George and me, I’m afraid. I know your Mattie is a boy, but it’s such a pretty pink paper that I couldn’t resist. Anyway, it’s what’s inside that matters, I think.’

‘You’re absolutely right, Millie!’ said Eleanor. She found Mildred’s eccentricities refreshing and endearing.

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‘Ladies and gentlemen!’ Maurice announced. ‘The kebabs are ready, and everyone’s here, so shall we have brunch now?’

And they did.

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-End of Part 2-

A Special Sunday Brunch Part 1

Matthew Bramble woke up to the smell of food. Delicious, freshly-baked food, to be exact.

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‘Mmm, blueberry muffins,’ he said to himself. ‘I love Sundays.’

It was the custom for families living a leisurely stroll away from one another to take turns hosting potluck Sunday brunch. That day it was the Brambles’ turn to open their home to their neighbours. They would be joined by the Mulberrys, the Slydales and the Chantillys. Maurice Chantilly and his family actually lived a leisurely drive away from Larchwood Lodge, but his daughter Esme and Matthew were best friends at school so they were always welcome.

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Scrubbing himself in the bathtub, Matthew thought about how wonderful it was that school was out. This was going to be an extra special term break; the Brambles were going on a beach holiday for a week! The idea of being someplace warm in December put him in a very good mood.

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‘Oh, there you are, Mattie!’ greeted his mother, Eleanor, as soon as he stepped out of the bathroom. ‘Here, put these on.’ She held out a set of new clothes, more fit for a day out in town than a lazy Sunday at home.

‘Why can’t I wear what I always wear?’ Matthew asked.

‘Oh, you know why -‘ Eleanor caught herself mid-sentence, as though something had just struck her. ‘The neighbours are coming and I don’t want you looking scruffy, that’s all,’ she added quickly. ‘Now get a move on. I’d better get the er, muffins, out of the oven.’

Matthew got dressed quickly.

Matt in the Mirror

‘It’s not quite my style,’ he said as he checked himself in the mirror, ‘and the t-shirt’s so baggy I can’t see my shorts!’

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‘But oh well, whatever makes Mom happy. I’m too hungry to argue!’

‘Are you ready, Mattie?’ It was his father, Mortimer, calling from halfway up the stairs.

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‘Haha, I see Mom’s made you dress up too,’ Matthew remarked, terribly amused.

‘You know I love your mother very much,’ he said good-naturedly. ‘Now come along.’

Matthew wondered what was making his parents especially excited about Sunday brunch. Perhaps there were having special guests?

As usual, the Brambles stood on the porch waiting for the neighbours to arrive, and as usual, the Chantillys were the first to come.

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There was a chorus of hearty good mornings and how-do-you-dos, and then from behind her back, Esme produced a box wrapped in cheery yellow paper. (Yellow is Esme’s favorite color.)

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‘Happy birthday in advance, Matt!’ said Esme. ‘Sorry the box is a bit squashed. Bumpy country lanes, hee.’

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‘Wow, thanks Esme!’ exclaimed Matthew. ‘You’re the best!’

‘Our friends asked that we throw you an early birthday party,’ explained his father, ‘since we’re going away on vacation next week.’

‘You don’t mind, do you, Mattie?’ asked his mother.

Matthew was beaming. ‘Oh, Mom and Dad! This is the best surprise ever!’

-end of Part 1-

Summer Vacation at Riverside Lodge : a very short story

Note: This is the first picture story I ever wrote about Sylvanians, and was written for my niece, who was 7 at the time.

The days are long, the skies are clear and the air is warm; summer is here! But for the Brambles, the evening is still their favourite time of day, nocturnal creatures that they are.

‘Don’t you just love summertime, Morty?’ says Eleanor. ‘There’s nothing I enjoy more than sitting out here on the porch with you, enjoying good food –‘

‘And good company!’ Mortimer finishes her sentence, smiling.

Yes, the Brambles have visitors: none other than their good friends, Maurice and Myriam Chantilly and their baby, Jacques. And when the Chantillys are around …


it’s barbecue time!


Maurice is famous for his barbecue parties, so the Brambles let him take charge of the grill. He makes sure that everything not only looks mouth-watering, but also tastes divine.


‘This corn on the cob is sweet and delicious!’ exclaims Max. ‘Thanks, Uncle Maurice!’


‘I’m going to have that after I finish my veggie burger,’ Abby declares.

Ellie and Mort have had many helpings of vegetable and seafood kebabs, and are now having a drink while enjoying the light breeze. Ellie is drinking a glass of iced chocolate, and Mort is sipping a cup of milk tea.

‘You are making me fat, Maurice!’ Ellie complains good-naturedly.

‘Well, if we are going to be fat,’ says Mort, ‘it might as well be from eating good food.’

‘You are all making me hungry,’ says Myriam from the upstairs balcony. ‘Save a fish for me, Maurice. Little Jacques is almost asleep.’

‘I just grilled one especially for you, Mims,’ says Maurice, referring to his wife by her nickname.

‘Good night, my little boy,’ says Myriam softly to the sleeping baby as she kisses his forehead. ‘Dinner is waiting for Mummy.’

‘If only Esme could join us,’ says Myriam. ‘I miss her already.’

‘Don’t worry about her, Mims,’ replies Maurice. ‘That girl is having the time of her life, I’m sure.’

Esme is the Chantillys’ daughter, their first child. Although she usually joins her parents on their vacation, this time she decided to spend the summer with a classmate, Storm De Burg. The De Burgs, who are penguins, have a summer house by the lake, where they can swim all day to keep themselves cool. ‘Storm and I are going camping!’ was the last thing Esme wrote to them on a postcard.

It looks like a happy summer for everyone.

The First Family: The Brambles

I’ve never seen a live hedgehog, but from pictures they seem to be pleasant creatures, in terms of appearance as well as temperament. The Brambles are a very adorable lot:

Mortimer, Ellie and Maxwell

Yes, I know I’m missing the daughter/sister figure in the above photo. I left Abigail out because I wanted a picture that represented my family. But here she is, having dessert with mommy Eleanor and brother Maxwell:

Eleanor, Maxwell and Abigail
Because of the Brambles, I started reading up on hedgehogs and discovered, among other things, that they are nocturnal creatures. I immediately felt an affinity to them, being a night owl myself.

The problem with the Brambles is their hairy rounded backs. They don’t sit nicely on any chair. They look so uncomfortable in the vintage car that I caved in and gave them the family car. Mortimer and Eleanor, the parents, can sleep together in a semi-double bed, but if one of them turns over in his or her sleep I suspect the other would be nudged off the bed. All these I learned after I had bought them a house and furniture to go with it:

Yes, that’s Blu-tack that I used to make the table legs stay in place. Shush.

It was a bit of a let-down to have figures that seem too big for the furniture that they are made for. I would have assumed that all Sylvanian families have the same issue as the Brambles if I hadn’t bought the Chantilly cats. Eventually, the Chantillys replaced the Brambles as my favorite family. But that’s a topic for another post.