Subj: Unto the Generations Part 3
Date: 2/14/00 2:14:32 AM Central Standard Time
From: JODY
Justin long ago had been explained the damage that may occur if he went into the past; how lives would be altered, people not born or died because of some thoughtless whim., even to the extent of preventing the marriage of Barnabas and Julia, or the Collins, or Byron.
A rageful Barnabas lectured his son of such harmful consequences in the drawing room and dismissed his son to do "reflective thinking" of such harmful things in his own room.
Meantime, Julia had come in with Byron, and Barnabas was pacing up and down, with a lost look in his face. They had been used to Nicole being like this but now one of their own sons was following suit, Justin. Barnabas had thought after the birth of Byron that this activity would halt,and not even thinking any of the other of his children would be involved in such endeavors. Agony and misery were written all over his face. Julia studied Barnabas' face for awhile without saying a word. For now this concerned her too. She also like Barnabas thought this childish behavior of going into the past without an immediate danger to solve for the family was for naught.and she was totally surprised at her son's behavior in this regard. They had expected such behavior in the past from Nicole, but never Justin. Julia and Barnabas though had years of experience with Barnabas distraught over his newest discovery from his son Justin Collins, pondered as to how to proceed with his punishment and how to deter him in the future from such dangerous activities as scheming to go into the past and being under the influence of Nicole Collins in such a detrimental way as to encourage her to go into the future without consulting Nicole, but Justin had a happy life and they would be harsher in his punishment than that of Nicole.
Julia thought of the alternatives and decided upon one course of action which Justin would despise utterly being sent to Harvard for one year away from Nicole's influence.Justin, like Nicole, had been accepted to Harvard at an early age, and Julia was prepared to send him there or to a boarding school for a short time to curtail such an influence and to make a point to him that but what Julia didn't take into account was the fact that Nicole may follow Justin to wherever he was sent.
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Nicole was unaware of the Barnabas' discovery of Justin and their plot to go back into time. However, on this day, and on many days, she sometimes took refuge at seaview,either reading,thinking, or writing. It was on this day, that she decided to do some writing.
In the meantime Nicole had begun to do some reflective thinking herself over her life and her past,She sat down, this time she was at Seaview, beginning to actually write what was the beginning of many of the various members family journals to be written, and read by other family members to learn to solve family crises that concerned the immediate Collins family.So Nicole began to write what she called THE CHRONICLE OF NICOLE COLLINS.
I followed my parents with the advent of time I first found them as a small child of thirteen or so. Barnabas, was the first to notice that I resembled Julia, my mother,almost to a uncanny extent. His love for her and the quest for truth prevailed in him bringing me home to them as a small child, after I had been kidnapped and not united with my mother in many years. I was most fortunate during those years to have the love of both Barnabas. and Julia. Barnabas, who adopted me, was less harsh than my mother Julia was. Julia pushed for my admittance into medical school and at a young age I took residence at Harvard while I lived with my Grandfather. My Grandfather passed and I inherited the bulk of his estate. I wanted to come home , but for those years lived a facade especially to my father I was indeed happy with living in Boston and attending medical school. I went through various loves and became part of the jet set. I took up flying.. In the tears, which I cried myself to sleep I was thinking of my Father, my Mother and my brothers, and my home at Collinwood, the ghosts , the adventures which Mother and Father had undertaken. For you see, I had special insights about what some of their adventures and past were . They thought I would become more normal in Boston, and that Woodard's ghost nor Angelique wouldn't follow me there.
But I found out that the evils of Collinwood did in fact follow me and I was not exempt from them, despite my parent's wishes. The first encounter of such a sort with with Blair's son Evan, who courted me and we became engaged. Little did I know that this was the son of Blair till I later found out something quite different in the truth. When I saw Nicholas I knew I couldn't live with this and had to go back home. I remember when I was a child a premonition of a man named Charles who would be the center of my life. But I hid that in the back of my mind. I just knew I wanted to go home. I had served my prison time in Boston. I knew if I approached my father, Barnabas, and told him how much I missed Collinwood that my Mother , Julia would go along with him, despite any resistance of my finishing my residency in Boston. I just knew I wanted to come home.
But to my dismay , My mother on a surprise visit to Boston on my twenty-fourth birthday had heard little from me , because I rarely came home. My brothers didn't understand why I didn't love them , and my Mother was not all happy about me not keeping close with the family. She had decided I had gone too far in careerism, even for her taste. My mother was so devoted to my father, sometimes, at any expense. And it actually was my mother who I found out later, despite all outward appearances that for the last several years had cried herself to sleepwishing me to me home. But then she took a stand that this was necessary to have the skills to save my father in the event something happened to her. My poor father was in dilemma. He wanted me home, and detested that I was in Boston, especially living with my grandfather, whom he hated. He was concerned That I would become a snob like Grandfather.
My parents had scattered reports of me in Boston through various friends that I did well in school. I graduated from medical school at Harvard third in my class. Not second actually like mother did, because I had not applied myself so like she did. I was more interested in the humanities like Father and every summer at leisure between parties, would take coursework in the humanities, almost a doubleload. I couldn't have enough of it. I did miss my course work in the occult. But I took only a few courses of that type while I was in Boston, For me to absorb the courses. I finally realized my father's influence in the humanities was an influencing factor here. He made stories about things of the past so exciting. He made knowledge and learning something I craved and was hungry for and there was no stopping. In these classes, I was at the top of my classes, and sometimes far above my professors. I never told my parents this but I had numerous offers of scholarships for further study in the humanities at an advanced level with Harvard and other fine institutions of learning. I wrote papers about the humanities and had them published. I dreamed about the thought of becoming a scholar but I wanted to go home to Collinwood. I would one day be in a position financially to import any materials I wanted into Collinwood. For it was my dream to bring that influence of scholarly interpretations to Collinwood, even if i had to spend my entire inheritance to do so. Collinwood to me, and the Old House was my targeted destination as my home . Boston, and any other fine , city Did not have my family, and my heritage as a Collins , and I truly missed that.
When I did graduate from medical school, I told my parents shortly before the ceremony hoping that they would not come. I had hidden a great many things from them, especially the flying. If my father knew about that, he would never let me step foot outside the Old House. You see I had a reputation as the "flying doctor" among my classmates. I was just praying none of that would come out of my graduation at Harvard. Despite all appearances, I always struggled with the ghost of Woodard, haunting me, if I walked the halls of Collinwood again. In Boston ,all was quiet.
But I always had haunting dreams of him coming back to me, because I allowed Barnabas Collins and Julia after I knew their secret, for it to remain so. I just kept it As something in the past. I felt Barnabas had suffered enough, and was not the creature he once was. Barnabas Collins was a good man and loved my mother beyond reproach. I dare not take the only love of her life away from her. Meanwhile, to my surprise my parents did make their way to Boston for my graduation from medical school. My brothers, were with Elizabeth at Collinwood, And my parents , both were determined not only to attend my graduation but with their uncanny investigation skills, made many inquiries into my activities,my friends, my social life, and they were determined to stay in Boston for an extended Stay while all this was being done. For they had heard some rumors that I had indeed become wild. Thanks goodness none of my friends confimed such, but my mother was able to verify my flying, and my reputation as the "flying doctor". I don't think she shared that information with my father, for he never mentioned such. Mother just knew I was a good student but from her sources it was known that I was just trying to please my Mother, and I was homesick. I was a good doctor, no one could dispute that fact. But I seemed to excel in research like my Mother,and I had won awards for that in medical school, in fact quite a few adorned the walls at my home in Boston.For you see, I lived in my grandfather's home in Boston,and was quite comfortable not wanting for anything, I had inherited his whole estate upon his death two years prior and was living in luxury. My father was appalled to see wealth I had attained. For the Old House looked rather poor compared to my home in Boston. My home in Boston was like a museum from Rome. Only the finest things were in the home. I had an ample supply of planes, boats, and a few cars. My parents were beside themselves. But I also was such a fine doctor, that I consulted some very high profile cases medically and did quite well financially to have above the basic comforts in life. I also had a staff position at the hospital my grandfather was head of and I was on the staff of the hospital, but I specialized on special cases on blood disorders and just had begun a residency in psychiatry. Seems I was following in my mother's footsteps. Where I differed was I was more modernistic, I would incorporate some holistic and humanities into the medical treatments of my patients. And it had a highly fair success rate in the treatment of the patients. But my parent from talking with my professors, friends, social acquaintances, professional colleagues came to the conclusion, I was superficially successful in my life but lonely, I missed Collinwood. For in my motivation of what I was doing, I was preparing myself to one day go home. My father was not happy about my present company I was keeping , nor the influence of whom I was association in . Despite all outward APPEARANCES, my mother Julia spent the time To fully investigate my social life and decided at that time it was time for me to come home.. Mother shared certain facts with father of her investigation. And without further prompting, I was requested to go back home to Collinwood where At Wyndcliffe I would complete my residency as a psychiatrist.
Nicole laid her pen down from writing and started to drift into a gentle sleep and thought of her brother Justin.