When my 67-year-old neighbor, Mrs. Cartwright, collapsed while frantically digging in her yard, I rushed to help. I wasn’t prepared to uncover a buried wooden box that changed everything.
The sun bathed my quiet street in golden light as I folded laundry by the window. Across the way, Mrs. Cartwright, my elderly neighbor, was in her yard.
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She was a petite woman, always wearing neat cardigans and a kind smile. Even at sixty-seven, she had a certain energy, though I knew her health was touchy.
Today, she wasn’t her usual composed self. She was digging. Hard. Her frail arms jabbed a spade into the dirt, sweat staining her blouse. It didn’t look right.
I opened my window and called, “Mrs. Cartwright! Are you okay?”
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She didn’t look up, just kept at it like she didn’t hear me.
“Do you need help?” I tried again, louder.
Still no answer.
I watched her, uneasy. Maybe she was fine? I started to pull the window shut when she suddenly stopped, dropped the spade, and threw up her hands.
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“Finally!” she cried out. Then, like a puppet with its strings cut, she crumpled to the ground.
“Mrs. Cartwright!” My voice cracked. I bolted out the door, sprinting to her yard.
Her thin body lay sprawled by the hole, one hand resting on the edge. I shook her shoulder gently.
She didn’t move.
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My heart pounded as I checked her pulse. It was faint but there. Thank God. I leaned in closer, listening for her breath. Slow and shallow, but steady. Relief washed over me.
“Okay, hang on,” I murmured, unsure if she could hear.
While adjusting her head for better airflow, something caught my eye. In the hole she’d been digging, something wooden peeked through the dirt. A box?
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I hesitated. Helping her was the priority. But the box glinted faintly, pulling my focus like a magnet.
“What were you looking for?” I whispered, glancing between her and the hole. My curiosity got the better of me. I reached into the dirt and tugged at the box. It came loose with surprising ease.
The wood was weathered but intact, and the lid creaked as I lifted it. Inside were bundles of letters tied with faded twine. Next to them lay yellowed photographs and a sealed envelope.
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“What…?” My voice trailed off as I pulled out one of the photographs. It showed a young Mrs. Cartwright, smiling beside a man in uniform. Her husband?
I stared, stunned. The letters looked so old, yet they were preserved remarkably well. What kind of story was hidden here?
As I pieced through the contents, a faint groan startled me.
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“Mrs. Cartwright?” I asked, dropping the photograph. Her eyelids fluttered.
“Mm… where…?” Her voice was raspy.
“You collapsed,” I said softly, kneeling closer. “Just stay still. I’ll call for help.”
“No!” Her hand shot up, gripping my arm with surprising strength. “The box. Is it—” She coughed, struggling to sit up.
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“It’s here,” I said, pointing. “But you need to rest. Please.”
She ignored me, eyes wide as she reached for the box. “Let me see.”
Reluctantly, I passed it to her. She cradled it like something precious, her frail fingers brushing over the wood.
“Sixty years,” she whispered, tears slipping down her wrinkled cheeks.
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“Sixty years?” I asked, confused.
“My husband,” she began, her voice trembling. “He buried this before he went to war. Said it was… a way to keep his dreams safe. He told me to find it… if he didn’t come back.”
I blinked, unable to speak.
“He didn’t come back,” she continued. “And I looked, oh, how I looked. But I couldn’t find it. I thought it was gone forever.”
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Her voice cracked. I stayed quiet, letting her speak.
“But I started dreaming about him again,” she said, her gaze far away. “He told me—’Under the tree, my dove.’ That’s what he called me.” She laughed softly, though tears kept falling. “I didn’t believe it at first. Just a dream, I thought. But something… something told me to dig.”
“And you found it,” I said gently.
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“Because of you,” she replied, meeting my eyes. “I couldn’t have done it alone.”
I didn’t know what to say. There was so much emotion, so much weight in her words.
“What’s in the letters?” I finally asked.
“Everything,” she whispered, her hands trembling. “Everything he wanted to say but couldn’t.”
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She reached for the envelope, her fingers brushing over its seal.
“Help me open it,” she said, looking at me with eyes full of unspoken gratitude.
She pulled out a letter, carefully unfolding the fragile paper. The sunlight streaming through the trees illuminated the delicate handwriting.
“Can I read it?” I asked gently.
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She nodded, handing it to me.
I cleared my throat and began:
“Dear Family,
If you are reading this, it means my dove has found what I left behind. First, know that I loved you all, even those I never had the chance to meet. This world moves fast, and we forget what matters most. But love—love always stays. Take care of one another. Forgive, even when it’s hard. And don’t let time or distance make you strangers.
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Inside this envelope, I’ve left a locket. Ruthie knows its meaning. Pass it down as a reminder: no matter what life brings, hold on to each other. Love is what lasts.
With all my heart,
Your father and, I hope, grandfather”
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I lowered the letter and looked at Mrs. Cartwright. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she reached for the envelope.
Her fingers found a small, intricate locket inside. She opened it, revealing a miniature photo of herself and her husband, smiling as if frozen in a perfect moment. The locket seemed to glow in the sunlight.
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“He always said this would outlast us both,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “And now, here it is.”
“It’s beautiful,” I said.
She turned the locket over in her hands, her face thoughtful. “You should have this.”
My head jerked up. “What? No, Mrs. Cartwright, that’s… this is for your family.”
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“You’re part of this story now,” she insisted, her voice steady despite the emotion behind it. “Robert believed in timing. He believed things came to people when they were meant to. I think he’d want you to have it.”
I hesitated, but the sincerity in her eyes was undeniable. Slowly, I reached out and took the locket, its warmth almost surprising in my palm. “I’ll take care of it,” I promised.
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She smiled softly. “I know you will.”
In the days that followed, Mrs. Cartwright and I spent hours sorting through the letters. Each one painted a vivid picture of her husband’s love, courage, and hope during the war.
“He wrote about everything,” she told me one evening. “How he missed me, how he dreamed of coming home. But most of all, he wanted our family to stay close, no matter what.”
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I could see the weight of those words on her face. “Have you thought about sharing these with your family?” I asked.
Her expression faltered. “We haven’t spoken much in years,” she admitted. “After Robert passed, we all drifted apart. There were arguments… regrets.”
“That doesn’t mean it’s too late,” I said gently. “This could be a way to bring them together again.”
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She didn’t respond right away, but the idea seemed to take root.
Two weeks later, Mrs. Cartwright invited her family to a gathering. With her health, she needed help organizing it, and I was more than happy to pitch in.
On the day of the reunion, her living room was transformed into a warm, welcoming space. The letters were arranged on a table, along with the photographs and the locket.
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As her children and grandchildren arrived, there were hesitant smiles and awkward greetings. But once everyone settled in, Mrs. Cartwright stood, her frail frame somehow filled with strength.
“These letters,” she began, her voice trembling but clear, “are from your grandfather. He wrote them during the war and buried them for us to find. They’re his way of reminding us what’s most important.”
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Her oldest son picked up a letter and began to read. As his voice filled the room, emotions ran high. Some cried softly; others smiled through tears.
“I remember this story,” one granddaughter said, holding up a photograph. “Grandma told me about this day!”
Mrs. Cartwright beamed, watching as her family connected over the memories. The locket made its way around the room, each person marveling at the tiny photo inside.
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“Grandpa wanted us to pass this down,” Mrs. Cartwright said as her youngest great-grandchild held the locket. “To remind us to stay close, no matter what.”
As the evening ended, the once-distant family members lingered, talking and laughing like old friends. Mrs. Cartwright’s eyes glistened with joy as she squeezed my hand.
“You did this,” she said softly.
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“No,” I replied. “Robert did. And you.”
She smiled, but I could see how much the moment meant to her.
That night, as I walked home, I held the locket in my hand. Its weight felt different now, not heavy but significant—a symbol of love and the bond that had been rekindled.
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What started as an ordinary day had become something extraordinary. I’d learned that even the smallest gestures like helping a neighbor or listening to a story could change lives.
And as I glanced back at Mrs. Cartwright’s house, glowing with light and laughter, I knew that her husband’s message would endure, carried forward by those who loved him.
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
Remember Meggie Cleary from ‘The Thorn Birds’? — this is her today, age 65
It wasn’t certain that Rachel Ward was going to get the role of her lifetime, as she starred as Meggie Cleary in the classic mini-series The Thorn Birds.
The British actress and model has had a long and varying career, spanning decades. Now, she’s settled in Australia with her husband, whom she fell in love with on set.
So what really happened on The Thorn Birds? And why did the mini-series become such a huge success?
This is Rachel Ward today, at 65.
If you were to debate which television series is the best of all time, you’d probably get a different answer from every person you talk to. Firstly, there are so many different kinds of series, and of course, we all like different things.
But usually, the most popular television series are those that aired for many years, broadcast on television with several seasons and many strong and independent characters.
Bonanza, Little House on the Prairie, Friends, Sopranos or Twin Peaks. The answer to which one reigns supreme will probably never be decided, and to be honest, that is also one of the most fantastic things about television.
The Thorn Birds
There will always be a series that sticks closer to the heart than others.
Even though we have more established series that last for years, there are several examples of miniseries that weren’t meant to stick around long, but still reached cult status.
One of those was The Thorn Birds, starring Richard Chamberlain, Rachel Ward, and Bryan Brown.
It was first broadcast in March 1983, and over 30 million people in the US watched the ten-hour miniseries, based on Colleen McCullough’s 1977 Australian novel The Thorn Birds.
The mini-series gained huge interest and was praised by both the audience and critics, winning several awards, both for its story as well as the actors’ performances.
Rachel Ward
Ten hours long and spread over five nights, The Thorn Birds is still to this day considered a classic that will live on for many years to come.
Rachel Ward starred as Meggie Cleary in The Thorn Birds, but at the time, it was pretty much a surprise when she got it. It turned out that the producers had difficulties in finding the perfect person for the role, but in the end, Ward was the perfect choice.
Not only did Ward get her big breakthrough by starring in the television mini-series, she also found the love of her life on set.
This is the story of Ward – and how she travelled the world to keep her passion for films and television series alive.
Rachel Ward – early life
Born on September 12, 1957, in Cornwell, Oxfordshire, England, Ward studied at the Hatherop Castle School in Hatherop before attending the Byam Shaw School of Art in London. However, at just 16 years of age, she left school to pursue a career in fashion.
Ward became a fashion and photography model, appearing on covers for Vogue, Cosmopolitan, as well as Harper’s & Queen. She slowly made her way into the acting scene after she was featured in several commercials.
Years later, in 1995, she would earn her Graduate Diploma of Communications and a Graduate Certificate in Writing from University of Technology, Sydney, Australia.
In 1979, Rachel Ward appeared in her first television movie, Christmas Lilies of the Field. In the years that followed she would have a number of smaller roles, but in 1983, she would become a well-known actress all over the US.
Casting ‘The Thorn Birds’
Stan Marguiles was one of the producers on The Thorn Birds. But casting the right people to appear in the show wasn’t the easiest task.
In 1982, he explained the difficulty.
However, when they saw Rachel Ward, they were sure that they’d found the right one for the role of Meggie Cleary.
“She has to go from 18 to her early 50s. From a rather naïve, overly romantic young girl to a bitter woman in her 30s, to a woman who finally understands where she took the wrong turn when she reaches her 50s. There’s an enormous range of emotions and colors,” he said.
“They first started to age me, it was kind of scary,” Ward recalled. “I had these endless double chins. I sort of had a body suit underneath the clothes, I remember liking it when I grew older, I liked the outfits, there was slightly more masculine than they were in the beginning.”
Over 200 women were considered for the role of Meggie Cleary, and a total of 40 actresses auditioned.
Speaking with the National Film and Sound Archive of Australia, Ward recalled her audition.
“My audition was quite light and I had a sense of humor” she said. “I remember I was taking it seriously but I wasn’t acting with a capital A. It is so subjective, performances pieces, and I was probably spot on the first time. I got like 10/10 for looks and 4/10 for acting.”
Golden Globe nominated
They sent Ward to work with an acting coach, and it was a great match. Starring alongside Richard Chamberlain as Father Ralph, Ward became a beloved actress, praised by viewers as well as critics.
In 1982, she was nominated for a Golden Globe Award for Best Performance by an Actress in a Miniseries or Motion Picture Made for Television.
Chamberlain received a Golden Globe Award for Best Performance by an Actor in a Miniseries or Motion Picture Made for Television. The show itself won four Golden Globes, including Best Miniseries, as well as six Emmy awards.
“It was the absolute top of the heat of a soap opera,” Chamberlain said. “I am often surprised when I think about how it remains so successful, because there was one tragedy after another, after another, after another. Nobody came out on top of that show. It was so sad but had such wonderful characters”
Rachel Ward: “Felt terribly”
Ward wasn’t an actress that crafted her skills through school, but rather she learned as time went by. As the show aired, she saw herself as the weaker link. She suffered from insecurity for years after she received some negative reviews (The New York Times said she was “miscast”).
“I felt terribly like I’d disappointed,” she told Closer. “I felt that despite me it was a success.”
However, years later, her grown daughter watched The Thorn Birds, and told her mother, “‘Mom, you were fabulous,’” Ward recalled. “That was, for me, the most important response that I could’ve ever had.”
”It was soap opera. I think of it differently now,” Ward said. “Acting styles have changed and mine was always quite natural. And I think they tried to make me something that I wasn’t naturally. So that’s the excuse that I’ve made for myself.”
Her performance in the 1983 miniseries The Thorn Birds was of course a very important step for Ward, career wise. However, the production of the show became much more important for her, since she met the love of her life.
Rachel Ward and Bryan Brown
During her work on The Thorn Birds, Rachel Ward and Chamberlain’s characters Meggie and Father Ralph had great passion between them, which kept the viewers coming back.
Chamberlain recalled that it was difficult filming specific scenes.
“There’s a microphone hidden in the armpit… and you’re trying not to smear her lipstick,” he told Closer.
Even though Ward and Chamberlain were in love on camera, the great love story was actually when the cameras were turned off.
Bryan Brown starred as Meggie’s husband Luke O’Neill, and while shooting, they fell in love.
“What happened on screen was happening off it – that’s why our love scenes were so believable,” Ward told the UK’s Daily Express.
“Everyone on set realized they were falling for each other. “I’ve never seen two people more in love,” Chamberlain said, adding that Brown even helped Ward calm her nerves before shooting. “She seemed to get happier and happier and her work got better and better.”
Married months later
Ward and Brown obviously had “sexual chemistry” on set. She really fancied him, however, when asked who made the first move, she made sure to throw her beloved husband under the bus.
‘He as slow as a wet week. Really took forever. I think I probably did,’ she said.
Brown, however, insisted that he was just being a “cunning Aussie bloke” not approaching her at once.”
“And before they know it, they’re hooked!” the legendary actor joked.
Rachel Ward and Brown got married months after the filming of The Thorn Birds wrapped.
The couple went on to have three children, Rose, Matilda and Joseph.
So what happened to Ward following The Thorn Birds?
She and Brown moved to Australia, where Ward starred in several films and television series.
Rachel Ward – this is her today
In 2001, she was nominated for a Golden Globe for Best Performance by an Actress in a Miniseries or Motion Picture Made for Television following her performance in the film On the Beach.
Her other credits include The Big House, Martha’s New Coat and television series Rake, Devil’s Playground and The Straits.
Ward also went into producing and directing,
Besides being an actress, wife, mother, and now grandmother, Ward also made sure to contribute to society.
Therefore, in 2005, she was awarded the A.M (Member of the Order of Australia for “raising awareness of social justice through lobbying, mentoring and advocacy for the rights of disadvantaged and at-risk young people.”
Work with daughter Matilda
Both Matilda’s parents were present when she gave birth, which was truly special for her.
“When I was pushing Zan out at the end, dad was stroking my head and mum was cheering me on, crying, saying, ‘Come on, Till! He’s so close,’” Matilda said. “It was pretty special that both my parents got to be with me through such a monumental time in my life.”
Just days ago, Ward got to see her newborn granddaughter, which she shared on her Instagram.
And on another note, isn’t Matilda just the spitting image of her mother!
Ward and her daughter Matilda both chose acting as their job.
However, when Matilda first said she wanted to become an actress, her mother wasn’t that excited.
Spitting image of her mother
“Mum definitely said ‘don’t be an actress,’” Matilda recalled. “She encouraged me to go to film school and get behind the camera, which I did and I’m very glad I did.”
In 2016, they teamed up in the film The Death and Life of Otto Bloom. Rachel and Matilda play the same character at different stages of her life
“We look alike so obviously there’s a great bonus in that we share physical similarities and mannerisms,” Rachel Ward said. “Plus, as we know, women over the age of 40 are basically invisible in the media and in film … It’s a treat when something comes along where it’s ok to be in your 50s.”
Rachel Ward was wonderful as Meggie Cleary in The Thorn Birds, and we’re so happy to see that she still is as passionate today.
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