Below is a special guest post by my Big Sister, M.F. (minor spoilers below) If you haven't yet seen this, go to www.pbs.org/programs/call-the-midwife. Or just go ahead and read this lovely post anyway. It will only make you want to see it even more!
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We got an extra present in our Christmas stockings this week
to relieve the doldrums of the post-Christmas letdown – the Call the Midwife
Christmas Special which aired tonight on PBS here in North America. And, as the special just aired on Christmas
Day in Britain, I would say that we were rewarded for being extra good this
year, by getting it here only 5 days after!
I think that may be a record for a British televised costume drama …
This Special was, again, set in 1950s Poplar (a neighbourhood in the East End of London near the docks) where the nuns and nurses of Nonnatus House work diligently delivering the endless stream of babies popping out of working class mothers of the area. My comment when I saw the first series of Call the Midwife was:
“Never mind the automobile or the Internet … birth control was the greatest invention of the 20th century!”
In the first story, the chubby teenaged Lynette gives birth alone in the cold basement of an abandoned factory, and then leaves her son on the steps of Nonnatus House for the nuns to find. Her fear of telling her parents and the subsequent urgent search for the birth mother (due to health complications) make for some gripping drama in the midst of the usual Christmas preparations.
One of the best scenes comes when Nurse Lee and Sister Evangelina (Pam Ferris) visit Mrs. Jenkins to do some primary health care (like trying to take her vital signs and giving her a bath) – the patient is very resistant until Sister Evangelina breaks the ice by breaking wind! “Where e’er you be, let your wind go free …” says Sister Evangelina and then offers to fart in a different musical key! Hilarious, and completely unexpected. The scene then ends with the two health care workers gently disrobing Mrs. Jenkins and giving her a bath and gently washing her hands and back to the strains of “O Come, O Come, Emmanuel” – this showed the normally gruff Sister Evangelina in a much kinder light than usual and I admit that I shed a tear or two.
Altogether, the stories all plaited together nicely and resolved with a warm Christmas glow. Perfect!
Big Sister (helping out with the blogging over the holidays!)
Big Sister (helping out with the blogging over the holidays!)