We might be forgiven initially for thinking Trixie is a “tart with a heart”. When we first meet her, she is gossiping with the other girls and painting the nails on both her hands and toes a bright red.
Her behaviour appears broad for the late 1950s and one man early on makes an aggressive pass at her, assuming she is cheap and available. He makes a mistake like people do who have never properly watched the programme. He assumes Trixie is a tart. The non-viewer assumes watching this Sunday evening drama must be like sipping on Ovaltine. Both are wrong.
Call The Midwife serves up back street abortion, miscarriage, death in childbirth, prostitution, racism, hidden same sex relationships, female genital mutilation and incest.
Trixie falls in love with the local vicar but realises the relationship will not work. She then watches him marry one of her colleagues. Later she finds love again but as this man is recently separated with a young child feels she cannot make this work either.
She slides steadily into alcoholism and bravely faces up to attending AA meetings. Trixie is every woman wronged and every gay man heartbroken. There’s a bit of Trixie in all of us, and a bit of all of us in Trixie.
The programme began as Jenny’s story but it has always been throughout Trixie’s story. We hope both stories will end well.