local interest

Spoiled for three days; quite a bit of television; news from Germany; Jane safe home; a new coat; the Rome Olympics; a small boy’s delights; friends of Jane’s wed and emigrate, and a letter from a famous author.

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Gran takes the train to London on her way to Chipstead, in Surrey, to visit the Rowsells on August 12th 1960.  “The train was very full’, she writes:

… and in my compartment was a family of four delightful children, one of whom, Margaret, became very friendly almost at once and I was soon involved in a game of “snap” which lasted until we reached Waterloo.

The Rowsells apparently intend to “spoil” their guest, for Gran is met at Waterloo by Mrs Rowsell and whisked off, by taxi, to Fortnum and Mason, for refreshment, before another taxi takes them to Charing Cross and their train to Chipstead.  There, Gran finds “Hollymead Cottage” awaiting her, with “spacious gardens and trim lawns”.  And, surprisingly, she pens this:

[The sun-room] was occupied by Tou-tou, quite the prettiest cat I have ever seen, soft grey her paws; underparts and face so pale as to be almost white, and the rest of her body “tabbied” with darker grey.  A gentle animal…

So much for Gran’s furiously written wish of just a few months past, to throttle every cat she sees!

A great longing satisfied; Princess Margaret weds, and so does Mike Harper; flowers for the Pendennis Castle; neighbourly comfort; kindly nursing at St Paul’s; Diana is twenty-one; a fox in the fridge; Jane goes to Italy; Firecrests in Southampton and a kind invitation.

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“A most important event this morning.  The first of Barry’s leautieri caterpillars hatched and was soon feeding on the macrocarpa I provided for it.  Let us hope it thrives!”  Thus writes Gran on April 21st 1960, and she is also given another moth-related task by her son – the gathering of fallen sallow blossom:

…presumably for lurking larvae, so this morning, I went up the road to where I had noted a lot on the ground two days ago.  I was gathering it up into a polythene bag when a lady approached and was most interested in what I was doing.  So I told her.  Whereupon she explained that she and her husband were interested in wild flowers, and photographed them in colour, and I said I was also, and painted them.  At this, she said, “Are you Mrs Goater by any chance?”  She had been told that she should meet me, so we exchanged addresses and she ran for her bus.  She is Mrs Edwards, and lives in Malibres Road.

Bicentenary celebrations; caterpillar-rearing; to Dorset for Spring Crocus, Peter Katin’s “sensitive, wonderful hands”; the fate of “Fig Cottage”; pressed flowers and a first day cover in the post; cycling with Jock; news from Scotland, and still no Nightingale.

On February 21st 1960 Gran writes:

This evening I went to a lecture and Reception at Taunton’s School, in Southampton, the first of a series of events to mark the School’s bicentenary.  The Lecture, “Content of Education”, was given by Lord James of Rusholme, an old boy of Taunton’s, former Assistant Master at Winchester College and now High Master of Manchester Grammar School.  It was an extremely interesting and thought-provoking talk, told with a quiet humour and great clarity of speech…

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Flowers for an hour’s work; the Salmon put on a show; The Grand under threat; rotting bananas; tears at Compton; two excellent lectures; Lord Montagu’s Eel; a new Church for Hiltingbury; postage stamps for Southampton; Gran’s “Marsh Warblers” discussed, and a complete list of Christmas presents.

We discover the name of another local shopkeeper on October 7th 1959, when Gran explains that the butcher in the village (who also runs a market garden) says to her, “You have some experience of flowers don’t you?” and asks her to show him and his wife how to pack an order of over thirty dozen Chrysanthemums for the Queen Elizabeth in Southampton Docks. Payment for her services is pressed upon Gran by Mrs Olsen but having been given ”a dozen most beautiful bronze Chrysanthemums”, Gran tells her that this is ample payment for an hour of enjoyable work, so she is given another half dozen deep pink ones, Mrs Olsen saying she would hate Gran to think her mean. [Read more…] about Forty Years in Chandler’s Ford – a Journal (Part 99)

Upsetting paintings; a lovely birthday – and a cake; Butterbur hats; downland farewell; Ospreys; yellow trunks and a new flower on the Isle of Wight; a regretable change of neighbours; pigeon-toed tennis; ungrateful Sparrows and loyal friend Gilbert’s success.

Gran is home from her holiday in Scotland on July 10th 1959, and the afternoon is spent unpacking and recounting her adventures to “Mother and sundry friends”.  She gives herself little time to recoup though:

In the evening I went to a short farewell party at Bassett – the old friends with whom I have played tennis, attended their little fortnightly whist drives and such, have had to sell their home and, owing to ill-health, join their daughter in Ireland, and I found this a little overwhelming after leaving Scotland and travelling all night, but I was glad I went.

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With cousin Fairlie in Kent; alley cricket in Mill Hill; amazing character studies at the W.I.; kissed by Joey; the Old Curiosity Shop and the wonders of Scotland.

Gran, at Fairlie’s house in Kent on May 27th 1959, walks the local countryside collecting flower specimens after “ Fairlie left for Chelsea Flower Show and while Norah had gone to her usual work in the Church”.  Gran witnesses for the first time, a bird “anting”:

…a practise said to be undertaken for cleaning purposes.  A Great Tit was moving rapidly round the rim of the well and assiduously picking up ants which he put beneath his wings, shook himself vigorously and then sprawled with spread wings, sunning himself.

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First Day Covers; a cheeky mouse; Mottisfont marvels; fascinating creatures; Dame Sybil Thorndike – still beautiful at 80; Early Spiders – unbelievable but true!; the beauty of a village community; whist drive prizes, and a Kentish cottage described.

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Home again from Kingston on April 13th 1959, Gran receives a letter from Australia, which:

…brought me, posted on the day of issue, the first of the new series of stamps depicting native flowers.  This one was the attractive Flannel Flower.  Gilbert Whitley, of the Australian Museum, sent it, of course, and told me that his recently published book on Sea-horses is on its way to me. What a pal he has been, and it is forty years since he went to Australia.  I have seen him only once since – when Jane was three years old – twenty-one years ago.

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Roadworks dismay; farewell to Miss Cope; glad tidings from Jane; renewed acquaintances; remarkable carvings; another little wood destroyed; litter; two impressive sopranos; two active boys, Coronation Walk, and a wedding produces a dramatic moment.

January 21st 1959 is an unpleasantly wet day, but Gran is loth to miss her weekly visit to best friends in Merdon Avenue:

This afternoon I went to see my Harding family.  Mary was surprised to see me in such weather but I regard my “dates” with this dear family as one of my most valued privileges.

On the following day:

This afternoon we noticed that a Yew tree down the road had fallen right across one of the new gardens.  It seems to me that, in excavating for the service road for the shops being built opposite here, the men must have undermined the roots, for it does not seem to me that today’s gale was of sufficient force to bring down a Yew tree that has stood for centuries.  And I noted that there were no spreading roots – it seems they had been severed during the process of excavation.  I am sorry for the owners of the garden, for they have worked hard, and a terrace and the fence must have suffered great damage.

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