local interest

A new racquet; promise of a green belt; a personal triumph; Jill has a baby; a tree from Canada; Mr Burdett retires; “These Americans!”; irritating evangelists; a hedgehog is saved, a visit to Scotland – perhaps, and ravaging beauty, nearly, if not quite, divine.

“This afternoon, I was just finishing painting the Lesser Dodder”, writes Gran on September 2nd 1958, “when Jane arrived home from Scotland.  She had had a wonderful holiday and had a great deal to tell”. Not only had she brought her mother some flower samples from the north, but:

She also brought me a superb new tennis racquet, the best on the market, which I could hardly wait to try.  I did, however, wait till after tea and then Jane and I went up for a game.  The racquet was wonderful and we had some splendid games.  Although I actually won the first set we were very closely matched in spite of the score of 6 – 0, but in the second one the first game took twenty minutes with an uncountable number of deuces, and we were forty minutes playing three games. Jane eventually won the set at 8 – 6 and we had been playing an hour and a half.

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Hudnut’s factory; a trip to Oxford; a famous French artist; Britain wins the Wightman Cup; a strange Bee Orchid; a setback for the Ospreys; Fairsky –  a ship with a past life; at Wimbledon’s No 1 Court; new flowers to paint; a Wild Gladiolus hunt, and a letter from Mr Summerhayes.

On May 10th 1958 Gran writes:

This afternoon I went with Jean Hockridge to the Open Day at Hudnut’s Factory, where Ken is Production Manager.  Though I do not use cosmetics myself, I found it very interesting, and other drugs and liniments and such are also made there.  It was fascinating to see the various machines turning out tablets, mixing powders and creams, mixing toothpaste and putting it into tubes, filling, corking and labelling bottles of shampoo, and liniments and many other things. A very nice tea was provided and all guests were given various samples of the productions.

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No need for a tirade; a couple of grebes; Woodlark hangs on locally; still cycling distances in search of flowers; promotion for Barry; the Boat Race; a Society Wedding at Otterbourne; old-fashioned toys for the Hockridge girls and a book comes to an appreciative recipient.

We have a revealing insight into Gran’s preferred brand of Christianity in early March 1958.  The Hockridges, the family next-door, active in their faith, are evangelical in their views and have on a number of occasions encouraged Gran to attend meetings at their church and elsewhere. On this occasion, Gran puts into words her thoughts thus: [Read more…] about Forty Years in Chandler’s Ford – a Journal (Part 90)

Christmas is hectic; Gran blesses the neighbours; the “opposite wood – now occupied; new furnishings for The Ridge; the Festival Ballet in Southampton; an awful lot of marmalade; “science never produced such wonders”; Mistle Thrush observations; a visit to London, and something to look forward to.

Christmas 1957 is approaching and Gran expects a full house, with Jane coming home from Nottingham, and the family also due to arrive from Mill Hill.  Arrangements are made with the Hockridges for Barry, Jock, Julian and Ricky to spend the nights next door.  Jane arrives on December 19th:

I expected Jane home late this evening but when I reached home at half-past six, there she was, cooking herself a meal!  She had been able to catch the through train after all.  It was raining slightly when she went back to Winchester for the rest of her luggage, and it was late when we eventually retired.

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A painful bump; 11,000 stamps; 210 paintings; the sweep leaves a mess; American snobs; a letter from Australia; roosting wagtails; The King and I – again! Tears on Remembrance Sunday; a Coal Tit on the draining board and Dad forgets his toothbrush.

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Gran remembers with sadness Jane’s late friend Robin de Crespigny Eastwood on September 12th 1957, writing Requescat in pace in her journal.  He died three years ago this day.  “I awoke with the beginnings of a migraine”, she says, “but I had promised to help Bob at the shop and then have tea with Tommy, who is feeling rather down since Jill’s departure”.  Gran is busy at the shop and then goes down to the Docks to help deliver flowers on the Southern Cross.  She continues:

Unfortunately, as I got out of the van on returning to the shop, I hit my head hard on the top of it and, never since I was a child, have I so much felt like weeping with the physical pain!  Diana, however, got me some Veganin and these eased it somewhat, though a large “egg” came up on my scalp.

Next day:

I went to Winchester this morning to see an Exhibition of Bird Photography by Eric Hosking in the Public Library.  The Exhibition was wonderful and well-worth the journey, for, apart from excellent photography the pictures were both interesting and beautiful.

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Hedgehog action; mothing on Romney Marsh; a tour of the Queen Elizabeth; a plague of crickets; 50lb of blackberries; one of the “greats” of British botany, and a moving wedding.

August 5th 1957:

Early this afternoon Jean Hockridge called me in to see a baby hedgehog, which she had found in her drain, soaked by very hot water and soapsuds from her washing machine. The little creature seemed little the worse and was drying off in the warm sunshine.

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A good year for Cuckoos; the Royal Tournament – a bit noisy; Hordle beach – a bit sandy; Christine Truman’s first Wimbledon; the Masonic girls school;  poignancy at the Air Forces Memorial; Prize-giving at Shirley Avenue School; Heath Lobelia, leafy Nottingham and some cricketing greats.

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Cuckoos are abundant in the Chandler’s Ford area this Summer of 1957, and Spotted Flycatchers, though late in coming, appear to be plentiful, with a pair nesting on the house next door and hawking insects, usually from the gateposts in the front garden of The Ridge.  Gran hears a Nightingale from the house, the first, she says, for several years, but many of the heathland, scrub and birch wood birds, familiar to her in past years, no longer nest nearby as the area is gradually built up.  She records Wood Warblers in the Pinewood still though, and writes on June 3rd: [Read more…] about Forty Years in Chandler’s Ford – a Journal (Part 86)