Saturday, November 8, 2014

MY MOTHER'S EARLY LIFE IN LONDON

I have written rather a lot about my mum (my adoptive mum) and on scanning through her book today I found what may be of interest to modern day people.  Mum was born in London in 1897 during the reign of Queen Victoria, and on reading this expert from the book I realised just how different life was back then.  Please allow me to share some of her story with you.  I trust you will find it interesting.

(extract from "The Clock of Time" by Gertrude Ruston) (I have added pictures to the story)

"Very Early Memories

My earliest recollection is of a two storey house in Woodford, Essex, attached to an office for my father.  The piece of land on which it stood was a triangle, the garden going to a point between two streets.

I can still visualise that garden which was very large and full of the most beautiful roses of all colours, kept in order by a gardener who came in several times a week.  He was particularly fond of my mother's caraway seed cake, which he called "lousy bread", and he was always delighted when he received some for morning of afternoon tea.

At that time, when I would not have been more than two or three years old, I would be up in the garden in the very early morning helping my father catch snails, my job being to put them into a large earthernware jar filled with common salt.  Poor things!  I can still remember them frothing. This early morning gardening was quite a tradition between my father and me and we both enjoyed it.

Our gardener was a nice old boy and I spent a great deal of time with him as well as the early mornings with P.R., which probably accounts for my love of gardening today.

There was a patch of lily of the valley in a corner near the house which was most precious, guarded carefully by the gardener and my father, and definitely not to be touched by the rest of the family.  As was the custom in those days P.R. had a buttonhole each morning and the lilies of the valley, when in season, were always selected for that purpose.


As a small child of about three I attended a type of pre-school, child minding centre or kindergarten - I don't now what they were called at that time, but I remember we had to pay fees for the privilege.   Roses were always plentiful and the gardener used to give me bunches to take to the teacher, which probably accounts for the fact that I was quite popular with her.


Returning to the garden and the lilies of the valley, I expect the very fact that we were forbidden to pick those flowers made it all the more tempting to do so.  I found the temptation too great, picked some for my teacher, my sin was discovered, and I was forbidden the freedom of the garden for several days, a truly terrible punishment!


We always had a maid and a charwoman, but I never remember seeing washing or ironing about the house.  One of the drawers of my bedroom was always full of beautiful white starched pinafores with gophered frills, and I wore a clean one each day.  I was a fussy child and could not bear dirty hands or a dirty pinafore, so I must have soiled more than one a day on many occasions.  Times have changed; pinafores are out of date, and no housewife would tackle gophered frills today.


I cannot remember much of my sister at that time.  She was almost seven years older than me and was probably away at school.  My father was a great believer in a good education and that fact played an important part in the lives of both my sister and myself.

Due to my age I was still at home and spent considerable time in the kitchen with the maid.  On one occasion, when there was to be a very large dinner party, the maid had the best china on the kitchen table (one of those old fashioned ones with rather wobbly side extensions) and I leaned on the table and there was a terrific crash.  I cannot remember if there was enough china left for the guests, but I can recall very clearly being sent up to my bedroom by my mother, and told to remain there as a punishment.  When my father came home he was very angry as I had been warned several times not to lean on the table (a new one was on order).  He turned me over his knee and I was chastised. I can recall that I did not cry, but told him he was very rude.  As he left the room, after telling me to go to bed, I can distinctly remember seeing a smile on his face.

Two birthdays come to mind at this time.  On the first my father brought me home a beautiful doll's pram - unexpected  and truly wonderful.  The second occasion was one on which my father had forgotten the day and I reminded him of it when were were doing our early morning snail catching.  He apologised for forgetting and said he had some money on his dressing table and I could take some of that.  There was rather a lot, but he had not said how much I could have so I to it all.  Although I think he was rather staggered, and my mother was aghast, I got away with it.   Unlike my sister, I was never afraid of him, and although he bitterly resented the fact that I was not the son he had desired, I think he recognised that there was many of his genes in my makeup."

If you are interested I can add more of mum's memories of her youth.  Times were so different way back then.

21 comments:

  1. I would LOVE you to add to this tale. Please.
    Such different times, some changes for the better, and others which I am not at all sure about.

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    1. Thanks EC. I enjoy reading about people's experiences way back then. Some changes are necessary whereas others? Maybe not.

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  2. Hari OM
    OH yes please!!! I was totally captured and then it ended &*> Lily of the valley was one of my mother's favourites and the caraway cake was once a staple of the British table... I even learned how to make it at school but don't think I have made one since!

    Hope you are continuing to improve Mimsie, hugs, YAM xx

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    1. ...and I just realised that this post has only now showed up in my reader four days late!!! Tsk... did you put 'second class' on the envelope? heheheeheh.......Blogger has its eccentricities...

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    2. Yam I have no idea what happened here as I did only post this on the 12th. It has appeared before the one about the Candy cat. Something out there is cyberspace is playing games methinks.

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    3. Glad you enjoyed this excerpt. I am not sure how far to go with mum's story but time will tell I guess. I remember having caraway cake as a youngster but not since. I enjoyed it.
      I had dressing removed yesterday and I don't think the scar will be too bad although at present you can definitely tell I had my throat cut. xxx

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  3. That excerpt reads like something out of 'The Secret Garden'. Sadly only a fortunate few lived that...the remainder had somewhat more lowly lives of hardship.

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    1. I can see where you are going here and having read Secret Garden a short while ago I can definitely see the likeness. It didn't end like that though as you will see in future episodes.
      Mum's dad PR of course worked hard to help the poorer folk with his social welfare work for which he earned the OBE.

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  4. Very enjoyable! Did your Mum give you her "lousy cake" recipe? Would love you to share if so. It is delightful hearing her thoughts of growing up and please share more!

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    1. Hi there...great to have you pay me a visit. Glad you enjoyed this little story but sorry I don't have the recipe for lousy cake. It was actually my mum's mother who baked it and I don't think mum brought the receipt to Australia with her.

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    2. I remember caraway cake too, along with streusel cake, apple strudel, so many things my mum used to make, which my friends thought odd, their mums made scones and victoria sponge which seemed odd to me, but we shared in the schoolyard and everyone was happy.

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    3. My mum made lots of pasty but more along the line of apple pie, jam tarts and jam turnovers plus of course steak and kidney pies. Hers was very English cooking and she always used lard as shortening.

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  5. I would love to read more of your Mum's history!
    I remember pinafores, my sister and I had them and put them on over our Sunday dresses to keep them clean before going out for the weekly window shopping outing.
    As you may know, aprons that matched or contrasted with the dress were part of the German National costume, plain for weekdays and heavily embroidered for Sundays or "best", so we were used to them, but we got laughed at by the other kids in school, so the aprons were put away.

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    1. When I went to the catholic school we had pinafores to wear over our uniforms but they were the sort that crossed over and you tied at the back. I think even the girls in the 'big' school wore them.
      I will keep on with mum's story (all of course from the book she had published back in 1983) as long as anyone is interested.

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  6. Like Yamini I also received this post late. I read the later one, but this one just wasn't here until today. Still, better late than never.

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    1. Lower down I notice kakka has said about being a draft and so showing the date of the draft rather than the published date. I have no idea how to show a different date so will have to learn that too I suppose. I am rather retarded when it comes to computers I'm afraid.

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  7. Your family history tales are very compelling Mimsie, I'll be following and, reading!

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    1. Thank you for that Rose. It is always good leaning about how people lived way back then. I will keep adding excepts from mum's book while they seem interesting enough.

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  8. Mimsie, when I was hacking your blog to give the update, I noticed you had things saved as drafts, which is what I do too. But if you don't then change the publishing date, when you finally do publish they come up as the original date you started writing. If you know who to use the schedule you can alter the publishing date. xxx So glad you are sharing some of Grandma's story. xxx

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    1. I have no idea how to change the date. Do I edit and then publish or what? I didn't even know there was a schedule. I am glad you are happy about me putting bits and pieces here from her book. It is interesting to people to learn how different it was a century or so ago. xxx

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    2. Yes, you edit, change the date in schedule and then hit publish and that should work to make it publish on the right date. You can even preschedule for days to come. Again you hit publish and it will appear in your list as a 'scheduled' post. xxx

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