a story from the heart and beyond
INDEPENDENCE DAY
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www.tipperaryhouse.co.uk a story from the heart and beyond INDEPENDENCE DAY
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| Wednesday August 15th, 1894 |  |
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7:30am –
Not as humid last night. Had a sleep-in this morning. Master James, the
boys and Mrs. Chapman away in
I do hope the boys enjoyed visiting the new docks and wharves
over there. Strange, I keep thinking of them as new,
where do the years fly ?
The worth of a thing is best known by the want of it, and more trade
and
fishing was wanted and needed over in
I like
Archibald
seems keen on this engineering working, he does. He`s got a will that
lad, so his way will be seldom wanting. That`s good. He`s a good lad
like his dad, Master James. Master James were the same when he were a
lad
when we were up in
Master James always looks before him, never behind him. Say well is
good, but do well is better. He`s done well, he has.
Put
on me nice candy-striped `lucky` frock today. Want to look nice up town
later, I do. If you feel special about yourself then you're going to
have a special day, I say - and you never know who you`ll bump into
either. Opportunites can be missed by most, if it`s dressed scruffy and
looks sad.
Down
back stairs into the kitchen, pulled up the blind and
opened the window.
Another hot one, I like this weather, I do.
Perfect day for me candy-striped frock, I`d say.
Got
water from the pump outside.
8:00am – 8:30am - Edmund came
with the bread almost at the same time as Victor finally arrived this
morning with the milk on his cart.
Victor did look the worst for wear again, he did. Poor man, losing his
wife like that and his pain and grief, but he will stay late up at
Henry Martin`s Nags Head up on Wharf Road til all hours !!
Mrs. Woodhouse said he goes up the Hand and Heart on Wharf Road too and
even into the Stying Tavern on St. Peter`s Hill. He`s never home now !
Shame
he`s thinking if wishes would bide, beggars would ride. He`s got to
snap out of that thinking, I say. He`s got to move on, he has. Poor
man!
The risk of love is loss, and the price of loss is grief. Yet strength
is measured not by holding on, but by letting go, I say. It`s
true !
I do hope he can find a better way to begin to adjust to life in
Grantham with his lass gone now. Poor man !
9:00am –
Bread and jam,and a glass of milk. Not much cleaning to do today with
the family all away since yesterday gone.
Got all the cleaning done before my afternoon off yesterday. I was
pleased, I was.
I
did enjoy yesterday afternoon taking my stroll up St. Peter`s Hill. I
remember when it was called Wood Hill and there were hardly anything
there, I do.
I love the street lamps now, didn`t at first, have to say.
But
I don`t like the obelisk in Market Place that they put up a few years
back. The market cross was better and it were a shame to take it down.
Shame, it were!
Been there since I can remember. They always say, changes come
over time, but people change things themselves and none
are so deaf as they that will not hear, I say.
It is not necessary to change sometimes, for what we leave
behind us is often the best part of ourselves. They
didn`t listen to us.
Master James said this obelisk is made out of
I knew he did.
12:00pm –
Shopping
up town. Dropped into the Co-op going up, I did. Didn`t stop
as it were too busy as usual. Hadn`t time. Called into the Post Office
in the Market Place.
Seen Dr. Wilson from 16 Watergate across the street walking down. He`s
a good man.
I
noticed a fine handsom cab coming from the
Met
Nora coming out of Jeffreys Outfitters on the High Street. There were a
few sheep again on the street, so used the stone crossings to avoid the
dirt, I did.
Nora was collecting a hat she said from Jeffreys
for
her Mrs. Heathershaw over in Barrowby. I told her that my Mrs. Chapman
used to get her hats from Noah`s Ark and even Mrs. Trotter, wife of the
surgeon dentist of Lincoln did before it changed, and it`s not always
necessary to change sometimes, so it`s not.
Although, sometimes change can be good, mind. But only when you don't
like something, tis time to change it and if you can't change it,
change your thoughts and change your mind, I say.
I
told her my Mrs Chapman also uses “Big Dawsons” for her
dresses and not “Little Dawsons”, mind.
Norah talked about the gas explosion over in
Called into Boots the Cash Chemists for Mrs. Chapman`s personal things
on the High Street and Charlie Burnett`s pork butcher shop before that,
I did.
He had me howling as he always does. He`s not afraid to laugh is
Charlie.
3:00pm – Our "daily
girl", Molly
from College Street met me outside the co-op as arranged and we walked
back together down St. Catherine`s Road to Dudley Road over the bridge,
we did.
It were very warm in the sun, it were. Molly was telling me about the
young man she likes up
Molly likes to think thoughts that make her happy and she`s right, the
lass. Molly is such a good girl. Always on time too, she is. Bless her !
Got
Molly to put out the fine cutlery and china in the dining room.
Mrs.
Chapman asked me to before she left, for their return and use the
sideboard to serve from, she did.
She said to me to have lots of Ginger-Pop ready for them when they got
back as it would be hot, and they will feel dusty and thirsty. I did.
7:00pm –
Served mashed potatoes and salmon aspic with lots of fruits and
vegetables and white bread, I did. They had some cocoa muffins with
greengage fruits afterwards.
Master James even had some tonight, he did. Perhaps,
Boston makes you hungrier, I don`t know, but it got what it wanted with
their new docks, it did.
A sense of hunger for life gnaws in us all, and gets things done when
it`s wanted, I always say. I always liked Boston, I have.
10:00pm – Eat me own supper and tidy up.
Molly has gone home a while since. Young Tim is in bed.
Master James and Mrs. Chapman and Archibald are in the front parlour.
I
over heard Archibald asking for his own chamber now and Master James
saying he could have the old nursery chamber.
Mrs. Chapman said she wanted young Tim to remain in that chamber nearer
to them, she did. I think that is a good idea meself as he can be a
nervous lad but he`s still a Cheeky Monkey, Bless him.
He`s quite the young man now is our Archibald, and needs his own
chamber now, he does. It`s time to begin his own captaincy through the
ocean of life as they say.
Archibald needs to be more grown up and become more himself. Always
said, you don`t need anyone's permission to be your true self,
I never did !
Good things always come where minds and hearts are open and it`s
nice to see it here. The
old nursery chamber for him would be a good place to start it, to
become himself, I say.
He who lives after nature, shall never be poor.
Good on Archibald, Bless him !
11:00pm – Time to sleep. It has been a
lovely day again and yes, a special day because I felt special
about meself,
I did. Real sunny too it was. I love the sun especially when it rises
of a morning,
one ribbon at a time, I do.
Perhaps, tomorrow I`ll get up earlier to see that sunrise and those
ribbons, looking out of my window. Yes, I think I will.
POLLY`S DIARIES RECIPE
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NOAH`S
ARK On the Grantham High Street - the sign outside was actually a model of a Noah`s Ark !! Run by Edward Dickinson selling toys, fancy goods, ironmongery and general wares. The Angel Hotel next door bought it in 1891, and it then became part of the hotel. |
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