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Down
back stairs into the kitchen,
pulled up the blind and opened the window.
A nice day again, but very warm and close so early. Feels
like thunder in the air.
Got
water from the pump in the bucket. Cleaned the range and
fireplace. Breakfast.
Master
James looked very relaxed this morning reading his
usual papers again and was talking about jellyfish falling from the sky
over in
He brought up George Moore, the Irish novelist from
Master
James said the book was a story set in today`s times in
England about a young, religious and "fallen woman" from a poor
family who, while working as a kitchen maid, is seduced by a footman,
becomes
pregnant, is deserted by him, and against all odds decides to raise her
baby
boy as a single woman.
I always say that it`s the courage to continue that counts.
She
becomes a wet nurse by leaving her baby with a baby
farmer and the story unfolds. Master James said the red-haired George
Moore is
the first great modern Irish and British novelist.
I must read that book - sounds very interesting. Curiosity
raises interest in all things, I always say. I`ll finish Walter Scott`s
book,
"The
Heart of Midlothian" first
though.
I don`t want to plan for
adventures before finishing the adventure that`s at hand.
Master
James said George`s father even served as an
Independent Member of Parliament for Mayo in the House of Commons until
`57.
How interesting is that ? People interest me and that
makes me life even more interesting. Everything is full of rich
treasures,
interesting souls and life stories.
We should always follow our destiny and
accept it, no matter where it leads us, I always say.
I have
heard some say that George Moore is deeply in love with
the society hostess, Emerald Burke, but she is now seeing Bache Cunard,
from
the shipping people just down the road from here in Nevill
Holt Hall.
That is
most interesting too. It is all on our doorstep here in Grantham !
I didn`t mention it to Master James in case he didn`t know.
Discretion is more important than intelligence, I always say.
I
remember reading a George Moore book “A Drama in Muslin”
a
couple of years back about the marriage trade in Anglo-Irish society
and suggestions
of same-sex relationships among the unmarried daughters of the gentry.
Quite shocked me it did at the time but soon realised nature is beyond
all
teaching. Knowledge makes us humble and ignorance makes us
proud. Therefore, knowledge is the best any day !
These selective
literalists and a proportion of unworthy folk of varying
man-written books do make
me mad, they do. Sexuality is
a discovery, not a sin nor a choice.
Those righteous folk need a broader view of spirituality and
the
human experience. I
mentioned this point but Master James howled when I said it and he said
it would take a while for things to change.
I always thought it were right queer that the Labouchere Amendment to
the
Criminal Law Amendment Bill some years ago now, never mentioned
same-sex
relationships between women only men.
Maybe it never crossed Henry
Labouchere`s
mind because too much eating and drinking keep men from thinking as me
Mam always said. I
howled then too, Master James and I both did now.
More likely, ol` Henry was fearful of drawing
women’s
attention to its
existence ! When there is in elephant in the room, introduce him or
her,
I
always say.
Relationships between people are like shoes..... find a pair that fit
you and
are comfortable, but don't tell other people what shoes they should
wear or insist
others wear your shoes.
It doesn`t pick your pocket or break your leg
to let
others wear their shoes while you wear yours.
Master
James then went on to read about Lottie Collins,
who`s back from America and her great song,
‘Tar-ra-ra-boom-der-ay’.
It`s a major hit now since the Tivoli in London where
she launches into the skirt dance. Her legs flashing in
high-kicking
Can-Can
style steps, revealing her stockings held up by sparkling suspenders.
Master
James said this always sends the audience wild. I should think it does
and
probably leaves
poor Lottie exhausted. I`d say. Exciting though !
I do like the song ‘Tar-ra-ra-boom-der-ay’,
I have
to say. Lots
of energy to it and energy creates energy.
Love
the Folies Bergère and the American dancer Loie Fuller and
her Fire Dance as well.
Loie, I heard, is very close with Princess Marie of
Edinburgh, the granddaughter of Queen
Love these ‘Naughty Nineties’. It`s all about
having a good
time creatively, following your inner moonlight, expressing and being
yourself and nothing more.
I didn`t say that to Master James either.
Aye, don`t want him to get the wrong idea, mind.
11:00am – Archibald
and young Tim went to play cricket up
They were still excited about the 2 day cricket match
between
They told me while they were up in
They sheltered under a tree they told me, even though they
know they are not supposed to. When thunder roars, go indoors, I always
say.
Me Mam always said to stay inside until 30 minutes after you
hear the last clap of thunder. Do not shelter under trees. You are not
safe
anywhere outside with lightening.
There was only a case over in Gonerby a while back where a
little lass were killed sheltering under a tree from thunder and
lightening.
Bless her!
Archibald
and young Tim told me while they were sheltering
under the tree, they heard a meowing and after a hunt in the grass and
undergrowth they found the little black kitten.
Archibald put the kitten in his pocket and in between the
heavy showers they ran home with the other boys and their cricket bats.
I was pleased to see them racing up the drive-in and they
ran through the door dripping wet and very excited. I wondered what all
the
commotion was about and the excitement too.
They wanted to show me and their Mam, Mrs Chapman this
little black kitten.
I told them `never mind` and get those wet clothes off or
they`ll get their death of cold. I held this little kitten while
they
ran upstairs to change. Poor little mite, all wet and meowing.
What a lovely little thing entirely, it is.
I
recited the Nursery Rhyme:
"Pussycat pussycat,
where have you
been?"
"I've been up to
"Pussycat pussycat,
what did you
there?"
"I frightened a little
mouse under
her chair"
"MEOWW!"
Young Tim asked if we could keep the little kitten. Well, I
told them it`s not for me to say. I do know that when they are back to
school
in a couple of weeks, it`ll be me looking after this kitten.
Well, I
don`t
mind. The greatness of a nation can be judged by the way people treat
animals,
I always say.
The boys decided to call the kitten Blackie for now.
I told them we`ll find a nicer name in time, we will. One
more fitting for it.
Names are very important and are something that we truly
own. They don't get old and die and they can't be taken from us, I
always say.
Names are wholly ours.
We`ll find a grand name for Blackie, so we will.
Mrs
Chapman said later that Blackie can stay until the
weather settles.
We were all so pleased and relieved too, we were. Mrs
Chapman has a good heart, Bless her. We hope now the weather doesn`t
settle for a while, quite a long while !
3:00pm – In
the afternoon, I made Grantham Gingerbread Biscuits for
later. Folks say me Gingerbread Biscuits are even nicer than Halls
Grantham
Gingerbread up the High Street.
Do pride meself on me Grantham
Gingerbread Biscuits.
Grantham
Gingerbread
In
1740, William Eggleston, a baker who had moved from the family
business in Newark on Trent in Nottinghamshire to Grantham in
Lincolnshire, had been making Grantham Whetstones,
a flat hard biscuit, a "biscuit for travellers," because of
the preservative effects of saltpetre. It was the earliest form of
biscuit recorded as
offered for sale.
But
William made an interesting mistake when mixing his ingredients,
and accidentally stumbled across the formula for gingerbread and the
Grantham gingerbread was born.
7:00pm –
Master James said after dinner, he was thinking of joining
the new Golf Club on Harrowby Hill. He went up to visit earlier and
came back
most impressed.
And he met the Lord Mayor there and that nice gentleman from
Beaconfield House.
Archibald
and young Tim were playing with Blackie who was
beginning to get used to us all, and they took her upstairs later to
sleep in
one of the boy`s bed chambers.
I`ll find out tomorrow – where.
11:00pm – Going
to
sleep thinking about our new household member for now, Little
Blackie and
thinking of the Folies Bergère and the Moulin Rouge and yes
–
Thinking there should also be a men`s Can-Can dance to liberate them
more and put them in touch with their `other side` !
I`ll leave Walter Scott where he is tonight - in the bedside drawer.
La Belle Époque. Ooh
La La !
A sweet tuxedo
girl you see
A
queen of swell
society
Fond
of fun as
fond can be
When
it's on the
strict Q.T.
I'm
not too young,
I'm not too old
Not
too timid, not
too bold
Just
the kind
you'd like to hold
Just the kind for sport I'm told.
Ta-ra-ra
Boom-der-ay!
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