Tipperary House in Grantham 1894


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The Diaries of Mary Ann Wennell

Monday August 13th, 1894
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Didn`t sleep very well last night, it was too humid and was still feeling tired, I was. 

Looking forward to me afternoon off tomorrow.

Wearing me blue dress today.
Down back stairs into the kitchen, pulled up the blind and opened the window. Today is going to be a hot one, I`d say.

Put on me dark apron for the dirty jobs over me blue dress.

Got water from the pump in the new bucket. Domestic bliss and glory again !

Kettle on the range and clean the fireplace.

Wasn`t expecting Master James to be up so early. He never said. He just had some bread this morning in the dining room

He talked about the new Duke and Duchess of York, Prince George and May`s new baby Prince Edward over in Norfolk, and the baptising of him last month. Master James told me Queen Victoria wanted May as bride for the Duke last year he did, and said Queen Victoria was very fond of her. I didn`t know that !!

Made me think of when Master James was a little babe and the christening in Lincoln at the old St. Swithin's Church near Sheep Square. I was real young then, I was. Fouteeen perhaps.
Same age as Archibald now. The Christening involved introducing Baby Master James to the extended family, and the parish community as he was baptized previously in a quiet private ceremony. Later, the church fell into neglect and it was taken down.
Some people don`t look after things the way they should perhaps. I say folks should never first neglect their family, friends or business, and community, but there`s plenty folk that do and would these days. That`s real sad !
But true worship comes from the inside out, it does, and does not depend one wit on externals like buildings. Churches have lost their original purpose because the minds of many people today are more attracted to worldly things than to spiritual matters.
And Old Master Chapman always said too, it was a greatly proportioned church. He knew about proportions did Old Master Chapman. 
I think I do too, know about proportions but in different ways. Yes, it was a greatly proportioned church like he said, but true God and worship lives within us, where many and most sometimes would never think to look, and see the real right proportion, which is from the inside out.
Deeds are better than words in life any day. But it was grand to be at the full dedication of the new St. Swithin's Church at Broadgate, in `88 it were, with all the Chapman family and me cousin Edna Wennell from up Rotherham way came down for it.
Aye, but that earlier christening for Master James in the old church were a grander day though, yes - it were.

This brought me back to remembering that old Mrs Chapman hand-wrote the response and christening announcements instead of engraving them.
Ooh, and they were inserted in those pretty white envelopes with her visiting-card, they were. People were impressed. Everyone was impressed. I was impressed too.
Oooh, she did have nimble fingers, did old Mrs Chapman, she really did. The nimblest in Lincoln. Others thought it too.

The way she tied those white baby ribbons into those tiny neat bows and attached them. They were grand.
She`d only see visitors in the afternoon, never in the morning, and always dressed to receive them in her pretty dainty blue house-gown. Lots of blues and pale blue. I liked that gown.
She would then carefully choose her accessories according to the hour and occasion. She always looked nice in it with its high neckline, long sleeves, and very little jewellery,
I always made sure to have Master James in his clean fresh white robe too, the one his father was christened in before him, she liked that she did, did Mrs. Chapman. Took me ages to get it right with the flat-iron. 
I recall, Baby Master James was such a tiny little thing, he could have fitted inside a quart mug, he could. Bless him !
She knew I was thoughtful about things, and I am. We had a rich plum cake that I was allowed to make for that day, a secret recipe from me mam Hannah, ooh I were right proud of that cake when they took every bite.
She was a grand lady was old Mrs Chapman. I miss her, I really do.

Baby Master James, got a silver baby`s rattle in a pretty case with red lining in it, and a silver and ivory teething ring from his two godfathers, and his grandfather gave him a shiny gold sovereign. 
What a lucky lad !

Old Master Chapman was always busy receiving the gentlemen paying him their respects after Master James` birth, but they always asked after Mrs Chapman and Baby Master James. Very nice !
They showed respect, they did. I like respect. I always think that folk cannot take away self-respect if we don`t hand it over like some folk do, and they do often without realising it either ! 
Like the Baxter`s in Dysart Road. But saying that, we are all something, but none of us are everything, mind. None of us are everything, that`s right. How could we be ?
We had loads of flowers and fruits too that day. I remember the nuts were good to eat, and wholesome to digest, they were, but your stomach shouldn`t rule your mind, I always say or you will end up too joyless to live.

Prepared breakfast for Mrs. Chapman and the boys. Some bacon and cold meat.

Edmund came down from St. Peter`s Hill with the fresh bread in the basket. Victor was late with the milk on the cart as usual, poor man. I don`t like when he comes late. Gets me thinking.

Went out to buy some meat and fish and visited the greengrocers up Dudley Road near Granville Street. I didn`t forget the yeast today, I did last week though. 
Met Mrs. Woodhouse up Swinegate later. Nice lass, she is. She was talking about that roudy Baxter family again over in Dysart Road, no more said, I said. 
Least said soonest mended is the best way to be. A wild goose never laid a tame egg as me mam always said. She said the poor do penance for the follies of their superiors, she was right. 
Me mam, Hannah Wennell was right again. Mrs. Woodhouse howled, she did.

12:00pm – Cold chicken and greens for lunch for young Tim and Archibald. I told them to eat their greens or they`ll get warts. I think Young Tim was horrified.
Well, they looked at me quite startled, poor mites, it was hard to hold a straight face, it was. Then young Tim started calling me Polly Wolly Doodle again and we all started to sing it along.


Fare thee well, fare thee well,

fare thee well my fairy Fay

for I'm off to Lou'siana for to see my Susyanna

sing Polly wolly doodle all the day


He is a Cheeky Monkey !

Brought Mrs. Chapman`s lunch to her on a tray in her bed chamber. She was in good spirits again today with her shiny face and writing a lot of letters, she was.

6:00pm –Master James gets home from Nottingham and I brought him hot water up to his bed chamber for him to clean up and get ready.

7:00pm –The Skipworths arrived for dinner. Got Molly, our "daily girl" over from College Street to help me earlier and she stayed on. She`s a good girl, she is, is our Molly. Bless her. 
The dinner seemed to go well, I`d say. I was pleased with how the roast pork turned out too. They ended up doing charades and riddles in the front parlour, a good time was had by all by all appearances.  

10:30pm – Had a quick kitchen supper of bread and cheddar cheese and cleaned the boys shoes for tomorrow`s trip to Boston and the new docks, I hope that they will have a good day. 
Had a little read from me book "The Heart of Midlothian" by that nice Mr. Scott, and then closed the book at page 39 for sleep.

POLLY`S DIARIES RECIPE ( Guess, it`s not a secret anymore !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Polly`s Secret Plum Cake)

Polly`s Secret Plum Cake Recipe


St. Swithin's Church, Lincoln which was once described as "the finest of Lincoln's modern churches". 

Acknowledged to be James Fowler's finest work. The original was ruined by a fire in 1644, rebuilt in stone in 1801 and this building was a replacement to that church and had it`s final dedication in 1888.

There is an interesting original `spiritual` altar prior to Christianity there, which was discovered during excavations for the tower, and which is kept on display.

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