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www.tipperaryhouse.co.uk a story from the heart and beyond JACK
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Thursday August 23rd, 1894 | ![]() |
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5:00am –Woke
up early
as the
golden white lady came
into my dreams
again last night, calling she was and saying words I didn’t
understand. It`s
been a while since I dreamed of her.
I like the
golden white lady,
she has been with me since I were a girl
At
breakfast, Master James said there was
something in the
paper about Jack The Ripper and the Whitechapel murders, down
It`s an ill cause that none dare speak in. You have to have
courage with bad things and master them rather than expect there to be
no fear
at all, I say.
There were more bad news with the assassination of that popular
French President Carnot after a banquet and the killer`s execution by
the
guillotine for it last week.
It`s said that punishment follows upon
crime.
Dickens said, there are dark shadows on the earth and some men,
like bats or owls, have better eyes for the darkness than for the
light, they
do.
I say, to
walk safely
through darkness, one needs the light of wisdom and that is for us all
to
choose with our free will it is, and through the guidance of virtue,
actions
that lead us to a good life, I always say.
Master
James was reading that the first meeting of
the Irish Trade Union Congress took place
after the British Trades Union Congress didn`t take much notice
of them.
Master James said they decided to form their own, they did.
And Horace
Plunkett just established The Irish Agricultural Organisation Society
over there, after getting his fortune in
He does seem like a good man he does, trying to bring everyone together
to work
for the prosperity of the Irish people.
I say, coming together is a beginning,
now they need to keep together and work together for a successful
peace, I do.
Young
Tim didn`t eat his breakfast. He was
listless and hot
and said his head hurt, poor mite.
Mrs. Chapman was in a quandary as she had arranged for her
and Master James and Archibald and young Tim to visit
Young Tim was too poorly to go. Mrs. Chapman asked
me would I look after him while they were away in
Alf
the gardener is due today, he shall be
dispatched to ask
Molly over in
Alf is our gardener and handyman. Married with a baby, he
is. He works hard does the lad. Mind you, he does have to keep a roof
over
their heads and food in their bellies.
Alf comes to us once a week during the summer to look after
the
gardens. That lad works seven days a week all over the place, and he
does have
a story or two to tell - mind.
He
visits some of the real big places in Grantham and round abouts,
including William
Brewster Harrison`s and Lady Sarah`s, the Lord Mayor`s House.
Got
Alf to bring down me rocking-chair to take
outside. Aye,
this brings me back a while and a few years when I was looking after
the Chapmans as
young babes in Lincoln, telling them nursery rhymes and singing
lullabys, I did.
Goosey goosey
gander,
Whither
shall I wander?
Upstairs
and downstairs
And
in my lady's chamber.
There
I met an old man
Who
wouldn't say his prayers,
So
I took him by his left leg.
And
threw him down the stairs.
The
stairs went crack,
He
nearly broke his
back.
And
all the little
ducks went,
Quack,
quack,
quack.
Ohhh
time flies, it does ! Time
is free but it`s priceless, I always say.
I want young Tim to be cooler outside under the shade of the
apple-tree. So I got some nice damp cloths to put on his forehead
to cool
him down.
Put him on me knee in the rocking-chair – all snuggly like.
I read him The
Owl and the Pussycat.
He fell asleep before I
finished it. Bless Him !
The
Owl and the Pussy Cat went to sea
In
a beautiful pea
green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped
up in a
five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And
sang to a
small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What
a beautiful
Pussy you are,
You
are,
You
are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'
Pussy said to the Owl,
'You elegant fowl!
How
charmingly
sweet you sing!
O
let us be married! too long we have
tarried:
But
what shall we
do for a ring?'
They
sailed away, for a year and a
day,
To
the land where
the Bong-tree grows
And
there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With
a ring at the
end of his nose,
His
nose,
His
nose,
With
a ring at the end of his nose.
Health is man`s greatest
blessing, it certainly is.
Alf
was working quietly in the garden. I
came in to
make a cuppa and called Alf and Molly to join me over a brew.
I mentioned what Master James said this morning about Jack
The Ripper and his bloody work. Fair made me blood freeze again, it
did.
Folks
are saying £500 is what`s being said behind the scenes that
the City Police are
offering for his
capture. Poor Molly, she nearly had a turn, she did.
The Ripper has never been found you know. I said he could
even be in Grantham now for all us folks know. I told Molly to keep
Percival
close, I did. Keep Percival close !
Ohh, it don`t bear thinking about.
And I
can remember Sweet Fanny Adams back in `67 down Hampshire way, poor
mite,
only
eight years old she was.
One year older than young Tim sleeping under
the
apple tree. On Christmas Eve, they hanged Baker outside Winchester Gaol
for what he done.
And Baker wrote to Fanny`s mum and dad expressing
his remorse for doing that to her in an unguarded hour, he said,
and he
wanted
their forgiveness !
Well,
most things are forgivable, but this was
inexcusable
and unacceptable, it was. You would have to be real brave to forgive
that, you
really would.
Perhaps Fanny`s mum and dad were so brave and were able to write
their injury
on water and their kindness on marble, I don`t know !
And then there was that other murder case up north in
Well, when secrets are revealed, the
wind
reveals them to the trees, I always say. She got off, she did.
And what
about
poor Briggs some years back as well, thrown from the compartment of a
train in
Because of that they brought in
communication cords on the trains, so folks travelling can contact
members of
the railway crew now.
Thank God for that, I say. Life has many dangers
and
avoiding danger is no safer in the long run.
Sometimes if you look fear in the
face, you
can gain strength and courage by the experience.
You
can`t let fear
get to you. Use moments wisely, then will not hours reproach thee, I
always
say.
6:00pm – Mrs,
Chapman,
Master James and Archibald arrived back from
I served shoulder of veal,
garnished
with Forcemeat Balls
and vegetables.
They had seed-cake afterwards and Master James ate all his again
too.
Young
Tim by this time was up and about and much
restored
after his long sleep, he was. Windows opened more would keep Doctors
from the
door, I always say. Fresh air is the best, it is.
And outside fresh air
is best
still.
Mrs.
Chapman showed me some of the lovely
Nottingham Lace
she bought over there. A fine shawl and delicate mittens and a lace
tablecloth,
aye they were champion. Things of luxury they were.
Archibald liked his trip to
Master James bought some Botanic Beer from Newball and
Masons. They gave him a
coloured little
story book free with it, titled `How
a Railway Accident
Was Averted`.
Strange
fellows, I`d say ! Very strange!
Mrs Chapman wants to return to Nottingham, and go to the
Castle Museum in the autumn, and visit an exhibition of Cornish
painters she says. It's called `Cornish Light` and brings together the
very best paintings that Cornish artists have produced in the last ten
years. That sounds very interesting as it will consist of over
200 paintings by 50 different artists she says. I always think that
painting is wonderful to say what you cannot put into words.
Master
James and Mrs. Chapman retired to the Front
Parlour
with some Madeira Wine for Mrs. Chapman and the Botanic Beer for Master
James
and this strange little story book.
They were listening to the phonograph and playing Champagne
Charlie. Ooh, I like that
song by George Leybourne.
“Champagne Charlie is me name, champagne drinking is me game ……….” |
Champagne
Charlie is
a music hall song that was very popular
at this time.
Composed by Alfred Lee with lyrics by George Leybourne. |
11:00pm – In
bed,
remembering the music from downstairs, Champagne
Charlie. Was humming it in me
head, I was. In fact, couldn't get it out of me head.
Had a little read of nice Mr.
Scotts book again,
"The
Heart of Midlothian".
Up
to page 52 now and now at chapter 7 where Reuben Butler is meditating
alternatively upon the horrible catastrophe which he had
witnessed, and
upon his fate with that Effie Deans, the handmaiden of the careful Mrs.
Bartoline Saddletree.
I wonder if the golden white lady will enter my dreams again tonight… listening to myself.
THE APPLE TREE AT TIPPERARY HOUSE
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WILLIAM
BREWSTER HARRISON William was the Lord Mayor of Grantham in 1894. |
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