Monday, 28 January 2013

The life and times of Granny Smith

I wonder if you might like to see a potted history of my Granny Smith. My sister Barbara and I have spent many years trying to track her story down.


I think she was about 60 here in 1933



Fanny Frances was born 'out of wedlock' in the Kensington Workhouse in 1873 so her birth certificate told us.  A stigma she must have carried with her all her life.  Illegitimacy was not good in Victorian London. Unwed mothers and their infants were an affront to morality. They were spurned and ostracized by the public relief and charitable institutions. If a young woman became pregnant while still living at home, she was forced to leave in disgrace and move into the workhouse or to an area where she was not known. Scorned by family, friends and employers alike.

We searched the Guardians' minute books at the London Metrolpolitan Archives and indeed found her mother Elizabeth Monet aged 17 in the Mary Place branch of the workhouse where she gave birth to Fanny in February 1873. It is not clear why they were in the workhouse. Perhaps through poverty or the parents disowned her because of the shame of pregnancy, who knows.
Fanny’s mother Elizabeth and grandparents Fanny and Peter were living in Notting Hill in very overcrowded conditions in streets of tightly packed houses where over the years with an increasing family they relentlessly moved from one set of crowded rooms to another paying about two shillings a week for the privilege. These conditions continued throughout Fanny's childhood.


The family consisted of several children and this may have been a reason why Fanny and her mother ended up in the workhouse. The children slept at least four, top-to-tail in one bed. Often there were another three or four families living under the same roof, where sanitary conditions were appalling and so encouraged rats to roam freely in the filthy and polluted streets.


This area of Pottery Lane historically had became known as “the Piggeries and Potteries” owing to the many pig-keepers and brick makers who had migrated from Ireland to Notting Hill during the 1840’s because of the potato famine.



During Fanny’s time this area was also known as “Laundry Land” because of the many hundreds of housewives including her mother and grandmother who had to take in washing and ironing for the families in the posh houses at the top of the hill in order to earn a shilling or two to help out with the family income. Alternatively they would take the laundry down to the Public Baths.


Kensington Public Baths 
 

When Fanny was three years old, her mother married a Mr Curtice, who became Fanny’s stepfather. Over the years, several more children were born, giving Fanny half brothers and sisters. The 1881 census shows a Fanny Curtice aged seven, living with her grandparents Peter & Fanny Monet in a street nearby. Whether Fanny had been living with her grandparents since her birth or maybe since her mother’s marriage is unknown. There may simply have been no room for her at home. An elderly aunt told me that it was not at all uncommon for the eldest child to live with grandparents at that time.

Fanny attended a local school which cost a penny a week. When she was 12 she was ‘put into service’ where she worked as a scullery maid doing very menial tasks including scrubbing the floors, stoves, sinks and dishes for a mere pittance of about one shilling a week and a room in the attic. She only had a few hours off each week.

In 1891 aged 18 she was working for a household in Earls Court Road where by now she had become a cook. In 1894 she met and married her husband Charles Smith. Fanny started life as a Monet, lived her life as a Curtice and upon her marriage discovered her father’s name was Shearman which appeared on her marriage certificate. She was known to never have any contact with her mother after her marriage and I wonder if she never forgave her for keeping her illegitimacy from her over the years, as well as never knowing who her father was until her wedding day. Fanny died in 1963 aged ninety years old.

Barbara and I have been to Notting Hill on several occasions and found some places of interest - but will leave that for another time.

Pictures by courtesy of The Story of Notting Dale.by Sharon Whetlor, 1998


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Tuesday, 22 January 2013

Doilies, catwalks and memories

I've been collecting litle vintage lace doilies and embroidered tray clothes for a while now - all from charity and second-hand shops and some from antique shops in France.

Here are just a few from my growing collection - too many to show 
  

This post on doilies and tray cloths reminded me about this little tray cloth - which is the beginning of another story. It was hand-made by me in 1957 at primary school for my Mum - so I guess it could well be classed as vintage in its own right! I found it in a drawer the other day and had quite forgotten about it. It has a couple of marks on it but I put it into the washing machine and gave it a light press and hey presto - good as new.



One teacher in my infant school Mrs B who taught needlework was a bit of a tartar - likeable but very strict and us girls were all pretty scared of her as she shouted a lot. She was very particular and spoke her mind. She taught us how to embroider. I was pretty proud of my first attempt. Mum loved it and kept it all those years. She gave it back to me not long before she passed away.

After I had been in Secondary School for about a year, Mrs B joined the staff as a needlework teacher and we were quite daunted at the thought of working with her again. Normally at the end of the summer term the school would put on a show of some kind. This particular year it was a fashion show, where the girls had to model the garments they had made in the needlework class during the term. The school had recently introduced a new fabric for their summer school uniform, so that was my project to make a school skirt.

Well, there was I aged 11 years old walking down the catwalk, feeling pretty smug with myself in front of all the mums and staff,  modelling the skirt, when Mrs B had to describe what we were wearing. Most of the other girls had made various items of clothing and were suitably commended on their work. Then it came to my turn and to my utter dismay she announced to all and sundry "It's a pity that Pat had to machine stitch the hem of her skirt - it would have looked so much nicer if it had been hand stitched". I was mortified and fled the stage in tears.



This is the wretched skirt - taken outside Anne Hathaway's cottage in
Stratford upon Avon on a school trip in 1959


Do you know, I have NEVER EVER machine stitched a hem again in my whole life. Even curtains have hand stitched hems. So I guess I learnt my lesson from a very young age but at the time I couldn't forgive Mrs B for humiliating me in front of so many people. In later years when we were all grown up and running our own homes, some of us attended a school reunion where we again encountered Mrs B who was by now in her 80s.  A lovely lady who'd mellowed over the years and talked fondly of her time teaching us from primary through to secondary school.  Memories eh?

Do you have any embarrassing moments you've never lived down?



Monday, 21 January 2013

Snowy walks


Well - it finally arrived yesterday, even though it looked like sieved icing sugar falling from the sky all day long and eventually gave us about 4/5 inches. I must admit I do like a good snow shower of large snowflakes which can mesmerise you as you gaze out of the window. But I'm not complaining. We took a walk to our daughter's Sunday afternoon through the woods with my camera in tow.

 
It was quite magical
 
 
 
  
 
 
 and so still - just the occasional bird tweeting
 
 
I don't drive in the snow and ice so this morning's school run was of the more
 healthier walking kind.
 
 

 
which took us up a pretty steep hill  through the woods
 
 
 
towards the church at the top  
 
 
and up through the churchyard 
 
 
A bit out of puff when I got to the top  (must get fit) - but the view was stunning
 
 
 
 Dropped L off at school and then did the return trip which was much kinder on my legs!  
 
 
 
Not sure why I don't do this more often. The excuse normally is that L, at eight years old might not be able to manage to walk the hill whereas in actual fact it was ME that was getting left behind and L that kept saying "come on Nan". So - after I get fit, watch this space!
 
Finally,  I would like to thank all my blogging friends for your wonderful comments recently. I apologise that I haven't replied to them all but revision is getting in the way at the moment. I do appreciate all the lovely things you have to say and they certainly lift my day.
 
Have a good week
 
 
 

Wednesday, 16 January 2013

To Snow or not to Snow..that is the question

Hi Everyone. Well I was hoping to post some lovely snowy photos today, but no, it is positively Spring like here. Not a hint of it. Just a very hard frost this morning and very very cold temperatures. To say I am envious of the rest of the country is an understatement. I might well live to regret that statement if we get snowed in and under next week and I can't get the car out. 

However, the photos I took today are giving me some consolation as I haven't had a stroll around my garden for ages and was quite pleasantly surprised.

 
These pansies are on our front porch and were planted last Summer
 
 
How they've survived the battering winds and rain that we've endured
this winter, I'll never know
 
 
This Hebe looks like this all year round and is beginning to flower
(can you see the merest of mere white stuff on the lawn?)
 
 
Another favourite - Hebe with Euonymous
 
 
This ornamental grass has been in a pot on my front garden for donkeys of years
but still manages to put on a brave face - I love the colour
 
 
This evergreen Rhododendron always comes up trumps and looks so pretty in May
 
 
So, that's my non-snowy, unseasonal winter garden. However, as we speak, I've just spoken to my sister Barbara who tells me that the weather forecast is predicting heavy snow showers this weekend -so watch this space.!
 
 
I'd like to give a warm welcome to my new followers - Liz, Vanessa, Perpetua, Joy, Rosemary, Lacy Crochet and Kristie. Thank you for joining me, it's lovely having you aboard.
 
 
Bye for now
 
Have a lovely Wednesday evening and keep warm.
 


Monday, 14 January 2013

Belgium - part 2


Another highlight of our recent trip to Belgium was to visit the city of Ghent. Many of you already know that I am on the last leg of  my History degree. My current module is Art History - Renaissance and I'm loving it.

We have to choose a particular piece of artwork to research and write about in our final 4500 word essay in May. I have chosen the famous "Ghent Altarpiece" painted by the renowned artist brothers Hubert and Jan van Eyck from the Northern Renaissance workshops, in what was then called the Netherlands but today known as northern Belgium.  So it was no co-incidence that we made this trip which has gone a long way to aiding my research with the added bonus of being able to view this masterpiece  for real at St Bavo's Cathedral.

 
featuring "The Adoration of the Mystic Lamb" 
 
 
This impressive Gothic cathedral is one of the most famous landmarks of the city of Ghent 
 


where this sculpture of the brothers Hubert and Jan van Eyck stands outside
 
 

 
The deli's and bakers shops were so tempting




and I love that you can have a coffee or beer in the same establishment
as an antique shop/art gallery!

 
In Brussels there were many flea markets but sadly not enought time to visit

 


 

and allthough I was done with Christmas, it was interesting to see the
Christmas markets, which I'd never seen or been to before
 

I hope you enjoyed this tour of our short but sweet trip..
 
Bye for now

Thursday, 10 January 2013

Random acts of kindness...

 
 
 
Aren't these a breath of fresh air 
 
I've never seen tulips so early in the year before. They were given to me by a very kind lady who I've never met, who took my place on a pre Christmas lunch  that I could not attend due to a funeral. She belongs to our local church and a mutual friend from our Home Study Group asked if she wanted to go. I love acts of kindness and remember seeing this quote.
 
"I expect to pass through life but once.
If therefore, there be any kindness I can show,
or any good thing I can do to any fellow being,
let me do it now, and not defer or neglect it,
as I shall not pass this way again"
 
William Penn (1644-1718)

 

On a similar note I must just show you these lovely old Dutch bobbin-lace bobbins that were very kindly sent to me by  Heidi from Holland. who knew I was starting a small collection and posted them off to me..


 
Such a kind thought and a lovely addition to my collection which you might remember seeing in my post here
 
No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted
 
See you soon

Wednesday, 9 January 2013

Belgium - part 1....

I'd like to say hi to my new followers Terri, May and Izzy - welcome aboard and hope you enjoy my blog as much as I enjoy writing it. 

I can't believe I've been back from Belgium for a week now and not posted anything yet. Both John and I have been brought down with this flu virus thingy that is spreading like wildfire and probably caught on the tour coach we were on in Belgium. We've both laid low for the last five days and for John not to go to work and take to his bed - well that says it all.  But hey ho, the sun is shining today and it's onwards and upwards into the New Year which I trust you will all have a happy one.

Well our trip to Belgium was lovely, the weather wasn't perfect - only raining at night - but mostly we had some sunny but cold days. We visited Ostend, Antwerp, Bruges, Ghent and Brussels during the four days but my main focus was on Bruges and Ghent.


Bruges is located on the River Reie and is the capital of the province of west Flanders. Often called the "Venice of the North" it connects with Ostend, Veurne, Ghent and Sluis via its canals.

  


This medieval town with its cobbled streets and assortment of shops is a photographer's dream




Beautiful lace shops



And chocolate shops



As well as the pretty waterways


These canals were everywhere and you just can't stop yourself from snapping them!


The buildings were so pretty - these look like old almshouses 


and churches - way too many to photograph



 We were only here for an afternoon and wished we'd had more time. I'd rather have missed the trip to Ostend that morning and spent more time in Bruges. Have to come back again methinks! 

I'll pause here  -  but will return with a few more photos from Ghent and Brussels.

Has anyone else been having trouble uploading photos - the browser button isn't appearing in the "Select a file/photo" box. I checked the Blog help page and it seems there is a problem at the moment when uploading from Internet Explorer. They suggested going into HTML mode to upload a photo and then going back into Compose mode to write the post. So annoying and time consuming.  They are working on it and here's hoping it goes back to normal very soon.

Bye for now

Afternoon Walk

Oh we did have a lovely walk today taking in the beauty of the countryside. The hedgerows and fields were brimming with spectacular blooms a...