Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Coronation



This sampler from my little collection commemorates the coronation.  Like many others, my parents arranged to visit a cousin who had just invested in a television for the occasion.  We lived up on the edge of Cold Fell.  Electricity was still some few years away from us, so we had a wireless, but no tv until I was ten.  Last week we replaced our analogue tv with a digital model.  Not only is this slim and a fraction of the weight, but it allows us to do amazing things such as linking the netbook to the monitor so we can see images on the big screen, or watch programmes we have missed through i-player or 4od.  We are enjoying exploring the possibilities.

More detail on the drunk driver story: the self-employed painter and decorator who demolished our front wall had been paid for a big job that morning - one thousand pounds in cash.  When arrested he had two pound coins on him.  Apparently, he had already paid off a couple of people whose cars he had clipped before exiting the pub car-park.  Of course, he was driving with no insurance, and in fact had a court case pending for a similar offence, although that one also involved an assault.   When it came to trial he was sent down for three months.

We were initially very alarmed  when the crash happened, as it looked as though we were under attack, and we had been woken from sleep.  However, when it became clear what was happening, the whole thing took on a different character.  The drunk himself was sitting in his white van which was at right angles across the street.  With the other car still attached to the front.  He was trying to reverse so as to drive away.  The clockmaker who lives along the street from us managed to reason with him to hand over his keys and we all then waited for the police to arrive.

 My husband took some amazing photographs which were published in the local paper along with the story.  In order to walk down the street, it was necessary to climb through the white van, as the road was completely blocked.  We spent a long weary night working with the county surveyor, the electricity board and emergency builders to ensure that the house was safe to go back into and secure.  We were a little astonished to be asked to give an assurance to the listed buildings person that we would not convert the hall into a garage now that we had seen that a car would fit into it.



On a happier note, I received this cute card made for me by Pat in Alberta.  Pat and I are about the same age, so her stories about the music of her younger days would be the same as mine.  But in almost every other respect we seem to be complete opposites: Pat has seven children and a host of grandchildren who are clearly the love of her life.


I have made this card for Pat in return.  I was impressed some years ago by the work of Margaret Talbot - silk embroideries rich in detail, using the inspiration of the flushwork patterns on East Anglian churches.  These are patterns made by alternating flint with masonry and they are usually religious or heraldic symbols.  Something about the reverse of this piece of silk, woven for the tie industry, suggested heraldic shields.  My partner's family initial is M, so I used a piece of gold thread for that.  Beneath is the card from my village, showing the National Trust merchant's house.

3 comments:

frayedattheedge said...

I'm still chuckling about not turning your hall into a gagage!! I started reading Pat's blog after seeing a comment from her - it caught my eye as my maiden name is MacKenzie - spelled the same way and with a capital K, which is uncommon!

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

I'm going to carry the picture of everyone climbing through the front of the van to get to the other end of the street for ever !

I didn't see the Coronation on television ... but I did get the pretty green tin of toffees . Much better , when you're six .

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