I have some guest photos from Lorna (former owner of Andersen’s RV Park), and a good thing, too, since the first part of this entry is just about a book. Lorna continues her appreciation of city planters wherever she goes.
Saturday, 1 October 2016
Rain and wind kept even Skooter indoors for the day.
I had been hoping for rain because I had a book to read that I had been much anticipating.
I had learned of this book while reading Jambusters (Home Fires), and this is a passage that was quoted.
Her son Cliff grew up to be a sculptor in Australia.
I fell in love with Nella soon after I began reading. I must go on about this for awhile, although I will refrain from including everything that moved me so much. If you don’t share my fascination with life during the Blitz, scroll down past the book photos and you will find some garden photos.
Her description of her cat: “He is not anything to look at, and is not too particular about keeping his white bits as clean as he could, but he has a kind and really thoughtful nature for a cat.”
I was thrilled to learn that the book was made into a television show, which I should have by next week.
Tea was mentioned so often that I had to have a nice cuppa Builder’s Tea.
Volunteer war work changed Nella, brought her more independence from her domineering husband.
I was especially moved by her love for her home, and the effect that bombing had on her. I often reflect on how much I like my sentimental possessions, many from my own grandmother.
“If I could, I’d gather my dear, wide-windowed house and take it far away, and hide it safely in some quiet spot. ….It’s not a good attitude of mind, I know—’Thou shalt not make any graven image’—but then the soft sheen of my ‘autumn-tiled’ hall takes my eye…and my hand goes to stroke a cushion or curtain, or to move my brass tray to catch the sun.”
I loved her idea of inviting soldiers to Christmas dinner when her sons were away at war. That is exactly what my grandmother did. I recently published a retrospective of her WWII guest book on my Grandma blog.
Some of her th0ughts about war:
I’ve become obsessed with Nella Last now and have ordered the next two books of her 30 year diary that she wrote for the Mass Observation. She seemed to believe in reincarnation. I wish she’d come into my life as a friend. Here are some more quotations as collected by the BBC.
You know how much I like diaries. Not only do I want to read Nella’s but also all of the Mass Observation, and there is not enough lifetime left to so do. There are more excerpts of different lives available in several books. I can see many more interlibrary loans in my future.
Sunday, 2 October 2016
I finished Nella Last’s War. It had been a slow read because of my pondering over so many passages and looking up places and people that she mentioned.
The weather continued wet and wild, perfect for guilt free reading.
Monday, 3 October 2016
Todd stopped by in the late morning with a gift plant from Joy Creek Nursery.
In the afternoon, our dear friends Bill and Carol Clearman came over. Master craftsman Bill is going to work on our bathrooms with the goal of a new bathtub (to replace an old one which was removed by the previous owner; she put her roll top desk in that nook, and the plumbing is still all there). I’m getting ready for knee surgery and old age some day by replacing the other old tub with a walk in shower of the same size.
I finally got out into the garden on a pleasant enough day.
At dusk, look what arrived from our friend Maddy of Pink Poppy Bakery!
Because these signs have been getting vandalized or stolen, Allan mounted it high on the fence, even though he did the project as dusk fell. Here it is the next day:
Tomorrow: I’ll catch you up on Allan’s weekend.
1997 (age 73):
Oct 1: RAIN—WIND My Bluestone perennials came. I checked them off and put them under light in greenhouse after trimming off dead and broken leaves. It really poured this afternoon. Don called re his order of Dutch Garden bulbs. I told him they should be here soon.
Oct 2: RAIN I actually hemmed one of my new jeans.
Oct 3 RAIN I hemmed the other pair of jeans!
1998 (age 74):
Oct 1: 11:30-5:00 It was warm but not too hot to work. I started working on strawberries moving the runner plants into the rows. I was even saving the itty bitty plants at the end of the runners. I put them in trays in the greenhouse under lights.
Oct 2: Noon-5:00 It was raining when I got up so I dashed out to pick tomatoes. I froze 3 Sealameal bags with uncooked tomatoes. When I finished the sun came out so I started working on the strawberries. Four rows were just a solid mess of plants. I finished 3 rows. It is going to take 3 or 4 days to finish. I got rained in once but sorted stuff in the garage while I finished.
Oct 3: 11:00-4:00 FIRST FIRE IN STOVE. I worked on strawberries again. I got rained in at 2:00 but went back out when the sun reappeared but it really started raining so I had to quit at 4:00. I still have 3 or 4 rows to finish. I already have 8 trays of the itty bitty runner plants. It’s strange how I feel when I’m working on the strawberries—at peace is the way I can describe it. [Mom told me, after moving to Long Beach, that working on her strawberry rows was her favourite gardening activity.]