I finished the little white matinee jacket at the weekend with three smiley face buttons. I did not like this fiddly pattern and so it has now gone to a charity shop where I hope it is found by someone who likes it.
As for the book I am reading Parade’s End- well I am half way through now. Teitjans the hero (Benedict Cumberbatch in the TV series) is about to be sent to the front line looking after horses, his wife inexplicably is also in France- she has reminisced about her infidelities and now fancies the pants off her husband who couldn’t care a fig for her as long as she looks after their son and is not a disgrace! So nothing has happened really since last week. But it is very good for bedtime reading.
So what’s new..
I have three lovely sons and two gorgeous grandsons and Miss J who was three when I became her step grandmother, but I have not known the joy of a baby granddaughter. Now there is apparently an 85% chance that the new little somebody is a Girl. All think PINK now. If my son and daughter in law can talk about their new daughter then I am chancing a few Pink knits. This is Sirdar Crofter and I have done the back and two fronts!
As for the book. Well I treated myself to a Kindle this year, which now contains some holiday reading, but somehow I can’t get out of the habit of looking at books in charity shops, and indeed some books are cheaper second hand than those for a Kindle. And some I guess will never be available on a Kindle. Like the one in the picture. It is called “The Way We Were”, By R.W.Scales. Published in 1987, Mr Scales has trawled the pages of a local paper called the Malton Messenger. The newspaper is no more. The period covered in the book is 1854-1939. Infinitely more amusing and so interesting of times gone by than Parade’s End. Real Yarns!
I have three extracts for you..
1856 Pheasant Shooting
About daybreak one morning last week a certain sporting gentleman in Pickering was aroused out of his slumbers by a neighbour to come and shoot a pheasant which was perched on the top of the Independent Chapel in Hungate. After dressing, the double barrelled gun was procured and loaded and on arriving at the place where the game was, it was pronounced by the sportsman to be a cock bird. True aim being taken, bang,bang went the gun, down fell the game into the yard and on being picked up proved to be the old hen belonging to Mr S Simpson of the George Inn.
Mr Simpson’s reaction is not given.. but fancy giving space to this simple tale. The George Inn is no more but the Chapel is..
Fifty years or so later my Grandparents were married here.
1856 New school
The Wesleyans of Pickering have purchased a piece of ground near the end of Westgate on which they intend to build a National School , it is reported that the entire cost of the ground and building is expected to amount to £600.
Here’s the school, still standing. I went there from the age of 6 to 10! It’s now a working men’s club. Somehow I don’t think the Wesleyans would have approved of the change of use.
1855 Wife Sale
The antiquated and disgraceful farce of selling a wife has taken place in Thirsk within the last few days, a blooming young woman, the wife of Mr W Marshall of Wombleton near Kirkbymoorside was led in a halter to the cross and there sold for2/6d. Mr Marshall was 54 years old when he married and Mrs Marshall only 19, they had lived happily together for 16 years and then agreed between them that the knot of wedlock should be severed and an agreement drawn up, after which she was sold to Mr John Webster of Oswaldkirk.
It still seems incredible to me that wife selling really happened.
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And looking forward to seeing what others have been making and reading. Do leave a comment they are the best bits.
PS Think PINK!