Treasure for the New Year

Happy New Year to you dear readers, I hope your Christmases were good and that your year has started with all hope and happy expectation. Mine, of course, has started with the recognition that this will be my first full year of retirement and that I'd better get busy with all those projects I mentioned!

So, what is this New Year treasure? It is my Mum's diaries kept, with a few breaks (or perhaps lost volumes), from the age of 11 (1937) all the way through to when she was 80 and had the fall that was to mark her long slow decline towards the end of her life.

They truly are treasure, in large part because they are hers and connect me to her and to our family in such an intimate way. She grew up in middle class suburban Cheam, until they moved back to Hastings when she was 21. I know so many of the names and places that she describes from her own stories of childhood; I can hear her voice filling in additional details and feel her personality in what she relates here.

The first part of the collection is a lovely set of Lilley and Skinners (The Fashion Shoe Shop, 356-360 Oxford Street London) school-girl's diaries (and one schoolboy's). There are 6 of them, starting in 1937, so cover the period when war starts, through to 1942. My grandfather worked as a bookkeeper at L&S, travelling up to London and back by train every day, and working in a dingy basement. I wonder if he ever ventured down to the "buried street" mentioned here and here. 

Each diary has a set of pages at the beginning with "much useful information and many tables helpful for her work and play" including the Rugby Football results for the national teams, books to read, foreign phrases in common use and mensuration formulae, which I have to confess I briefly misread in the index, until I realised the unlikelihood of my misreading! 

I was pleased to note in suggested careers for women that, as well as teaching, nursing and domestic science, we could also embark on industrial welfare (if trained and competent), become pharmaceutical chemists, barristers or solicitors and even apply to the Institute of Civil Engineers, although a note here warns that "practical work is a real difficulty" and "women find posts more easily on the secretarial and commercial sides"

They all have a map of the British Empire at the back (of course)

And each week has a little illustration at bottom right, along with a small paragraph explaining the image. 1938's theme obviously relates to the British constitution so for the last week of November we have The Lobby of the House of Commons and explanation of the cry "who goes home?"

I have, as you can see, started at the beginning, the image above being from November 1938, where you can see her interest in school seemed to be restricted to music (she later went on to study at the Royal Academy of Music), dancing and, above all else, food - and this is before the war and rationing. I remember her stories of "starving" during the war and how cross she was that her father wouldn't sacrifice his precious delphiniums to grow vegetables to feed them. She has just started at a new school in September of this year, so perhaps the food was so much better than in her previous school that it merited detailed reporting.

In 1941 however, she also begins "My Journal" as series of notebooks that run from June 1941 to July 1953. These are, as their title suggest, more of a journal and contain all sorts of interesting detail of the life of a young woman growing through her teenage years into her mid twenties. They end on a very poignant note when her beloved dog Randy died. There follows a gap of four years then they resume, but once again in the more restricted form of week to a spread diaries and pocket diaries, and continue right through to 2006, a span of 69 years.

This is the project that I have been waiting to do for as long as I have known that I have this wonderful collection, which is quite a long time. I am nearing the end of 1938, the only mention of the impending war so far is that she was fitted for a gas mask in late September, but no comment as to why. I shall be transcribing for some while I rather think, and treasuring every moment of time spent with her.