08:00 Lois and I wake up in just one of the bedrooms in this massive Victorian mansion, built for one of Queen Victoria's Vice-Admirals towards the end of the 19th century. It's odd that now we're here at Headley, Hampshire, pet-sitting for our daughter Alison and family, we're still living in each other's pockets, like we do at home, spending all day and night together, but at the same time rattling around in this big house and massive 6.5 acre grounds, like two peas in a giant saucepan.
What madness!!!!
On a previous visit, in company of our daughter Alison, her husband Ed, and their children, we tracked down the grave of Vice-Admiral Parish - he's buried in the old churchyard in the village.
we find the grave of Vice-Admiral Parish
in the local churchyard
Highlights of John Parish's career in the Queen Victoria's Royal Navy
We also have to remember to put the recyclable waste out on the kerbside on Monday evening (or is it Tuesday?) for collection by the council. And we'll have to be out of our bed early on Thursday morning, because the cleaner is coming at 8:30 am. This week she'll be doing the first floor so it won't be much help if we're still in bed when she rings the doorbell - yikes! Next week she'll be doing the ground floor.
We also check on progress with the rebuilding of the car-port which was destroyed by Storm Eunice back in February. The guys from Red Rock have been coming every weekday to do the rebuilding. They're not here today or tomorrow (Sunday), but they'll be back at 8 am sharp on Monday morning, so we'll have to be ready for them.
We also have to feed ourselves, so this morning we drive over to the nearby town of Grayshott, stopping in at Applegarth Farm Shop on the way, to get most of the stuff we need - all wholesome healthy stuff straight from the farm.
In Grayshott itself, we stop in at the Grayshott Wine Company to get 4 Cookshop ready-meals, and at the Sainsburys Local mini-supermarket to get some Magnum ice-creams.
That's the way you do it!
See? Simples!!!!
11:00 We come back and have a cold drink on the terrace, looking out over parts of the enormous grounds.
we check on progress with the rebuilding of the car-port,
which was destroyed by Storm Eunice back in February
Do you remember Storm Eunice back in February? Phew, what a blaster!
flashback to February, and Storm Eunice is on the way
in from the Atlantic - YIKES !!!!!
flashback to February: the old carport
completely wrecked by Storm Eunice
My Great-Uncle Willy was a journalist trapped in the town by the siege, and Lois's Great-Uncle Mark was in the Royal Enniskillen regiment which was sent to relieve the town in 1899-1900. What are the chances of that happening, eh? What a crazy world we live in !!!!!
a Christmas card from the besieged garrison in Ladysmith -
just over 2 months later, the town was relieved, and this
British victory proved to be a decisive turning-point in the war.
the British Empire in 1886
flashback to 1898: the journalist my Great-Uncle Willy in Maritzburg, South Africa
with his wife Alice, son Jack and two servants: my god!!!!
flashback to the 1880's: Great-Uncle Willy in happier times, in Bridgend, Glamorgan:
we see my great-grandfather John and his wife Elizabeth, with their 8 children.
Willy is at the back on the right, and my grandfather Sidney is seated on the rug
at the front on the left, with his arms folded: some body language going on there, no doubt!
Let's hope the Berkshire Family History Society agree to publish the article. By coincidence the Society's secretary emailed Lois today to say that she was two months late with paying her annual membership subscription, and the Society was threatening to expel her from the group.
What a madness it all is !!!!!
15:30 We have cups of tea and a slice of the coffee cake we bought at Applegarth's Farm this morning.
bathing, or chilling out, at Bembridge Beach...
...followed by lunch at Shanklin - pictured here
is our 15-year-old granddaughter Josie
Margot fled to Britain in 1939, aged 28, and she was just in time before all travel abroad was banned. Others of her family, like 300,000 other German Jews in the 1930's, sought refuge in the Netherlands, thinking they'd be safe there, but they weren't, of course, and all died at Auschwitz during the war.
Grandma Margot's family. Only Margot and Wolfgang ("Uncle Wolf"),
who both escaped to Britain, survived the Holocaust
It's fascinating tonight to see happy pictures of the large Jewish family Margot was born into, pictures from the good times. Her father was a doctor, so they were comfortably off, no doubt about that.
1913: the engagement party of one of Grandma Margot's cousins,
Grete and Max Salinger
Matt's maternal grandmother, "Grandma Margot", aged 5,
photographed here in 1916
It's also quite a coincidence that another of Grandma Margot's cousins, Werner, was living with Anne Frank's family in Amsterdam at the time that the Frank family decided to leave and to go into hiding.
the registration card entry for Grandma Margot's cousin Werner,
showing that he was living as a lodger at the apartment of Otto Frank, Anne Frank's father.
Anne Frank, caught on a few seconds of film,
looking out of the family's apartment in Amsterdam
the apartment in Amsterdam where the Frank family lived,
before they went into hiding
Fascinating stuff!!! And it's nice tonight also to see the more serious and sensitive side of Matt Lucas himself, and to discover he's a genuinely nice guy, with a lot of warmth. Who would have guessed it, from his roles in Little Britain, eh?
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