<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:05:49.120-08:00</updated><category term='socialism'/><category term='second world war'/><category term='children&apos;s fiction'/><category term='Burma Star Association'/><category term='children&apos;s literature'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='elinor mordaunt'/><category term='secrets'/><category term='RAF'/><category term='railway books'/><category term='rupert'/><category term='aims'/><category term='women&apos;s land army'/><category term='Heming'/><category term='BBC Children&apos;s Hour.'/><category term='Owen Dudley Edwards'/><category term='HE Bates'/><category term='SOE'/><category term='busoni'/><category term='girl guides'/><category term='resistance'/><category term='landgirls'/><category term='Eileen Marsh'/><category term='locomotives'/><category term='illustrators'/><category term='blackstock'/><category term='war'/><category term='literature'/><category term='disability'/><category term='Malcolm Saville'/><category term='WW2'/><category term='DE Marsh'/><category term='blitz'/><category term='Michael Cronin'/><category term='william morris'/><category term='scouting'/><category term='arts and crafts'/><category term='worcester'/><category term='spies'/><category term='1930s'/><category term='Vera Atkins'/><category term='brutalism'/><category term='Dorothy Carter'/><category term='aviation'/><category term='Dempster'/><title type='text'>1930 to 1960</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog will explore interesting aspects of the history and literature of these three decades.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-5062216003334795888</id><published>2011-01-04T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T00:47:36.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compton MacKenzie, Rockets Galore</title><content type='html'>Planning a trip to the Outer Hebrides, I came across &lt;i&gt;Rockets Galore&lt;/i&gt;, the sequel to &lt;i&gt;Whisky Galore&lt;/i&gt;, the story of what happened to a cargo of whisky wrecked on the Toddays near the Uists that was riotously filmed. &lt;i&gt;Rockets Galore&lt;/i&gt; is a farce, true, but also a political satire. I will be brief with the story so I can comment on the satire. The government of the day (1957) wishes to set up a a rocket base and training camp in the Hebredean islands of Todday (Erisay). Such a base was set up in the Uists. To do this they must terminate the tenancies of crofters and resettle them elsewhere. Some locals can see a profit in it, others (such as those about to lose their homes) are opposed. There are public meetings, visits by bureaucrats and politicians. It is actually a fait accompli, and consultation is for no purpose. Nevertheless, government plans are thwarted. The locals realise that they become number one targets for Russian missiles; and also that their way of life would be destroyed. Readers are reminded of other imperial disasters - Nasser in Egypt, Archbishop Makarios in Cyprus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a history in Scotland of clearance from crofts, often by burning families out. The politicians are unaware of people as people - they are just pawns to be moved around. Politicians are depicted as basically stupid and self-serving, hearing only what they want to hear. This is largely still true, as politicians are obsessed with their political futures. The hero of the book, Hugh changes sides and realises that politics is not an ethical way to earn a living. Sectarian religion (Catholics and Protestants) comes together, symbolised by the marriage of Hugh to a Catholic Irish folksinger. The Catholic priest sets an ethical position: rockets, praised as deterrents by governments, are designed to kill en masse. As all sides build deterrents, the chance of world disaster is increased. It is much better to talk.I remember the period well through boyhood memories in Lincolnshire. A nearby WW2 aerodrome became the base for Bloodhound surface to air missiles produced by the Bristol Aircraft Company with Ferranti's help. About 2 dozen stood pointing east, the central missile warhead clustered around with rocket burners. MacKenzie describes them as obsolete, so that the government wanted to sell them to NATO.&amp;nbsp; By the end, it is clear that political decisions can and ought to be challenged. Civil disobedience works. (Machinery is sabotaged, food and accommodation are refused). But finally, it is not the justice of the case which wins, it is the human obsession for rarity, as hordes descend to find rare birds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-5062216003334795888?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/5062216003334795888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2011/01/compton-mackenzie-rockets-galore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/5062216003334795888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/5062216003334795888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2011/01/compton-mackenzie-rockets-galore.html' title='Compton MacKenzie, Rockets Galore'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-3145482546292733307</id><published>2010-09-21T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T13:10:49.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eileen Nearne SOE</title><content type='html'>The funeral took place today of Eileen Nearne in Torbay&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-devon-11309418"&gt; (http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-devon-11309418&lt;/a&gt;). Eileen was an SOE agent who chose to keep this fact a secret throughout her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sarah Helm's &lt;i&gt;A Life In Secrets: the Story of Vera Atkins and the Lost Agents of SOE&lt;/i&gt; Vera, the home-based controller of agents, toured Europe after the war to trace what happened to lost agents. Some had died in action, others were murdered in extermination camps. Eileen escaped from Ravensbruck, and told of two other English girls who escaped. She was picked up at the end of the war by the Americans so found her story far-fetched and fanciful. Vera knew however that the parachute drop, radio communications and work with the resistance were absolutely true. In camp, she worked in the fields, then as slave labour in a munitions factory, and later on 12 hour days as a road builder. It was then that she and some French friends hid in a forest and were protected by a local priest until the Americans came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would we all do if we knew that world freedom depended on what we personally did or did not do? The men and women of SOE and all other services, some paying with their lives, have bequeathed us the free world that we enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-3145482546292733307?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/3145482546292733307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/09/eileen-nearne-soe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/3145482546292733307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/3145482546292733307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/09/eileen-nearne-soe.html' title='Eileen Nearne SOE'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-5489782375267343082</id><published>2010-08-02T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:05:02.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second world war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aviation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WW2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HE Bates'/><title type='text'>Flying Officer X</title><content type='html'>During the second world war, the concept of war artist included writers and poets. I have written elsewhere in this blog about the war poet John Pudney, whom "Flying Officer X" credits as his mentor "whose friendly watchfulness and greater experience in practical Air Force matters saved both them and myself from various pitfalls" (Author's Note, 1952 Evensford Edition). The anonymous "Flying Officer X" stories were morale boosters for both air force personnel and the public, dedicated to Hilary St. George Saunders the RAF historian. Flying Officer X was in real life HE Bates (1905-1974), the novelist, with an RAF commission. Stationed with Bomber Command, flying Stirlings, he refined, by talking to crews and groundstaff,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; their particular experiences into short stories published weekly in &lt;i&gt;News Chronicle&lt;/i&gt; in 1942, bringing out the real story of battle. The first volume of collected stories was called &lt;i&gt;The Greatest People in the World&lt;/i&gt; after a story of the same name. The pilot is from a poor agricultural family, who paid his way through Grammar School to become a Pilot Officer. [He would actually have been a Sergeant Pilot, not coming from Public School]. He hears that pilots are the greatest people in the world, but after his parents are bombed and killed, comes to realise that it is the common working people who farm the land who best deserve this description. The second volume had the title &lt;i&gt;How Sleep the Brave: &lt;/i&gt;the story of that name follows a Stirling crew after ditching in the North Sea, surviving snow, ice and burns in the attempt to reach England again. The last sentence hints at bravery: "and they will go out again". &lt;i&gt;The Beginning of Things&lt;/i&gt; describes bow amputation (of an arm) can mark the beginning of a new life, not the end. The main character flies again with prosthetic arm full of clever gadgets. A edition of both collections was called &lt;i&gt;Something in the Air&lt;/i&gt; (Cape, Knopf). Over 100,000 copies in all were sold, though HE Bates did not earn royalties for them.&amp;nbsp; In other RAF postings he wrote&amp;nbsp;&lt;span lang="en-gb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-gb"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's Freedom in the Air &lt;/i&gt;for HMSO,&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;The Night  Battle of Britain &lt;/i&gt;(never published) and &lt;i&gt;The Battle of the Flying Bomb&lt;/i&gt; (published only after rediscovery in the Public Records Office in 1994). The Flying Officer X stories were reissued in paperback by Vintage Classics (Random House) in 2002.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-5489782375267343082?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/5489782375267343082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/08/flying-officer-x.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/5489782375267343082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/5489782375267343082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/08/flying-officer-x.html' title='Flying Officer X'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-3576078191072279772</id><published>2010-07-31T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T02:04:12.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>James Hilton 1900-1956.</title><content type='html'>A few thoughts on &lt;i&gt;Nothing So Strange &lt;/i&gt;1948&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; James Hilton is best known for &lt;i&gt;Goodbye Mr Chips&lt;/i&gt;, a story drawn from his school experiences, and &lt;i&gt;Far Horizons&lt;/i&gt; with his great invention Shangri La. He was a Hollywood screen writer as well as a novelist, who smoked himself to an early death. &lt;i&gt;Nothing So Strange &lt;/i&gt;is about the war, set in wartime. Its theme is waste of talent through unreasonable suspicion. A talented physicist for very complex reasons was working for a pro-Nazi boss in Vienna, later in Berlin, just before war was declared. He was therefore ignored both as a scientist and a pilot in the airforce, considered to hot to handle. However his work if recognized in Germany could have produced a nuclear bomb by 1943, and equally could have contributed to the American effort. Instead, he was under psychiatric care, hounded both by psychiatrists and security forces who would have been more fruitfully employed elsewhere. His mentor through this was his student, probably to become his wife/partner. She knows, as we the reader knows, that he had an affair with her mother, but he does not know she knows, but her father does. This all keeps the war reflection steaming hot. He had a guilty secret, that he finally reveals: not murder or adultery, or anything so predictable. But he had falsified his data before leaving Berlin so his discoveries could not be misused. As a scientist,&amp;nbsp; this compromise whilst necessary was a matter of shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-3576078191072279772?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/3576078191072279772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/07/james-hilton-1900-1956.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/3576078191072279772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/3576078191072279772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/07/james-hilton-1900-1956.html' title='James Hilton 1900-1956.'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-5360245578836938603</id><published>2010-07-28T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T01:56:46.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vera Atkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burma Star Association'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOE'/><title type='text'>SOE and Vera Atkins</title><content type='html'>A recent trip to Cornwall brought me to Zennor, home of the &lt;i&gt;Tinners Arms &lt;/i&gt;with Tinners Ale, the church with the mermaid, and a small Cornish life museum. DH Lawrence had been here in 1915-16 with his German wife Frieda, cousin of Baron Manfred von Richthofen the air ace. Not a combatant on health grounds, the locals were suspicious and persuaded them to leave. The story, and the bitterness of the experience, is found in &lt;i&gt;Kangaroo.&lt;/i&gt; In the church is a memorial to the Burma Star Association, with a book to inscribe memories and appreciation. The Association has been very active in linking and championing those soldiers with traumatic memories from their youth. Percy our former neighbour, was one of these, buried eventually with full Burma Star honours. The book tells a similar story of servicemen remembered but now dead. One piece of graffiti condemned war, preferring I guess to live in a fascist dictatorship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stimulus for this post is my fruitless search for the gravestone of Vera Atkins. I remember seeing it some years ago, but could not find it again. Vera was the key administrator at Special Operations Executive (SOE) in Baker Street. Jewish, a refugee from Romania, former family name Rosenberg, she always had to cope with feelings of vulnerability. She ran operations involving both men and women, but it was the SOE women who caught the popular imagination after the war. The film on Odette and book on Madeleine have given this group of women mythic status. Noor Inayat Khan, from a Sufi family, alias Nora Baker, alias Madeleine is a personal favorite, a woman with deformed feet because of foot binding as a child, a pacifist who refused to take weapons on a mission, and who refused to reveal any information under torture.&amp;nbsp; The reality is that they were doing a dangerous job, for reasons of their own, because of ideals they were prepared to die for. Any some of them did, either on the ground or in Ravensbruck concentration camp, or Buchanwald.&amp;nbsp; After the war she hunted down their killers and worked with the Nuremberg war crimes tribunal. She chose to be buried with her brother Guy in Zennor. The story is well told by Sarah Helm, &lt;i&gt;A Life in Secrets.&lt;/i&gt; The official historian of SOW is MRD Foot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-5360245578836938603?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/5360245578836938603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/07/soe-and-vera-atkins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/5360245578836938603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/5360245578836938603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/07/soe-and-vera-atkins.html' title='SOE and Vera Atkins'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-4988676223492975501</id><published>2010-07-23T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T02:16:11.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second world war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dempster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aviation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eileen Marsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DE Marsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorothy Carter'/><title type='text'>Heming and Marsh again</title><content type='html'>Chance finds, bought together today in Cirencester were Jack Heming's &lt;i&gt;Blue Wings&lt;/i&gt; (1938) and DE Marsh's &lt;i&gt;The Airmen of the Island&lt;/i&gt; (1945). Since the dealer had bought them as a pair, his source must have known the connection, that they were husband and wife. Dorothy Eileen Marsh was the birthname of Mrs (Jack) Heming who used many pen-names. It started as a means of surviving the depression, a visit to London, and perhaps to WE Johns, told them that the future was in aeroplane stories for children. Jack tended to be more action-oriented and Eileen more relationship focused - although Eileen was fully capably or writing blood and thunder action stories, particularly using the Guy Dempster alias, war stories for boys. See my other blogs on this family via the labels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TErr5OTBYLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/eqTFlCNrNAE/s1600/MarshAirmenIsland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TErr5OTBYLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/eqTFlCNrNAE/s200/MarshAirmenIsland.jpg" width="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Airmen of the Island&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;focuses on an Orkney teenager Rob Ker (age 17) who is master of a tiny island, Megg, who by saving a ditched Australian pilot early in the war found his way into flying with Coastal Command. The story featured Sunderland Flying Boats, introduced 1938. Germans take over Megg to fortify it and threaten Scapa Flow. Rob escapes to warn the RAF and a counter attack takes the island back, which then is fortified as an RAF base. But, the Germans take it over again... The first Nazis were callous and brutal; the second group were more polite (with "false politeness") - "you fought a good fight". The dead are accepted and not mourned. "Bill and Cleaver are gone" - "That's too bad"... "Let me gather our dead". The other planes at the base are Defiants, which are depicted as newer and deadlier than Spitfires. In fact they were not so. Built by Boulton and Paul, they had gun turrets rather than forward guns, so 109s soon realised that they could attack head-on with relative impunity. In the story, 3 Defiants were enough to knock out a flight of bombers and their attendant fighters. In real life, Defiants were put onto night-patrol duty, at which the excelled. The story also introduces an aircraft carrier and Navy forces, with Swordfish and Skua planes - the Fleet Air Arm, not so named in the book. This is a favorite topic in her Guy Dempster thrillers. One other detail, an occasional character is named Carter, probably Eileen's best known pen-name (Dorothy Carter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TErr9EKVG7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/RewBVHdT92Y/s1600/bluewings+cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TErr9EKVG7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/RewBVHdT92Y/s200/bluewings+cover.jpg" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TErsFBbEE8I/AAAAAAAAAZw/e9NOw_V4msg/s1600/BlueWings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TErsFBbEE8I/AAAAAAAAAZw/e9NOw_V4msg/s200/BlueWings.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack wrote less, and paused as he joined the forces in 1939. His &lt;i&gt;Blue Wings&lt;/i&gt; is uncomfortable reading, as four WW1 flying aces and one youth, Ray, fly to Spain to support the "nationalists" (Franco's fascist insurgents) against the elected socialist&amp;nbsp; ("communist") government who are depicted as Russian inspired, with a People's Committee to punish failure or opposition. Jack&amp;nbsp; was anti-communist rather than pro-fascist - their side are termed 'nationalist' and the government are seen as Russian invaders. At the end of unlikely and intrepid adventures in that blood-thirsty civil war, they returned home alive and joined the RAF.&amp;nbsp; De Havilland Dragons (biplane, built 1932) and Mew Gulls (1936) are the planes mentioned. The Percival Mew Gull was a single engined racing plane and only 6 were built, top speed over 250 mph - hot news in air racing when the story was being written. The back blue plane on the cover is a rough approximation, and the illustration on page 85. Why was one of these highly expensive machines owned by a youngster and based in a temporary county council airfield?&amp;nbsp; And then for a second to arrive there...&amp;nbsp; The illustration on page 197 is perhaps a biplane Dragon. The twin engined blue monoplane on the dustjacket is a Monospar (ST10 perhaps, picture below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TEvwdM9CufI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/4VYaJDUWnl8/s1600/Monospar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TEvwdM9CufI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/4VYaJDUWnl8/s200/Monospar.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The red biplanes (make unidentified) belong to the Spanish socialist government and carry the Spanish roundel. In the story most are flown by Russians. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jack's story does not in fact glorify war but gets young readers ready for a war that by 1937 was inevitable. WE Johns announced this constantly in &lt;i&gt;Popular Flying&lt;/i&gt;, emphasising the need for the government to prepare. Ray entered the civil war for adventure, without any political ideals. He soon sees war as 'conscienceless'. Dogfights may be a game - a Russian ace comes down to give him some more petrol so they can carry on - but it is a deadly game, the objective to down planes and probably kill the pilot. The leaders of both sides drool with anger and solve problems by killing. War's horrors are hinted at, and war itself condemned subliminally but constantly. A boy needs skill and a level head to navitage through with higher ideals. They all end up joining the RAF preparing for the world war to counter aggression that is invariably coming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen unfortunately died early, in 1948, having brought up four children as well as writing 120 books. Jack later wrote after Eileen's death under her pen-names for a few volumes between 1948 and 1960.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-4988676223492975501?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/4988676223492975501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/07/heming-and-marsh-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/4988676223492975501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/4988676223492975501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/07/heming-and-marsh-again.html' title='Heming and Marsh again'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TErr5OTBYLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/eqTFlCNrNAE/s72-c/MarshAirmenIsland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-327534728879454348</id><published>2010-07-15T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T13:49:03.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Charles Gilson 1878-1943</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;On Secret Service&lt;/i&gt;, 1935. Humphrey Milford/Oxford University Press. A first world war spy story in which a cell of German spies set up a beacon to guide Zeppelins to bomb Whitehall. Felix Von Arnheim, German masterspy, alias Hubert Hamilton uses his Old Etonian background and contacts to lead the group. Daniel Wansborough, British counter-espionage officer, is tasked to discover and neutralise the plot. Young George Thurlow is kidnapped after apprehending a spy dropped from a Zeppelin, and works out the plot from the inside.This is pre-parachute so the spy has to be lowered in an  observation car on a mile-long wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilson had been writing stories for boys since before the first world war, cutting his authorial teeth in Boys Own Paper (BOP). His writing is jingoistic, blaming the Germans for the war and heroising the allies (this book shows cooperation with the French). A pawnbroker, Israel Levinski is "a Russian Pole. A Jew" (strange labelling!) and his 'hooked nose' makes the stereotype clear (198-9). He is dirty, in a dingy house, but the detail is positive and sensitive. He is not a money-grabber but a poor man trying to survive, a refugee. In contrast, Lord Freyling is a wastrel, a gambler, who betrays his country to pay off his gambling debts. The story follows George first, then cuts to Daniel's investigation, joining up when Daniel taps on the window of the room in which George is imprisoned (137, 204).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilson's Germans were Nazis, not 1914 period pieces. The espionage threat was real and modern, and Gilson set the trend for spy hunts which dominated children's fiction until after 1945. He was nearing the end of his writing life and was increasingly affected by the illness which ended his life. But his writing was truely multicultural, and warned vividly of the dangers of totalitarianism, whether Nazi or Japanese. His &lt;i&gt;Out of the Nazi Clutch&lt;/i&gt; (1940) was a remarkable book to be penned at the outbreak of war. A schoolboy Walter, studying in Germany rescued a Christian boy, Otto Spohr, a quarter Jewish, being stoned by a mob. Gilson is, as usual part teacher-preacher, blaming the Nazis for their policy of hatred, and condemning thier followers for blind obedience. Walter's hosts actually condemn themselves - " is a terrible disgrace on Germany... but what can we do?": their son is in Hitler Youth. Walter saves the Spohrs from Buchanwald concentration camp, that "place of torture" for people whose only crime was being Jewish. No trial -"beaten, scourged and kicked, many of them not to be seen again alive" (92-3). All this in 1939-40, when even the British government were denying it. My thanks to Owen Dudley Edwards for a lively discussion of Gilson in &lt;i&gt;British Children's Fiction in the Second World War&lt;/i&gt;, especially pages 561-7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-327534728879454348?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/327534728879454348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/07/major-charles-gilson-1878-1943.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/327534728879454348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/327534728879454348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/07/major-charles-gilson-1878-1943.html' title='Major Charles Gilson 1878-1943'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-221764586765609197</id><published>2010-03-31T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T07:00:17.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='railway books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='locomotives'/><title type='text'>Royal Scot 6144</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/S7NIKR3Bt-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/aGudiv-3ux0/s1600/Dean+Royal+Scot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/S7NIKR3Bt-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/aGudiv-3ux0/s320/Dean+Royal+Scot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454782915105896418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover of this Dean's Jolly Youngster Book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The First Class Train Book&lt;/span&gt; dates from 1931. The boiler shape of this Royal Scot makes it look more like a Patriot than the rebuilt Royal Scots we remember, but in fact the Patriot Class came later, from 1930. These engines were destined for the Euston-Glasgow expresses. The first 50 locomotives were built by the North British Locomotive Company, Glasgow in 1927 to plans devised down south, from 6100 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Royal Scot&lt;/span&gt; to 6149, originally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady of the Lake&lt;/span&gt;. Others were added in 1930, built elsewhere (especially Derby). The nameplate of 6144 cannot easily be read but was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ostrich. &lt;/span&gt;The first 24 of the class were named mainly after army regiments and by 1935-6, more regiment names were added, replacing the original names. By 1948, 6144 (which became 46144) carried the name &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Honourable Artillery Company&lt;/span&gt; but there is a mystery: the 1944 Ian Allen loco-spotters  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;British Locomotives ABC &lt;/span&gt; records it as having no name, the only unnamed locomotive of the class. Is this a typographical error, or has something strange happened? The engine was based at Liverpool Edge Hill (8A), rebuilt in 1945 with superheated tapered boiler, and scrapped in January 1964.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-221764586765609197?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/221764586765609197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/03/royal-scot-6144.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/221764586765609197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/221764586765609197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/03/royal-scot-6144.html' title='Royal Scot 6144'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/S7NIKR3Bt-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/aGudiv-3ux0/s72-c/Dean+Royal+Scot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-8131183474693114905</id><published>2010-02-22T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T03:58:03.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Severn - obituary</title><content type='html'>David Unwin died in 11th February 2010 after a brief illness, aged 91, and was cremated in Golders Green Crematorium. The son of the publisher Stanley Unwin, he was born  on 3.12.1918. It was as the writer for children, David Severn, that he earned early fame, his first book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rick Afire&lt;/span&gt; coming out in 1942,  the first of his 'Crusoe Books' featuring children's friendship with a young accountant called Robinson (hence 'Crusoe') who was escaping the office for a holiday in the open air. The writer and critic Geoffrey Trease once wrote (1964:141) that David Severn was an outstanding pioneer of the holiday themes after Arthur Ransome. These early books were outstanding, examples of outdoor adventure by resourceful and independent children with positive descriptions of a Romany group. His next series with the Warner family shows a similar free spirit, with more of an interest in gymkhanas and the country set. A journey through Africa produced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Foreign Correspondent through Africa&lt;/span&gt; in 1951, 20 illustrated news-sheets which were  part of a wider series. He began to experiment with a number of different ideas. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dream Gold &lt;/span&gt;(1949) is a psychological thriller. Two boys begin to dream of events 300 years ago, connected to a wrecked ship in Cornwall. They begin to dream together in a way that transports them to a desert island where sailors are coming to blows. Each takes on the personality of their ancestor and fights out the dispute again. This risks the lives of both, and only one survives. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drumbeats! &lt;/span&gt;pupils find a magic drum which they discover had been stolen by an ill-fated expedition to Africa in 1935. When Oliver beats it, the children are transported back to 1935 Africa and witness the lost expedition. The timeslip presents deadly dangers for the present, causing a fire in school.  In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Future Took Us&lt;/span&gt; (1957) a time slip into 3000AD,  a religious dictatorship (actually the headmaster's alter ego) whose holy book was a maths primer and who thought up mathematical executions ruled the land. He and his henchmen were overcome. Then came a story of a boy brought up by foxes and behaved like a fox. His young girl saviour did not seem to mind his nakedness.  This sense of psycho-magic never left him, and two of his last books concerned a ghost girl, and a magic toy castle that became real.&lt;br /&gt;David Unwin's early books were a much loved part of children's series fiction. His more challenging works featured in the school curriculum for a while. As tastes and publishers ambitions changed in the 1970s, he found less opportunities to be published and his last work was his autobiography, in 1982, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fifty Years With Father. &lt;/span&gt; Earlier, in the 1950s, he had tried his hand at adult fiction. These focused on wives who ruled the roust, influencing politics (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Governor's Wife&lt;/span&gt;) as well as domestic life (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A View of the Heath&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Severn was involved in the early days of writing about ghosts, magic and the supernatural in a naturalistic way. Magic is presented as part of life. We can all slip into other times and other worlds, and many writers have done this since. But David Severn concentrated on the psychology of this. Dream walking out of the body experiences, reliving deep obsessions which continue to damage the lives of descendants. Treachery sticking to objects (the drum) and needing to be resolved and avenged. The totalitarian power of teachers and headteachers. The savagery shown to animals (foxes) highlighted only by making the fox cub a human. These titles from his middle period were thought provoking indeed. His last two children's books highlighted magic or the supernatural. A boy's obsession with a dead girl is described as giving strength to her ghost, to the extent that others saw her as a real girl. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Girl in the Grove&lt;/span&gt; is deeply psychological, with a brilliant twist at the end  - the earlier family history in the effective management of slaves (a euphemism for working the slaves to death). The Grove, which typified the moneyed class, had blood on their family hands so could not rest in peace. His last book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wishing Bone&lt;/span&gt;, is great fun - what to do with three wishes. The wishes go wrong because of careless speech, but in the end making the wish is seem as itself the first step towards fulfilment. To wish to be friends with enemies is the first step towards repairing bridges. Story-book wishes have horrendous consequences, as the children get embroiled in siege and battle. But real-life wishes are a healing mechanism important in creating a harmonious world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Unwin leaves me with happy memories both of reading his work as an academic and corresponding with him. It is time for some of his titles to be resurrected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See further: &lt;a href="http://eprints.worc.ac.uk/236"&gt;http://eprints.worc.ac.uk/236&lt;/a&gt; for a detailed description of his books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-8131183474693114905?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/8131183474693114905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/02/david-severn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/8131183474693114905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/8131183474693114905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/02/david-severn.html' title='David Severn - obituary'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-7968565786745587845</id><published>2010-02-21T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T02:45:57.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golding, Lord of the Flies.</title><content type='html'>Readers of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord of the Flies&lt;/span&gt; or viewers of the film, will remember the twins. They were real kids in Golding's class in Bishop Wordsworth School in Salisbury in the late 1940 to early 1950s. One twin is my neighbour; the other's funeral took place on Friday. Rest in peace and love to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See also &lt;a href="http://learnlivethrive.blogspot.com/2009/11/tony-brown-and-william-golding.html"&gt;http://learnlivethrive.blogspot.com/2009/11/tony-brown-and-william-golding.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-7968565786745587845?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/7968565786745587845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/02/golding-lord-of-flies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/7968565786745587845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/7968565786745587845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/02/golding-lord-of-flies.html' title='Golding, Lord of the Flies.'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-7542717462814846655</id><published>2010-02-12T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:39:16.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escaping Wartorn Europe</title><content type='html'>This post describes three books written between 1940 and 1945 which describes children fleeing through France in the early years of the war. They are: Olive C &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dougan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Schoolgirls in Peril &lt;/span&gt;(1944); Agnes M. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Miall&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Schoolgirl Fugitives&lt;/span&gt; (1942); and Nevil Chute, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pied Piper &lt;/span&gt;(1942).&lt;br /&gt;Olive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dougan&lt;/span&gt; also wrote &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Schoolgirl Refugees &lt;/span&gt;in 1940. Very scarce. I am still looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dougan&lt;/span&gt; tells the story of a school in a Flemish speaking area just before 1939. The Nazis were pressing into Holland and Belgium. The school moves to Brussels and is soon closed down, and the Head arrested. The main character Sally overhears a traitor's plot to allow the Nazi army to invade.  Sally is thereafter a marked girl and sent to her fascist uncles in Brittany with her young sister Betty. Their father is a journalist collecting sensitive evidence, a target for the Nazis. There they are abused and miserable. Escape routes exist in the area and all goes well until an airman is helped to escape and his clothes and parachute are found. The sisters have to flee on foot or with local help to Vichy France and  towards the Spanish border. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bete&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;noir&lt;/span&gt; is Tilda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Weil&lt;/span&gt;, a German girl with serious Nazi relatives. She boasts of victory, and spies against her school and against a Jewish fellow pupil with links to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;resistance&lt;/span&gt;. Tilde is emotionally fond of little Betty, and after her new husband is killed by the SS for protesting, she crosses over to help the girls to escape to Spain. The Headmistress is already there. They make it back to England for a grand reunion, after the Americans hand entered the war but before D day. Oh, and the girls are reunited also with their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The detail of anti-Nazi feeling is outstanding - the little things ordinary people will do to undermine the enemy. The Nazis are painted as a powerful elite who rule by fear and repression. Ordinary Germans are decent, especially when they understand the reality of what is going on. This is propaganda; most ordinary Germans did not cross the road to defend victims since their own lives were endangered by doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then endgame is disappointing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Prolonged&lt;/span&gt; struggle happens until the last few chapters, then, all of a rush they make it to Spain, find a boat, and arrive in England. This part is very much a 'happy ever after' epilogue.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately my copy was bound without pages 97-112. I will be grateful if anyone can send me photocopies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes M &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Miall&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Schoolgirl Fugitives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, aged 14, and elder cousin Reba, 19, in school in southern France, is faced, as the German army &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;takes&lt;/span&gt; over Belgium, to set out on a 360 mile walk to Bordeaux. "Happy go lucky" parents were away working in Canada, not believing that a war was in the offing. French relatives lived in the thick of the fighting, so Bordeaux gave them a chance to find a boat to England. They would have to go alone, unescorted, and travel light, leaving most of their possessions behind. The first leg was in an ambulance: the roads are crowded with refugees, so main roads had to be avoided and slow progress made on back roads. The refugees included children in tatters, with blisters, looking after babies. It was a vast line of mainly women and children. For Kay it was fun, different. They decide to keep off the main roads because German planes were machine gunning the refugees. They are fed at a farm, who lets them have the address of relatives further on. There is a strong theme of French kindness to the English, probably, the book thinks, because they were ashamed of letting their allies down. Unable to board a train (really cattle wagons) they took possession of two bicycles that had to be abandoned by people getting on the train. The train was machine-gunned so they had a narrow escape. Nazi planes machine gunning the trains and main roads become a significant theme, making the girls keep to the side roads. They were encouraged to avoid Bordeaux by what seemed to them later as a fifth columnist, spreading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;despair&lt;/span&gt; around. They almost ran into a German outpost, managing to pick up a German map which helped them. They find little Francoise, separated from her mother; and Kay gets lost. However, within a particularly surly group, Rebe was accused of being a German spy and locked up. Meanwhile Kay had stumbled over a man dressed as a German soldier, which after a nail-biting time turned out to be Eric, an escaping English soldier. They travel together, find Reba again, now imprisoned, and let her out and they all escape from that hateful town. Bordeaux is now closed, so there destination is a port near the Spanish border. Francoise's mother has left a letter indicating where to find her. The French government has meanwhile capitulated to the Germans, so there is no time to lose. On the coast, out swimming, they rescue a woman drowning after an attach of cramp, who Francoise soon identifies, of course, as her mother. Her mother's friends have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;yacht&lt;/span&gt; and they manage to leave safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevil Shute, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pied Piper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shute, an aircraft engineer and founder/owner of Airspeed, wrote a novel a year throughout the 1930a to 1950s, and his war efforts reflect the anxieties of those days. Pied Piper tells the story of an elderly unpreposessing and unheroic man, Mr Howard, who decides to return to England from the French alps, but finds the trains disrupted and roads clogged. A simple journey takes on nightmare proportions. Moreover, he is persuaded to take two young children with him, Ronnie and Sheila, to relatives in England. This is a book for adults about children, not a story for children. The children are incumbrances, dependants, not young heroes as they would be in stories for children. At Dijon, 10 year old is added, Rose, trying to reach her father in London. Howard comes across as a man doing what he has to in times of trouble, a hero indeed but not heroic, often anxious, obsessed with the safety of his fishing tackle. On the road, Pierre joins them, a 7 year old being stoned by villagers as a German spy. (The French are described as an unpleasant rabble, for the most part). Then comes Willem a little Dutch boy, whose parents are blown to pieces when a Nazi Stuka bombs refugees on the road, the rear gunner laughing as he machine-gunned the hoards of women and children. Nicole joins the group in Chatres, the fiance of his dead son John, then a kitten. They eventually make it to the coast. A 10 year old Polish Jewish boy joins them, Marjan, to keep him from becoming a slave. There is a sticky moment near Brest when Mr Howard is arrested as a spy after a British success, and taken out to be shot (but we readers know from page 1 that he survived). The theme of the book is that the British take care of children even if they are not related, to the utter astonishment of the French and Germans. He is a Pied Piper in reverse, taking a group of children to safety - oh, and he makes them whistles from hazel twigs to represent the piper's pipes. Finally there is Anna, but for the twist at the end of the story that brought Anna into the group you will have to read the book for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The representations of Germans are mixed - the typical soldier is tired and grey faced. No one laughed light-heartedly.  The rear gunner shooting civilians is cock-a-hoop, laughing and excited. The Gestapo officer is brutal, harsh, cynical, not believing that a man would risk his own life for strangers, or that his daughter in America would willingly look after the waifs and strays. His son the tank commander, now dead, was annoyed that the road was clogged with refugees and happily shot at them to clear the road. There is no humanity, no fellow feeling or empathy. They were convinced of their own invincibility, sure they would be in London in six weeks. The representations of the British were that they are strong-minded and eccentric, moral to the point of self-sacrifice, ensuring that others are not implicated even if it was to their disadvantage. The French are self-seeking and short sighted for the most part, willing to stone a small boy as a spy, and to give away a Jewish labourer to the authorities. Helpful acts such as sailing them home had to be paid for, and to serve other selfish interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postscript: in 1940, households in Britain received a government circular on a flimsy piece of thin A5 paper, What to do if the invasion happens. They are told to stay at home and wait for guidance, do not clog the roads so the army cannot get around to fight the enemy. The French example is given: if you become refugees on the road, you will be shot at by Nazi aircraft and tanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-7542717462814846655?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/7542717462814846655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/02/escaping-wartorn-europe.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/7542717462814846655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/7542717462814846655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/02/escaping-wartorn-europe.html' title='Escaping Wartorn Europe'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-844782852202805275</id><published>2010-02-04T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T03:36:25.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malcolm Saville, 1901-1982. Children's Writer.</title><content type='html'>A collection of the following papers by Stephen Bigger can be found on &lt;a href="http://eprints.worc.ac.uk/800"&gt;http://eprints.worc.ac.uk/800&lt;/a&gt;. Some letter can be found on &lt;a href="http://eprints.worc.ac.uk/799"&gt;http://eprints.worc.ac.uk/799&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are revisions of orginals published by the Malcolm Saville Society. Copyright: Stephen Bigger, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1. The Emerging Author&lt;br /&gt;1. D J Desmond: the Anonymous Author. 2005&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm Saville wrote occasionally under this name, and these works are discussed.&lt;br /&gt;2. Malcolm Saville at My Garden Magazine. 2005&lt;br /&gt;3. Apprenticeship: Malcolm Saville and David Severn 2003 The literary relationship between two beginning writers.&lt;br /&gt;4. The Influence of J M Barrie on Malcolm Saville 2004 Malcolm Saville was fond of Dear Brutus by J M Barrie and this influenced his characterisation. 2004.&lt;br /&gt;5. Did Malcolm Saville know W.E. Johns, author of Biggles? 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2. Values&lt;br /&gt;6. Families in Difficulties&lt;br /&gt;7. Romany Secrets: The depiction of Romanies in the writings of Malcolm Saville. 2002&lt;br /&gt;8. Children Coping - Welcome the Jillies. 1998&lt;br /&gt;9. Yellow Peril? The Depiction of the Chinese in the Fiction of Malcolm Saville 2002&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm Saville's depiction of Chinese residents of Docklands.&lt;br /&gt;10. Good People Working Together: The Lesson of Sea Witch Comes Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3. Locations&lt;br /&gt;11. Why Choose Blakeney? Birds, Artists and Holidays in Digs. 2002 Post-war holidays and Malcolm Saville’s Jillies series.&lt;br /&gt;12. Coping in dangerous waters: defining gender roles in the Ely Floods 2003 Relationships in The Luck of Sallowby (1952), Malcolm Saville’s fifth Jillies book, set in Ely floods.&lt;br /&gt;13. Romanticised Landscape: Malcolm Saville’s Cornwall Real and fictional topography in Malcolm Saville’s Flying Fish Adventure 2003&lt;br /&gt;14. Sea Watch at Southwold. 2004&lt;br /&gt;Comparison of historical detail of the 1953 North Sea ‘great storm’ with Malcolm Saville’s Sea Witch Comes Home. Easter 2004.&lt;br /&gt;15. Dartmoor, Flying Saucers and Military Secrecy 2005.&lt;br /&gt;Links between flying saucers in two Saville stories, and other science fiction literature.&lt;br /&gt;16. Muker, North Yorkshire: The Mysteries of Muker: Or Which Steps, Which Barn and Which Crackpot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4. Life in the 1940s&lt;br /&gt;17. Spirit of the Place: Writing about England.&lt;br /&gt;18. Small Creatures, and the Truth in a Tale Series. Nature writing.&lt;br /&gt;19. Railways of Adventure. The place of railways in Malcolm Saville’s fiction. 2004 and 2007.&lt;br /&gt;20. Harvest Holiday: A Happy Return to Townsend Farm. 2008&lt;br /&gt;21. A Death in Normandy. The background to Mary and Michael’s father. 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-844782852202805275?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/844782852202805275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/02/malcolm-saville-1901-1982-childrens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/844782852202805275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/844782852202805275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/02/malcolm-saville-1901-1982-childrens.html' title='Malcolm Saville, 1901-1982. Children&apos;s Writer.'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-7052338521385728371</id><published>2010-01-07T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:48:26.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eileen Marsh, A Walled Garden, 1943.</title><content type='html'>I have given background information on Eileen Marsh earlier in this blog. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Walled Garden&lt;/span&gt; is one of her novels for adults, but is about children. She rated her adult fiction highly as artistic work. Her children's stories were quickly written with simple plots and characterisation. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Walled Garden&lt;/span&gt; in many ways resembles the later &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodnight Mr Tom&lt;/span&gt;. After an account of village life through the 1920s and 1930s, evacuees arrive in a Kent village, including one poor ragged boy terrified of his mother, who had run off by attaching himself to a school party. He is taken in by the book's central character, Catty, an unmarried woman whose first love had gone to America, while she looked after her grumpy father. She is presented as helpful to every one, taken for granted, and generally thought to be an unfulfilled soul people were sorry for. The two bonded closely, and the boy's health and confidence improved. He was a street urchin with colourful language, but he was her project, protected fiercely. He gradually improved his diction by copying posh members of the village (and that could cause trouble), and he won a scholarship to secondary school. Catty managed to bring him back for holidays when he was billeted away in Ashford. Another family, the Evans,  was billeted with Catty, three children who are background characters. One theme of the book is how badly the London parents dressed and fed their offspring, and how much better they were in their billets. The Evans' parents took their family back to London, where they were promptly killed by a bomb. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Catty's&lt;/span&gt; beau and his son (he was a widower) returns with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GIs&lt;/span&gt;, 20 years after he had once proposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was written shortly after the evacuations had taken place. It hoped that the experience of separation from birth families had had positive benefits to the children. This is part of countryfolk's horror of working class urban life and priorities. It was somewhat blind to the social inequities that caused urban poverty, and the more limited possibilities of self sufficiency through gardens and smallholdings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-7052338521385728371?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/7052338521385728371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/01/eileen-marsh-walled-garden-1943.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/7052338521385728371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/7052338521385728371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2010/01/eileen-marsh-walled-garden-1943.html' title='Eileen Marsh, A Walled Garden, 1943.'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-1652864005173419326</id><published>2009-11-30T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T04:19:34.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackstock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustrators'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second world war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aviation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busoni'/><title type='text'>Malta and Greece: Josephine Blackstock</title><content type='html'>Josephine Blackstock (died 1956) was from Oak Park, Chicago, Illinois, where she made her name before and after the second world war in education, being director of parks and playgrounds 1921-1951. She therefore was interested in how children learn from experience.&amp;nbsp; American first editions are by Puttnams, &lt;i&gt;Wings for Nikias &lt;/i&gt;with a foreword by Cimon Diamantopoulos, Minister of Greece and reissued after the war as a school text by EM Hale &amp;amp; Company of Eau Claire, Wisconsin. Both were issued in Britain by Hutchinsons, with Busoni's graphic illustrations in &lt;i&gt;Island on the Beam&lt;/i&gt; replaced with tamer and more Anglicised pictures by R. Mills. Illustrations below are by Busoni. Blackstock wrote other educational texts after the war, mainly about famous lives. An extract from &lt;i&gt;Nikias &lt;/i&gt;can be found in &lt;i&gt;Youth replies, I can: stories of resistance&lt;/i&gt;, edited by May Lamberton Becker, Foreword by Elizabeth Morrow, illustrations by Warren Chappell (&lt;a href="http://blacklight.betech.virginia.edu/catalog/u1302828"&gt;http://blacklight.betech.virginia.edu/catalog/u1302828&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wings for Nikias: A Story of the Greece of Today, 1942&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her first war book (written 1940,&amp;nbsp; drawings by Rafaello Busoni with vivid lines, dedicated to Percy Boynton, = Percy Holmes Boynton, Prof. of English at Chicago University , died 1956). The story tells of a very small Greek boy who worked for the resistance against the Nazi invader and was rewarded by an aeroplane trip, which furthered his dreams of becoming a pilot. The dedication suggests that she told the story before deciding to publish, so that Nikias might be based on a real person. The UK version was by Hutchinson, retaining Busoni’s illustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikias is 10. He is friends with a shepherd who tells him stories of ancient Greek tales, interesting as a device because the shepherd, Demetrios is able yet poor, living in a home-made tent, though with plans for marriage and something more permanent. The tale of Perseus results in Nikias dressing up with winged shoes in a carnival, Demetrios making him a toy plane, and then seeing a real plane go over, a rare sight there. In the background, war threatens.&lt;br /&gt;The war erupts. An invading army takes over, and Demetrios joins the resistance army. Even the youngsters have to be alert. Nikias meets the invaders and realises that thie questions might give away Demetrios’s position. So he lies, and rushes to find the resistance forces and warn them. His prompt action results in a stirring victory for the resitance over the invaders. As a reward, he gets his flight in an aeroplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review by The Chicago Tribune, of Wings for Nikias, cover flap of &lt;i&gt;Island on the Beam:&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"This  charming story can hardly fail to accomplish three services for boy and  girl readers: encourage bravery, heighten an already lively interest in  aviation, and restore the shining traditions of ancient Greece. Mrs  Blackstock's intimate knowledge of children - she is the director of  playgrounds in Oak Park, Illinois - does not find its sole vent in  practical psychology. She is a versitile writer, a born storyteller and a  teacher of great skill..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Island on the Beam: A Story of Malta. 1944.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TE69sbLMfFI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Z8e9B82AMkE/s1600/IslandBeamUScover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TE69sbLMfFI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Z8e9B82AMkE/s200/IslandBeamUScover.jpg" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dedicated this time “for Edith”, this story is about Malta, that crucial base which defended Mediterranean shipping and was intensely bombed. It is illustrated again by Rafaello Busoni. My English edition is by Hutchinson, in the Stories for Young People series, and dates to 1948. The illustrations have been replaced with more English but less lively drawings by R. Mills. The originals are graphic, with fighters straffing the streets and one character killed by a bomb.  This was probably felt to be too graphic for English children who had experienced it, as American children had not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TE6-Yomg5PI/AAAAAAAAAaU/LPyOFHYm0BI/s1600/IslandBeamUS7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TE6-Yomg5PI/AAAAAAAAAaU/LPyOFHYm0BI/s200/IslandBeamUS7.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The story opens with a harmonious friendship between  British and Maltese children and their families. The governor was General Dobbie, really Lieutenant-General Sir William George Shedden Dobbie GCMG, KCB, DSO (12 July 1879 – 3 October 1964), who had served in the Boer War and the First World War, and was the uncle of Orde Wingate who organised the Chindits behind Japanese lines in Burma and was killed in 1944. Both can be found in Charlton Cemetery.  Dobbie (Old Dob-Dob in the book) was only 60 in 1939, when he was retired after governing Malaya for six years; but he persuaded Edmund Ironside that he had more to contribute and was sent as Governor-General of Malta till May 1942. He was replaced by the Anglo-Irish Lord Gort (Field Marshal John Standish Surtees Prendergast Vereker, 6th Viscount Gort VC, GCB, CBE, DSO &amp;amp; Two Bars, MVO, MC (10 July 1886 - 31 March 1946), hero (perhaps) of the BEF in France, builder of a new and vital airstrip on Gibraltar, who served in Malta from May 1942 until 26 September 1944. He appears in the book as a zealous reforming figure, suggesting that Dobbie might have needed replacing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TE6-P_jbC7I/AAAAAAAAAaM/6KVlRB5lJ1w/s1600/IslandBeamUS4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TE6-P_jbC7I/AAAAAAAAAaM/6KVlRB5lJ1w/s200/IslandBeamUS4.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The statue of Queen Victoria (‘Old Ma’) punctuates the story, surviving air attacks. Malta is part of a benevolent British Empire. The book caricatures national types. David is English, an intrepid pilot (officer pilot rather than sergeant pilot)  of unbelievable luck, who loves polo. Sandy is Scottish, full of och the noo and porridge. Bob is American, brash and brazen, full of unintelligible slang, and linked throughout the story to convoys that do not get through. They all get on well, and Sandy marries the Maltese Tessa and twins are born. The Maltese children are Pietru (12) and younger Geckos who is obsessed with animals. John is Pietru’s age and friend, and sister Iris is Geckos’ friend. All goes well until a relative, Beppo, of Sicilian (Italian) birth stirred up trouble, caused a breakdown in their friendship for a while, and tried to steal a military secret. John is too full of his Englishness and imperialism (only an American could comment), and further annoyed when Pietru lost him a donkey race (Beppo had pushed him). Nevertheless, Beppo failed and escaped back to Italy. Uncle Umberto, Beppo’s relative, was anti-British at first, especially under Beppo’s influence, but apologised and made good. He is killed in the end saving Iris from a German bomb. Beppo represents the fifth column, the enemy voice from within; Umberto is a reminder that not all aliens are enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TE6-E1UFcnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Ld0DMHMSw5A/s1600/IslandBeamUS1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TE6-E1UFcnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Ld0DMHMSw5A/s200/IslandBeamUS1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The story has a chronology. The first part is 1940, early in the war when only the four Gladiator biplanes defended the island. When three are left, they are nicknamed Faith, Hope and Charity. David flies Faith; and faith is a theme of the book. The detail of this period is sparse, and the Gladiators are not well described. (The picture of page 129 is actually of a Hurricane).&amp;nbsp; They were described more heroically after the war. Later in the book, Tessa had married Sandy, twins were born and Pietru was 14 – we are now in 1942-3 and Lord Gort was Governor. David is flying hurricanes (Mosquitos arrived 1943-4), but again without detail – only the strategy of flying high and swooping down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TE6-UyDN_yI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/obqgYopNwVE/s1600/IslandBeamUS5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TE6-UyDN_yI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/obqgYopNwVE/s200/IslandBeamUS5.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bob is to me a significant character, an American, with Chicago often mentioned. The guns are Chicago Pianos, as they were made in Chicago (lease lend). The children write to him, he meets their families and provides treats, his slang is mimicked. The author, teaching children in the Chicago area, has introduced into her story probably her major source, a friend who regaled her with stories of his wartime travels. Within the war, it allowed her pupils to get a feel of the human cost, and heroism, of war. The leverage to get them published gave first American then British readers a window into war in distant countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TE1pn3pWcVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/CVWg97F-u7w/s1600/Island-on-the-Beam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TE1pn3pWcVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/CVWg97F-u7w/s200/Island-on-the-Beam.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jacket of British edition, 1948.&lt;br /&gt;The book ends problematically. Historically, the biplane Gloster Gladiators, probably six or more, including Faith, Hope and Charity, saved the day against extraordinary odds until the hurricanes were delivered by the convoys. That was a real David and Goliath story. However, in this book, there are Hurricanes and Wellingtons available, yet David chose to fly in an elderly Gladiator, a fighter not a bomber, to bomb the Italian post and airfield that was threatening Malta. That was crazy, when (apparently) a Wellington was already fuelled and bombed up.  He gets shot down in the sea, saved only by his inflatable jacket and Pietru miraculously finds him. Tension is created at the expense of realism. The given top-speed is accurate though, 250 mph or so. The danger finally receded as Rommel was defeated in Africa and the allies won back control of the Mediterranean. Actually, Spitfire Vs, Beaufighters and Blenheims were stationed on the island, some from the Carrier HMS Eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a postscript, HMSO produced a booklet on the Siege of Malta as part of its effort to keep the population informed about the war. I have described this elsewhere since, although anonymous in authorship, it was actually written by the poet John Pudney who was a writer in residence serving in the Mediterranean theatre. This account of the struggle against inhuman political policies is an example for us all to continue the struggle to achieve ethical governance.&lt;br /&gt;See also:&lt;br /&gt;The story of Rafaello Busoni and his wife Hannah, Jewish refugees from Germany to New York in 1939 - &lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/hannahbusoni2"&gt;http://www.archive.org/details/hannahbusoni2 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Machin's personal story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alanmachinwork.net/Hunting-the-Gladiator-and-the-Gecko"&gt;http://alanmachinwork.net/Hunting-the-Gladiator-and-the-Gecko&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TE6-KT7dTKI/AAAAAAAAAaI/G8TtB4ENFq0/s1600/IslandBeamUS3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TE6-KT7dTKI/AAAAAAAAAaI/G8TtB4ENFq0/s320/IslandBeamUS3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks to Alan Machin for this and the conversation about "on the beam" which in air force slang means finding and sticking to the beams which assists navigation and landing. A relative, Wilf Slack, was i/c a number of coastal radar stations which used Gee and Oboe to get planes to target and home again. As night and daytime raids increased, night and fog landings became matters of great concern. All were of course top secret, but the slang "on the beam" began to be used. Germany also had a beam, Knickelbein, which Allied boffins succeeded in (metaphorically) "bending" sending German planes off target. My problem with this explanation for our title is the date of writing, 1943. Nevil Shute's &lt;i&gt;Pastorale&lt;/i&gt; (1944), written by a flying expert who founded the aeroplane manufacturer Airspeed and built planes for the war government, tells of a Wellington bomber pilot finding his way home with a mutilated plane. We get a detailed description of the flight home and the landing, including the radio conversation. No beams are mentioned, anywhere.&amp;nbsp; The beams may just have been in use, but without sufficient time for the slang to have developed and crossed to Chicago to be recognised by street kids. The phrase is clearly fully understandable by the author's Chicago audience, without need for explanation that might help us. In my copy of the American edition, the author writes 'To Della -whose friendship I have always found to be "on the beam"'. Full of sunshine and happiness. The beam was black slang for sunshine (Cassell's &lt;i&gt;Dictionary of Slang&lt;/i&gt;). 'On the (sun)beam'. In the American version, Pietro sees how beautiful the island is, and says 'The island on the beam!". The happy sunshine isle. The illustrator Raphaello Busoni adds a little vignette - seven children in a Maltese boat, waving, with the island behind them bathed in sunshine. So then, if "on the beam!" is already American slang for sunshine and happiness, how fitting for it to be applied by Flying Fortress crews to getting home safely, especially where they are assisted by a navigation beam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TE6-HTlqAWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/_MvjVR_zlUg/s1600/IslandBeamUS2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TE6-HTlqAWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/_MvjVR_zlUg/s200/IslandBeamUS2.jpg" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-1652864005173419326?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/1652864005173419326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/11/malta-and-greece-josephine-blackstock.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/1652864005173419326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/1652864005173419326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/11/malta-and-greece-josephine-blackstock.html' title='Malta and Greece: Josephine Blackstock'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7qT_Dm8hxo/TE69sbLMfFI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Z8e9B82AMkE/s72-c/IslandBeamUScover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-2701814036121844179</id><published>2009-11-24T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:42:31.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan Maclure, Escape to Chungking</title><content type='html'>This book was published early in the war. My reprint is 1942.The copyright libraries indicate a 1942 date for the first edition.The contents deal with the fall of Malaya and Singapore to the Japanese, in 1940. Jan Maclure is an unknown, and produced no other book under this name. She dedicates the book to friends who have not yet got out.&lt;br /&gt;This is a powerful book. A 14 year old boy discovers that his mother is party to hidden military secrets in Japan, just entering into the second world war. The boy finds his mother's friend nearly dead after trying to take secrets to the British and is handed a package before the friend dies. He takes this on a long journey from Japan to Chungking in China where the British still ruled, mainly to carry the formula for a new kind of explosive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy, Christopher or Kit, is on the run throughout the book. Every safe house has been exposed and the people arrested. Kit changes identity when his friend is killed in a volcanic explosion and he takes over his papers an identity, and he can cross to China as a Korean which he could not have done as English. The detail is accurate throughout, with Jananese language as well as geography. Within China he moved from Cowloon to Chungking pretty quicky, personally shooting down a Jananese fighter in the process when the gunner was injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author clearly knew the far east, and dedicated the book to friends who had not escaped yet. Children who were fluent in English and Japanese must have existed. The ex-pat community in 1939 must have had some difficulties. This book for children brings not much solace, for the Japanese were victors. Some Japanese are nice, but en masse they are bad. This is a clear message. The army was bullied into compliance. Christopher showed that resistence should be to death, and that death was fine so long as it came out of patriotic ethical effort and not from giving up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-2701814036121844179?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/2701814036121844179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/11/jan-maclure-escape-to-chingking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/2701814036121844179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/2701814036121844179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/11/jan-maclure-escape-to-chingking.html' title='Jan Maclure, Escape to Chungking'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-6461181187612518551</id><published>2009-11-05T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T03:12:51.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eileen Marsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAF'/><title type='text'>Eight Over Essen - Eileen Marsh, 1943</title><content type='html'>Eileen Marsh took her adult fiction very seriously. This book starts with a bomber returning from a trip to Essen, follows each of the crew home for a week's leave, and ends with the next bombing run a week later, on which the are hit, without spelling out what happened to the crew. Written in 1943, it was not written to console, nor to acclaim flying crew. The book is unsentimental, except for the fact that the reader has come to know the crew, and the likelihood that they fail to return is no longer a statistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crew are a mix of backgrounds and classes. The toff, Bill ('Dogs'), is only a Sergeant (to some chagrin at home) but he is content to be led. The captain, Skip, a Flight Lieutenant, is a grammar school boy, son of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tobacconist&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home lives of the crew are the mixture we might expect in real life. The navigator, Swing, was devoted to classical music. Swing is misunderstood for his artistic temperament and love of music. Dogs strings along a pretty land girl, Shirley with half promises, and also enjoyed a no questions asked date with Daphne in town. The wireless operator Peter (Curly) is not happy in his marriage, to Ann, a novelist who is pregnant, but loses her baby during the week. The forward gunner Horace, an ex-burgular, found his wife running a crooked junk shop full of looted goods, picked up by the children aged 7,6 and 5. Daisy, the 5 year old, is crushed almost to death in a roof fall during the week. The flight engineer Shorty found his mother iller than usual and she dies during the week, but leaves a letter which listed her husband's infidelities and indicated that he had poisoned her. He put the letter in an envelope, pretending not to have read it, and his father burnt it after reading it. Unluckily for him, an over-zealous doctor ordered a post-mortem and the cat was out of the bag. Gunner Eric's wife dispises him and is an expensive good-time girl. Her plan this leave was to get pregnant so that she didn't have to work in the factory. They row and Eric threatens divorce if she gets pregnant by someone else, fearful that any child would be neglected. Bomb aimer Edward is a farmer and farmer's son. This is the nicest section, with most people on the farm being pleasant characters, and clearly loving the land. Finally the skipper John from Penge has an awful time at home, getting to know an old flame Lena who had become a nurse. His parents complain constantly, and when he brings Lena home they treat her execrably. He realises that they want him never to marry but to look after them in old age. He returns knowing that Lena will have a career of her own, and that a future together will be fraught - but they exchange addresses anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-6461181187612518551?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/6461181187612518551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/11/eight-over-essen-eileen-marsh-1943.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/6461181187612518551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/6461181187612518551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/11/eight-over-essen-eileen-marsh-1943.html' title='Eight Over Essen - Eileen Marsh, 1943'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-4673148476008821404</id><published>2009-09-30T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T02:49:37.770-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eileen Marsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Cronin'/><title type='text'>Air Adventure Series, A&amp;C Black, 1935-8</title><content type='html'>This post comes from a chance find in a Southwold second-hand bookshop, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pirate Island&lt;/span&gt; by D.E. Heming (1938). The page stating it as part of a series, and naming the other titles, makes this a most interesting story.&lt;br /&gt;First there are three books by Jack Heming, a minor writer of boys' school stories. They are:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Desert Air Raider, The Air-Dope Hunters, The Air Spies. &lt;/span&gt;Sixth in the series is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flying Dawn&lt;/span&gt; by Dorothy Carter, which I happen to have. This was one of her first books, maybe the first&lt;br /&gt;- the first of 120 books or so to follow using 16 different names. She was Jack Hemings' wife and sometimes wrote under her real name D(orothy) E(ileen) Heming, the name she used for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pirate Island&lt;/span&gt;, and for other boys' adventure stories in the mid-1930s. The story goes (based on her fictionalised autobiography &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Woman's Life&lt;/span&gt;) that when penniless, Jack spoke to someone in London who said 'Air adventures are where the new money is' - so he and his wife had a go, and took their manuscripts in to a publisher in London. He not only agreed to publish, but commissioned more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came James Cahill, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flying with the Mounties&lt;/span&gt;, clearly set in Canada. This was also by Dorothy Heming, taking the name from distant family menbers. There were several Canadian adventures written by her in the 1930s, though she had never been to Canada. Many were about flying, and at this stage neither had she flown an airoplane, though her descriptions have fooled many. [There is a mysterious books &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ted of the Mounties&lt;/span&gt; by Eileen Heming, and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;North for Treasure &lt;/span&gt;by Dorothy Carter set in Canada but published long after her (1948) death]. Then there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Phantom Wing&lt;/span&gt;, by Guy Dempster, another Dorothy Heming name - a remarkably different book, as others using this pseudonym, set on active service with the Fleet Air Arm - including blood-curdling and blood-letting accounts of battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three other names, unrelated as far as I know to the Heming clan - John Grant, writing on India ("A thrilling adventure novel of a quest for gold in India that turns into a desperate attempt by Richard Challenger to free his father, Col. Challenger, retired, from the clutches of the infamous Emir Din and his impenetrable stronghold" (blurb). Then two by M.E.Miles (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Airplane Base&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pirates of the Air&lt;/span&gt;) ; and Michael Cronin's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Flying Kidnappers &lt;/span&gt;- again no connection that I know of, and occasional copyright library ascriptions identify this Michael Cronin with the prolific post-war crime writer of that name, born 1907. His real name was Brendan Leo Cronin and since he also wrote under the name David Miles, I presume that he was M.E. Miles also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, A&amp;amp;C Black got together this small group of prolific young writers to quickly put together a contribution to air adventures that were otherwise dominated at that time by W.E. Johns' Biggles. Indeed the illustrator Alfred Sindall also illustrated Biggles' stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-4673148476008821404?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/4673148476008821404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/09/air-adventure-series-black-1935-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/4673148476008821404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/4673148476008821404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/09/air-adventure-series-black-1935-8.html' title='Air Adventure Series, A&amp;C Black, 1935-8'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-271741243329779305</id><published>2009-09-30T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T04:20:26.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rupert'/><title type='text'>Rupert, 1940.</title><content type='html'>I held over the Christmas story of December 1939-January 1940 as this was reprinted in the 1942 Annual, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rupert and the Wrong Presents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(22 December to 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; January)&lt;/span&gt;. Rupert wrote to Santa asking for a motor boat and received a pair of boots with wings. His father received a flute instead of a pipe. Thus begins a cunning tale. Wearing the boots, he found himself flying. The flute summons a wooden bird. The bird is so alarmed at the wrong presents being in the public domain (flight and secret signals) that Rupert is brought to Santa's castle (representing the prime minister), helped by a toy hurricane. The distribution of top secret ordnance has alarmed the Christmas authorities, and Rupert is clearly doing a service to national security. (The flying shoes would have been much more fun than a boat). A golly (no longer a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gollywog&lt;/span&gt; in the reproduction edition, just golly+ white space) is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doorboy&lt;/span&gt;, the 'secretary' is a bureaucrat with a dolly-bird typist. Rupert is sent with a covering letter to Santa who explains, "You see, Rupert, ...I had heaps of extra work to do last Christmas, because lots of children were spending Christmas in other people's homes, and I had a job to find them at all".  The evacuees. He is given the right presents and is taken home by plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story from 1940 centres on a scarecrow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Odmedod&lt;/span&gt; (6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; April to 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; May 1940). Who can speak and walk around, as all British children know. He scares birds by day, and is off duty at night, so goes to play with Rupert. Rupert loses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Algy&lt;/span&gt; when they run from a farmer, who thinks they are damaging his fruit-trees. Rupert meets the local plod, Constable Growler who is on the watch for spies. They are close to the sea. Rupert searches for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Algy&lt;/span&gt; and comes across &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Osmedod&lt;/span&gt;. They shelter in a hayloft when two suspicious men come in with a lantern speaking a foreign language. A good clue. Rupert follows, and hides behind a water butt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Osmedod&lt;/span&gt; gets trapped in the loft when the ladder is taken, so Rupert has to take his place as duty scarecrow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Algy&lt;/span&gt; rescues him and takes him back to the barn where the two spies come out of a trapdoor and kidnap Rupert and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Algy&lt;/span&gt;. They go through the tunnel, prisoners, which comes out in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cliffside&lt;/span&gt; and flash towards a waiting boat. The chums are rescued in the nick of time by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Osmedod&lt;/span&gt;, who scares the spies who take him for a ghost. They report back to Constable Growler, who goes with the farmer to find the trapdoor and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cliffside&lt;/span&gt; tunnel. All ends happily, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Osmedod&lt;/span&gt; back on duty, the farmer allowing Rupert to pick bluebells for mother (it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Eastertime&lt;/span&gt;) and Rupert promises not to damage the fruit-trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rupert and the Cartwheels&lt;/span&gt; (23 May to 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; June 1940) is more puzzling in its putative war connections. True they meet a friendly armed guard, and restore a castle to its aristocratic owners by finding lost treasure (Edward Trunk's cartwheel plunged him into a hole with a rotten cover). One picture looks like everyone giving a Nazi salute, as a prelude to cartwheels that did not happen, replace by a cunning diversion through a fence where Rupert and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Algy&lt;/span&gt; almost failed, Edward Trunk did fail and had to invent a brilliant new strategy. Their journey to that point had been through water first, to a defended citadel in need of treasure, which they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;duly&lt;/span&gt; found to save the day. The evacuation from Dunkirk began on 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; May until 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June. Given that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Bestall&lt;/span&gt; may have been submitting his copy gradually, his simple follow my leader story planned when, to be sure, the British army were in dire straights was able to provide solace to readers. As the army were being ferried across the channel, Rupert and his chums were rescued from the water and managed to solve the problem. So would Britain hold out, and find the strength to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rupert and the Little Plane &lt;/span&gt;(12.4.1941-19.5.1941) is an optimistic tale of a plane that runs without petrol. Fuel was rationed, and the convoys were struggling. The little plane was a mixture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;autogyro&lt;/span&gt; and hand-cranked geared propeller.When Rupert was tired of cranking, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;autogyro&lt;/span&gt; brought them plane gradually down. Two spies (the fox brothers) try to steal it, but are foiled as Rupert has kept the winding handle. A simple tale with a simple message: these are serious times. Be prepared for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the 1942 annual contained three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-war stories. The last one, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rupert at Sandy Bay&lt;/span&gt;, looked back to the good times of seaside holidays, before beaches were filled with mines and barbed wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next stories in 1940 were carried in the 1943 Annual. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rupert and Tiger Lily&lt;/span&gt;, 24 June to 3 August) is our first introduction to this Chinese magician's daughter. She posed problems in showing too much of her magic ability  in school. This was clearly inappropriate and she soon manages to show much less character. She is however a very clever girl who learns the important message that schools are about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;working &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not for thinking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupert and the Banjo, 6.8.1940 - 21.9.40 is the August Sandy Bay offering, notwithstanding that no child was allowed near a seaside this year. The war doesn't intrude: it is a story of helping others and overcoming two rough pirates who stole the banjo threatening the fairground folk to lose their livelihood. The pirates were certainly depriving many people of lives and livelihoods by attacking the convoys, but this is only a distant echo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupert's Good Turn, 24.9.1940 - 1.11.1940 is about forgiveness and solidarity. A farmer is annoyed with the chums for trespassing; and Rupert is annoyed with the fox brothers for playing a trick; but they save the farmer's haystack from fire, and negotiate the release of the foxes. Annoyances are shelved in the face of the greater danger, fire. Outside of the strip, the Blitz was under way, and the Battle of Britain was on. Fire must be tacked, and allies must be friends and not foes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupert and the Piper, 2.11.1940 - 16.12.1940. Rupert finds a pipe in the 'lumber-room' and shortly afterwards is given The Pied Piper to read. He falls asleep (the readers don't yet know) and with his chums meets the real Pied Piper who draws them all to become prisoners in his castle. Rupert alone resists to pull of the music, and sets off to rescue them, against the advice of the red squirrel. He meets a friendly giant who devises a form of rescue - the throws Rupert overarm, with a parachute to break his fall. It just fails, but Rupert wakes up in the nick of time. The Battle of Britain was technically over at the time this serial began, but was taking place when the story was conceived. The chums would be rescued from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Hamelin&lt;/span&gt; Castle (suitably Germanic) but air power, supported by superb allies (animals, birds and a giant). By the end of the strip, he could honestly say that the danger was over (Rupert woke up). Rupert becomes a role model for resistance: never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;despair&lt;/span&gt;, never go with the flow, be agents for change, have a go, or as Churchill said at the time, 'Go To It'.&lt;br /&gt;Rupert's Birthday, 6.1.1941 - 15.2.1941 - Rupert wants to grow up, literally, it proves a painful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupert and the Iron Key,17.2.1941 - 10.4.1941 - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;thieves&lt;/span&gt; (an outside and an insider, (a spy and a fifth columnist?) try to rob a castle, but Rupert foils their plan and finds the treasure, a gold suit of armour (the invaders are repulsed, as they were on 17 September 1940, and Britain refinanced, armed and defended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Rupert and the Black Moth, 20.5.1941-11.6.1941, Father Bear is digging for victory but a tame black moth eats his cabbages. On advice from the Chinese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Conjuror&lt;/span&gt;, Rupert takes it back to the Yellow Mountains. This is achieved through a cave system (that is, deep in the imagination) and Rupert is given the reward he asks for, a replacement for the cabbages. There are some negative stereotypes of Chinese and a black man (but it is an Ali &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Baba&lt;/span&gt; reference) but the tale demonstrates that if everyone honours the rules of ownership, then there will be food for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupert and the Circus Dog, 12.7.1941 - 15.8.1941. The ringmaster is a bully, kidnaps a valuable new performing monkey, and with Rupert's help is sacked. The message is that kindness gets the most out of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupert's Big Game Hunt, 16.8.1941 - 10.10.1941 - a whirlwind destroys a circus, and Rupert rounds up the animals. The moral is: do not panic in a face of disaster but sort things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupert's River Adventure, 11.10.1941 - 14.11. 1941 -  Willie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Rastus&lt;/span&gt;, the mice, are kidnapped on a boat trip, imprisoned in a castle tower on an island, and are released by Rupert and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Podgy&lt;/span&gt; in a 'great escape'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupert and Golly, 15.11.1941 - 5.1.1942. A golly from Santa's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;workship&lt;/span&gt; tries to punish Rupert and Bill Badger by making them help with the toys (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;mostly&lt;/span&gt; painting fighter planes). They really enjoy this, and the bureaucratic golly is very cross. Santa is amused at the come-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;uppance&lt;/span&gt; of the bureaucrat. Apart from the anti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;bureaucracy&lt;/span&gt; dig, there is a message that punishment can become enjoyment, and we can deal with punishment by refusing to feel punished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-271741243329779305?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/271741243329779305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/09/rupert-1940.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/271741243329779305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/271741243329779305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/09/rupert-1940.html' title='Rupert, 1940.'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-6758709309337955336</id><published>2009-09-28T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:15:02.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rupert at War.</title><content type='html'>By September 1939, Alfred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bestall&lt;/span&gt; had developed his personal style in the Daily Express Rupert strips  and  maintained the tradition of Christmas annuals, entitled Adventures, New Adventures or More Adventures of Rupert. As war broke out, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rupert and the Sea Serpent &lt;/span&gt;was half way through, ending 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; October. The following, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rupert and the Mystery Pond&lt;/span&gt; was the first strip to be completed in wartime though we don't know when it was started. Since the Sea Serpent had to be finished and delivered by 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; August, the new story would be started in the last days of peace. In the story, Rupert meets a mysterious stranger, who remains mysterious to the end. All we know is that he was an explorer looking for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nutwood&lt;/span&gt; Lake. He is injured, and Rupert completes the mission, meeting in the depths of the earth an ancient and huge toad who tells him what to do. Going through potholes and tunnels is a common theme in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bestell's&lt;/span&gt; Rupert stories, standing for the journey into the imagination to find wisdom and insight. The toad stands for tradition and continuity, and the whirlpool Rupert dives into to reach the surface shows that at the end of peril lies comfort and safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rupert and the Little Woodman&lt;/span&gt; was the first story wholly conceived in war, beginning 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; November. This is a story of shirkers. Porky makes every excuse not to cooperate in collective action, and is greedy, consuming rather than sharing. Porky wants to know if we can have things without working for them, and so continue his idle life. He is dressed as the squire, in posh , plus fours and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;waitcoat&lt;/span&gt;. They are directed to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wittle&lt;/span&gt; woodman who has a shop in the forest and is responsible for all forest magic (he is mixing colours for flowers as we meet him). He gives Porky ice cream plants which, we know later, are intended to punish him and bring him to his senses by making him ill. The seeds immediately germinate and produce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;icecreams&lt;/span&gt; next day. Porky gobbles his, and is ill. Rupert offered his to his mother, who eats it and is also ill. (Interesting lesson that our greed has consequences on others). Rupert fetches the antidote, mother is cured, and Porky repents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rupert and the Forest Fire&lt;/span&gt; began in the new year (22 January, 1940) after a Christmas offering. This is dark in two ways. The world (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nutwood&lt;/span&gt;) is on fire and all the animals are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;panicking&lt;/span&gt;. But it is all smoke and no fire (a good description of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;phony&lt;/span&gt; war) and the smoke is located as coming from an underground inventor's workshop. The panic is being caused by new technology. The inventor has made a car which runs on a coiled spring (no oil, which is in short supply) but wishes to keep the secret for himself (a war profiteer) and imprisons Rupert. Rupert escaped and is taken on the test run (the inventor, dressed in army uniform, almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Heil&lt;/span&gt; Hitlers with arm raised in one scene). The coiled spring comes loose, Rupert is thrown into a tree, the car sinks into a bog, and the inventor clears out secretly with empty hands. Such selfishness plays only into enemy hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rupert and the Red Egg&lt;/span&gt; (from 23rd February 1940) introduces readers to the 'Master's' new aeroplane, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;helicopter&lt;/span&gt;. A red egg is found and taken to China (by Rupert and Ping Pong, carried by the Messenger Bird) for explanation, where it hatches out to become a baby dragon. It consitutes a real danger in human society and needs to be taken back to the land of dragons, which the bird carries out. The plane arrives to take the chums home. The story shows that a great destructive force has been born, and has to be put back in its place, nipped in the bud before it becomes indestructible. Flight and the aeroplane will be a crucial tool in achieving this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources: The New Rupert Index, by WOG Lofts and DJ Adley, revised by John Beck.&lt;br /&gt;The Rupert Book, 1941.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-6758709309337955336?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/6758709309337955336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/09/rupert-at-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/6758709309337955336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/6758709309337955336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/09/rupert-at-war.html' title='Rupert at War.'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-507391723033969797</id><published>2009-09-26T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:55:08.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty Barne.</title><content type='html'>Notes from my jotter.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty Barne &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Visitors from London.&lt;/span&gt; London J M Dent &amp;amp; Sons Ltd 1940 (1960 reprint). 40 drawings by Ruth Gervis. Winner of the Carnegie Medal that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a ‘housemother’ responsible for a group of evacuee families billeted in a country farmhouse in 1939. It is set just before the outbreak of “this loathsome war”. It involves the Farrer family from Poleham (as in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Footlights&lt;/span&gt;). Redheads, Gerda is the eldest (15), David next (13 - Prep school+Charterhouse ‘never great at repartee’); then Jimmy, and Sally (10).&lt;br /&gt;They travelled from Victoria station – Jimmy chatted to engine driver and went into the cab.&lt;br /&gt;The venue was Huggett’s (Farm) farmed by Mr + Mrs Huggett, part of larger estate Steadings owned by ‘Roly’ Martingale (bought from Mr Bloss who went to Lewes for his health). We meet Myra  Farrer(auntie), Jenkins (chauffeur?), and Jimmy mucks in doing farmwork.&lt;br /&gt;The telegraph boy reports “Have lent Steadings to Women’s Voluntary Services for evacuation purposes and said you would take charge…”. Nita Williams, WVS secretary. Evacuation takes 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;On the farm there is Young Tolhurst the (elderly) shepherd.&lt;br /&gt;The cooks are volunteers. Daphne is an upper class domestic. Rooms are named after fruit.&lt;br /&gt;Lily Tipping (12, ‘mother’), looks after her brother Cyril (5) and sister Irene (4). She is star of the book. Mrs Thompson has a baby, a son Ernest (7) and Sylvia (2). Mrs Jacobson has 3 boys, the oldest going in for a scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Fell has six children -  ‘Queenie’ (15), Fred (13), Steve 11, 2 girls, + Sydney (3).&lt;br /&gt;They call the countryside  ‘the park’  – and wonder where the fish and chips are&lt;br /&gt;Steve steels some chocolate and takes time to settle – but he befriends the shepherd and really enjoys looking after the sheep.&lt;br /&gt;The air-raid warden is seriously poked fun at - he receives a bowl of water on his head for complaining about lights. There is an incident of stolen fruit and eggs at the market.&lt;br /&gt;They all go to the seaside for a prawning picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husbands came eventually to fetch them since the bombing appears not to have started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-507391723033969797?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/507391723033969797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/09/kitty-barne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/507391723033969797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/507391723033969797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/09/kitty-barne.html' title='Kitty Barne.'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-8734999880525038307</id><published>2009-09-25T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:34:22.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Pudney, war poet.</title><content type='html'>John Pudney's writing career began in 1933. He joined the RAF in 1940 as an intelligence officer, and like H.E. Bates he also worked for the Creative Writers' Unit. His particular task was to write war poetry which could inspire the public and service personnel.&lt;br /&gt;War publications:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dispersal Point and other Air Poems (1942)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Grass Grew All Round (1942), poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beyond This Disregard (1943), poems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;South of Forty (1943), poems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who Only England Know (1943)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ten Summers: Poems 1933-1943 (1944)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Almanack of Hope: Sonnets (1944)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Air Force Poetry (1944) anthology editor with Henry Treese.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Flight above Cloud (1944), poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Air Battle of Malta (1944) HMSO information books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Atlantic Bridge (1945) HMSO information books (anonymously)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;World Still There (1945)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The best known poem is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For Johnny&lt;/span&gt; which starred in the 1945 film, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Way to the Stars, &lt;/span&gt;advocating practical help for the families and children of airmen killed in action.&lt;br /&gt;This and three others were included in the 1944 anthology of air force poetry. Others, like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Air Gunner&lt;/span&gt;, reflect on how war requires boys to be men.&lt;br /&gt;Personal information can be found at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Pudney"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Pudney&lt;/a&gt;, and on the War Poets Association site &lt;a href="http://www.warpoets.org/conflicts/ww2/pudney/"&gt;http://www.warpoets.org/conflicts/ww2/pudney/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write later on this factual progress-of-war books for HMSO on the Atlantic Bridge, and Defence of Malta. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who Only England Know&lt;/span&gt; is a diary/logbook of RAF war experience over the Mediterranean and in Africa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-8734999880525038307?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/8734999880525038307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/09/john-pudney-war-poet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/8734999880525038307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/8734999880525038307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/09/john-pudney-war-poet.html' title='John Pudney, war poet.'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-2897822459565055492</id><published>2009-09-16T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T03:15:04.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landgirls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women&apos;s land army'/><title type='text'>Doris Pocock: Lorna on the Land. 1946.</title><content type='html'>Doris Pocock wrote Lorna to reflect war conditions. Lorna joins the Women's Land Army, as the blurb says and as the cover blurb says, "came to their country's aid... in her hour of need".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story starts in spring 1939 with ARP gas-mask drill. The girls Lorna and 'Nibbs' do not take this exercise seriously, or are nervous of it, although Lorna tells Nibbs to just do it. They report ordinary activities replaced with First Aid, Home Nursing and Anti-gas lectures. They practice treating shock and using triangular bandages. The anti-gas training involved going into a van with gas masks on - and for reality the lecturer instructs them to let a little in (Chlorine?) to smell what they had been saved from. This made the eyes sting. Lorna was upset:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her usually bright face had changed, and was looking grim. So that was what war, if it ever really did come, would be like! - poison gas, for instance (and she knew it was one of the milder kinds which had been used for the demonstration) was something one could not get even that tiny sniff of without it hurting; it gave one some idea of what being caught in a real gas-attack, without one's mask, would be like - and gas was only one fiendish war-invention out of endless others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how much 'one' is used. This is an upper middle class cast. We have a senior monitoress (what is she monitoring, and what does her junior do?) and the Head of the Debating Society. Lorna is nicknamed Dux, ‘leader’. The class read the National Service booklet which gives DP a chance to survey the jobs on offer. Lorna and her friend Nibbs choose the Land Army. The form is filled in, and Lorna is very bossy ('great-grandmotherly') leading Nibbs to acquired dependency. The film &lt;i&gt;The Good Earth&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(1937 film of the Pearl S. Buck Pulitzer Prize winning novel of 1931 about a Chinese family) led to thoughts that the beauty of nature would remain even when "all the cultured, highly civilized sort of things were to be simply smashed and done for" [22]. Nibbs, we are told, sees the prospects of outdoor work through rose tinted spectacles, and readers are warned of troubles and discomforts to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene then moves to Sedge Fen farm in Suffolk run by Farmer and Mrs Brode, he a veteran of Flanders and Gallipoli as his wife unnecessarily reminds him. Neither speak Queen’s English, unlike the other characters. Ted, his lad was “a thorough man every inch of his still-growing six-foot-one (land-girls and readers beware) unlike Andrew the quiet younger boy who was “a queer fish” and a mother’s pet [26]. The farmer was preparing for the day when all his young men would be “called up”. Andrew is at school with “prep.”, probably a grammar school and plays out the typical tension between scholar and worker, his father warning him that he will leave school if he needs to work on the farm [27]. A scholarship to go to college is “high-flown nonsense” when “there is a real man’s job waiting for you on the farm”. Thus class tensions tumble over rival masculinities. Andrew is enfeebled in the eyes of father by aspiring beyond his class through educationhe farmer acknowledged that it is the war that makes a difference, but complains that he has to have land-girls “because my own son ain’t man enough to stand by and help”. Men are not scholars, and scholars are not men. “Oi’d a deal rather he’d the makin’s of a man”, Brode retorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is a bit of a snob, the only one in the family with brains, with a clod-hopping brother. He passes some Czech refugees working on a farm, and reflects that they too might be doctors or musicians, and ill-suited to labouring work in a foreign country, “just because Hitler had taken theirs” [29]. Andrew reluctantly fetches some new sheep back home, but through inattention one is run over by a car. We discover that his father was fond of using his belt, but his time he tries persuasion – leave school and help on the farm if war comes. Andrew reacts bitterly. There will be no war, and school work is real work. His ambitions were different, and would be stifled by the farm. The girls would be coming into a fraught family atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are accepted and their names “entered on the Roll” [39]. There is an interview, and invitation for a fortnight’s training in the summer holidays. Lorna asks to be placed with Nibbs. All this is in spring 1939. The Women’s Land Army was headed by Lady Denman who ran the Women’s Institute. She bullied a slow bureaucracy, and just managed to move into the new headquarters five days before war was declared. She had managed to launch a national publicity drive a little earlier, and the opening of this story seems to refer to this. Lorna marches in the National Services parade in London on July 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; wearing the WLA uniform [74,79] with khaki jackets [79-84] which they have to pick up with other kit from an address in Westminster. Much enthusiasm was devoted to dressing-up and the novelty of dungarees. By coincidence, Ted Brode is representing Suffolk Territorials, and Andrew, up for the day, sees Lorna, is impressed, and decides that if she can do farm-work, he can also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historically, the first land-girl to enrol, Valerie Hodge from Bristol was presented to King George VI in a July National Service Rally in Hyde Park. She explained: "Here was the thing for me - the service to serve England - the service to keep this land alive - and also a service in which one could help in the everlasting process of creation, instead of helping in destruction" (Tryer: 37).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the journey to the training fortnight, the first other recruit met, Polly, was “not over-refined”, a nursery nurse who had not stayed on at school, in service in Kensington. The Pines turned out to be a commandeered country house, basic, and “not like a conventional hotel or boarding house” [95] that the middle-class girls were clearly used to. Betty Hawkins used “too much lipstick”, had red finger-nails on coarse hands, and was assumed by Lorna to be a shopgirl [99]: “she looked the sort Miss Buckley [the overseer] might have trouble with”. With red hair, she claimed the nickname ‘Carrots’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doris Pocock might have read Sherwell Cooper's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Land Army Manual&lt;/span&gt;: "The WLA volunteer should therefore be prepared to 'tone down' her lips, complexion and nails considerably.... long nails are quite unsuited to work on a farm, especially when covered with bright crimson nail varish".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dora was a pale, shy, roundshouldered young girl who had been in dressmaking, clearly a Londoner deprived of sunshine and fresh air. (The narrator comments how a fortnight’s fresh air would transform her). Marjory Brown was a cook in a café, a perky soulmate for Polly. They were a mixed bunch: the author has sorted out their class credentials to a tee. Although they are not ‘ladies’ (this is Lorna thinking) Lorna is “perfectly able and ready to fraternise with them” [101], but thought that ultra-refined Nibbs would find this less easy – she seemed scared and bewildered. Nibbs’ failure has been set out from the beginning. Polly, Nibbs’ room-mate sums it up: there will always be people to make a baby of Nibbs, and she will go through life being looked after [105].Nibbs of course does not last out. Lorna gets her badge and uniform and a per&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mane&lt;/span&gt;nt place at Sedge End Farm, where she helps to continue Andrew “that queer boy’s" education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Come what might in the months ahead, England would still remain. The waves would still break on the sandy shores, and the shadows skims over grassy downs; the woods would still be misty-blue with bluebells, and the fields golden with buttercups; the larks would still sing over the blazing gorse-fields, and the nightingales in the moonlit, honey-suckle-scented glades. Roses would still bloom in old-world gardens, and there would still be the little thatched cottages, the mellow red-tiled farms; the lambs would bleat, and the kine would low, when the roar of the guns was silent. A good land – a land worth working and fighting for – . [253]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;She thinks she has a wonderful job, unlike people doing “horrid” jobs indoors in munitions factories. In reality, the job of the landgirl was foul, hard, remorseless. The middle class author has, though her alter ego Lorna, glamorised it and made it suitable for the likes of the Dux, the born leaders of the present and future world. Her working class colleagues just get on with it, unsentimentally, with humour, solidarity and grit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, the action ends in 1939, with little hint of the horrors of war that was to follow, though there is some evidence of early war casualties among airmen and others known to the girls. I think the novel was written then, by Christmas 1939, to encourage recruits and it shares the romantic image of the early advertising posters showing shapely girls clutching lambs. But it was published in 1946, with the cover showing the green uniform rather than khaki jackets, a time when landgirls were still needed, to be true (WLA was not disbanded until November 1950: there were still 54,000 land-girls at work in 1946), but nevertheless at a time when the early work of recruitment was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See also Nicola Tyrer, &lt;i style=""&gt;They Fought in the Fields: The Women’s Land Army. The Story of a Forgotton Victory &lt;/i&gt;Sinclair-Stevenson 1996/ Tempus Publishing 2007.&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of the section of the Women's Land Army called the Women's Timber Corps and the autobiography of 1942-45 &lt;i&gt;Lumber Jill &lt;/i&gt;by Mavis Williams; and in the same series Anne Hall's &lt;i&gt;Land Girl &lt;/i&gt;(Ex Libris Press).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-2897822459565055492?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/2897822459565055492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/09/doris-pocock-lorna-on-land-1946.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/2897822459565055492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/2897822459565055492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/09/doris-pocock-lorna-on-land-1946.html' title='Doris Pocock: Lorna on the Land. 1946.'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-670181196543975440</id><published>2009-09-09T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T10:55:53.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen Dudley Edwards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malcolm Saville'/><title type='text'>Allegories?</title><content type='html'>Allegories are stories which have underlying parallel meanings. Owen Dudley Edward treats Malcolm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saville's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seven White Gates&lt;/span&gt; as allegory and said to me, Suddenly the whole story made sense. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beleaguered&lt;/span&gt; Micah represents England, his estranged son Charles is America. The big row was the American revolution. Charles' injury in the caves is Pearl Harbour. The dangerous salvation by cable-car represents the precarious air war. The war is therefore an act of reconciliation of two estranged members of the family, Britain and America. Unless you become as little children, you shall not enter the kingdom of God... it was the twins, a pair of idiotic but wise nine year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who did all this. They diagnosed Micah's problem, prescribed the medicine, and made him drink. Children were the ones who accepted the Yanks, chocolate and all, in spite of the intolerance of their elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it. Brilliant, whether it is true or not. What about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mystery at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Witchend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Can this be decoded. I think so, and this is me and not ODE. Nothing in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mystery&lt;/span&gt; is as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;David the son becomes David the guardian when his father joins the RAF - "Take care of Mummy for me, old chap". You're now in charge, my boy, and look after "those awful twins".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The family run away from London to Shropshire, but instead of escaping the Germans, they run into them. As soon as they hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Onnybrook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; station, they meet a violent Jacob.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They meet Bill Ward, a sailor apparently, who ends the book as a soldier helping the Home Guard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bill Ward warns of spectral dangers, but there are only real dangers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Witchend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is to be a place of adventure, not safety, "right by that old rascal mountain". It is the mountain that is evil, not Hitler. Evil is a matter of myth; Hitler is just a man. England is a country of castles and tradition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Macbeth guards the luggage from the guard who needs to move it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mrs Thurston was expecting a parcel, but didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Witchend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is not the end of witchcraft but where the witch, Mrs Thurston, first is encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'Peter' is a girl. She although barely a teenager, is mother to her father who is really a child.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They form a club with an oath, signing on to active service, appointing a captain who they then ignore. Peter, the vice captain, is actually the captain and even beats David in a swimming race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They create a hiding place which is not secret, which serves as a fortress with good views, and from which they have to eject an enemy agent who they think is a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mrs Thurston is not a nice middle-class lady, but a monster who kicks the dog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mackie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She is not a birdwatcher either, not knowing her peewit from her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;redshank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She photographed the reservoir and not the wildlife.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The owl cry was not really from an owl, nor the peewit from a peewit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr Sterling, rejecting the spy theory, becomes the enemy and not the ally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the world of the wild and the tame, the "awful" twins and Macbeth were the wild, and the spies were (mostly) tame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The nice air-force man in uniform is not what he seems either, but a dreadful saboteur. The train he claims to have come on did not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The twins found others who were not what they seemed and were offered shelter in what was in fact a prison.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The nice boy with the backpack is wined and dined before blowing up the reservoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ingles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reinvents himself as Home Guard, and sorts out the nonsense before returning to his cows.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peter and David are not quite boyfriend and girlfriend. She is far too mature for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The reservoir is not really blown up, as it is quickly repaired.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The message for child readers was simple and plain. The world is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;topsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;turvy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. No where is safe, so its no use running away. Danger is where you least expect it, so keep vigilant. Adults are no good, being either away or incompetent. Their leadership is dangerous - children must think for themselves. The country will be safe if children keep it safe. Life from now on will be uncomfortable, and dangerous, but an "adventure", keeping "evil" at bay.&lt;br /&gt;I was told by the Chief Constable this morning that our countryside is almost certainly harbouring many such unpleasant and dangerous people and it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; duty to do what you children have done and report anything unusual or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;suspicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. [235]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, at the end, has a dream, where an elephant bore remorselessly down like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Juggernaut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (both India and Africa were potential problems to the war effort) and on its back Mrs Thurston dressed as a sailor and Home Guard, treachery disguised as friend, or defeated by the sailor/Home Guard Bill Ward. Also, the sea war and invasion, the one protected by sailors, the other by Dad's Army, were both problematic. Her 'white' face showed hatred, European hatred against the colonized. The Nazis were different, they colonised and wiped out white races as well as black and brown. She began singing like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Valkyrie&lt;/span&gt; (at which point he woke up, to hear Agnes the 'daily help' singing in the kitchen). The elephant, symbol of the empire, was ridden, even goaded, by its white rider. The empire needs to cure its hatred. The 'commonweal' had to be created. The next generation, the child readers, are tasked to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last point: in a world of top secrets and counter-espionage, we do not know that any of the adults were telling the truth. Something else for children to get the hang of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-670181196543975440?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/670181196543975440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/09/allegories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/670181196543975440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/670181196543975440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/09/allegories.html' title='Allegories?'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-3959586461569087369</id><published>2009-09-05T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:42:26.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worcester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts and crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='william morris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brutalism'/><title type='text'>Arts and Crafts</title><content type='html'>I have been today in Kelmscott Manor, near Faringdon, Oxfordshire, where William Morris and his family lived. A few days ago, we were in Rodmarton Manor, near Cirencester which is full of arts and craft furniture. Two weeks ago we went to the Cheltenham Museum and Art Gallary, where there is an arts and crafts gallery stuffed full of arts and crafts furniture, printing and craft items. Last year was the opening of Court Barn arts and craft museum in Chipping Campden. What has all this got to do with 1930-1960?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superficially, Rodmarton was the home of 85 evacuees who were taken out of London by train on 2nd September 1939. We have been reminded of the significance of 3rd September as the outbreak of the war. Why ship so many children out the day before? It was carefully planned, one of the many things with a plan waiting to be activated. The authorities clearly believed that the outbreak of war would be similarly planned in Berlin and a blitzkreig similar to the invasion of Poland would take place. Calculations were made of the casualty figures on day one of the war, and it was clear that the hospitals could not cope. So getting the children out would help reduce the casualty rate and coincidentally keep the population strong. Men capable of being in the armed forces were already mobilising and moving out of the danger areas. Rodmarton, and Lacock Abbey, were amongst Wiltshire large houses to receive classes of children. In both the children from Central London were said to have behaved impeccably and benefited greatly from the experience.&lt;br /&gt;William Morris's philosophy was that everything should be useful and beautiful. Arts and Crafts meant hand-made. The war demanded conveyor belt simplicity. The Spitfire was functional yet beautiful - beauty was in form and not in decorations, an arts and craft standard. The 1920s and 30s had seen the rise of brutalism - functionality without beauty. War buildings had to be plain, easily produced, functional. The debate about whether there is any sense of beauty in these has been long and hard. The air ministry buildings at St John's, Worcester that I have discussed before, have a dignity beyond their facial beauty - a deep beauty, in fact. In the arts &amp;amp; crafts movement, beauty was added to function by decoration. This is a superficiality. Deep beauty exists in form and execution, a marriage perhaps of arts &amp;amp; crafts and brutalism. But form, execution and decoration can also be crass and tacky. Examples are up and down the high street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-3959586461569087369?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/3959586461569087369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/09/arts-and-crafts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/3959586461569087369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/3959586461569087369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/09/arts-and-crafts.html' title='Arts and Crafts'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-917614678811766946</id><published>2009-09-04T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T04:30:27.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elinor mordaunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blitz'/><title type='text'>Blitz Kids by Elinor Mordaunt.</title><content type='html'>ODE and I share the same enthusiasm for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EM's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blitz Kids&lt;/span&gt; (1941), narrated by a young cockney girl, Nancy using the form of language a ten year old would use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What's the good of worrying? That's what I say. People who worry, especially kids like us, who have got to grow up strong, are fighting Hitler's battle for him. That's my idea. No one told me, I thought it out for myself. Look here, this is it. When we grow up, Irene and me - that's Nancy - and Tom and Pat and Clara and Harold and the baby, who's Gladys - that's a good name for her, for she's got Glad Eyes; always laughing and shouting and playing at being a prize fighter, with her funny little fist, though in real fighting one mustn't kick - we have got to go on fighting Britain's battles for her. Even if all the Germans are killed, as I hope they will be. But not the Italians - at least, the ice cream ones, or the men with barrel organs and monkeys dressed in red coats and caps. [p.7]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Notice that 'one' in 'one mustn't kick', is neither working class, nor cockney, nor childlike. By the end of the book it had become 'you' and 'we'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is a fish porter and in the Home Guard, a former prize fighter and man to be reckoned with, when he was awake. Mum died when Gladys was born. 'They' soon raise their heads, the authorities who dominate the lives of working folk. After many adventures and scrapes, life in London was seen as anxiety free. Dad married a new wife, and they get a better house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nothing's&lt;/span&gt; ever so bad as you think it's going to be, and often better. We had thought, from what Hitler said, that London would be flat-in-ruins-and-burnt- out, and everyone killed the first week. And here we were as spry as ever, and up and doing as never before. And all the nastiest, dirtiest, pokiest little houses cleared away; ready for a newer and better London to be built. [p.158]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The book finishes with a drawing of St &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pauls&lt;/span&gt; still standing amid the ruins, and a demon chasing Hitler and jabbing his backside with a trident (with two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pronges&lt;/span&gt;, so a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bident&lt;/span&gt;?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elinor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mordaunt&lt;/span&gt; (1872-1942) was almost at the end of her life, to die in 1942 aged 70. A penniless member of minor aristocracy, she had traveled the world, had two disastrous marriages at the beginning (producing one living son) and latter years. She had to fend for herself, teaching, gardening, copper sculpting, and most importantly writing. Her autobiography in 1937, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sinabada&lt;/span&gt; (Lady King)&lt;/span&gt; is honest and entertaining, pulling very few punches except that she refuses to dwell on her marriages. Of New Guinea, where a relative was governor general, she says that 'murder is a social obligation' and half wishes she could get rid of a few thorns in her flesh in a similar way. The son lives in Kenya and raises a family of his own. More on EM later, but Blitz Kids is refreshingly different. Real kids, doing real things, and saying brave things. Surely her characters were the real children she was working with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-917614678811766946?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/917614678811766946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/09/blitz-kids-by-elinor-mordaunt.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/917614678811766946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/917614678811766946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/09/blitz-kids-by-elinor-mordaunt.html' title='Blitz Kids by Elinor Mordaunt.'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-3838029283800618358</id><published>2009-08-31T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:52:16.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen Dudley Edwards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malcolm Saville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBC Children&apos;s Hour.'/><title type='text'>Malcolm Saville on BBC Radio.</title><content type='html'>Owen Dudley Edwards writes (p.212) of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saville's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mystery at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Witchend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as "the BBC 'Children's Hour' serial subsequently given book form". In fact, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mystery at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Witchend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was published on 1st October 1943, and broadcast on Friday afternoon, 5.20 - 6.00pm for four weeks starting Friday 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; October. The adaptation of the book was by Barbara Sleigh, an author in her own right who worked with her husband for the BBC. Sleigh's script is now published(2008) by David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Schutte&lt;/span&gt; (ISBN 978 0 9546801 5 1).&lt;br /&gt;ODE talks elsewhere of simultaneous publication and broadcast, which is about right, since the decision to broadcast and the preparations must have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-publication. Whether the story had been commissioned for broadcast is beyond the evidence - a new untested writer being asked to write a war story is unlikely, and more likely that Sleigh knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Saville&lt;/span&gt; (Geoffrey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Trease&lt;/span&gt; was a common friend and confirms the friendships in his autobiography) and liked the story which she had read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-publication (although I am uncertain whether she knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Saville&lt;/span&gt; prior to the broadcast decision). A spy story perhaps suited the feel of the time, when threat of invasion had receded and children could feel empowered to contribute to the war effort. In fact, MI6 histories report that by this time spies were not much of a threat and vigilance endangered innocent aliens more than spies.&lt;br /&gt;ODE gives a detailed footnote (352-3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fn&lt;/span&gt;45) confirming these timings and commenting on the experienced cast. This had not been an economy production. ODE comments at length (253-7) that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mystery at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Witchend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Saville's&lt;/span&gt; best book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-3838029283800618358?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/3838029283800618358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/08/malcolm-saviile-on-bbc-radio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/3838029283800618358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/3838029283800618358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/08/malcolm-saviile-on-bbc-radio.html' title='Malcolm Saville on BBC Radio.'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-47283319588544150</id><published>2009-08-30T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:01:03.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen Dudley Edwards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eileen Marsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorothy Carter'/><title type='text'>Dorothy Eileen Marsh Heming</title><content type='html'>Owen Dudley Edwards has failed to uncover the story of this strange writer who produced over 120 books in twelve years before dying young at 48 years old. He refers only to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Marise&lt;/span&gt; Flies South (1944) although he does talk about the 'impressively professional series' [222]. The biography/bibliography is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Among Her Own People: Lives and Literature of Eileen Marsh, Jack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heming&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bracebridge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Heming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Eric Bates (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bulman&lt;/span&gt; Lee Publishing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ashford&lt;/span&gt; [bulman_lee@beeb.net], ISBN 0-9551014-0-9. I have a collection of about 60 titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Marsh wrote under many names often combining her real names Dorothy Eileen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Heming&lt;/span&gt; (nee Marsh) or using other family names. She published 7 titles in 1936, 4 as Eileen Marsh, and one each of Dorothy Carter, Martin Kent and D.E. Marsh. Of the twelve titles in 1937, 5 were by Eileen Marsh, 2 by D.E. Marsh, and one each by James &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cahill&lt;/span&gt;, Guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Demster&lt;/span&gt;, Martin Kent, Elizabeth Rogers and E M Shard. 1938 added John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Annerley&lt;/span&gt;, D.E. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Heming&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dempster&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Heming&lt;/span&gt; to two Martin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kents&lt;/span&gt;, and one D.E Marsh, Eileen Marsh and Elizabeth Rogers. . Altogether there were 26 by Eileen Marsh, 14 by Dorothy Carter,  9 by Elizabeth Rogers, 8 by Guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Dempster&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bloodthirsty&lt;/span&gt; boys' war stuff) , 6 by Martin Kent, 6 by D.E. Marsh, and smaller numbers for the rest. She also wrote adult novels,  and Sunday School prizes for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Lutterworth&lt;/span&gt;, using Eileen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Heming&lt;/span&gt;, Dorothy Marsh, James &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Cahill&lt;/span&gt;, Rupert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jardine&lt;/span&gt;, Jane Rogers and Mary St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Helier&lt;/span&gt;.  This was quite a varied output for girls, boys and adults.  She specialised in writing about flying and war adventure,  and set them in England, Canada, Africa, USA and even up the Himalayas. She herself could not fly (though she had flying contacts and had a few flying lessons after writing several books; and had never visited many of these places: she wrote at home bringing up four children. Her husband also wrote, but was interrupted by the war. He used her pseudonyms from time to time after her death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Marsh wrote her life story as fiction, in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Woman's Life&lt;/span&gt; where she describes a woman and husband writers who were advised to write aeroplane stories as the modern thing. Her routine was three hours writings while the children were in school, or 5000 words per day. The first books, under the signature D.E. Marsh were for boys, her Eileen Marsh signature starting with her girl flier books, of which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonquil&lt;/span&gt; is the easiest to find. She states her payment per book as £50. In all, she wrote 120 books between 1935 and 1948, under 16 names, for girls, boys and adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODE notes (p.229 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;fn&lt;/span&gt;29) that Dorothy Carter had no books after 1948. In fact &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cruise of the Golden Dawn&lt;/span&gt; was published by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Latimer&lt;/span&gt; House in 1949, just posthumously. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;North for Treasure&lt;/span&gt; came in 1961, published by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Lutterworth&lt;/span&gt; about the Canadian gold rush.  Five genuine Dorothy Carters had been with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Lutterworth&lt;/span&gt;, the rest with Collins (the first, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flying Dawn&lt;/span&gt;, was with A&amp;amp;C Black in 1935. An open question is whether the 1961 title was wholly written by husband Jack, or is a reworking of an unfinished manuscript. A number of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-war titles were set in Canada, but I have not found any trace in copyright libraries of an earlier version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;North of Treasure&lt;/span&gt;. Also set in Canada, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ted of the Mounties&lt;/span&gt; used the name Eileen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Heming&lt;/span&gt; (1955) - again was this Jack, or is it a reprint of and earlier genuine title? Eric Bates gives their authorship to Jack; I am open to the possibility that they were published in Canada in the 1930s - Elizabeth Rogers' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On Wings and Skis&lt;/span&gt; was in 1939.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-47283319588544150?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/47283319588544150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/08/dorothy-eileen-marsh-heming.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/47283319588544150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/47283319588544150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/08/dorothy-eileen-marsh-heming.html' title='Dorothy Eileen Marsh Heming'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-3805215855152613668</id><published>2009-08-29T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:27:54.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second world war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen Dudley Edwards'/><title type='text'>World War 2 Children's Fiction</title><content type='html'>It has been a long term aim for me to write a book about children's fiction written in or around the second world war, so to find someone else has done this is actually a relief. Owen Dudley Edwards, of Edinburgh University, has written &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;British Children's Fiction in the Second World War&lt;/span&gt;, published by Edinburgh University Press. At 744 pages, it is a thorough job. It strikes me that this task could only be achieved by someone with long term access to a copyright library, since the books and comics are both difficult to find and if available very expensive. I have in excess of 500, or about a quarter of the works referred to. This means that I can make sense of his argument, which is dense with many allusions to a wide range of works: I wonder whether his flow would be so clear to someone without this depth of knowledge. The existence of this book will doubtless save me money. I shall draw on my own knowledge of the works from this period to comment, expand and expound. Despite the size of the tome, sometimes a wealth of interest is hidden behind a sentence and a footnote, such as footnote 31 of the first chapter, about stories of refugees from mainland Europe early in the war, and particularly Jewish refugees. There are gaps, some of which I will fill. For example, David Severn, first book 1942 (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rick Afire!&lt;/span&gt;). The index gives no mention, except to say that Sir Stanley Unwin was 'Severn's father' (p.17) which is not stated on page 17. I will watch out for him (an account of the cricket match in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waggon for Five&lt;/span&gt; (1944) is discussed on p. 470, indexed under Unwin). Another gap is Peter Dawlish (James Lennox Kerr). They just happen to be two writers I am interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chapter design is thematic:&lt;br /&gt;1. Issues in children's fiction up to 1940, focussing on a George Orwell/Frank Richards row.&lt;br /&gt;2. Rations and Quislings.&lt;br /&gt;3. Evacuees and Gurus&lt;br /&gt;4. Women and Fathers.&lt;br /&gt;5. Officials and Genteelmen&lt;br /&gt;6. God's Things and Others&lt;br /&gt;7. Identity, Authority and Imagination.&lt;br /&gt;8. Gender.&lt;br /&gt;9. Class.&lt;br /&gt;10. Race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an investigative history work, which happens to focus on children's literature. The author has set himself an enormous task, and generally has done a very good job. This blog will return to review details of his argument from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Postscript.&lt;/span&gt; Adding this after reading three quarters of the book. It is brilliant, insightful, very dense. We agree on so many things. There are gaps, but only because an exhaustive account of these years is quite impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-3805215855152613668?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/3805215855152613668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/08/world-war-2-childrens-fiction.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/3805215855152613668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/3805215855152613668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/08/world-war-2-childrens-fiction.html' title='World War 2 Children&apos;s Fiction'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-1033446824987012233</id><published>2009-08-27T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T02:01:35.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAF Defford</title><content type='html'>The National Trust is renovating the surviving buildings at RAF Defford near Pershore, Worcestershire in association with the pleasure gardens at Croom Park. The old Sick Quarters now house the dining area and exhibitions. Work is going on to restore other nearby buildings. A short walk takes you to a redundant but well kept church, and gardens with the ultimate water feature, a scale model of the river Severn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Capability Brown parklands was developed into RAF Defford early in the second world war and was known chiefly for its testing of Radar apparatus developed by TRE (Telecommunications Research Establishment) in Malvern. This included Airborne Interception, on-plane devices that plotted the whereabouts of enemy aircraft, early warning radar, ground-plotting radar (H2S)to identify bombing targets for more accuracy, and so on. The Pathfinder squadron was developed here (Air Vice Marshall Bennett) so that high flying planes with H2S could pinpoint factories and mark them with coloured flares. This reduced the numbers of H2S equipment that might be shot down and copied by the enemy. The core of many of these devices, the magnetron oscillator, was after the war developed into microwave cookers. Much of the big radar equipment formed the basis of the Jodrell Bank observatory, and Sir Bernard Lovell, who worked with TRE, has always been a close friend of RAF Defford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description by Robin Brooks in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Herefordshire and Worcestershire Airfields in the Second World War&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-1033446824987012233?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/1033446824987012233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/08/raf-defford.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/1033446824987012233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/1033446824987012233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/08/raf-defford.html' title='RAF Defford'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-4032881294535503674</id><published>2009-08-04T23:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:31:08.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl guides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scouting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen Dudley Edwards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disability'/><title type='text'>Carol Forrest and the Girl Guides</title><content type='html'>Guiding was a favorite topic in stories for girls as it promoted independence, a can-do philosophy, and active citizenship. &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was Carol Forrest = Catherine Christian? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Owen Dudley Edwards, 715, index states that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Carol Forrest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;was a pseudonym for Catherine Christian,  formerly Mamie Muhlenkamp [I am seeking confirmation of this]  editor of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guide&lt;/span&gt; (but no evidence offered). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The copyright libraries do not make the connection. Neither does Google connect the two names, nor with "Mamie Muhlenkamp". Nevertheless, my mind is open but far from convinced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;See Catherine Christian, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Big Test: The Story of the Girl Guides in the World War, &lt;/span&gt;1947: The Guides Association. CC, born in 1901 was copiously writing guide stories before and during the war under her own name and used the pseudonym Patience Gilmour for a sequence of four books around 1935&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Marigolds Make Good (&lt;/span&gt;Blackie, 1937 - blurb&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;The Marigolds belong to a school, which has grown slack, and the new Head decrees that, school work coming first, the Marigolds must soon disband. Meantime fired with sudden enthusiasm, they carry on, more or less unofficially. In doing their first good deed they come in contact with a very understanding elderly friend and later with her granddaughter Andrea. Very soon follows a foolish excursion that misses being a tragedy only through Andrea's unexpected command of the gipsy language. Andrea, however, pays for her recklessness by a serious illness. The star turn of the Marigolds, however, comes when with much labour, and Andrea's capable assistance, they secure the happiness of old Ellie. This convincing bit of work earns the verdict, The Marigolds have made good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diana Takes a Chance (&lt;/span&gt;Blackie, 1940 - blurb&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;DIANA TREMAINE, living with her widowed mother at their lovely home, Grey Ladies, is a spoiled young person. She has everything she wants, and takes it for granted. Then circumstances change; the old house has to be sold; her mother marries again and goes with her husband to Australia, leaving Diana for the time being in charge of a small half-brother and sister. Diana finds herself in a poor part of London, fortunately with Keziah, devoted to her step-father's family, to help her to bear a heavy load of responsibility. She is a Ranger, but has never taken Guiding seriously; now in London, she meets Sally, another Ranger, a girl uneducated but full of the right spirit, and Sally's example does its share to bring out the best that is in Diana. Other friends play their part, not least, in his rather eccentric way, young David Rhys, doome to be a lawyer against his will. Life in London is not by any means as grim as Diana expected, and when at length the day comes for her to go with the youngsters to Australia, she leaves London and her varied circle there with regret.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODE features &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A House for Simon&lt;/span&gt; (1942). It is a strange book, but nevertheless rewarding. The hapless children of an artistic but incompetent father escape wartime Europe in the nick of time, arrive in London during the blitz and an actual air raid, find their guardian has gone to America, go to Dorking to find that that person has left and the house commandeered. So they set out to fend for themselves and fit out a derelict house. In the end their father returns to England but neglects to tell them since they seem to be getting on so well. As a story of survival during the war it is breathtaking, a story of endeavour, courage and determination. Many children were having to cope without fathers, and some without parents. Being passed from pillar to post was a common experience. For most child readers, what happened to them was not worse than what happened to these children: their coping could inspire others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Two Rebels and a Pilgrim, 1941 is also a curious story, about guides fed up with guiding. Protestors, rebels. The story takes them through a range of experiences which re-enervate them and give them backbone, self-belief and ownership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caravan School&lt;/span&gt; (1946), opens up a radical discussion of the purpose and nature of education, shortly after the 1944 Education Act. Education should be practical, based on craftsmanship rather than knowledge/information/regurgitation. There is a beautiful description of the building of a farm cart, made to last generations, but declared to be a declining art. Also, the craft of furniture making and similar are extolled. The children learn not in school but by roaming in a caravan with a radical relation, and end up in a new type of school which follows the enthusiams and craft skills, enthusing pupils by bringing in the best role models. The details are a bit stilted - they travel in the caravan with their aunt who has not admitted who she is, so the deception has to be sorted out at the end. This is shown as the device to get children thinking outside the box, and not just being dependent on adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Quest of the Curlews&lt;/span&gt; (1947, Newnes) features a team within the guides ("The Curlews")  getting involved with a disabled girl, Honor, as they try to regain access to a local wood to practise woodcraft after a hostile new owner moves in. Midge, a nervous girl, comes out of herself and prevents a dangerous accident, becoming a hero. Sonia, a little girl coming up from the brownies, was traumatised by being buried alive by a bomb which also killed her sister. She comes to terms with her fears a little. That brings us to the secret of Honor's disability, her back broken when, after rescuing Sonia from the bombed house, returned to fetch her sister only to have the house collapse around her. The book makes the very strong point that even if paralysed, people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can do&lt;/span&gt; a great deal and should not be written off. The curlew patrol finally feature in a film showing the range of things guides did during the war as examples of community involvement and service.&lt;br /&gt;Other books:&lt;br /&gt;Two Rebels and a Pilgrim, 1941&lt;br /&gt;The House of Simon, 1942&lt;br /&gt;The Patteran Patrol, 1944&lt;br /&gt;Fortune's Coin, 1945 (Lutterworth)&lt;br /&gt;Caravan School 1946.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-4032881294535503674?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/4032881294535503674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/08/carol-forrest-and-girl-guides.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/4032881294535503674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/4032881294535503674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/08/carol-forrest-and-girl-guides.html' title='Carol Forrest and the Girl Guides'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-4640625396968038313</id><published>2009-06-30T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:27:28.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Family from One End Street - Eve Garnett</title><content type='html'>A remarkable series of three books showing the lives and aspirations of an urban working class family, children (Lily Rose, Peg, Jo and Kate) of a refuse collector (Mr Ruddles) and his wife. We are introduced to the Black Hand Gang (innocent by today's standards). The first title was published before WW2. The second, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Further Adventures... &lt;/span&gt;takes the three youngest children into the country where they experience village life and farming, staying at the Dew Drop Inn. This book was written shortly after the first, but the manuscript was damaged, presumed destroyed, in a Blitz fire but was recovered and reconstructed in 1956. The children return to the Dew Drop on holiday in the third book of the series, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holiday at Dew Drop Inn&lt;/span&gt;. These books are not in print, which is a shame, since the writing is of good quality. The most common versions are by Puffin, the second and third made expensive by rarity. The writer (middle class) shows this working class family in a good light, hardworking, anxious to be clean and to better themselves whilst clearly being proud of their roles in life. The story is told with humour, to some extent laughing at most of the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the country, class and power are explored through the hoity-toity Lady of the Manor, Mrs Ayredale-Eskdale and her more amenable and paternalist daughter Alison. The shop keeper, for all her hidden qualities, seems to hate children. By introducing the city children to the countryside and farming, readers are encouraged to encounter, albeit from afar, wild flowers, farm animals and a rudimentary country code. This was a strong feature of children's books in the 1930s and 1940s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-4640625396968038313?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/4640625396968038313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-from-one-end-street-eve-garnett.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/4640625396968038313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/4640625396968038313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-from-one-end-street-eve-garnett.html' title='The Family from One End Street - Eve Garnett'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-8921146111056374515</id><published>2009-02-27T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T02:08:42.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey Aggression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Squirrel Called Rufus&lt;/span&gt; by Richard Church (1941) with illustrations by John Skeaping tells the story of a family of red squirrels suffering from grey squirrel aggression. The story deliberately mimics the rise of Hitler's Nazism. The bullying grey squirrel leader, Grey Gleam, uses a minor transgression by Rufus to annex the wood and annihilated the red squirrel opposition. He is helped by opportunists (Russet the fox) and self-serving double crossing quislings, represented by Murry the mouse. War develops, a red squirrel leader is chosen, leading to a final battle, single combat to the death, leading to the defeat of the grey squirrel aggression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;He is Grey Gleam, the killer. He is the cleverst, most treacherous, and most strong of the lot. If the grey squirrels can be said to have a leader, it is he. Only a sqirrel of his powers could keep them together. But once organized, they are an enemy to be reckoned with. And it seems that he is leading them in this attack, which you and your unfortunate friend set in motion by your assault on Grey Gleam's larder. They were waiting for such an excuse, so that the blame could be put on the red squirrels for starting the quarrel. Now they will not rest, day or night, until we are driven out of the woods to south and west. For already the centre and east are theirs. Bit by bit they have penetrated, settling there under the mantle of peace, working secretly and methodically. Ah, my boy, we are much to blame. We have let them drive ahead, and we have rested on the past and its glory...&lt;br /&gt;Speeches won't mend matters, lads. We must be up and doing. Now what next? I'll tell you. We've a job in front of us that needs every ounce of cunning and wood lore you possess. (103-4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-8921146111056374515?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/8921146111056374515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/02/grey-aggression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/8921146111056374515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/8921146111056374515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/02/grey-aggression.html' title='Grey Aggression'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-272538048776956752</id><published>2009-02-15T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:53:11.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resistance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socialism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><title type='text'>Underground Europe Calling</title><content type='html'>A book of this title was written by Oscar Paul (pseudonum for &lt;a class="normalBlackFont1"&gt;Oscar &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="normalBlackFont1"&gt;Pollak, born 1893)&lt;/a&gt;, former &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;editor&lt;/span&gt; of the Vienna  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Arbeiter&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zeitung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(workers newspaper), a socialist paper, published early in 1942 by Victor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gollancz&lt;/span&gt;. Clearly he was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;editor&lt;/span&gt; in exile. This is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt; book, certain that the rule of fascism would be ended by a workers revolution. In a sense, the task of defeating Nazism was a massive one, given the Nazi machinery that had been established. The story emerges of how the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;, the working and middle classes, would pull together to put right the ravages of war after the war was over. The author was deliberately vague about whether capitalism would be overturned - that would be the decision of the revolution itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a tragedy that ordinary decent people in Germany and Austria did not rise up in protest about what they clearly knew - as some did in Poland, Denmark and Norway. To rise up was to commit suicide and endanger one's family. Acts of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;resistance&lt;/span&gt; had to be small and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;unnoticeable&lt;/span&gt;, or at least untraceable. Unfortunately one had to be brave even to consider it, and the result was no opposition to a murderous ruling class. Paul ended his vision by looking after the war to how ordinary people would come together in international rebuilding. The former enemy would be clothed, housed and fed as fellow workers worthy of solidarity. We think of German and Japanese reconstruction, of the Berlin air lift. The sense of healing and reconsiliation during the early decades after the war was remarkable. The grossly guilty, Mengele, Eichmann, Goering and the others, were pursued but many others were re-educated and returned to a productive life. This book suggests that a new labour movement will emerge after the war, that there is no return to the status quo before Fascism. This movement should grow beyond national borders so it will operate in a pan-European and global theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the post-war period, in Britain, austerity still continued, food and manufactured goods were in short supply, and land-girls were still needed up to 1951. People may have wanted to forget the war as quickly as possible, but the effects of war affected everyone's lives. David Kynaston's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A World to Build: Austerity Britain 1945-48&lt;/span&gt; is a good next place to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-272538048776956752?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/272538048776956752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/02/underground-europe-calling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/272538048776956752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/272538048776956752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/02/underground-europe-calling.html' title='Underground Europe Calling'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-9114113064289981636</id><published>2009-02-08T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:43:00.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1930s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>James Lennox Kerr / Peter Dawlish</title><content type='html'>For years, my wife and I tracked down the books of Peter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dawlish&lt;/span&gt;, written throughout the 1930s to 1960s, mostly about boats and the sea. Chance, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;, helps us to identify him with James &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lennox&lt;/span&gt; Kerr, the son in law of the artist &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lamorna&lt;/span&gt; Birch. You will find my version of his life (checked by his son) on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;. Ironically my wife and I  discovered that we had unknowingly walked past his former house (he died in 1963) every year for 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy had run away to sea as a  in Glasgow and had recorded many of his adventures in his later fiction, as well as writing three autobiographies, one of a year tramping around America as a hobo (1930), another of a family journey to Scotland in a home-converted boat (1938), the third an account of his life up to the beginning of his writing career (1942). His fiction in the 1930s is for adults, about his home in Scotland, others about Australia. It has a social agenda, with hard-hitting critique. He also in this decade wrote (as Gavin Douglas, a good Scottish name) a series of crime thrillers at sea, most featuring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;irascible&lt;/span&gt; Captain Sampson (who had an officer called Kerr!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His early children's books were in his own name. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Eye of the North&lt;/span&gt; took a young man across America and Canada (much as he had done as a hobo) to find his father, dodging and evil villain who almost does for him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Blackspit Smugglers&lt;/span&gt; tells of a boy foiling a complex smuggling operation, again at risk of his own life. The illustrations are by Rowland Hilder so the early edition is worth having for those along. The third was a 'first tripper' tale, a do-it-yourself how to go to sea. Told as fact ('my first trip') it is in fact fiction. The ship was called Nantewas, the name of a cottage in his home village that he and I have stayed in, indeed the place where his new little son was born. That son went to sea himself, a hydrographer, and we were able to reminisce eating outside the cottage called Nantewas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Kerr took out a new book contract with Oxford University Press, and perhaps to hide the fact from his original publisher Nelson, he used the psuedonym Peter Dawlish. Why that name I do not know. Dawlish is a seafaring town, perhaps. His new irascible captain was called Peg-Leg, who had several adventures at war (pre-second world war, with a fictional enemy), minesweeping and sealing. By the beginning of the war he was a well known writer under each of his three names. His final PegLeg books, published in 1940, give more than a hint that he knew that war was inevitable, and that he would have a role to play. Still a seafarer, he joined up in the Royal Navy Volunteer Reserves, to serve on minesweepers, help at Dunkirk, and other such duties. This put an end to publications, if not to writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publications began to flow again after the war in all three names. He is best known for his next series about five boys restoring and sailing a French crabber which they called Dauntless (though other names are used in translations). These are stories of intrepid seafaring by this teenage group, with precise nautical detail and superb illustrations. This in my view is far better work than Arthur Ransome, whose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great Northern&lt;/span&gt; (1948) overlapped the series. Other books were used widely in schools - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aztec Gold&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Martin Froblisher, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Young Drake of Devon, He Sailed with Drake &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Boy Jacko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;There were also a number of non fiction books for schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;His writing for adults included stories (especially as Gavin Douglas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, war commemorative books such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wavy Navy&lt;/span&gt;, and biography. He died in 1963.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A complete list of publications is given at http://eprints.worc.ac.uk/248.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-9114113064289981636?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/9114113064289981636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/02/james-lennox-kerr-peter-dawlish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/9114113064289981636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/9114113064289981636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/02/james-lennox-kerr-peter-dawlish.html' title='James Lennox Kerr / Peter Dawlish'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-5579602733147648307</id><published>2009-02-08T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:35:40.299-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aims'/><title type='text'>Aims of  blog - read first.</title><content type='html'>This is a place for me to scribble about anything I come across about the period 1930-1960. Pre-war to post-war world war 2. I am interested in social history, literature, children's literature and the war itself. These labels will be used consistently so you can sort posts by using the labels. I have a wide range of original documents and books written in this period, but I will largely keep away from secondary books written about the period. It will be more byways than highways. Happy to publish your comments if you have something to add.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-5579602733147648307?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/5579602733147648307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/02/aims-of-blog-read-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/5579602733147648307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/5579602733147648307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/02/aims-of-blog-read-first.html' title='Aims of  blog - read first.'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566636188890160796.post-2835797424824473077</id><published>2009-02-08T04:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T04:21:27.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a new blog</title><content type='html'>Please return from time to time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566636188890160796-2835797424824473077?l=1930-1960.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/feeds/2835797424824473077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/2835797424824473077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566636188890160796/posts/default/2835797424824473077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1930-1960.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-new-blog.html' title='This is a new blog'/><author><name>Stephen Bigger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
