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The Mavericks… better every time… and better still!

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The Mavericks… better every time… and better still!

What an amazing weekend… I think it is going to take me a while to remember all that has happened and process all the memories, thoughts and feelings. As you may know I am a great fan of the Mavericks, a band which defies descriptions or pigeon-holing into a genre. Their music… rock? Country? Latin flavour? If you haven’t already come across them, or if you only know the classic ‘Dance The Night Away’, then you are in for a treat… youtube them and watch, listen and fall in love!

They are extraordinary in another way too… yes their music is sensational, yes you can’t help but dance to it, marvel at the melodies, love the lyrics, be blown away by the sound and the groove, but they somehow are able to engender real friendship among their fans.

DSCF3151Four friends who have found their friendship through the Mavericks

On Friday I went to see them in Manchester with Jenna and Hannah, great chums of mine – we have met each other through our love of the band and their music. They played in the Bridgwater Hall, a very prestigious venue. We stayed over and then went to Birmingham, where we saw them again in the Birmingham Symphony Hall… and I may have thought they were the best I had ever heard them on Friday… but they were impossibly better on Saturday.

DSCF3160The incomparable Raul Malo

DSCF3162Raul is a man of incredible  talent and charisma

Word of the day – lobby

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Word of the day – lobby

Lobby, what a funny sounding word when you say it, lobby lobby lobby. A lobby is a small hall or entrance area although I’m not sure many people call it that any more. Of course it is used in parliament, and anyone wanting to press their MPs for some cause lobby them, because  originally they would have been waiting in the lobby to speak to them. In fact, anyone trying to raise awareness of an issue or to press their case lobbies the person or company or business they think can help them. It sounds like a good old English word, but in fact it comes from Latin, lobia… but that may have been a mediaeval Latinisation of an old German word.

What I didn’t know was that lobby is also a Staffordshire dish (food not pottery) called lobby; it is a beef stew with lots of root vegetables, hearty and warming. In hard times the meat would be less or non-existent. I’ve found a reference to a Lancashire lobby made with corned beef and potatoes, and there is the Liverpool dish called lobscouse for which there must be as many recipes as there are people who make it! It was brought to Liverpool by Dutch and Scandinavian sailors who made a stew on their ships from meat and vegetables.

Mr Moonlight

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Mr Moonlight

On my trail to find more about my family tree I came across the delightful name of Moonlight! Yes, it is an actual name. John and William Moonlight appear in the 1851 census, both born in Scotland, one living in Withyham, East Grinstead, the other was visiting  Portsea Island where my husband’s family came from. John was an agricultural labourer born in 1829, and William was a tailor born in 1827.

By 1861, William is recorded s lodging in Harlow, still a tailor, and no mention on the census of being married. In this census there is a John Moonlight recorded, probably the same man as his birth is recorded as 1830 – and some people were very hazy over their age in those days. John is a dock worker now, has a wife, Alice who is nine years younger than him, and a baby boy Thomas, not even a year old. Also lodging in the same house is a young woman who I guess is his sister, Elizabeth, who was also born in Scotland.

There are another family of Moonlights, all born in Ainsworth, Lancashire, and all cotton weavers;  Henry 44, his wife Martha 45, and children John, 24, Levi, 19, and Henry junior, 15. (What a great name Levi Moonlight – and people complain I have extraordinary names in my novels!) Another family, this time in Chorlton-upon-Medlock in Manchester, have children Sarah, 4, and baby Edward, but the parents surname is written as Mannios… now they are born in Ireland and I’m guessing that the enumerator couldn’t understand their accent. The father is William aged 29 and a leather worker, his wife’s name is difficult to read but maybe Helen or it maybe an Irish name that the enumerator couldn’t work out. It doesn’t say where in Ireland they come from… maybe I can find out more on the 1871 census, if they are still in England!

Well… 1871 census… the only Moonlights are the Liverpool family, John, Alice, Thomas and now little Agnes aged 6. Where have the others gone? Back to Ireland or Scotland? Who knows?! By 1881 only young Thomas, still living in the Mount Pleasant area of Liverpool, now a butcher with a young wife Catherine, only Thomas appears on the census.

Until I look at death records I won’t know for sure, but looking at the 1891 census, Catherine Moonlight, wife of Thomas the butcher is alone as a lodger… where is Thomas? Gone to Ireland to see his family? Joined the navy? Died? Meanwhile, up in Sunderland a new family of Moonlights have appeared: Isabella born in 1856 in Scotland, and her children George, 23,  William, 21,  Isabella, 19,  and Jane, 14, also born in Scotland, and their young brother, Charles aged 12 and born in Durhamshire. The oder boys are tailors, Isabella is a milliner and the younger two are at school. I wonder if Alexander H.S. Moonlight, also a tailor and living not far away in Durham is another brother? he has a wife, Mary, who at 20 is five years younger than he is.

I was worrying about the absence of Thomas, husband of Catherine when I looked up the 1891 census. Well here he is, bold as brass in 1901, still a butcher… but now with a different wife, Mary! There is a Catherine Moonlight, a laundress and lodge living somewhere else, but her date of birth is different from Thomas’s original wife… however that doesn’t necessarily mean anything as people, especially poorly educated people were not always sure of their dates of birth. This is a mystery that needs exploring!

Up in Sunderland Isabella and her family are flourishing. She is living alone with her son Charles who, like his brothers is a tailor. Alexander, who may or may not be Isabella’ son, because now his place of birth is noted as Ireland  is married to Mary. Thee is a new piece of information on the record, infirmity… and both Alexander and Mary are deaf and dumb and have been from childhood. They have two little children, Ernest,8,  and Elizabeth, 3, neither of whom has a mention of any infirmity…. however, in another family, Elizabeth Crozier and her grown up children, Frederick, Stanley and Sally, who are all mentioned as being deaf and dumb, there is a little granddaughter Violet Moonlight, aged 3…  Frederick is a plater, Stanley is a ship’s joiner, Sally is a laundress,

Isabella’s other son, William is now married to Annie and they have children too, Elizabeth and Norman Lyndsay,  aged 1 and 5.

The last census I can access, 1911 and here are 17 Moonlights recorded. Isabella is still alive up in the north-east, now aged 76; she is living with her daughter Jane and two grandchildren Linda aged 6 and little 5 month-old Sheila. Isabella’s son and daughter-in-law William and Annie have experienced some sadness; two of their five children died, however Norman is now working as an office boy for a ship brokers and coal exporter, Elizabeth is at school and Isabella named after her grandmother and aunty is aged 5.

Alexander, who might be Isabella’s son, has his full name revealed in this census, Alexander Horatio Smart Moonlight! Another grand name! They have also lost a child, but Ernest Horatio is an apprentice electrician and Elizabeth Violet is at school. Isabella’s son George is now living in Bolton, Lancashire, still a tailor and married to a Scots girl, Janet; they have two children, George and Marion.

I could write so much more about the family with the beautiful name, maybe another time, but what is interesting is the way the occupations and names have changed over the years. Agricultural and dock labourers, cotton spinners, platers, ships’ joiners, coal exporters’ apprentice electrician,… it reflects nearly a century of change. The names too, from William and John and George, Mary and Martha to Ernest, Sally, Norman, Marian, Sheila and Linda; however if you look at birth announcements today it has gone full circle, now we have George and William Thomas, and Mary and Martha and Isabella! Plus ça change!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tragic record in the Book of Common Prayer

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The owner of this Prayer Book made diary entries of significant events; you may just be able to make out the bottom entry ‘Southerly gale 28:11:54, South Goodwin Lightship lost on Goodwin Sands’.

The Goodwin Sands is a treacherous sandbank off the east coast of Kent, in the Straits of Dover and ever since people first crossed the English Channel in boats, there have been shipwrecks here, including Viking longboats, galleons and liners. However on the night of Saturday, November 27th 1954,   gales of 80 mph raged up the Channel and the South Goodwin Lightship, LV 90, broke from her anchors and became stranded on the Goodwin Sands. The lightship, as you can guess was like a floating lighthouse, positioned to warn shipping in the busiest strait in the world, of the very danger that the South Goodwin Lightship met herself.

The captain was Tom Skipp, and no doubt on that dreadful night, he and his crew were doing all they could to keep the lightship steady and themselves safe. At about 1 o’clock in the morning the cable snapped and the ship broke free; nearby was its sister ship the East Goodwin  Lightship LV12 and the crew saw LV90 had detached itself from its cable and was being swept away. There was nothing they could do.  The LV90 foundered on the sands and fell on its side, trapping the crew beneath decks, all except one man who managed to get out of a skylight and hang on.

Lifeboats from Dover and Ramsgate were launched into the foul night, and a helicopter from  Manston tried to find the stricken vessel, and by some miracle it found the capsized lightship as dawn rose. The helicopter crew managed to rescue Ronald Murton, the sole survivor, but sadly the rest of the crew was lost and were never seen again. It must have been traumatic beyond imagining for Ronald as he knew that when he was lifted to safety, the crew were still alive and trapped inside.  There are still traces of the lightship on the Goodwin Sands which can be seen when the tide is low enough.

The ghastly news must have been broadcast on the radio and the owner of the Prayer Book, living so close to the sea and knowing what havoc bad weather could cause must have noted down the details. 

Photo0298The diary entry at the bottom of this page just says ‘Flood East Coast 31.1.53′. On January 31st 1953 there was a horrific sea surge which affected the countries along the North Sea causing huge loss of life. 2,551 people are known to have drowned, 1836 in the Netherlands, 307 in England, 28 in Belgium, 19 in Scotland and others at sea. In England 30,000 people had to leave their homes and 24,000 homes were damaged. The owner of this Prayer Book lived in Kingston Seymour on the west coast of England, a little village which had suffered many floods over the hundreds of years of its existence; there is a plaque in the church commemorating the devastating tsunami of 1607 which I am sure the owner of the Prayer Book would have looked at many times, particularly after the events on the last day of January in 1953

Hello Birmingham!!

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Hello Birmingham!!

Last night the Mavericks in Manchester, tonight the Mavericks in one of my favourite cities, Birmingham! They are playing in he Symphony Hall where I saw Raul Malo, their lead singer when he was on tour with the Transatlantic sessions, a year or so ago. That had been a fabulous night, with the best folk musicians from both sides of the Atlantic, now the best band in the world are playing there tonight.

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The Mavericks have got back together after an intermission of quite a few years, and are better than ever. If you don’t know heir music then give yourself a treat and discover it! Not just their famous chart-toppers, ‘Dance the Night Away’ and ‘Oh What a Crying Shame’, but so much more music, I’m not exaggerating in saying they’ve recorded hundreds of wonderful songs. Their latest album, ‘In Time’ is their best yet, and if you haven’t a copy, then rush out and get one!

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OK, this is the final one!

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img027This is my final cover for my book for reluctant readers. It has come out paler than I wanted… but it is the best I can do. The font is Harpune, which I have used for my three children’s books, I wanted a consistent look to them. This, by the way, is the story of a boy who is pursued by three dangerous looking men dressed in black; he doesn’t know what they want but he has had such a run of bad luck recently he can’t imagine it is anything very good. I wrote it for young people aged 12-15 who are perfectly good readers but just don’t like doing so.

Betjeman

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Betjeman

I confess that I am shockingly ignorant of John Betjeman’s poem; he was a much loved Poet Laureate; my featured image is of the statue of him by Paul Day at St Pancras Station London, a place he helped save, thank goodness from the vandals of post-war Britain. He was passionate about Victorian architecture and helped save many glorious buildings and monuments as a founder member of the Victorian Society.

I know of his poems, ‘A Subalterns’s Love Song’ about Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, ‘Summoned by Bells’, ‘Slough’ with the much quoted opening line, “Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough…” But I had never come across this one:

Ireland With Emily

John Betjeman

Bells are booming down the bohreens,
White the mist along the grass,
Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens
Move between the fields to Mass.
Twisted trees of small green apple
Guard the decent whitewashed chapel,
Gilded gates and doorway grained,
Pointed windows richly stained
With many-coloured Munich glass.

See the black-shawled congregations
On the broidered vestment gaze
Murmer past the painted stations
As Thy Sacred Heart displays
Lush Kildare of scented meadows,
Roscommon, thin in ash-tree shadows,
And Westmeath the lake-reflected,
Spreading Leix the hill-protected,
Kneeling all in silver haze?

In yews and woodbine, walls and guelder,
Nettle-deep the faithful rest,
Winding leagues of flowering elder,
Sycamore with ivy dressed,
Ruins in demesnes deserted,
Bog-surrounded bramble-skirted -
Townlands rich or townlands mean as
These, oh, counties of them screen us
In the Kingdom of the West.

Stony seaboard, far and foreign,
Stony hills poured over space,
Stony outcrop of the Burren,
Stones in every fertile place,
Little fields with boulders dotted,
Grey-stone shoulders saffron-spotted,
Stone-walled cabins thatched with reeds,
Where a Stone Age people breeds
The last of Europe's stone age race.

Has it held, the warm June weather?
Draining shallow sea-pools dry,
When we bicycled together
Down the bohreens fuchsia-high.
Till there rose, abrupt and lonely,
A ruined abbey, chancel only,
Lichen-crusted, time-befriended,
Soared the arches, splayed and splendid,
Romanesque against the sky.

There in pinnacled protection,
One extinguished family waits
A Church of Ireland resurrection
By the broken, rusty gates.
Sheepswool, straw and droppings cover,
Graves of spinster, rake and lover,
Whose fantastic mausoleum,
Sings its own seablown Te Deum,
In and out the slipping slates.

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