Month: March 2025

A Few More Oddities

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A few more bookshop delights and surprises….

Some (actually quite a few if I’m honest) books come into the shop in such bad condition they can’t be sold. Most end up in re-cycling but a few have such lovely plates (pictures) that the Best Beloved can make something of them.

Because we get quite a few donations of paintings – yes I don’t know why they are given to a bookshop either – we have an art sale about twice a year and we will add in these little delights.

And, we also get picture frames donated so the BB had these three to play with…

They are from the 1905 edition of The Water Babies and are the work of Katharine Cameron. And it is true that images of naked children were more innocent in those days.

Anyway, you may be interested to know that Katharine Cameron (1874-1965) ‘studied at the Glasgow School of Art where she became part of a group of artist-friends known as ‘The Immortals’, which included sisters Margaret and Frances Macdonald and Charles Rennie Mackintosh. She later attended the Académie Colarossi’s in Paris and made frequent study trips to Italy. She is best known for her sensitive flower and landscape paintings, etchings and book illustrations. Katharine was a member of the Royal Scottish Watercolour Society.’ (National Galleries of Scotland).

She is second on the right of the middle row of this photo of The Immortals.

The next oddity is from lives a lot less rarified than the Scottish artists.

Judging by the stationer’s imprint and the name and address at the back of the book, this was a log of Sheffield workers’ hours and payments kept by a Mr Hunt who lived at 302 Staniforth Road, Attercliffe, Sheffield. This was not a difficult deduction.

It begins in July 1914, and finishes when the book is full in August 1917.

I assumed they were all men and worked in a protected industry which could well have been a related to steel in some way or another, it being Sheffield.

And then I thought, of course I could be wrong and it could be a workforce of women taking over jobs ‘left’ by men fighting in the war.

I liked that idea and conjured up all sorts of mental images of feisty women and their stories, but a more detailed look (by the Best Beloved) ‘unearthed’ this at the back of the book and more references to furnacemen at the front.

Interestingly, as I say at least to me, there is a knife-making company called Samuel Staniforth making knives who say they were established in 1864. I am temped to contact them and see if they are interested in this part of their history. https://www.s-staniforth.co.uk

There are some handy wages tables at the back ‘calculated to the nearest fraction of a farthing’ and in terms of hours, go up to 57 hours a week.

Whoever C Wise was, he is present from the beginning to the end. (But W Wise, makes only one entry right at the beginning. 

I am speculating of course, but could be father and son….)

In 1914 he was earning £2 and two shillings, but by 1917 was on £3/19/6d.

Interestingly, at least to me, is that although there are smatterings of records advance in wages throughout the book, many of the men took at advance in June 1915, August 1916 and April 1917.

I was thinking that this coincided with Wakes Weeks. A particularly northern tradition which started in the Industrial Revolution and was when the factory/works was closed for a week, quite often for maintenance work.

And they were, certainly originally, unpaid weeks so you would need an advance if you were going anywhere.

As a child I remember Wakes Weeks in the cotton mills in the Lancashire town where I was born – and the tradition was to go to Blackpool.

So popular was it that in the peak of Wakes Weeks in the 1860s (and no, I don’t remember that ) 23,000 holidaymakers left the town of Oldham alone, and headed to Blackpool.

Or, if you were better off, Morecambe Bay.

Wakes Week in Blackpool with the tower in the background

Should you want to know more https://northernlifemagazine.co.uk/wonderful-wakes-week/

There were some wage advances recorded in the book in the run up to Christmas but were for a lot less money than the holiday demand.

Except, that was my theory until I checked the dates and, no, the factory/works was not closed for the following week, and the same men were recorded as working and for much the same number of hours.

So, it remains a mystery.

Another Oxfam mystery, however, was solved by a very nice auctioneer who helps us out with some of our oddities.

These were donated by a friend and some have ended up in an auction, but one of them was locked.

The nice man brought down his box of keys acquired over the years and I spent a pleasant but fruitless couple of hours trying to find one that worked. ( And indeed, watching the Brummie Lockpicker on YouTube.)

The nice man had said he thought it was a carte de visit holder and took it away to try and sell it for us.

He realised ( as probably I should have) that it wasn’t a lock as such and you could get it open.

And here is what he found:

Apparently,

‘It is a ladies etui case still containing a few of the original implements. 
Ivory writing tablet
Pencil
Combined ear scoop and toothpick.

When looking at it under a glass it was evident that the lock does not require a key. The centre pin is on a spring and just needs pushing down to open.’

Rootling around in the bottom of capacious shoulder bags over the years, I’ve all sorts of forgotten things – and indeed notebooks and pencils – but never a, presumably ever-useful, ear scoop and toothpick

A Few Oddities

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Like most jobs the work of an Oxfam volunteer has a lot of routine stuff in it – but oddities, strange things, little gems and surprises make it all worthwhile – well most of it anyway.

So rather than bore you with an account of the routine, but necessary, stuff that needs to be done to keep the shop alive – though I could tell you about the alphabetical ordering of paperback fiction, the donations of souvenir books of people’s travels ( and indeed who in Petersfield will buy a glossy book of photos of Nebraska ) – I will instead delight you with some of the oddities.

First up, and an exception to the rule as above, a little paperback survivor of book on Lucerne and its surroundings.

I looked up Polytechnic Conducted Tours and found this:

The Polytechnic Touring Association was a travel agency which emerged from the efforts of the Regent Street Polytechnic (now University of Westminster) to arrange UK and foreign holidays for students and members of that institution.[1] The PTA became an independent company – though still with close links to the Polytechnic – in 1911. Later it changed its name to Poly Travel, before being acquired in 1962 along with the firm Sir Henry Lunn Ltd. A few years later, the two firms were merged and eventually rebranded as Lunn Poly (and later on as Thomson Holidays). The PTA was one of a number of British travel agencies formed in the latter part of the 19th century, following on from the pioneering efforts of Thomas Cook. ( Wikipedia)

Next up is another little book which I think falls into the categories of ‘there is a book out there on any subject under the sun and if you wait long enough, it will come into the Petersfield Oxfam bookshop. Along with people have unusual passions, and find the time to write a book about it. (This latter category includes, by way of example, a book on post boxes in Devon, and a book on fishing with bamboo rods.)

And this one….

Anyway, where was I. Apparently wandering around the graveyards, or ‘God’s Acres’ of the country.

Where, according to Horatio Edward Norfolk, ‘ the mind of of even the most careless man should be directed into a train of serious and healthy reflection’.

He does pontificate rather:

And here are some samples of what he found:

Ouch
and ouch again
May she indeed! I am assuming/hoping some of those 24 children were ‘inherited’ from a previous wife….
No name for the genteel lady on a small income – the story of her life

couldn’t miss a book person
and some of them a heartbreaking

Presumably, as this was found in an Oxfordshire churchyard and not London, it was the plague outbreak of that year which killed them all, rather than the Great Fire of London.

I have a few more oddities to tell you about but in the interest of bite-sized pieces, I will leave them until next time.

Shipwreck Celebrations

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Whilst we were in Malta, it was the celebration of  the extended holiday on the island of St Paul who, perhaps unsurprisingly, became their patron saint.

Apparently he got shipwrecked there in a February though it is not entirely clear which one( As I said before, we probably should have checked the weather before we booked a February trip – shipwrecking month).

He was there, so it is said, for three months before carrying on to Rome to plead his case against being arrested in Jerusalem.

He had been accused of defiling the temple by bringing gentiles within its precincts and apparently 40 jewish locals said they would eat or drink nothing until they had killed him.

Luckily for him, his nephew hears of this plot and Paul was given a protective escort and sent off to Felix governor of Caesarea who put him under house arrest but gave orders that his friends could look after him well and he wasn’t to suffer hardship. For two years.

No snap legal decisions then.

But Felix was replaced by Festus who said Paul should be hauled back to Jerusalem and face the music. 

Paul exercised his right as a Roman citizen to ‘appeal unto caesar’ and, btw, being a Roman citizen had also prevented him from being flogged. 

So, off he sets and gets shipwrecked on Malta with 275 companions. Rather a precise number you may think to be sure of after all this time but then there are people who believe the world was literally created in seven days.

I don’t know about you, but I‘d be hard pressed to muster 275 companions never mind saying to them that they should accompany me on a perilous journey to Rome where Christians were not, shall we say, universally liked/tolerated/allowed to live…

Anyway, they swim ashore from their shipwreck and make it to land where they are found by locals who despite them being wet and foreign, warm them by a fire and give them food – yes all 275 of them….

A snake appears roused by the warmth of the fire, and bites Paul on the arm.

The previously welcoming locals take fright and assume this is a sign of an evil person, but when Paul carries on talking ( I am guessing a bit of preaching thrown in) with no ill-effects they change back to being welcoming locals, and indeed are impressed.

Paul manages to convert the whole island ( and its small neighbour Gozo) within his three months and according to the locals, find time to bathe in St Paul’s bay – well why not.

This landing on Malta is mentioned in the Bible’s Acts of the Apostles ( my auto correct just had that as Scots of the Apostles which may indeed have been a more interesting story) so the Maltese have something to point to.

Just to finish the story, he does make it to Rome where he is again under a rather lenient house arrest for two years until he a) dies in a fire b) was martyred but its is not explained how exactly or c) was ‘slewn by Nero’. I am guessing on the orders of rather than directly but then who knows with Nero.

Meanwhile, the Maltese have annual celebration involving a lot of fireworks, some processions, busy buses with people on a day off, and eating prinulatta which is I am told some almond-based dessert always eaten on St Paul’s day. ( I am not a sweet-eating person or I would have done more investigation and found you a recipe….)

Just one last thing, another source I have just found says Paul had 274 companions. Just wanted you to know there are some aspects of this story which don’t necessarily add up.

And whilst on the subject of shipwrecks, guess what just got donated to our bookshop.