#823 theoldmortuary ponders

I’m not entirely sure where this blog is going today. After a morning of rather dull admin I gave myself a little break and did some test printing and gave some new watercolours a bit of a run out as a reward for tasks achieved.  A little digital tweaking and I created this header post. Big thanks to everyone who responded so positively to yesterday’s blog, I love feedback, you all make my pondering a positive experience.

#822 theoldmortuary ponders.

I suppose yesterday’s blog was loosely about books and today’s mild ponder is also about a book, one that I have not read.

A quote from this book was shared with my book group and I felt that I disagreed with the writer to some degree.

It didn’t exactly keep me up all night but now I am going to have to read the book and see why the author felt the need to take such a cavalier attitude to her past. It is my safe past experiences that give me the confidence to press on into the cloud, as she puts it, of the future. Like many people not everything in my past was fabulous, but all past experience is useful. I suppose what shocks me is that she considers past experience to be ‘ dead’. It is unalterable, but surely it is as alive and vivid as I allow it to be.

And this is exactly why I have a book pile problem. This quote will piss me off until I have read the whole book. Pondering. Is it ever possible to turn it off?

And this is why my book piles are out of control…

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Greenway

Visiting a famous author’s home, when I hadn’t read one of her books for more than 40 years, felt a lot like attending a lecture without doing my homework. In my defence this was always a reconnaissance visit, to get the measure of the place before we brought other people here. In between times I will read some Agatha Christie and watch some film and T.V adaptations.

There are other stories attached to Greenway that I can recount without feeling hopelessly under-researched. The house is on the river Dart almost opposite Dartmouth. The estate was once the home of Sir Walter Raleigh the man who brought tobacco and the smoking habit, from his travels in America in the 16th century. Sir Walter was taking a crafty puff down by his boatshed, when it is said a servant thought he was on fire and pushed him into the river. He would have been gazing out at the Anchor Stone/Point, a rocky outcrop in the middle of the river that is never fully submerged.

In medieval times women, who were accused of being gossips or fornicators, were rowed out to the rock and left there for a full circuit of tide changes, to give them time to think about their misdeeds. I must presume the rowers were men, who of course, are never known to gossip or fornicate.

Fornication takes me rather neatly to the last non- Agatha story that I picked up.

During WW2  the U.S Coastguard service were stationed at Greenways which had been requisitioned by the British Government during the war. U.S personnel were there to prepare for the D Day Landings.

Flotilla #10 had a talented artist Lt Marshall Lee in it’s midst. He painted a mural depicting the deployments of Flotilla #10 during the U.S involvement during the later parts of WW2.

Beautifully rendered paintings of the locations where they had been stationed.

Leading up, we must assume, to some traditional R and R.

Never fully fleshed out it seems. Which makes me ask a question.

Did Lt Marshall Lee not survive the D Day landings to finish his masterpiece. Or did the carnal or other delights of Dartmouth put him off his brush strokes. I really hope it was the latter and that his earthly delights were not dragged off to the anchor rock for punishment.

Hats and an early mobile phone at Greenway

P.S This is why I love to blog,  just a little digging found me this lovely nugget of information.  Do read it.

https://www.pulpartists.com/Lee.html

M. LINCOLN LEE

(1921-2010)

Marshall Lincoln Lee was born February 12, 1921 in Brooklyn, NY. His father, Jack Lee, was born 1887 in Russia and came to America in 1895. His mother, Ruth Lee, was born in 1897 in NYC of Polish ancestry. His parents married in 1916 and had two children. His older sister Doris Lee was born in 1918. They lived at 350 Fort Washington Avenue in the Washington Heights section of uppermost Manhattan. His father owned and operated an automobile garage.

As the family grew prosperous they moved to 117 Glover Avenue in Yonkers. NY, a suburb just north of the Bronx.

On November 16, 1929 his father died at the age of forty-three. His mother supported the family by working as a stenographer at a newspaper.

He had a natural talent for drawing and became interested in a career as a commercial artist while working in the newspaper pressroom during summer vacations.

IN June of 1936 he graduated from Yonkers High School.

In September of 1936 he began to attend the Pratt Institute in Brooklyn. He studied illustration with Nicholas Reilly and H. Winfield Scott. Two of his fellow classmates were Sam Savitts and Attilio Sinagra. During his senior year he was elected Class Vice president.

In June of 1939 he graduated from Pratt. He moved to 50 Commerce Street in Lower Manhattan and began to work as a free-lance commercial artist.

His illustrations appeared in Red Mask Detective Stories, Five Novels Monthly, Clues Detective Stories, The Lone Eagle, The Avenger, Jungle Stories, Two-Complete Detective Books, Ten Detective Aces, Baseball Stories, and Action Stories.

During WWII he enlisted in the U. S. Coast Guard Reserve. Several other artists also served in this branch of the military during WWII, such as Herman VestalRafael AstaritaJohn Falter, and Frederick Blakeslee, as well as the pulp magazine publisher Harry Steeger.

He was promoted to Lieutenant and was made Commanding Officer of the U.S.S. LCI(L)-96, which stands for Landing Craft, Infantry (Large). His ship participated in the North African occupation in Tunisia and afterwards landed troops at Salerno during the invasion of Sicily.

In January 1944 they were stationed in England in preparation for D-Day. Many large British manor homes were requisitioned by the military for the duration, and he was among several officers billeted at the country estate of Agatha Christie near the Royal Naval College at Dartmouth. Lt. M. Lincoln Lee painted a decorative mural in the library, which served as a recreation room. His mural depicted the worldwide exploits of his ship, the U.S.S. LCI(L)-96. When the famous mystery author finally returned the Admiralty apologized for the mural and offered to paint it over, but Agatha Christie said, “No, it’s a piece of history. I would like to keep it.” She spent nearly every summer at the home for the rest of her life.

On June 6, 1944 the U.S.S. LCI(L)-96 participated in the Normandy Invasion at Utah Beach. After D-Day he became Harbor Master at the Port of Cherbourg, and then went to SHAEF HQ in Frankfurt-am-Main.

After his honorable discharge in 1946 he became the U.S. Director of Inter-Allied Cultural Relations in Europe.

In 1948 he returned to New York City and resumed his career in publishing. He became an award-winning book designer. He lived at 219 East 69th Street in the affluent Upper East Side of Manhattan.

By 1952 he was a college professor teaching book design at New York University.

In 1965 Doubleday published his reference work, Bookmaking – Editing, Designing, and Production, which became a standard textbook on the subject.

In the 1970s he became Vice President of Harry N. Abrams Art Books Inc. He moved to 25 Church Street in Schuylerville, NY.

In 2000 the U.K. National Trust restored Agatha Christie’s manor house, including the library mural of the U.S.S. LCI(L)-96 by Lt. Lee. British art conservators contacted the artist for consultation and The Daily Mail reported, “he was extremely delighted to learn his mural had survived over the years and been preserved, so it will be there for future generations to see.”

Marshall Lee died at the age of eighty-nine on April 21, 2010 in Schuylersviller, NY.

                                 © David Saunders 2013

Fascinating that he was known as a pulp artist. For many years Agatha Christies books were reproduced using such cheap materials that their manufacture would have been included in the genre Pulp Fiction. I hope they met.

#821 theoldmortuary ponders.

The best gifts to receive are the ones that take you on a journey. To single out one gift as the best I have ever received would be madness. Gifts are such diverse items. A kind word is a gift, as is a small portion of chocolate or a shoulder squeeze or a cup of tea. To stimulate today’s blog I have chosen a recent gift. A book from one friend’s pile to mine. The joy of a random book.

Share one of the best gifts you’ve ever received.

As all things have for the last few weeks, Saturday started with DIY. The flip side of a recently gifted book showed this image of a woman doing DIY.

©Hilary Macaskill.

Not just any woman dabbling her paintbrush. The world’s best selling author of all time, Agatha Christie. Her old home is less than an hour from us.  We have the book so why not go and inspect her brushwork?

The longer I live in Devon the more I realise that the world moves in strange circuits. Particularly for the rich and famous.

Our journey started ordinarily enough at a cafe/coffee shop.

The Almond Thief

The Almond Thief in a building that was once the home of Sir Francis Drake.

Greenway, the home of Agatha Christie. The Greenway Estate was formerly the home of the Gilbert family. Sir Walter Raleigh,the first importer of Tobacco to Europe,was a Gilbert and when this land needed landscaping his chum, Sir Francis Drake,from the Almond Thief Cafe,  just happened to have captured a Spanish ship with 166 crew who became prisoners of war who were then gifted to Sir Walter Raleigh’s uncle as ground workers. And that, it seems, is exactly how 16th Century Devon worked. Which completes the coffee shop circle. Back to the book.

Exploring anywhere in February rain is a challenge but we did appreciate all the Spaniards hard work. The grounds were fabulous and the artificially created viewpoints gave hints of gorgeousness but for us just monochrome hints.

10,000 steps in the rain did not give us much time for the house and we had to do it in split shifts for outdoor dog care. But it was amazing, so many stories to tell. But this is a blog about a gift which took me on a journey, as all good gifts should. Plenty of time to natter about Agatha and her lovely house next week.

I loved her lobster plate.

EBay tells me I could have one for £420. Another journey. One I am unlikely to complete.

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Saturday dawns and the urge to decorate and Spring clean has abated. Not that we have completely finished but two rooms are just about done. Time even for a good book on a Saturday morning.

The bathroom is as done as it can be until a little mid-century treasure arrives from E-bay.

Somewhere to store towels and products for humans, and possibly some baby bio for the house plants who prefer this room to any other.

Circling nicely back to David Bowie I am slightly tempted to frame this photograph of a print that I took in a pub near Barts Hospital. Original artwork by James Mylne.

Framed this might be rather an homage to two British icons. The plants might like it.

#819 theoldmortuary ponder.

On Reflection

Mid-February Friday, feels a little bit of a becalmed space. I am eager for Spring to show its face with some certainty, but not wishing to wish time away. The heavy rain of the last few days has been a dampener in many ways. On a positive note I took a whole bag of stuff to a charity shop and only bought two items home, a 100% cotton jumper to do an upholstery repair and a charming 1930’s tea set to hold my earrings in one definitive area.

Both items were reduced in the sale. The tea set was £5 and the jumper £4. The upholstery job took exactly one woman hour. The earring gathering may take a little longer.

Earring gathering has become essential, we have a toddling grandchild whose eyes and fingers alight on small things in the wrong place with astonishing accuracy.

More than half way through February. Thank goodness, I am not a winter person!

#817 theoldmortuary ponders.

Today there is no morning sunlight for Hugo to bask in. The rain is relentless. Having consulted an early morning weather forecast we were up and about to grab the two daylight hours where no rain was predicted. Our reward for the early start was a chocolate croissant.

The dogs love the soft, doughy underparts. I get the crispy bits and chocolate. We are all happy with this arrangement. I am happy that we missed the rain, which arrived early. The dogs have no idea that the morning plans have been adapted and changed purely to keep us all dry. No compromises for them they are sleeping off their croissant and I have things to be getting on with.

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What’s afoot? Not what we had hoped. Our DIY phase has entered a  ‘get someone in phase’  This footprint should be on a floor that looks like a Victorian bathroom. But, when the flooring was delivered, there was a flaw and now we await a new delivery.  Once again our minor renovation of the house is slowed down. Which turns out to be a thing! Unknown to us we are part of a new trend in home decorating.

Slow Decorating is a ‘thing’

Our slowness is circumstantial, financial and serendipitous. Some of it is unplanned, like the bathroom floor. Other times we are waiting to find the right thing for the right place.  Wherever possible we find second hand or recycled items. Very much as this article suggests.

https://www.houseandgarden.co.uk/article/why-we-should-all-be-slow-decorating?utm_campaign=dashhudson&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=instagram

Magazine article homes are all very well but when the photographer and journalist leave, these homes have to be lived in. Stuff needs to move in and find a home.

Part of our bathroom refurbishment is required because nearly all of the houseplants have decided they want to live in the west facing bathroom . The previous owners had wanted an all grey pleasure dome. We just need to be clean human beings. Juggling these three different design needs has taken us some time to puzzle out. Ripping out all of the new fixtures and fittings would have been the easiest but least ethical or affordable solution. The party bath is currently hosting the plants while they wait for the new floor. It will all work out in the end. Which brings me nicely to today’s blogging prompt, daft question.

If there was a biography about you, what would the title be?

She worked it all out, in the end.

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What were your parents doing at your age?

My parents had stopped map making for me at my age. They both died at the age of 63 and had been terminally ill for some time so map making for their adult child had not been at the top of their to-do-lists for a couple of years before that. Their maps stopped .To use a nautical term, I have been on uncharted waters for some time. Cartography -on-the-go for me.

Anything that I’ve done beyond the age of 36 has had no inherited map, lovingly offered from anyone that shared my own gene pool. But life maps are everywhere. If it takes a village to raise a child then an adult child can look to the village for spare maps.

My how-to-be-an older adult maps are tatterdemalion-like. Made up as I go along with bits stolen from people I admire, books, the media. From time to time I  look at large multi- generational families in awe, as they navigate life with shared wisdom. But if I love the way they do things  I can copy and paste.*

How to be an older adult? I have no idea, I am a stranger here myself.

* sometimes when I copy and paste I have a slight sensation of something on my fingertip. Is that a little odd?

P.S Yesterday, while searching for some fabric I found a barrel of pure white feathers for sale. I know that some people like to think of the souls of loved ones when they see a pure white feather caught in a sudden breeze. I thought a barrel of them was magical. A tiny feather also usefully demonstrates the sensation I sometimes get when copy and pasting.

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After a weekend of wallpapering and ongoing DIY projects this image seems a funny one to start the week. It is a back staircase in an old cinema built in 1931.

Odeon Plymouth

34-36 Union Street, Plymouth, PL1 3EY

Unfavorite

Odeon Plymouth

Located in the Stonehouse section in the west of the city centre. Built on the site of the 1,500-seat Andrews New Picture Palace, which had opened in 1910, and was demolished in 1930. The Gaumont Palace was opened on 16th November 1931 with Jack Hulbert in “The Ghost Train” and Sydney Howard in “Almost a Divorce”.

The imposing brick building had a white stone tower feature in the central section above the entrance. Seating inside the auditorium was provided for 1,462 in the stalls and 790 in the circle. The internal decorations were carried out by Clark & Fenn of London. It was re-named Gaumont in 1937.

The Gaumont was closed on 2nd December 1961 for sub-division, with a dance hall occupying the former stalls area, and a 1,043-seat cinema in the former circle area, which had been extended forward. This opened as the Odeon on 10th September 1962, a day after the town’s previous Odeon on Frankfort Street had closed.

The Odeon continued until closing on 9th April 1980, and in December 1980, it was converted into a roller disco in the former stalls area. From 1987, it became a nightclub and rock music venue, last known as ‘The Boulevard’ the building then stood empty and unused. I believe the former circle area containing the Odeon cinema remained closed and unused during this time.

In the summer of 2013, it was converted into a religious broadcast studio.

It is currently on the Buildings at Risk list and is part of the local Conservation Area. In June 2021 it was announced that new owners had taken over the building with plans to convert it into an entertainment centre which will also be programmed as a concert and live performance venue. Renovations began in May 2022.

Contributed by Ken Roe © https://cinematreasures.org/theaters/33729

I have no personal connection with this building beyond frequently walking past . I took the photograph a few years ago when the dark and dank building was used for an art installation and open to the public.

This was a back entrance stairway and it was pretty grotty. Predictably it smelt of pee and mildew. But just tweaking the digital image a bit, brought out both the original colours and the acquired colours of neglect. These secret, neglected corners of previously glamorous places fascinate me.

Not completely unrelated to our redecorating efforts I needed to search out this image to turn into a print for one of our refurbished rooms.

Diving into my digital archive always throws out a photographic nugget or two. This is one of my favourites.

So much going on in one forgotten, dirty space.