Richard Holme has sent me these pictures of Exmouth VAD nurses and the interior of the hospital. The key at the back shows Doris 'Page' on the top row – so it is before her death. I haven’t yet been able to identify Lilias Haggard but there are several unnamed nurses so she may be there.
May 8 2016
Recently I made a visit with a friend to Booton church near Reepham. This is part of an on-going traipse, wander, drift around Norfolk churches which, on account of the numbers of destinations, has, happily, no apparent end. We usually manage three churches in one trip – it being useful to compare the styles and provision in adjacent villages. But sometimes we just do one before retreating for a pub lunch.
Booton was reconstructed in the late 19th century by the Rev Whitwell Elwin (1816-1900) whose family were long-time lords of the manor in the area. Elwin was a singular character and the exuberant dreadfulness of his design for the church together with the reminder that he was friendly with the Lytton family nudged me to investigate him a little further. In particular, the guide book mentions that one of the stained glass windows of angels includes the faces of what he called his ‘blessed girls’.
It didn’t take long to order up Emily Lytton’s A Blessed Girl (London: 1953). When I read it many years ago I didn’t know anything about Booton or Elwin so this reading was fresh – and much more intriguing. The book is Emily’s own creation from a large collection of letters written between her and ‘his Rev’ as she called him. The correspondence begins when she was thirteen and continues through her courtship and marriage, to Edwin Lutyens until Elwin’s death in 1900. The book comes with an introduction from her daughter Mary Lutyens – herself a well-known memoirist and writer.
From papers in the Norfolk Record Office I discovered an obituary, notes by Noel Spencer and Kate Weaver and a 1971 booklet by the Rev. Feast from which I discovered that Elwin had several children of his own of whom one son died of pleurisy in 1874 and the following year a daughter died of anaemia. Two other sons are noted – one became a vicar at Worthing, the other a missionary father in India. Elwin was reputedly short of stature but strong willed and fond of animals. The rectory which he built close to the church included spacious reception rooms for entertaining his illustrious friends but the rest of the house was never finished – unpainted walls, no curtains, little furniture but multitudes of books. In his younger days he had been a Whiggish editor of a High Tory journal, and was a friend of Trollope, Forster and Thackeray. Having been advised against seeking preferment in the church (because it led to an uncomfortable life) the ebullient Elwin was effectively beached in Booton - rather too large a figure for the small Norfolk world. The County came to hear his sermons, which he delivered with his eyes closed, but the poor of the village were steadfastly unimpressed. There was little or no music at his services and communion comprised wine from a bottle, opened there and then with a corkscrew, and a loaf of bread.
It was through his literary connections that he had met Edward Bulwer Lytton, the novelist, and his son Lord Robert Lytton a poet and diplomat who was Emily’s father. Elwin was a great conversationalist with a store of anecdotes and references at his fingertips and the Lyttons took to him. He became the confidant of the whole family – both of Emily’s parents, separately, and her older sister Betty had confessional correspondence with him and relied on his advice.
Two things strike me. One is the acceptance by everyone in Emily’s family that this friendship with a man 58 years her senior was suitable. It is clear that Elwin acted as a counsellor and moral advisor to Emily in her developing years, yet today we might also look for sublimated motives. Emotionally Emily relied on his letters to help her through the traumas of growing-up in a troubled household (her mother was widowed young and her income uncertain). Elwin must have spent a considerable amount of time on his letter writing and there is some indication that it irritated his wife. Two, there is open discussion in these letters of Emily’s passion in her late teens and early twenties for Wilfrid Scawen Blunt and his attempts to seduce her. Blunt was a poet, an Arabist, and father of Emily’s best friend Judith. Emily was his social equal – not the governess or maid servant whom we have come to regard as the usual victims of predatory Victorian males. Emily had to conceal this passion from her mother and in the end it was Judith who confronted her own father about his low intentions – an extraordinary scene to imagine and not part of the usual vocabulary we have for the Victorian ‘miss’.
The letters reveal Emily responding whole-heartedly and frankly to the one-to-one intimate attention of ‘the Rev’. She didn’t, sadly, find a similar relationship with her husband – the much admired Edwardian architect. But she did find another passion later in life for Theosophy and Krishnamurti which took her back to the India of her childhood when her father had been Viceroy of India. And Elwin – how much was he living vicariously in his long and ardent correspondences? Certainly the tone is always moral and Christian but also very fond. Emily called his endearments ‘sugar’. She visited him often at Booton where as a country parson his life was constricted by parish matters.. Through Emily’s life amongst the aristocracy, visiting the great houses of Knowsley and Hatfield, he was able to savour a wider world that kept him in contact with the important people of his day.
One cannot help reflecting on the cumulative and intense power of letter writing to develop the affections, as well as to cultivate moral habits. It would be interesting to find out the identity of Elwin’s other ‘blessed girls’ - one was Emily’s sister Betty, another may have been Miss EA Holley of Green Lane House, Reepham. The next step would be to match them up with the angelic faces in Booton’s stained glass windows. It has been suggested that A.E. Booker RA was the designer. Comments and further information welcomed.
©Victoria Manthorpe April 14 2016
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