Tuesday, 26 February 2013

Winnie-the-Pooh Country


Looking North

With spring on the horizon lots of us are thinking of long rambles in the quiet of the countryside.  In East Sussex the Ashdown Forest is always popular as here, apart from the birdsong and the wind soughing in the tall grasses and occasional trees, all is quiet.  And there are the scents of the flowers and herbs which are delicious.  Of course it depends on the time of year you are there as to what you see and smell.  For example, in spring it is possible to find cushions of pale yellow primroses, drifts of bluebells, bright yellow gorse and, someone once told me, they had seen wild irises and orchids.  Later in the year the moors acquire a lavender carpet as the heather blooms.
 
Ashdown Forest is an ancient forest upon which, fortunately, builders no longer encroach to create more towns.  The 10 square miles/2,396 hectares of woods themselves consist of oaks, ash and beech with a floor of ferns.  Deep in the forest look out for the Fallow deer.  Shy creatures and delightful to watch.

Probably the most famous resident of Ashdown Forest is Winnie-the-Pooh.  A.A. Milne, who wrote the Christopher Robin stories, lived on the northern edge of the forest and in his books re-named some of his favourite places.

For example, Gills Lap became Galleons Lap where there is now a memorial to A.A. Milne and E.H. Shephard, the illustrator of the Pooh books.  There are also designated Pooh Walks which start from here.

All of Pooh’s fans have to visit the Poohsticks Bridge and I am no exception.  Obviously playing Pooh Sticks is more fun when there is more than one of you, but I usually manage by using ‘competing’ sticks.

The Bridge is just outside the village of Hartfield which is a good excuse to go and visit Winnie-the-Pooh Corner, a shop in a 300-years-old building, and buy yet more souvenirs.  The Church of St. Mary the Virgin is even older – 13th century.  It is more famous for its high points - these are the West Tower and the Broach Spire.

Like Winnie-the-Pooh and his friends, Piglet and Roo, at the end of the day it is time to head for home after a day of adventures in the Enchanted Places of Ashdown Forest.

Monday, 18 February 2013

Photographing the Royal Family

A Smiling Queen

I’ve often wished I could take photos of the Royal Family just like the ones we see in magazines.  Not the posed ones but those taken at events, walkabouts and on casual occasions.  I know I never will because I don’t have one of those big expensive cameras with all the bells and whistles.

Like the majority of us my cameras are small and basic.  They have changed over the years from the wind-on by hand to the general point and shoot and now digital.  But I still have problems.

There was the occasion when one cold day I stood in The Mall to see The Queen and Prince Philip heading for the State Opening of Parliament.  She looked lovely with a flashing diamond coronet and a white fur wrap.  Camera up, finger poised and - click!  Photo of the hand of the lady standing beside me as she waved.  I waited for over an hour for the return but as I was on my lonesome I wasn’t spotted.  I did get a photo but Her Majesty wasn’t looking my way.

With older cameras taking so long to wind on I did get quite a few photos of royal chauffeurs and the back of the car.  When the Queen Mother visited the Guildhall in the City of London the person standing beside me told me she had given me a lovely smile.  Wish I’d caught it on camera.

When Princess Diana once attended a concert at the Barbican Hall I managed to get a distant photo of her receiving a bouquet.  As the camera took so long to wind on, by the time it was ready for the next snap she was climbing a staircase.

So far as distance photos are concerned, you definitely do need a good telephoto lens.  For the 50th Anniversary of VE Day I got myself to Buckingham Palace at about 6.00 a.m.  And only just managed to squeeze myself in at the railings between a tall Australian and one of the concrete pillars.  Yes, I took several balcony photos but when printed all they showed were small figures.  Mind you, now I’ve put them onto the computer I’ve managed to improve them slightly.

During the late 1990s The Queen and Prince Philip visited Croydon, not far from where I was living.  By this time I was an accredited journalist and was allowed into the press photographers enclosure outside the building they were visiting.  After the Royal Party had gone in all the photographers left to take up positions behind the crowds from which to take their photos.  (They stand on step ladders).   I stayed where I was.
A Royal Smile would have been nice.

I have a wonderful photo of Her Majesty looking at me - and frowning.  There I had been hoping for a smile and she was probably wondering who I was.  A stranger in the camp!  I did, a bit later, get a snap of her smiling.  But I wish I had had a more professional camera.

None of my Royal photos are very good, but to me they are precious.

Sunday, 3 February 2013

Roman Ruins and Walking in Solin, Croatia


The Church of St. Mary in Solin



Croatians are very proud of their history and love showing it off to visitors so when visiting the country do be prepared for plenty of visits to ruins.
The Cellars below Diocletian's Palace
In Split (the nearest town to Solin) is Diocletian's Palace. Don't be misled into thinking that it is just ruins. Despite several centuries of changes and additions, some of the original palace still exists. Nowadays this area is known as the Old Town which is confined within the palace walls.

I found it fascinating to stand in the main street watching people strolling and looking in the shops - exactly as they may have done 2,000 years ago. (I had visions of Frankie Howerd's 'Up Pompeii' sitcom). But where to start looking at the remains of this Roman palace - at the Cathedral, the Golden Gate, the Piazza or any one of several other locations. Best idea is to pick up a map at the tourist office and follow the walking tour.

On the outskirts of Solin are the ruins of Salona which was the original capital of the Roman province of Dalmatia. Now all that remains of this city are the ruins showing temples, an amphitheatre, the governor's palace, the forum, Christian churches and cemeteries.


Discovering the Fort of Klis
On clear days in the pass between two mountain ranges can be seen the fort of Klis which was very strategically placed to ward off enemies. It was originally built by an Ilyrian tribe and from the 7th century it was the castle of the Croatian kings. It subsequently became a fortress to repel such enemies as the Turks.

My bad luck was rain. On each of the three trips it rained - to a lesser or greater degree. So if you are planning a visit to this area in the winter there are two important things you need - wet weather clothing and some warm clothing - especially if planning a trip to Klis!

I chose to stay in Solin because I wanted a quiet and restful holiday, but it is also an excellent location if you enjoy walking as there are many walks available. There are also plenty of buses to Split and other surrounding towns.  There is just the one hotel - The President Solin - which is a 5*. Built in 2011 it overlooks Our Lady's Islet and the church of St. Mary. I enjoyed strolling along the footpath around the edge of the park alongside the River Jadro and its tributaries. The hotel is beautifully decorated, the staff are friendly and efficient, the rooms and public areas are kept clean and the food is excellent and plentiful.

One last word of warning - if you are even slightly disabled and need help dealing with steep steps (which often don't have a handrail) or cannot easily cope with hills or rocky footpaths, take a walking stick. I recently bought a folding one which is very useful as it can be packed into my suitcase.

This last bit of info may not come as a surprise - I went with Saga. The rep, Tatiana, is one of the best Saga reps I've ever met. Even though there were only a few of us she worked really hard and organised lots of local walks for those who wanted them.
Looking across the park towards the hotel.


Irresistible You by Jemma Linley


I had hoped to publish this romantic novel before Christmas but it was a case of the best laid plans going awry.  Eventually I managed to publish it a couple of days before flying to Croatia for a couple of week rest (and to avoid the snow and ice in England!).  Rest?  I started writing another book - the third about Cleo Marjoribanks and Steaming Kettle.

But, back to Irresistible You.  The idea came about following several visits to Miami Beach, Florida.  I was living in Florida at the time and enjoyed several breaks in this city famous for its colourful Art Deco architecture.

Mel Sheridan, singer, and Andy Lomax, guitarist, once worked on the same cruise ship.  Now after failed marriages they meet again - on Miami Beach.  Andy is playing with a jazz combo and Mel is on holiday and they fall in.
When Mel left the ship moved to California and married singer Charles Prince.   He didn’t live up to his name and Mel divorced him.
Andy left the ship to form the combo with his friends.  He married Joanna who had also worked on the ships. 
Now Mel is considering moving to Miami Beach - provided she can get a Green Card, which can take a long time to obtain.
Although she has to spend time in England (between visits to Miami) both she and Andy have problems with their former spouses.  But that doesn’t affect their love for each other.
Will they live happily ever after or will a tragedy destroy that dream?

I should also mention that I once spent a year working on a cruise ship that sailed out of Miami.  And my experience of getting a Green Card also came in useful in the creation of this story.

No, I’m not going to tell you how it ends - you’ll have to buy the book to find out.

Irresistible You is available on Amazon Kindle, Kobo, I-Pad, Sony and other e-readers and can also be downloaded to computer via Smashwords.  (www.smashwords.com/profile/view/barbarabothwell).

Friday, 4 January 2013

"I'm writing a book".

All writers hear this admission from strangers. My most recent one was whilst in Spain.


As my books are e-published I always carry some brochures with me and, whenever I see someone with an e-reader, I try to get chatting to them and hand over one of my brochures. The first evening at the hotel I did meet a lady with an e-reader and did my public relations bit. A little later in the evening I was chatting to a couple - or rather, he was doing the talking. His wife said barely a word and, as I soon realized, it didn't matter what I said, he wasn't listening.

Eventually he brought the conversation round to the brochure he had seen me give that lady. I handed him one…. "I'm writing a book. Doing it all by hand." And, no, I didn't believe that he was doing it in the way so many of us do - write then type. I remembered that during his chatting he had mentioned that they don't have a computer.

Having told me what it was about - no, don't ask, my eyes glazed over. I assume it was the usual retired man's expertise on running the world. Eventually he wound down with those famous words, "I'll send you a copy and you can let me know what you think." Didn't ask, you notice. (This was the same man who wished his wife on me so that he didn't have to bother going on excursions - see blog on www.auntiestravels.blogspot.com)

I side stepped the issue every time it came up during the week. On the last day I sat down and wrote a 'dissertation' on what he needs to do if he wants to get published - including the various expenses. That was followed with information on publicizing oneself via Twitter/blogs/web pages. After dinner that evening I handed it to him. He glanced at it and said "Oh I know all about that," and stuffed it in his pocket. Then told me, "I'll go to Waterstones to buy your books."

You should have seen his face when I told him he won't find them in there. Of course he hadn't read the brochure properly nor had he listened to what I had told him. Once he had recovered he told me that my address and telephone number aren't on the brochure. "No, I don't have them on there. Neither do I have any business cards with me." Bye-bye, sweetheart. Did he really think I was that stupid? Probably. Especially as he had offered to share his profits with me. The way I see it, 50% of nothing is nothing.

Friday, 7 December 2012

The Duchess of Drury Lane by Freda Lightfoot


This novel about Mrs. Jordan, the long-term mistress of the Duke of Clarence ingeniously weaves fact with fiction.  As very little is known about Dora Jordan’s early life Lightfoot has created a plausible early story.

As a very successful actress Jordan earned enough money not just to support her family but also to pay for some of Clarence’s extravagances.  Her family consisted of sisters and brothers as well as her many children, most of whom were fathered by Clarence.

Jordan’s life fell apart once Clarence became heir to George IV and it became necessary for him to produce a legitimate heir which meant marrying a suitable candidate.  He subsequently became William IV and, ironically, Queen Adelaide was unable to produce children.

The Duchess of Drury Lane was what the ‘press’ of the time called Dora Jordan and, yes, the public could be vicious as well as adoring.  Nothing changes!

This book is well researched and, as with all of Lightfoot’s books, is eminently readable.  I reckon she deserves a gold star.

 Freda Lightfoot

Wednesday, 21 November 2012

Stephen Foster - America's First Pop Song Composer


The Suwannee River at White Springs, Florida

The name Swannee immediately brings Al Jolson to mind. But there is another song which also refers to this river: "Way Down Upon the Swannee River", better known as "The Old Folks at Home", by Stephen Foster who never saw the Suwannee River.

Stephen Foster was born in 1826 in Pittsburgh, on a most appropriate date for an American who was to become known for his all-American songs - July 4th.  The family was prominent in local politics, commerce and the social life. Stephen's father, William, was a member of the Pennsylvania State Legislature and mayor of Allegheny City (a suburb of Pittsburgh). William and Eliza Foster had eleven children and, following the death of the youngest, Stephen was then the cherished youngest child.

The whole family was interested in music, art and literature and it didn't take much encouragement for the baby of the family to acquire his interest in those arts.  Although Stephen showed that music was his first love, his family merely thought of it as an interesting hobby. What he learned about music was through his own efforts and not from serious study. Most of his early boyhood was spent in or near Pittsburgh with occasional visits to Ohio. In fact, he spent most of his life in Pittsburgh, wrote most of his best songs there, and is buried there.

At school he was a rebel. Unable to adapt to discipline and routine he preferred to study only subjects which interested him. Unfortunately, music had little place in the curriculum.  When he was fourteen and attending the Athens Academy (in Pittsburgh), he wrote his first musical work: The Tioga Waltz. His inspiration for this was Tioga Point, a local beauty spot. The waltz was arranged for flutes and presented in a school programme at the Presbyterian Church in Athens in 1841. Stephen played one of the flutes. Although he had the satisfaction of being enthusiastically applauded, The Tioga Waltz was not his first published work. It wasn't published until many years after his death.

His education continued, mostly with private teachers from whom he learned French, German and painting. He also worked occasionally in an office or a warehouse. His leisure hours were devoted to music. His father is quoted as saying, "he possesses a strange talent". An understatement if ever there was one!

In 1843 he found some verses in a magazine and set them to music. This was published in 1844 - "Open Thy Lattice, Love". As he probably didn't earn anything from this, his family felt that music did not hold out much promise of a life's work. 

When he was nineteen he formed an all-male singing group which met twice a week at the Foster home. Usually they sang the popular songs of the day, then Stephen began to compose for them. Two were to make him famous: "Old Uncle Ned" and "Oh! Susannah".  But not for a few years yet.

Eventually Stephen shared his family's concern about his future and thought he might try a career in the army. Fortunately, in 1846, he learned that his application for West Point had been rejected. With his family's encouragement he moved to Cincinnati to become a bookkeeper in a steamboat agency on the Ohio River. He was there for three years and they were among the happiest and most formative of his life.

From his office window he could see the activity on the river. Passenger boats, freight boats, southern planters, river men, gold-seekers bound for California. It was no wonder that he began to write songs and subsequently abandoned a business career to become a professional composer.

He gave copies of "Old Uncle Ned" and "Oh! Susannah" (as well as other songs) to several of his acquaintances. The minstrels sang them, the public loved them, and the minstrels took them all over the country. And they were published, but without his consent so he earned nothing. Because he had overlooked the possibility of financial gain, he had failed to protect his own interests through copyright or contracts with the publishers.

He eventually decided that it was time to profit from his writing and contracted with the New York firm of Firth, Pond & Co.

Now that he was devoting himself to music, he returned to Pittsburgh and became very ambitious. He worked hard and achieved immediate and spectacular success. The next six years were the most successful of his entire life. He wrote over 160 works - songs, compositions, arrangements and translations.  But he was also composing songs which would never die.  Songs such as "Camptown Races", "Old Folks at Home", "Massa's in de Cold Ground", "My Old Kentucky Home", "Old Dog Tray", "Jeannie with the Light Brown Hair".

At about the time of his return to Pittsburgh, Stephen Foster contacted the leader of the Christy Minstrels - Edwin P. Christy. The most famous minstrel band performing in the United States at that time. At Stephen's suggestion, the Christy Minstrels were to be the first to sing his new songs and the title pages of those songs would bear the legend, "As Sung by the Christy Minstrels".

Oh yes, Christy did pay for this - but only a small sum. Had Stephen Foster been a better businessman there is no doubt that he could have made a more advantageous bargain.
He also made another bad mistake. In 1851, "Old Folks at Home" was published. The title page read: "As Sung by Christy's Minstrels - Written and Composed by E.P. Christy". For the sum of a miserly $15.00 Stephen Foster had sold the right to claim authorship to Christy. And that was Stephen's idea! A year later when he realised his mistake - this song was among his best and extremely popular in the United States and Europe - he asked Christy to cancel the transaction. Naturally, Christy refused. The mistake wasn't rectified until 1879, fifteen years after Stephen Foster's death, when the song was re-copyrighted and given the correct accreditation.

Fortunately, although the song was originally credited to Christy, the royalties of the sales went to Foster. During his lifetime he received $1,647.46. After it was re-copyrighted, his heirs received nearly $2,000. A most profitable work.

The years from 1853 to 1860 were dark days for Stephen Foster. His marriage was rocky, his expenses high and he began to drink. But, in 1860 he wrote another great work. "Old Black Joe", a song of intense emotion. Was he singing about his own problems? Probably. It isn't known whether he was paid cash for this song or whether he received royalties.

After this he moved to New York but the only song he wrote during his last four years which we remember is "Beautiful Dreamer". His career wasn't helped by the Civil War which broke out in 1861. It destroyed the market for his songs.

Stephen Foster was seriously injured when he fell in his room in the Bowery and, although he was taken to hospital and died three days later. Aged thirty-seven.

The Stephen Foster Memorial in White Springs, FL.
At the beginning I said that Stephen Foster never saw the Suwannee River. So, why write a song about it? The nearest he came to the river was New Orleans, in 1852, some months after "The Old Folks at Home" was written.  In 1851 he was working on a new song for the Christy Minstrels. According to the first draft, the opening words were, "Way down upon de Pedee ribber...".  Stephen had the Pedee River of South Carolina in mind. Not satisfied with the name he asked his brother Morrison for advice. Yazoo River?  Not romantic enough. They opened a map of the United States and looked for a southern river with a romantic sounding name. It was Morrison who pointed to the Suwannee River in Florida. Except that Stephen shortened it to Swannee to fit the music.