'Essex County Standard' arrived today – last week of course. They appear to have had divers over the town on Tuesday night and Wednesday morning the 14th and 15th November, when the sirens sounded here, and on the Friday before, the 10th. No damage done.
Canon Curling is dead. Another loss to local archaeology. He did little for the Museum during the last 25 years, but he had produced some useful papers in his time. He had only just been elected President of the Essex Archaeological Society for this year, and I believe he actually held the title of Honorary Curator to the Museum, although he never did anything in that connection.
Still a lot of talk about sirens, shelters and so on and efforts to get some lights in
A lot more rubbish about “Youth Centres, “Community Centres” etc. Hervey Benham is quite insane on this subject. Also gives an article on housing, in which he claims, more reasonably than most talkers on the subject, that 500 families or married couples in
need new houses. Councillor GP very worked up
about the enormous difficulties in getting these built, but of course forgets
to say (if he ever knew) that at the outbreak of war there were over 600 empty
houses in the Borough. Many of these are
now “occupied” by army (although actual vacant) and will eventually be de-requisitioned. Colchester.
See from a short paragraph that Leslie [formerly Executive Officer of the Essex War Agricultural Executive at Writtle] is now going to Edmundson’s Electricity Corporation as “Agricultural Adviser”. Sounds rather a come down. Some thought he would go into the Ministry.
Another letter urges that the New Public Library shall be put to its proper uses as soon as possible, suggesting that it is high time that the Ministry of Labour and the Ministry of Food should be invited to go. Hervey Benham mentions it in his notes, and while cautiously admitting that we must not expect these Ministries to clear out the day that peace is declared they should at least be packing their bags. Was there ever such fantasy? Does no one bother to read papers or use common sense? True the Government talk loudly of demobilisation plans, but this is only for propaganda purposes. Moreover, even in their most optimistic prophesies they say that it is unlikely that there will be any demobs in 1945, and that the majority of the army in Europe will have to go East, after leave if possible. The Far East war is not likely to end before 1947 or 48, and during the whole of that time men up to 25 will still be called up. How then can anyone imagine that the Manpower Board will be moving out in less than another 3 years? As for the food people, after the last war rationing continued until 1920, so that on the same basis, if the German war can be concluded by the beginning of 1946, which is extremely doubtful, the whole rationing organisation will be kept on until at least the end of 1947. If anybody imagines that the Labour or Food people, having spent 5 years in the warmth and comfort of a large modern building, the best in the town, are now going to turn out into less convenient quarters for the next 2, 3 or even 4 years they are sadly mistaken, and it is sheer nonsense to talk about it. In 1940 I suggested to Hervey Benham that pressure should be brought to open the new Library, which would have been a great gesture at such a time, but he was apathetic and old Sir W Gurney Benham came down strongly against such a proposal. Within a short time the Ministry of Labour requisitioned most of the building.
Suddenly decided to go over to Wokingham, where I had never been. Went along the mile. Saw four young gypsies, 3 girls and a youth of 17 or 18, gathered round a little
type green grocery cart, with a smart
chestnut cob in the shafts, much silver mounting on the harness, eating
sandwiches and apples. The youth called
out as I cycled by “Know the right time, govnor?” so I shouted “just gone 2.” London
Pair of shires ploughing in a field near the end of the mile. The land here looks very trimmed and neat, yet not truly agricultural.
It all looks as though it were done by people who did not know very much about it. Saw one farm where every stack heeled over at a different angle and those which were thatched were done in such a way that the thatch looked like the hair on a village idiot. The roads and yards were knee deep in thick black mud, with a few filthy pigs rooting about in it. The house was red brick, very derelict looking, and the buildings were mostly falling down. The fields next the house were poor grass, much poached by cattle. Yet a few miles further on was a beautiful place, clean, well kept, stubbles ploughed, and the stacks beautifully thatched, stood up on saddle-stones in the proper old-fashioned way. This district, leading down to the Hampshire border, tends to become more and more thickly wooded, mostly sombre plantations of firs, pines, larch etc, now deeply embedded in fallen leaves.
at 2.30, passing a fine farm outside the town, the buildings all brick, the
house restored, clap-boarded and with a fine 16th century chimney
stack. Wokingham Church
Wokingham is a dull little town, the oldest part consisting of 2 parallel streets running from the parish church to the centre of the town. The most northerly,
is mostly pale-red brick tiled houses, some 18th century but poor
stuff with one or 2 blocks of 16th or early 17th timber
framed and plastered houses, all in very bad state, giving a desolate derelict
sort of “deserted village” appearance which was increased by the fact that this
is early closing day in the place.
There is a big vacant plot in the E. end of the street, not far from the church, where I understand was until recent years a good block of 16th century cottages. This was destroyed soon after the beginning of the war by the local ARP for exercise purposes, in the same way we nearly lost the hall in
Interested to note one or two buildings where the upper storey was covered by hanging tiles, as one sees in
Sussex and Surrey. This form was introduced into Essex during the last 25 years and looks hideous,
especially when the lower floor is rough cast.
Public house names – “The Redan” and “The Metropolitan”.
In the main street is a black-smith’s shop, apparently very busy, and just behind a small cinema showing “Gone With the Wind”. In the centre of the town is a hideous red brick Gothic fire station, with police-station and offices behind it, built as an island at the junction of the
Aldershot and Reading Roads. Felt as if I were on the border of a new
country – the road stretching away to Basingstoke, Winchester
and Salisbury, and the remote counties of the
west right down to far
and the Isles of Scilly beyond. Cornwall
Fire Station is a very nice late 18th
century house, now the Wokingham Club, with a good porch, and close by the ‘Old
Rose’ Hotel, quite interesting front 18th or early 19th
Went down the
Aldershot Road a little way, to the
railway bridges. In several places in
the town there are notices on the walls on sheets of tin, urging the public
never to give food or money to beggars, signed by the Hon. Sec of the Berkshire
Vagrancy Cttee, at Maidenhead on Jan 1st 1911. By the first bridge is a huge furniture
repository, with both motor and horse pantechnicons in the yard nearby.
Went back by the station saw Southern Electric, bright green, come in on its way from
to . The Southern Electric always gives one a curious
feeling of suburbia. Noticed more furniture repositories – (staple industries seem to be wood yards and furniture stores)
and came into the Reading Reading Road,
where the sidewalks are at a height above the wide road, lined with several
very good 18th century fronts.
The town clock struck 3 as I went to the church but found this was mostly modern restoration and it was completely ‘blacked out’ by painting the windows so did not go in. Could here the sounds of floor scrubbing in the chancel.
Noticed in the churchyard 2 old wooden grave boards, one just discernably dated 1847, in memory of Mary Sergeant.
Heard the rumble of a flight of bombers passing over above the clouds, going N. and then 3 biplanes came over in V formation, looking very old fashioned. A horse and trap trotted by the little brick houses opposite, and we might have been in 1920.
Set off along the
through modern housing estates, “good class”, several very modern suburban
looking pubs. And so in 3 miles to , one long dull street, also closing day, another little cinema, also showing “Gone With The Wind” Who in these little towns goes of an
afternoon to sit through 4 hours of film show? Bracknell
Turned off here towards Winkfield going by parks and pleasure grounds, mostly grazed by ponies, very little ploughed. Saw Italians chopping out cabbages, and a gang of Women's Land Army with a threshing set. No sign posts in this area, where the innumerable lanes and side turnings make them most necessary. In
the name of the village is still carefully removed from everywhere - P.O. pillar boxes, shops, even the War
Memorial. Very noticeable how people
struggle to retain restrictions which give them the excuse to be awkward and
unpleasant to others – “why should we name our village? or show the way to the
next? We know, if others don’t, let ‘em stay away. We don't want nosy strangers here.” Bracknell
However at last found Hawthorn Hill, and turned back towards Wokingham, past the Agricultural Research station, with Women's Land Army hostel in front of it or so it seemed to be at Jealotts Hill and so by delightfully named Tickleback Row and up the lanes to
turning and so home. Noticed that the
church clock, then striking 6, indicated 10 past 3, the time actually being
quarter to 5. Allenby Park
More rain tonight, but some bombers went out.