Showing posts with label 18th Century. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 18th Century. Show all posts

Sunday, 19 June 2016

The Hidden Gem of Olney

| The adorable 18th century town of Olney |
| The adorable 18th century town of Olney |

England Trip 2015

     While we stayed in Luton we took a day trip over to the quaint little town of Olney, known for its connection to John Newton (the writer of the hymn 'Amazing Grace') and William Cowper, one of Jane Austen's favorite poets. It is a pleasant, traditional little town that has everything within walking distance, including the church of John Newton, the Cowper Museum, many charming shops and a delicious tea room and deli. It's also set in the picturesque, peaceful English countryside of Buckinghamshire.

Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
  That saved a wretch; like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
  Was blind, but now I see.
John Newton 

Olney on a map
Where Olney is located in relation to London.
     We parked for free on the high street, then walked the short distance across the town square (where sits the public parking lot) to the Cowper and Newton Museum. The town has a delightful 18th century feel to it, even to this day! Probably because so many of the buildings have been around since then (and, in my case, because William Cowper lived here in that same century). Yet at the same time it feels like a living, breathing town where people still live their daily lives. To me that is the ideal scenario. If a town can keep it's historical atmosphere while people enjoy and maintain it by way of living in it, then it's like the past and the present can survive at the same time! I think it's marvelous. And Olney is an excellent specimen of this very thing!

Parking in Olney
The handy parking spaces along the high street.
Olney town square
Olney town square (we parked down the street to the left, and the Cowper Museum is the larger brick building just to the right of the parking lot above).
The lovely facade of the Cowper & Newton Museum and Gardens
The lovely facade of the Cowper & Newton Museum and Gardens
     The museum was closed by the time we arrived, but it is still worthwhile to take a look at the outside. This is the house where the poet William Cowper lived while he was staying in Olney and working with John Newton on their collection of hymns, so on display in the museum are possessions belonging to Cowper and Newton that give you some insight into the retiring yet important lives of these two religious and literary men of the 18th century.

     On a visit three years ago I was able to go inside and take the self-guided tour. You can go around the pleasant sunny little house, into the bedrooms, parlor, dining room, etc., and into the peaceful garden at the back – a place that would certainly inspire a poetic mind like William Cowper's. The garden has been reconstructed to look as it would have done while he lived there in the late 1700s, filled with flowers and shrubs, and containing a little pond and outbuilding where Cowper used to go when he wished to be alone and write.

Cowper's writing desk
Cowper's writing desk
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
William Cowper

The lovely garden at the Cowper and Newton Museum
The lovely garden at the Cowper and Newton Museum

The lovely garden at the Cowper and Newton Museum

     After wishing we could go in the museum Mom and I wandered along to "Newton's Church" (a.k.a. St. Peter and St. Paul Church), a few blocks away. Just before you reach the church there is a small field with a couple of ponies grazing, so we had to stop and say hello. :)

     The church is left unlocked (most churches are in the English countryside – I'm not sure why, but I'm glad, since it's convenient for us!), so we took peek inside. It's still a working church, so there is a nursery set up, along with a little library and an interesting spread of postcards and flyers letting people know what ministries and events the congregation has going on. It's lovely getting to see a slice of real life! It is hard to imagine worshiping here every Sunday, in a place that has been around for centuries, and where John Newton actually used to preach. But this is England, and there are famous old things everywhere, so a person almost gets used to it. 

St. Peter and St. Paul Church
The impressive tower of St. Peter and St. Paul Church
"Newton's Church" (a.k.a. St. Peter and St. Paul Church)
Looking out at the congregation
"Newton's Church" (a.k.a. St. Peter and St. Paul Church)
Looking toward the choir and the pulpit.

     One of my favorite things in this place is the nursery – or rather what's in the nursery...

John Newton's pulpit in the nursery
"Please mind your head on the pulpit."

     "Don't hit your head on John Newton's pulpit!" Now that's not something you hear in every church nursery. ;)

     We grabbed a few brochures, dropped some change in the box for our postcards and headed back out into the sunshine. It was a bit sunnier by then, which was nice for our walk around the churchyard. We went in search of John Newton's grave, of course, and then let ourselves think on the reality of death and the hope of heaven as we walked among the headstones, many of them over two centuries old and nearly impossible to read.

The Lord hath promised good to me,
  His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be
  As long as life endures.

John Newton and his wife were buried together. (This is a new gravestone, by the way.)
John Newton and his wife were buried together. (This is a new gravestone, by the way.)

Olney churchyard
Olney churchyard
When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
  Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
  Than when we first begun.

     It's sad to walk around so many gravestones and think about death, but at the same time it is amazing to think that the man who wrote these words has been singing God's praise in God's actual presence for more than two centuries! [Along with every other person in that churchyard (and everywhere else) who has believed in Jesus Christ and his amazing grace! :)]

     On our way to have a spot of tea we looked in a few shops – especially the charity shop, where the displays of Easter hats were most tempting. The town center and the high street have a good number of fun shops and boutiques to wander about in. The little deli is on one corner of the town square and the high street, and it's easy to spot with its green and white awnings.


     You can order at a counter surrounded by shelves lined with preserves and glass cases filled with desserts, cheese, pies and more, or you can sit down at one of the little tables in the next room for a cup of tea and some lunch. We chose the latter, since it's a very pleasant thing to do after you've been wandering around on your feet all day.

Mom with her slice of cake.
Me enjoying my large piece of sultana cake.

Olney Deli and Tea Room
A look toward the entrance where you can also see some
of the many delicious treasures available to take home!
Olney Deli and Tea Room
Part of the dining room and the pleasant view.


Olney Deli and Tea Room - Pork Pie
For lunch we each had a mini pork pie – an English classic. :)
     Mom had a nice chat with the lovely lady who served us tea – who also happened to have a daughter about my age – and then it was time to think of heading back to Luton. First we made a quick stop at a Tesco Express for some essentials (like strawberries, milk, chocolate...) and the post office for Mom to send some postcards. She is much more diligent in that endeavor than I am. I haven't sent a single one on the entire trip.

Some of the shops near the town center.

     After a short walk down the high street we found the Cowper Memorial sort of tucked back down a small path. It's a pretty little Victorian-looking building built in honor of William Cowper, once used as a center for some sort of charitable work in the town, and is now home to a church. Then it really was time to go, and we made it back to finish the day in the company of our dear friends.

So, for a relaxing day filled with history and pleasant places to walk or sit down to tea, I would recommend this little hidden gem!


© Anna Morton 2016

Tuesday, 18 August 2015

Britannia Rule the Waves: A day in Greenwich

 The Old Royal Naval College at Greenwich, built in the 1690s by King William and Queen Mary.
 The Old Royal Naval College at Greenwich, built in the 1690s by King William and Queen Mary.
2015 England Trip Travel Journal Entry

Wednesday, March 18

Today was all Greenwich. The Royal Naval College and buildings by Christopher Wren were exciting to see – and they were just as impressive as I imagined them to be! They were built to be a sort of convalescent complex for sailors retired from the Royal Navy in the late 1600s. It is a spectacular example of neoclassical architecture.

Walking up to the college.


Another chilly day, but the spectacular architecture was completely worth it!

Walking through the college complex.


It's a pity that the Tudor palace that had originally been there was torn down, but there was a replica of it in the introductory exhibition and it probably looked much like Hampton Court or St. James's Palace. They had actually found floor tiles from it's chapel! A very nice and friendly staff member was telling us all about it. Lee was his name.

A replica of Henry VIII's visor. It was impossible to resist.

The replica of Henry VIII's Greenwich Palace.

A painting of 17th century London.
We got to go inside of the Chapel of St Peter and St Paul. The original had burnt down in the late 18th century, but the current one was immediately rebuilt in a similar style by James 'Athenian' Stuart and William Newton. The painting above the front was a depiction of Paul's shipwreck in the book of Acts by Benjamin West. The whole room was glorious! The ceiling was so intricate that it was literally jaw-dropping. (I know because my jaw literally dropped.)
 
The Chapel of St Peter and St Paul with Benjamin West's painting.

The back of the Chapel room.

Descending the steps from the Chapel.

The Queen's House and the Painted Hall were both closed for events – of course that would happen the day we were there. The latter I knew about before coming, but the former took me totally by surprise. That was so disappointing! But one must move on from such disappointments...

The Queen's House, designed by Inigo Jones for Queen Anne in the early 1600s.
It is a textbook example of a perfectly designed neoclassical building.

Walking along a portico to The Queen's House. It was the closest that we could get.

Looking at the Naval College from The Queen's House.

The Maritime Museum was next door, and it actually contained Admiral Nelson's Trafalgar uniform... Boy, did that bring history close!

The Maritime Museum
The Maritime Museum

The uniform of Admiral Horatio Nelson worn at the Battle of Trafalgar.
The uniform of Admiral Horatio Nelson worn at the Battle of Trafalgar.

18th century uniforms for a Captain, Lieutenant and Midshipman (I think).
18th century uniforms for a Captain, a First Lieutenant and a Second Lieutenant (I think).

An 18th century Midshipman's uniform.
An 18th century Midshipman's uniform.

But we had to run out of there to reach the observatory, and I nearly expired having to climb that hill so fast... My poor heart! And we still didn't get to stand on the Meridian because we didn't know where it was. But at least the view of the buildings below was nice. And we could at least see the Meridian through the gate. :)

The Greenwich Meridian!
The Greenwich Meridian!

A view of The Queen's Palace from the Greenwich Observatory.
A view of The Queen's Palace from the Greenwich Observatory.

We glimpsed Goddard's Pie Shop as wandered around, which was recommended on Trip Advisor, so we tried it. It was too delicious!! We each got a pie: a steak and ale and a chicken and ham, both with potatoes and mushy peas, then split a blackcurrent and apple crumble with custard.

English food at it's very finest and most delicious!

It ain't too pretty, but those kinds usually taste the best.

It was such a local place, and family owned since 1890. There were families having dinner or picking up dinner to bring home. The lady behind the counter called everyone 'my love,' and the owner bade goodbye by saying, 'Cheerio, ladies!' Then as we made our way home Mom said what we were both thinking: 'They actually say that!' :)

The comfortable inside of Goddard's Pie Shop.

A typical evening on the Tube while we make our way home.


Sunday, 9 August 2015

Lessons I learned from Poldark: Whatever Happened to Justice?

This Sunday saw the completion of Poldark's season one saga, wringing tears from those who watched it - those of us who torture ourselves each week as we watch the ups and downs in the life of Ross Poldark. And lately he seems to have experienced many downs. One of the charms of Ross is that he keeps on fighting and struggling to bring justice to all the world against any odds. But every injustice he encounters seems to bring him closer to the despair that his fight will never be totally won. People still die, people are still poor, the powerful still take advantage of the weak, families still fight, businesses are forced to close, and people can still be cruel to their fellow human beings, cheating, killing, gossiping, hating, fighting - and he, at least for a moment, becomes overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of the problem. His fighting spirit droops under the weight of injustice in the world that will just not go away.

I'm afraid I'm going to get a little philosophical on you all in this post... :) But it seems like something worth talking about.

There is a moment about ten minutes before the series ends when you can see it in his face, and Aidan Turner does it masterfully. It is a look mixed with sorrow, disgust, disbelief, anger and heartache. Just looking at him makes me want to weep for him and for humanity!

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He is surveying the wreckage of the Wareleggens' ship while the poor, starving tenants and workers are scavenging the wreckage for passable food, fighting with each other and members of the crew who are washing up on the shore half-drowned. Every person there is tired, hungry and angry, groping in the dark amidst the smoke, the shouting and the human suffering all around them. And there is Ross. He has gone to help any man he can find who needs it, but he seems almost forced to stop by his own realization of the chaos around him - the chaos caused by the acts of self-interest that the instinct for survival drives men to do. Ross hates it, but he is also resigned to the reality that it is natural, that if left without better influence mankind will almost always choose their own interests when their survival is at stake.

He has seen the goodness and sacrifice that mankind can sometimes rise to and that reality makes his realization an even heavier blow. Men work hard in his mine in order to take care of their families, and people like Verity sacrifice their time and personal pleasure to look after their loved ones. Ross loves his wife and daughter, he has true friends in people like Dwight and Verity, and Elizabeth cherishes her son. How, his face seems to say, could people who are capable of love and sacrifice also be capable of such barbarity and selfishness?

This look resonated with me so much because I have thought the same thing, even of myself. It is poignant because it hits close to home, just like any such moment on the screen will do. The human race seems capable of achieving so much beauty, while at the same time achieving new lows of cruelty and self-interest.

From the 1780s until today - indeed, in all of human history - this despairing dilemma has not altered. Sometimes it is tempting to yell, "Why can't people just be good and love to do things that are beautiful - loving, kind, self-sacrificial things? Why is beauty always marred by things that ruin it??" Is there an answer?

Yes.

(And I wish I could tell Ross...)

Humankind was made to be beautiful, to love and show kindness to those around them, to treat those others like people. How can we really know that – especially when people so often act in the opposite way? Because we have an innate sense that cruel, impersonal actions are not right. We all get that look of Ross's on our own faces because we can tell when a person is acting in a way that is less than human.

Why do we think that there is a way to act that is human and how do we know what that should be? How do we know that we should be kind and admire self-sacrifice? The only answer that can explain it and tell us why we so often fail is that God created the human race in His own image – a person who values other people and can love them. The reason we so often don't value and love is because we have decided to choose for ourselves what love is, and that often is biased by self-interest to one degree or another. When we hear the word "sin" we think it is simply breaking a list of rules, but that is a most inadequate definition. What it encompasses is nothing less than a rejection of God – what He says and what He has created us to be and to do.

The actions of those on the beach with Ross can only be called unjust because there is another way of acting that is just. Ross knows it, and he will never give up fighting for people act justly. But all of his work will only be a temporary surface fix. The only solution to end injustice and hatred is a return to the truth: that humankind is less than it should be, and every person desperately needs to be reborn as a new person, which can only happen if they believe with faith in Jesus Christ so God can recreate them.

The world will continue to go on as it is, beautiful and despairingly cruel, while some men are treated with injustice and other men are driven to despair because they cannot save others from such a fate, as long as we insist on trying to solve the problem on our own and without God. Let Ross's look of despair drive us to finding a solution that will fully save the human race.

And thanks for reading to the end!

"As it is written, None is righteous, 
just and truthful and upright and conscientious, 
no, not one."

"...for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God,   
being justified freely by His grace through the redemption 
that is in Christ Jesus..."

Romans 3



© 2015 Anna Morton

Saturday, 8 August 2015

My Evening with the Poldark Family

I'll take any excuse to dress up, so when I heard there would be a two hour finale of Poldark on Masterpiece last Sunday, I pulled out my cookbook with 18th century recipes and my Georgian dress out of my costume trunk to have a party with my fellow #PoldarkPBS Twitter fans.

My 18th century clothing and dessert.

These Sunday nights with Poldark with my fellow tweeters (is there an official title for people on Twitter?) have been immensely enjoyable, and getting two hours of Poldark family drama, complete with tears and smiles, plus an 18th century dessert eaten while wearing 18th century clothing meant that this particular Sunday could be no less than a memorable one.

My latest completed historical clothing project was a robe à la Polonnaise, and I have been looking for an excuse to wear it. What better occasion could there be than the season finale of the year's most popular period drama? It was not only for fun; I was also conducting an experiment to see just how comfortable (or uncomfortable) wearing this style of garment would actually be. I have had plenty of experience wearing Regency gowns and all that goes with them, and I consider them to be reasonably comfortable. But the Georgian style has always appeared to be a bit more confining in its fit. Happily, I discovered that this was not the case! It is quite maneuverable, along with being as reasonably comfortable as the attire of the Regency.

Trying to live like an 18th century lady.
Trying to live like an 18th century lady. It's actually comfortable!
I think that personal experience with a particular historical style can really give a person a valuable understanding of what it was like to live way back when. History and so many of the people who lived it are gone forever, but it is possible to value them and learn from them, and one fairly easy way to do that is by dressing in their clothes and eating what they ate. Those two things especially give us insight into their lives because they are activities they did every day. They can tell us so much about humanity. That is the deeper reason that I take the time and effort to do historical reenacting.

Now on to the trivial reasons. Making the food is fun, and it is almost always delicious! I used a recipe from a book titled The Delectable Past by Esther B. Aresty. The book was a birthday present – one of my favorite kinds, too! It includes modern adaptations of recipes from the Roman times to late 19th century America. Someday soon I hope I get to try some of the Renaissance recipes! (Another excuse for a party...)

I chose my recipe from the chapter on 18th century England, of course, and since Poldark was on after dinner, I chose a dessert entitled Snowballs. The main ingredient might surprise you, as it is not coconut, icing sugar, meringue or even whipped cream – it is an apple. Yes, an apple peeled, rolled in cinnamon and sugar, covered with meringue, cored and filled with jam, and enveloped in pie crust. The end result was delicious! I cooked two apples for ten minutes at 450º, then for forty minutes at 375º, but they weren't quite done, so next time I would leave them in a bit longer. They also definitely need to be covered loosely for the last half of the baking time because the crust really begins to brown.

The finished product really looks quite impressive – especially if they are set in a silver dish atop grape leaves, if I say so myself.

My Snowball (apple) covered in meringue and cinnamon and sugar, and filled with jam.
My Snowball (apple) covered in meringue and cinnamon and sugar, and filled with jam.

The Snowballs just before entering the oven...
The Snowballs just before entering the oven...

Vòila! They were rather like glorified mini apple pies.
Vòila! They were rather like glorified mini apple pies.

Yours truly tweeting away about #PoldarkPBS.
Yours truly tweeting away about #PoldarkPBS.

The inside of the Snowball.
The inside of the Snowball.



















Enough about my efforts – the show was excellently done! The finale was executed in the same spirit of realist drama, idyllic cinematography, and complete emotional chaos. Poldark never allows you to relax. Something either life-changing or life-ruining is always around the corner for someone living on that rocky Cornish coast. I won't give any spoilers, but you can rest assured that the last episode of this series has lost no drama since that which hit us in the first! I would say it has either gotten worse or better, depending on your opinion of the style of a series that takes its viewers on an emotional roller coaster ride every week.

I myself do not like it when there is even a hint a show adds dramatic twists for no reason. If it tries to make itself interesting by doing so, it will almost certainly draw from me a bit of scorn and a move for the stop button. I say all that to make this point: Poldark is composed of legitimate drama. The story of Ross Poldark himself seems especially believable, and Aidan Turner inhabits the character so well. I almost forget that I am watching an actor!

Poldark may be a bit of an emotional roller coaster, but the realistic quality of the ride makes it all the more thrilling! Not to mention more of an inspiration for historical reenacting!



© 2015 Anna Morton