Meet My Mother
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"In this captivating poetic memoir, Louise Nicholas honours the memory of her mother, Dorothy, and her mother’s unfulfilled wish – until now – to be a published writer. Dorothy dances across these pages. Her sense of humour, her sparkle, and her love for her five children beam at us through her letters and partially writte
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Meet My Mother - Louise Nicholas
Meet My Mother
Louise Nicholas
Ginninderra PressMeet My Mother
ISBN 978 1 76041 527 3
Copyright © text Louise Nicholas 2018
All rights reserved. No part of this ebook may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the copyright holder. Requests for permission should be sent to the publisher at the address below.
First published 2018 by
Ginninderra Press
PO Box 3461 Port Adelaide 5015 Australia
www.ginninderrapress.com.au
Contents
Introduction
In Her Own Words: 1
The Port Lincoln Years 1945–1966
Return to Adelaide 1966
The Letters
Her Last Ten Years
‘She’s gone…’
In Her Own Words 2
Afterword
Mum’s Recipes
Note
In memory of
Dorothy Edna Atkinson
(1917–2011)
We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
William Shakespeare (The Tempest, Act 4 Scene 1)
’I’ve lived such a little life really.’
Willy Russell (screenwriter, Shirley Valentine, 1989)
Introduction
mumMum in her mid-thirties
Among the things my mother left behind – her watch, her recipe books, a place in my life that was suddenly, irreversibly, empty – was her dream of being a writer. Year after year, I gave her a notebook and pen. Sometimes she made a start. One year, she completed the twenty-nine handwritten pages of her life story that form the first section of this book. Another year, she completed a YWCA creative writing course.
There were letters too, of course – in the days before emails, when everyone wrote letters – and many of my mother’s letters were written in rhyming couplets or quatrains.
But a whole memoir or collection of short stories or poetry? That would have to wait until that ‘one day’, she said: ‘One day when I’m not so busy; one day when I’m not so tired; one day when the time seems right.’ But as is the way with so many ‘one day’s, it never arrived. Or if it did, it was lost when dementia began to worm its way through all she knew and all the words she knew for telling it.
Some people’s lives light up the world stage. The vast majority’s do not. My mother’s life did not. Like Shirley Valentine’s, like mine, hers was ‘a little life’; a hearthrug-sized life. But little though it was, why not shine a light upon it? Not a bright light perhaps but bright enough and long enough to show that she was here and that she loved life, almost as much as she loved her children, and that she played her part in it for ninety-four years.
This book shines a light on my mother’s life. But more than that, by including her words amongst my own, it is an attempt to fulfil her dream, albeit posthumously, of being a published writer.
In Her Own Words: 1
threeChildhood photo: (left to right) Mum, Dick, Joy
At the insistence of my daughter Louise, and being unable, any longer, to ignore the (subtle!) hints of blank books being among my Christmas gifts, I am at last writing all I know about my life, my parents and the times into which I was born. I have also been influenced by the fact that now I am nearing old age – some would say I’m already there! – I wish, constantly, that I’d listened more intently to my parents’ tales of their earlier days. I now have to accept that I really know very little about my mother’s background, and tracing back her family tree, which my son John is trying to do, is fraught with difficulties.
My mother was born in Birmingham, England, on 28th November 1889 and was brought up in the town of Walsall. She was the third child of Kate Mary and Samuel Stephen Davies. Their first child, Daisy (who died when she was seven) was followed by Alex, Minnie (my mother) and, several years later, Percy, whom Mother adored. Kate and Samuel were married young and were still only in their mid-twenties by the time their family was complete.
Samuel Stephen, usually called Sam, had been orphaned at birth; his father had died in a railway accident three weeks earlier and his mother, who was French, died in childbirth, so Sam was fostered by a family in Wales (where he was born). Unfortunately, I know nothing of his early life, except that he followed in what one presumes was his father’s occupation and eventually became an engineer surveyor. After marrying Kate Warren and having fathered four children, he worked on the Punjab railway in India and only returned to England on furlough every two years. During his absences, Kate’s mother moved into the household and took over the cooking and the care of her daughter who, apparently, was not in good health, and seems to have spent a lot of time in bed. For whatever reason, she seems not to have figured very much in my mother’s early years. Although she talked constantly of her father and younger brother, she rarely mentioned her mother except to say, ‘She was always in bed.’
Meanwhile, with Granny busy in the kitchen (apparently, she was an excellent cook; I did have her cookery book – lost, I fear) and their father in India, Minnie and Percy had an unusual amount of freedom. In an age when girls were taught to cook, sew and perform musically, Minnie became proficient at rifle shooting and could often be seen careering around the neighbourhood on her brother’s bicycle, clad in knickerbockers and with her hair pushed up under one of his caps. Needless to say, her father, on