Sunday, 6 December 2009
A nod to Christmas
Now Christmas is looming large on the horizon, I thought I would start including little pieces of Christmas memories and lore from several books I have. A Hampshire Christmas compiled by Sara Tiller is on the desk in front of me, so the first extract will come from that . . .
CAROLLING by Norman Goodland
'Carols is funny things! They bain't all to do wi' Christmas! if you don't ring 'em out proper, they might now answer the dor, nor gie thee nar apence!
Foster Father was delivering his annual lecture to the Baughurst bell-ringers, of whom he was Captain. They practised in Foster Mother's scullery, on the handbells.
I remember them - big bewhiskered men, shirt sleeved and leather-belted, standing facing each other in a double row. Flashing up the brass bells. Checking the swing with broad thumb, to make them speak' in their clear, lucid tones. It was all taken very seriously. Standards were high; they had to be, to impress the gentry upon whom they called.
They walked from Baughurst to Wolverton, back through Ramsdell and Pamber End, and home through what was then known as the 'gypsy' village of Tadley, or made their way up to Heath End, aiming for the high spot of the season - Aldermaston Hall.
We had to watch they sarvint galls!' Father once told me. 'They was always up to mischief!
'We was invited up to the hall oncest. We 'ad to go in through the back, an' through the kitchens y'see. An' we left our 'ats in the kitchen along wi they gals.
'We went in and give a tune or two to the Master and the Mistress, and then as was there. They gie us a sovereign! They told us to go back to the kitchen and Cook would gie us a drink.
'So we done that. And when 'twas time to get on, they gals was round the door away from the light. An' they wouldn't gie us our 'ats until we give 'em a Christmas kiss.
'Waal - you never put yer 'at on inside a gentleman's 'ouse, luk. So we put 'em on outside in the dark - so we didn't see what was gwine on.
'Anyways. We went on down to the Hind's Head, t'other end o' the street. We went in, took off our 'ats - an' everybody started to laugh! We didn't know what to make on it! Til we looked at each other - an' we seed we all 'ad white 'air - like a bunch of old men!
' 'Twas they sarvint gals! They'd put flour in our 'ats - whiles we was a-carollin' for the Master!'
Father and his bell-ringers faced some competition from other Christmas and New Year rounders - the village bands of the time - The August Hill Drum and Fife Band. The Temperence Bands; ne from Tadley, one from Baughurst. But it is said at the end of their rounds, the Temperence Bands were not more temperate than Father and his bell-ringers, when they came to clanking up the garden path well after midnight, to collect their bicycles and wobble their ways home!
I have so enjoyed typing that up. As a Hampshire Hog myself, the Hampshire accent still speaks softly in my ears - it was a delight to hear it spoken in Ringwood this summer - and in Norman Goodland's voice. He broadcasted regularly on local radio and wrote several excellent books, made tapes of the same. A good man, sadly no longer with us. "A good old bwouy" indeed . . .