Saturday 3 June 2023

My nutso kitten and Link to the ghastly Mr Brocklehurst and Jane Eyre

 


Pippy loves a challenge. She sits and watches what is going on, and PLOTS!  She likes to have a puzzle - getting packets of tissues out of a larger pack has kept her amused this last couple of days.  As you can see, like her sister Lulu (who carries her "ballie" about), Pippi also does retrieving!!



She is gathering a little collection.  when really bored, she opens the packets and takes out the individual hankies in the night and I come down to find them scattered around the floor!



Proven Guilty . . .

She is also a Houdini.  I have blocked the cat flap on a couple of occasions with a tub of birdseed and then on top of that the big box of rose feed. When I check later, Pippi has somehow wormed her way through a tiny gap and is outside looking in!!



Seeds planted this week.  Nasturtiums doing well already, and one pot of Cosmos has germinated too.

Family history this week - I was doing work on my grandfather's sister, Mary Elizabeth/Elizabeth Mary- the two names seemed interchangable in documents, as were her mother's (same) names.  She was the one who gives me my Bronte link, as in 1901 she was the Cook for the Carus-Wilson family at Hampstead.  The head of the house was Ernest J, Travelling Secretary of the Young Mans' Christian Association. However, go back to his grandfather, William Carus-Wilson, and here you have the figure that the odious Mr Brocklehurst in Jane Eyre:

Mr Brocklehurst is the supervisor of Lowood School. He is mean, vindictive and enjoys making the girls quiver in his presence. He enjoys the power he has and enjoys doling out punishments. Brocklehurst wants the pupils of Lowood School to be modest and pious and he cruelly restricts their food rations. This is hypocritical, as his family enjoys very fine things and is not deprived of anything.

Personality traits:

  • vicious
  • mean
  • powerful
  • hypocritical"
(Taken from BBC bite size revision.)

"At one point Brocklehurst picks on a girl, Julia Severn, who has curly red hair, simply because he assumes that she must have curled it out of vanity. When he is told that her curls are natural he then insists that they be cut off because the children should not conform to nature. The next moment his own daughters appear, dressed in fine clothes and wearing their hair according to the latest fashion. This certainly indicates that his religious principles are a mockery of Christianity and that he is a hypocrite who cannot act consistently, but it also suggests that anyone who deviates from the hypocritical standards he sets will be cut out like a canker."  (Taken from York notes)

He was instrumental in setting up  Cowan Bridge School, which was for the daughters of impoverished Clergy. Here he is visiting Lowood School (which is what Cowan Bridge was called in Jane Eyre): After a meal - porridge I think - had been completely burnt and rendered inedible and the girls given bread an cheese as a lunch instead: 

"Madam, allow me an instant.  You are aware that my plan in bringing up these girls is, not to accustom them to habits of luxury and indulgence, but to render them hardy, patient, self-denying.  Should any little accidental disappointment of the appetite occur, such as the spoiling of a meal, the under or the over dressing of a dish, the incident ought not to be neutralised by replacing with something more delicate the comfort lost, thus pampering the body and obviating the aim of this institution it ought to be improved to the spiritual edification of the pupils, by encouraging them to evince fortitude under temporary privation."  Taken from Chapter 7 of Jane Eyre on the Victorian Web.  DO read it - the walk to church and the suffering of those poor children.   Two of the Bronte daughters died from attending this school - TB which followed a Typhoid outbreak there, against which their half-starved bodies had no chance.

His faith was that of hell-fire and brimstone and he wrote morality stories for children - I bet "Dead Boy" was eagerly read!!  The lad in question - rather than go to church on a Sunday - went ice skating on the frozen pond instead, reached a weak spot and fell through and drowned.  Of course - divine punishment. In another story a little girl has a screaming tantrum and is struck down dead (by God of course).  

He was a nasty piece of work, as my mum would have said.

Sorry - gone off on one, but the Brontes are one of my major literary interests and Jane Eyre such an excellent novel.

Tam is here this weekend.  We saw the Solicitors in Brecon, who recommended by middle daughter Gabby yesterday.  WHAT a difference to the local ones - organized, helpful, gave us the advice we needed for our new Wills and this will be followed up  by an email setting it all out. 

Today is walk around the top lake, with the fabulous 360 degree panoramic views of the Black Mountains and the Eppynts.  Then this afternoon the Derby is being run.  Can't miss that.

Keith's neck is very stiff this week, which affects his mobility, so I have been putting Voltorol on this morning.  I hope it helps.  

Enjoy your weekend.




12 comments:

  1. Oh that top photo did make me laugh. They are proper little tinkers aren't they.

    Your family research is getting very interesting isn't it, there MUST be some royalty about to pop out of the woodwork soon. Have a great weekend. xx

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    1. Absolutely. They bring us such joy and laugher.

      Nah - no royalty. Best I can do is a sailor on HMS Belleraphon at Trafalgar, which is very interesting, and a couple of teachers.

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  2. That kitten, how clever to invent a game like that, loved those pics.
    Jane Eyre is a favourite with me, truly a classic
    Alison in Wales x

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    1. "That" kitten is currently hurtling up and down the kitchen and hall with her sister, both murping.

      I've read Jane Eyre a few times and love it and always watch any film/adaptation on tv.

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  3. I had to laugh at the first photo, as well as the story about Pippi squirming through a tiny gap to get outside! The younger of my cats will "gather up" the soft cat toys and "hide" them in various places (under beds, behind the sofa, etc.) she may believe the older cat won't find them. Always at night, and I suppose she's doing so then while the older sleeps on my bed. Cats are funny little things, as well as being wonderful companions & at times, quite entertaining.
    Have a wonderful weekend!

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    1. She's a thorough sea-going hooligan! Your cat sounds very maternal or just cheeky to the older cat.

      We did have a great weekend thank you.

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  4. That kitten will find herself in over her head in trouble one of these days!! What a rascal she is! And what fun!
    I read Wuthering Heights, David Copperfield and Jane Eyre during my incarceration at a fairly dire boarding school from 1960 -1970, and took the behaviours on as "just the way life was" . . . now I wouldn't want anyone under 21 to read such harmful stuff! Certainly my grandchildren would have nightmares over it. It reflected its time, and Thank God, that time has passed.

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    1. It wouldn't surprise me, she's such a rascal.

      I wouldn't think those classics are harmful - I read them first in my teens and they opened a whole new door on the past. Dickens wrote what he saw - he used to prowl the streets late at night, looking for characters and situations to populate his books. Basically, they are social history as it happened. I fear that situations just as dire and harmful still happen today, in other countries. There are certainly some despicable things happening in our own country.

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  5. Oh Pippi, what a pickle you are! And snap on growing from seed Cosmos Xanthos (pale yellow cosmos are my favourite because they are less dominant than the pink and white varieties and mingle beautifully with plants such as sky blue salvia Uliginosa and white Gaura) and Nicotiana sylvestris which I will plant through my woodland edge to be tall and graceful and take over from the foxgloves. I look down now into my green woodland edge which was impenetrable when we arrived and smothered in 15 foot high brambles, self-seeded ash and an under storey of ground elder and five years later (along with the wildflower meadow - the bee orchids are popping!) it is the most magical spot in the garden. I adore being down there in the shade on a hot sunny day - my son has hung a hammock between the red oak and red acer, the air is scented by Philadelphus Belle Etoile (a cutting I took five years ago from the original plant I bought from Trengwainton garden in Cornwall), the bees are busy working the foxgloves (from seed) and comfrey (a tiny piece brought from my allotment) , the wild dog rose is in flower and is twining along with honeysuckle through a tall spindle, my holiday treat last year from Burncoose nursery of Azalea Snowbird is in flower and I hear the song of the nightingale. Meanwhile in the kitchen garden the mice have discovered my well-netted strawberries and have been busy caching every single berry, even the unripe ones, into a pile. I need a cat! Have a great weekend BB. We will be cycling to the nearby village of Sutton (has an interesting church dedicated to St John the Baptist) and taking part in their garden trail. There are some gorgeous houses in Sutton so I am looking forward to seeing what goes on behind the garden gate and there is a plant sale and tea and cake in the village hall too. I used to take the children to the Derby when it was run on a Wednesday and it was such fun with a little fairground, clowns making sausage dogs out of balloons, seeing the Pearly Kings and Queens, having a flutter, but once it moved to the Saturday it became the worst kind of corporate event. Sorry to hear K is struggling so much, it must be so hard for you both. S shuffles around in the morning but once we get moving vigorously - I channel Gail my yoga instructor and ex-army PT instructor - he is a changed man. We are still struggling to get S enough drugs. He is prescribed 112 Sinemet once a month which lasts him 28 days, fine when it’s February, not so much when it’s a 31 day month and he is having to reduce the prescribed dose of 4 a day so they last. Aargh - why does dealing with the NHS for chronic illnesses have to be such a battle. Enjoy the lovely weather and your garden BB. Sarah x

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    1. You only get 30 seeds though, BECAUSE they are yellow!! Ah, Nicotiana sylvestris - I know it well. I once sowed an entire packed (2,000 seeds!!) back in the days when I raised herbs and annuals from seed to sell at car boot sales and you can imagine my dismay when I found out that every blardy seed had germinated. Goodness, my garden was wall to wall N.sylvestris that year as there's a limit to how many you can pot on and sell!

      It sounds like you have worked like a trojan in your garden but are seeing the benefits now. Sorry about the mice and your strawberries. Here it is blackbirds - very canny ones.

      Must look up Sutton and the church. I bet the garden trail was lovely.

      Keith has been struggling - it took forever for him to get back in the car on Sunday because of the big gravel lumps on the car park, which are loose and make him very unsteady. Yesterday he began to move around the house a bit more and sat out in the sunshine too. Vigorous movement is a thing of the past. I will settle for him going the length of the kitchen a few times. Once is the limit now.

      Can't believe you aren't having sufficient Sinemet to last the month - cant they count?

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  6. That school! I read about it sometime back and went back to reread on the subject. Just awful. My husband was a preacher's kid, a conservative one at that, from a strict sect. He heard a lot about hellfire and damnation. He detested that then. He detests it to this day.

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    1. I've met a couple of people along the lines of Mr Brocklehurst. Nasty mean-minded individuals.

      Sorry that our husband had to suffer the hellfire and damnation scenario in his childhood. Thank heavens it didn't affect his behaviour/viewpoint.

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