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16 October 2015

Vaughan Williams

Illicit Emissions

The real VW Scandal






The composer, Ralph Vaughan Williams (VW to his friends) was a bit of a saucy chap. He is probably best known for The Lark Ascending, which, according to The Daily Mail (April 6th 2015) is our favourite classical tune: Ralph Vaughan William's work tops poll for second year in a row

  • Topped poll after Classic FM listeners cast more than 200,000 votes
  • British composer inspired by a poem of same name by George Meredith
  • It found a wide audience last year when it was played as Hayley took a lethal cocktail to end her suffering on Coronation Street




But, and this might shock some, so stiff upper lip now.... Ralph (pronounced Rafe by the way) was a bit of a Rake.....




VW was born in 1872 into a well-to-do family in the Cotswolds, where his father was Vicar of All Saints Church, Down Ampney.  After his father's death, in 1875, his mother brought him to Leith Hill Place, in the Surrey Hills near Dorking, which belonged to her family, the Wedgwoods, of pottery fame.....






Leith Hill Place had also been a favourite haunt of the young Charles Darwin, who was Ralph's great-uncle. 

It might have been a slightly spooky house for the little boy, but perhaps it inspired his imagination and instilled in him a love of the woods and hills of England?




Anyway, VW was taught piano, and violin, attended Charterhouse School and the Royal School of Music and then read History and Music at Trinity College, Cambridge, where he became acquainted with members of the Bloomsbury Group.






After graduating he returned to the Royal College of Music, where he became friends with Hubert Parry, Leopold Stokowski and Gustav Holst.




In 1896 VW married Adeline Fisher, a cousin of Virginia Woolf.  Although he was 41 when the First World War broke out, VW lied about his age and enlisted in the Royal Army Medical Corps.  His hearing was damaged by gunfire and bombardment, and as a result he became profoundly deaf.




In 1921, The Lark Ascending (which he had composed in 1914) was premiered, and in 1922 Sir Adrian Boult conducted the first performance of VW's third symphony, The Pastoral, which drew on his experiences in the battlefields of France, as well, perhaps, as harking back to his childhood on Leith Hill.




Ralph Vaughan Williams produced a great variety of work, from his nine symphonies, to choral works, arrangements of hymns (he edited The English Hymnal in 1906) and folk songs, to ballets and opera.  





As a celebrity, VW delighted in the company of women. Although he loved living in London after the war, Adeline became ill with arthritis and the couple, who had no children, moved to live outside Dorking, near where he had grown up. Adeline was not a happy lady; she wore black, from when her brother was killed in the First World War, until her own death. So, perhaps not surprisingly, VW enjoyed London society when he could. He was much admired, and a number of most respectable ladies have admitted that he turned their heads, and perhaps broke some hearts.....





His friends recounted that he was a very tactile person, too, and good company. He was a tall, imposing figure, never very tidy, despite his habit of wearing three piece suits. The singer, Robert Tear, then a student at Cambridge, met VW when rehearsing one of his works at St Bartholomew the Great in London, and described him as looking like an old sofa, with the stuffing coming out!





In 1937, he received a letter from a young woman, Ursula Wood, who offered him some of her poetry as a scenario for a ballet.  Ursula was married to an officer in the Royal Artillery, but was living with her parents.  VW took her to lunch.  In the taxi, before parting, they kissed, passionately.  Within dates... they became lovers. She was 26.  He was 65.






The affair may not have been a grand scandal.  Certainly it was not to disturb economies or to bring about resignations or corporate shame.  To start with, however, it was clandestine, and on one occasion VW and Adeline, Ursula and her husband, went together, uncomfortably perhaps, to see a performance of VW's Hugh, the Drover.  Friends in the arts, got to know of the liaison, but it never hit the headlines. Around the same time, Ursula had an abortion, telling both her husband and VW, but not knowing who had been the father.  






But then Ursula's husband died, suddenly in 1942, of a heart attack, and she became increasingly entwined with the composer, as his literary adviser and personal assistant.  She was invited to VW's home, and met Adeline, for whom she also acted as a carer.  It is possible that Adeline condoned the relationship, and one anecdote teases the idea of a ménage à trois. Late in the war, when V1 bombs were used to attack London, it is said that VW and his wife were in bed, in separate single beds, listening for the ominous cutting out of the flying bombs' engines.  Lying between them, on a palliasse on the floor, holding hands with both Adeline and Ralph, was Ursula.






Adeline died in 1951.  In 1953 Ursula and Ralph were married, and they moved to 10 Hanover Terrace, Regent's Park, where they enjoyed five years together before VW died, in 1958.  He left his ninth symphony unfinished, but is now regarded, by many, as the greatest English composer of the twentieth century, certainly the greatest symphonist..... 

Ursula lived on.  She wrote a biography of her second husband, volumes of poetry, four novels, and, in 1972 (though not published until 2002) an autobiography, Paradise Remembered.  She was president of the English Folk Dance and Song Society, on the executive committee of the Musicians' Benevolent Fund, and worked, with Sir Michael Tippett, on the RVW Trust, founded by her husband in 1956, and still one of the most significant sources in the UK of funding for contemporary and recent British music.

She died on October 23rd, 2007, almost fifty years after Ralph.  

But I think she may have died with a twinkle in her eye?  

Naughty girl!

A lark.  Ascending.....








Leith Hill Place is now managed by The National Trust.


5 January 2015

London 14 - Richmond upon Thames

A Royal Bend in the River






Goo now thy wey, this penaunce ys but lyte,
And whan this book ys maad, yive it the quene,
On my byhalf, at Eltham or at Sheene.....

So says Alceste, the queen of love (modelled on Anne of Bohemia) to the poet, Geoffrey Chaucer, in the Prologue to The Legend of Good Women, in 1386, referring to two preferred royal retreats.  

In the year 1500, King Henry VII, Earl of Richmond (in Yorkshire) renamed the quiet royal manor of Sheen as Richmond - Richmond upon Thames.





Not for nothing are there pubs here named The Duke of York, and The Prince's Head.  It wasn't far away, in Richmond Park, in 1536, that Henry VIII stood on what is now known as King Henry's Mound to spy the smoke signal announcing the beheading of Anne Boleyn at Tower Green.  The following day he remarried.  From this viewpoint today it is possible to see the dome of St Paul's, ten miles away across the city haze (telescope provided by my uncle's firm).





In the town itself, at the end of King Street (or Duke Street, or Old Palace Row), lies Richmond Green, where jousts were held in the 15th and 16th centuries - though nowadays any game involving more than ten players needs special permission.  







The Gate House, Wardrobe and Old Palace Yard of the Tudor Palace (originally founded in 1299 but rebuilt by Henry VII after its destruction by fire in 1497) still remain (as do the 18th century houses of the Maids of Honour of Queen Caroline).  Both Edward III (1377) and Elizabeth I (1603) died in the palace here.






At least one other royal connection can be traced around this bend of the river.  Ham House, just beyond the village of Petersham, owned by the National Trust since 1948, is 17th century baroque and was gifted by Charles I to his whipping boy, William Murray, later 1st Earl of Dysart. Apparently, the house was also where King Charles II secretly met with his Cabal (his policy-making committee, named after the initials of its five members).  






The river flows.....  Central to England and its history.  The bridge here, 91 metres long, opened in 1780, is the eighth bridge to span the Thames in Greater London, and the oldest surviving, and it connects the two parts of the Borough of Richmond, the only London Borough to exist on both sides of the river.






The river flows.....  For centuries the Thames was the preferred means of transport from west to east, and vice versa.  The railway arrived in Richmond in 1840, but the river is still busy with craft of many kinds, though these days more for pleasure than for business.






And as it flows, it floods too, with spring tides still causing difficulties for local residents and patrons of certain hostelries.....







And as it floods it washes the pastures, with Petersham meadows being the nearest true farmland to London.....






And rising above the meadows, with the only view in London protected by Act of Parliament, is the Grade II listed Royal Star and Garter Home, built by Sir Edwin Cooper, based on a 1915 plan by Sir Giles Gilbert Scott (of the St Pancras Hotel and Bankside Power Station - Tate Modern -  amongst other things).  This great building, which occupies the site of the popular Star and Garter Hotel on Richmond Hill, was built to care for servicemen who had been severely disabled during the First World War. Queen Mary, with George V at her side, inaugurated the home in 1924.




The Royal Star and Garter Home, Richmond Hill; sold for £50m in 2014



The Royal Star & Garter Homes is a charity that provides nursing and therapeutic care to the ex-Service community. Having sold their property on Richmond Hill, they now have two homes, one in Solihull and the other in Surbiton, though they plan to open one more in High Wycombe.

The London Square Company (founded in 2010, the company has already created a development pipeline worth over £1 billion) is now working closely with the Borough of Richmond upon Thames, English Heritage and the local community to create a residential scheme which respects and complements the wonderful heritage of this Grade II listed building

It is a relief to know this: some people might have worried that the edifice would just be converted into flats.....

For house hunters who are not into makeovers, Richmond has a range of properties, from this five bedroom Terraced house (valued at about £3m) ....






Or for a similar price, but with one less bedroom, there is Wick House, built in 1772 for the painter Joshua Reynolds, who died here twenty years later....







Though for a two bedroom cottage in Old Palace Lane the price would be a much more affordable one million....








Richmond attracts. Clearly the royals of yesteryear found it healthy and restful, and so apparently do the nouveau riche of today (Sir Michael Jagger being but one householder in the area).  Others from the stage and screen have retired here:





And almost exactly one hundred years ago an earnest, slightly stressy couple moved, initially, into a flat above the delivery entrance to Boots, escaping the intensity of Bloomsbury.  








Virginia Woolf had attempted suicide in 1913, and her husband Leonard fancied that Richmond would be more relaxing.  The lady soon settled in and was often to be seen walking her dog, Grizzle, near the river, which she referred to as my river.....

Unfortunately her recovery was short lived, and just as the couple was about to move into Hogarth House in March 1915 she had a breakdown and was admitted to a nursing home.  Leonard moved in himself, and then Virginia joined him in April, attended by four nurses.


 




They founded the Hogarth Press in March 1917, using a small, hand-operated press, and began by publishing some of their own short stories.  

Then, in November 1918 they were visited by an American who had just turned thirty-one. Within a couple of years, with a little help from Ezra Pound, Thomas Stearns Eliot produced The Waste Land, first published in magazines on both sides of the Atlantic. Virginia had noted that this was a very strange young man.  On June 18th, 1922, he recited the poem to the Woolfs (Woolves?) in their home. Mrs Woolf noted in her diary that He sang it and chanted it, rhymed it. It has a great beauty and force.....  What connects it together, I'm not so sure

In September 1923 the Hogarth press published 450 copies of the first UK book edition of the 434 line poem.  The type was set by Virginia herself.









Trams and dusty trees.

Highbury bore me.  Richmond and Kew

Undid me.  By Richmond I raised my knees

Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.



My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart

Under my feet.  After the event

He wept.  He promised a ‘new start.’

I made no comment.  What should I resent?












The world is what it is; men who are nothing, who allow themselves to become nothing, have no place in it.

A Bend in the River

V S Naipaul


(NB: Naipaul's river was an unspecified African one, probably the Congo, but through gossamer threads I linked his bend and his river to Conrad, and Eliot, colonialism and nothingness - though I realise I am probably stretching all this beyond acceptable limits!)





St Mary Magdalene, Richmond Town Ministry




Elizabeth and Leicester 

Beating oars 

The stern was formed 

A gilded shell 

Red and gold 

The brisk swell 

Rippled both shores 

Southwest wind 

Carried down stream 

The peal of bells 

White towers 


Weialala leia 

Wallala leialala