6 September 2015

Anna Pavlova

Amazing Grace

The Dying Swan




Anna Pavlova, 1881 - 1931, was my mother's Godmother. Despite having been brought up in the Russian countryside by her grandmother, and being educated at the Imperial Ballet School, in St Petersburg, and despite travelling the world (she performed in over forty different countries), from 1911 until her death Pavlova made her home in London, when work and war permitted (so she was an immigrant - and very welcome too!)




It was at Ivy House, a spacious villa on North End Road in Golders Green, that she established her home in 1912.  



Ivy House and garden on an OS map from about 100 years ago

And it was here that she befriended my Grandmother, Marjorie Cecil Napier Ford, later Marjorie Cecil McMullin.  



In recent times the house was used by the London Jewish Cultural Centre, although a ballet school shared the premises.  In more recent times it was destined to become flats, and the extensive gardens, with their swan lake, were disappearing,





but as I have just discovered the house is now becoming St Anthony's School for Girls (Virtute Adepta) 







which proclaims itself as an exciting Catholic sister school to the highly successful St Anthony's School for Boys in Hampstead.....




Anna Pavlova had been a poor, and slight, child brought up by her grandmother in the country, but she had impressed the admissions board in St Petersburg when she was nine, and, in preference to almost a hundred privileged girls with influential parents, she had gained a place at the the Imperial Ballet School, where she studied until she was eighteen.




Anna was taught by Italian Maestro Enrico Cecchetti, who, after the Russian Revolution and the First World War, was invited by Arturo Toscanini to take command of the ballet school at Milan's La Scala, where Anna later visited him. Cecchetti is reported to have said: I can teach everything connected with dancing, but Pavlova has that which can only be taught by God.....







In London Pavlova rested with her various pets, including several swans, her "husband" (Monsieur Victor Dandré was certainly Pavlova's manager, but there is some doubt as to whether she married him), a Russian cook, and, as personal assistants and friends, my great grandmother, her sister Dorothy, and my grandmother, who was only a little younger than  Madame.






Anna Pavlova made her début with the Imperial Ballet at the Mariinsky Theatre, in Pavel Gerdt's Les Dryades prétendues. She went on to become Prima Ballerina in 1906 and then to even greater fame with Ballet Russe, with Diaghilev, when he took them to Paris in 1909. But after one season, recognising that Diaghilev was more interested in male dancers, she formed her own company.  From then on she toured the world, performing in provincial theatres and on grand stages, endeavouring to bring art to the people, in preference to indulging in superstardom and limited galas.





Pavlova spent most of the First World War in the Americas, and by 1920 my grandmother had shipped out to India and, through connections with her brother, who was in tea, had met my Grandfather. They were married in Ceylon in 1921, and Pavlova sent a wonderful cloak to adorn the bride.  In this letter, on Ivy House notepaper, my great grandmother reminds her daughter to write a thank you letter to Madame (Pavlova) but to ensure it was sent through her, as letters via M Dandré were not always delivered.  The letter, by the way, was written after lunch chez La Coupole, in Paris, where they were to visit Pavlova's home for Russian children in St Cloud, among other things.....



Extract from a letter from my great grandmother to my grandmother, Wednesday July 21st 1920




My mother was born in 1923, in India, but was brought to England as a child and met her godmother at Ivy House.  It is now too late to relive those moments, or even to talk them over, but the family hold memorabilia and treasure the connections.  



Anna (standing, left), and Marjorie (standing, right) with Mac, Peter, Eve and Robert: Sussex, c 1930



To close relatives my mother, christened Anna after Pavlova, was known as Anouska, or Anoushka, which may have been given her by her Indian nurse (Anoushka in Hindi means Grace). Annuska, however, is also the Russian diminutive of Anna, and means Princess.








There can be few people around today who met, or saw, Anna Pavlova, and the film clips that exist (some to be found on Youtube) can hardly do her justice, but she was much photographed (hard to believe that a century ago stars were as much photographed as they are today).  Many photo shoots were staged at Ivy House, as Pavlova preferred not to spend her time chasing studios around London, and in some cases my Grandmother availed herself of costumes and sets to have her picture taken too.....  





Marjorie Cecil Napier-Ford, c 1913




Pavlova was a global superstar in her time.  She must have been an extraordinary individual, but she was wary of the film medium (Douglas Fairbanks and Mary Pickford persuaded her to record some dances in their private studio at their home in Holywood, but she was not happy with the outcomes) and she was careful with formal portraits, ensuring that she always looked perfect. A few more informal pictures do exist, however, and these snaps of her in Hamburg Zoo show her in relaxed and playful mode.....







Several of her most famous dances were inspired by the natural world. Apart from The Dying Swan, she danced as butterfly, dragonfly, a rose, Californian poppies, autumn leaves and  a snowflake. 


Dragonfly





By today's standards Pavlova may have been an unorthodox dancer, and, as, in her mature career she rarely performed entire ballets, her reputation rested on pieces tailored to her individual style and charisma. She was, apparently, extremely competitive and temperamental at times, and on one occasion slapped her male partner (Michael Mordkin) in front of the audience believing him to be receiving more than his share of the applause.  

But despite such faults, she was universally loved, and, through her desire to perform in small theatres and in countries where ballet was virtually unheard of, her inspiration was felt throughout the world.  Her grace and elegance touched all who saw her, especially in her signature piece, choreographed for her by Mikhail Fokine in 1905.  This was inspired by a poem by Tennyson and set to the music of La Cygne, from Camille Saint-Saëns' Carnival of the Animals.  Pavlova performed this piece over 4,000 times, and her last words, at half past midnight on Friday 23rd January, 1931, were Get my 'Swan' costume ready.....




The Dying Swan






The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul

Of that waste place with joy

Hidden in sorrow:



 The Dying Swan



Alfred Lord Tennyson



Whilst on tour in Europe, in January 1931, Pavlova had been stranded for hours by a train incident not far from Cannes. Weakened by an exhausting programme of touring and rehearsal, she caught a chill, which developed into pleurisy, and she died a fortnight later,  at the Hotel Des Indes in The Hague.  It is a beautiful hotel, and her spirit still lingers in the Anna Pavlova Library Cigar Lounge, on the ground floor, the room where, shortly after asking Victor to lay out her costume for The Dying Swan, she expired.





Victor Dandré's book remains with us, when almost all other traces of the star have faded. Our copy is inscribed to my Grandmother.....







As a tribute to the spiritual beauty of Pavlova's art he quotes, in his final chapter, the speech of the Orthodox Bishop Tikhon at a memorial service for her held in Berlin. The speech explains how the Orthodox Church teaches that the human body indissolubly merges into the higher world of the soul and contains in it the spark of the Holy Ghost.... I am not sure I share these thoughts exactly, but he went on to explore how one is to look upon the disapproval of the Church canons for the theatre and theatrical dances, and his ideas carry a message that humanity does not yet practise as it might....

Rhythm, dance, therefore, like verse, is one of the natural ways of artistically expressing our feelings, thoughts and moods.  Consequently the dance of a true artist is his form of service to beauty.  And as true absolute beauty is God, the dance, therefore, can serve God.  And the service to God, as absolute beauty, is so high and so fruitful, that our writer, F M Dostojevsky, says in a prophetic ecstasy before beauty: Beauty will save the world. And in truth, what lofty and noble feelings, thoughts and moods can be called up in the spectator by a true artist-dancer in a beautiful and dignified dance! And what a high spiritual enjoyment can such a dance be for the spectator.  It transports him out of this vale of tears and vanity to the high heavens, to eternal beauty, to God.....


Verily hers was a pure soul reaching after heaven with such strength that even her body in those marvellous dances, dances in the service of beauty, seemed to spurn the earth in its flight to God, drawing her spectators with her.....




Anna Pavlova (1881 - 1931)






Anna Pavlova had no children of her own, but she cared for and educated many, and inspired many more.  As Godmother to my (I should say our, in respect to my brothers) mother I can not tell what influence she directly had, but as her spirit has permeated our family all my life and more, I can only think that somehow she is still present, and beautiful.

As W B Yeats wrote in Among School Children:  

I dream of a Ledean body.....
O body swayed to music, 
O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?





Marjorie Cecil McMullin (1887 - 1954)
Inscribed on the back:  
To Momma - Memories of your first visit to 94, High Street Witney - June 1947




From amongst mum's possessions


On the back, in mum's later handwriting



Anna Gibbs, nee McMullin
1923 - 2019

30 August 2015

Big Yellow Taxi

You don't know what you got 'til it's gone







Joni Mitchell originally wrote Big Yellow Taxi in 1970, after looking out of her hotel window on her first trip to Hawaii.






She rerecorded it, with very slightly modified lyrics, in 2007, on her album Shine.






The line, You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone, (which became the title of a hit by Cinderella in 1988) has been on my mind just lately, both at home and walking in the Chilterns, where we live.



 


The summer is not over yet, but the weather's changeable, and the glory of the flower days has passed.






Hey farmer
Put away your DDT
Give me spots on my apples






But leave me the birds and bees
Please






It's doesn't seem to have been a bad year for bees, but that is relative. Joni sang about the danger of DDT.  Neonicotinoids neither fit the scansion nor rhyme that easily with bees....

So they paved paradise
And put up a parking lot





Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone






Some things fly past so fast, you don't even notice.....






'Til they're gone.....






This time of year, you begin to see fruits, and nuts, ripen on the trees....







And then they are gone....  Stolen by squirrels....







The flowers that so splashed the landscape a short while ago....







Have set their seeds and flown....






So they paved paradise 
And put up a parking lot






Don't it always seem to go
You don't know what you got 'til it's gone

© 2007; Crazy Crow Music 







Hope Joni is well

23 August 2015

Escape to the Country

North by North Norfolk






Escape to the Country is billed, by BBC2, as a series which helps prospective buyers find their dream home in the country.  In each programme we discover why they want to move, what they're looking for and which part of Britain they've set their heart on. In their chosen area, we show them three idyllic country properties that match their search criteria and their budget. The last option is the 'mystery' house, a property that challenges our buyers' perceptions about what they really want….. At the end of the programme, our house hunters discuss all the properties they've seen and decide which one is the best option for them.

This, the MemSahib’s favourite programme (there are endless repeats on Really) might better be summarised as ageing middle class couples with pets dream of The Good Life…..




So this week, retired couple, Ricky and Mandy, with their pet dragon, Meadow, are seeking to sell their priceless accommodation in Harpenden, Herts, to relocate to North Norfolk, to benefit from the endless grey skies, the winds from Siberia, and extreme traffic at weekends.  They are quite flexible in the number of bedrooms and bathrooms, but would like a library, servants’ quarters, possible a priest hole, and stabling for their entourage.  They prefer period properties but are not keen on low beams.  The kitchen should be quite separate from the dining room, and Mandy would like a room for her tapestry work.  Ricky would like outbuildings for his taxidermy, as he loves stuffing birds.  The couple don’t mind if there is some renovation work to be done, as they are up for a bit of a project.

The budget is flexible, as house prices in Harpenden are astronomic, so this should be a doddle for our presenter, who will take them to a selection of properties which are usually isolated and inaccessible. The last property of course will be the Mystery House, which will be totally out of keeping with the couple’s intentions, but which will at least make the presenter smirk with supercilious smugitude….

So, Ricky and Mandy, why North Norfolk?

Well we are great fans of Alfred Hitchcock and our favourite is the one in which Cary Grant outruns the birds in a cornfield having driven along the coast completely drunk, and then has his face chiselled on a rock near the Statue of Liberty, where Tippi Hedren pulls him up into the upper berth on the night train from Liverpool Street.  Ever since then we have yearned for a place surrounded by great flocks of birds, and want to live like James Mason…..

OK, that's great, and, well, we do have some very exciting properties lined up.  So cram into the back of my old Chevrolet while the cameraman films me driving…..


And the first property is a mile and a half from the village of Aylsham, which has a farmers' market twice a month, but our property is a Jacobean house with its own church and pub.....



Blickling Estate


First impressions?

Quite nice, I suppose, but it looks single glazed.  And can you get children to sweep the chimneys?

Ha ha, of course.  Interestingly Anne Boleyn lived here, before she was beheaded that is..... Shall we go inside?  You will see that the current owners are packed and ready to vacate....




But you will be interested to see that the table is laid for dinner with their friends, which gives you an idea of the kind of people they were.....




Ooh, I like Joyce Grenfell, and isn't David Cameron an Astor by marriage? But  Kermit Roosevelt? Wasn't he an alcoholic? And Joachim von Ribbentrop?  Was he Jewish?  What did they eat?

I'm afraid I can't tell you that, as they ate in French....




Mmmm, I like Maryland chicken! Can we keep the cook?

I'm afraid she's off, but you do get the lady by the tapestry upstairs....




And there's a chap who hangs around the piano in the library.  He's free....




Very nice.  What about the pictures?

You can have this one.....




Poor chap.  He must have worked very hard.

I think it was the table plans. Anyway, must press on as we've lots more in store....  But before we go, have a little look at the garden,




Of course you get the cows, and notice the little sign in the bottom left of the picture.... 'pumped sewer' - all mod cons....

Our next property is not far away....



Felbrigg Hall



What do you think?

I don't like the motto. "Gloria Deo In Excelcis."  A bit 'in your face' isn't it? Did nuns live here? And again we have chimneys and single glazing, but it looks a little more manageable than the last one.

Well it is also Jacobean, and it is one of the largest estates in Norfolk, with 1,760 acres, including 520 acres of woodland.

Plenty of firewood then?

And you do get a pianist with this one.....





Not sure I like the children.  Can they clean chimneys?

Ha ha, I expect they would love it. Come through to the dining room. Is this to your liking?





What's on the menu?  Apart from rubber pheasants?




Bit heavy for us, don't you think dear?

But you don't have far to walk to the Drawing Room where you can sleep it off....  This is where the last owner, Robert Wyndham Ketton-Cramer, sank into depression and allowed the house to crumble.

A little dark, don't you think?






But subsequently the estate was managed by Christopher Mackie, whose wife Mary wrote "Dry Rot and Daffodils" - have you read it?

No but we heard "Cobwebs and Cream Teas" on the radio.  It was quite good.  Anywhere for my taxidermy?

Oh yes.  Between the kitchen and the Dining Room, below stairs. The squire's grandfather was a keen ornithologist.....





Nice.  I can see he loved his birds. And what about the kitchen?

Fully equipped.  Quite modern.....





And so, as the sun sets over the North Norfolk Coast, we come to the end of our first day of house-hunting for Ricky and Mandy.  Tomorrow we will continue with our search, and of course we will finish with the Mystery House, which I am sure will cause waves.....

Zzzzzzzzzz.... (Time for an advertisement break)






So we start our second and final day of house hunting in the superb region of North Norfolk, in the hamlet of Oxburgh, which has a pub, though you would have to drive seven miles to Swaffham for a pint of milk and the Daily Mail.

Today's first house is a fine example of a late medieval moated manor house.  Outside you only have seventy acres of garden and woodland,  but inside you do get a priest hole as the Bedingfield family were Catholic.  





Oxburgh Hall




What do you think, guys?

Quite nice.  Is it haunted?

Well there is a curtain that is always billowing rather spookily in the Queen's chamber.....





But more to the point, a rather large lady has often been seen inspecting the furniture in the Master bedroom.....






Oh my goodness!  Chilling!  I'm not sure this is for us.

Well it does have some very nice period pieces, like this fireplace....





Mmmmm. Shame about the cat.

And I rather like the way they have made use of window seats....

No curtains.  People can see in.






So I get the feeling that this one has not got the wow factor?  Shall I take you to the Mystery House?

Indeed. We can't wait.

And what do you think it will be?

A barn conversion? A new build? A WWII airfield?

Not this time!  I'm taking you to the village of Snettisham, mentioned in the Domesday Book, and home to an RSPB nature reserve, 




so you'll get plenty of birds....







I'm afraid the railway station was closed in 1969, but Nicholas Pevsner claimed that the 14th century St Mary's Parish Church "is perhaps the most exciting decorated church in Norfolk."  This is also famous for the "Snettisham Hoard," a series of discoveries of precious metal objects from the Iron Age, currently in the British Museum.








And the property I am going to show you is just down from the Yacht Club....






What do you think, guys?


I'm blown away..... It's perfect, don't you think dear?

But can we afford it?








So we have reached the end of our house search in North Norfolk.  Retired couple, Ricky and Mandy, were looking for a detached property with room for their interests, and with a comfortable budget.  We showed them three desirable family residences, each with period features, including plenty of grounds and outhouses, but somehow none of these quite hit the spot.  The last property, the Mystery House, was something of a gamble, but Ricky and Mandy seemed really taken with it, despite the fact that there were no servants' quarters nor stables.  






On the coast of the Wash in the village of Snettisham, within a short walk of local facilities, including a fish and chip shop, and with views of vast flocks of birds as the tide sweeps in, the house caught Mandy's imagination at once.








I have to say that this just goes to show how the Mystery House tests the imagination and how, sometimes, it releases unexpected ideas. Sadly, in this case, although Ricky and Mandy made an offer on the Mystery House, they were unable to proceed, as the lease does not permit the keeping of dragons on or near the premises..... 

But Ricky and Mandy will continue their search for their dream home in North Norfolk, and I am sure that sooner or later, with their affection for Hitchcock, birds, and their pet dragon Meadow, something will turn up.....