There is no known portrait of Sabine Saunders.This portrait is of Jane Pemberton (1518–1602) whose life bears some similarities to Sabine's, She was the daughter of Christopher Pemberton, a Northamptonshire gentleman and married Nicholas Small, a London cloth merchant, probably in about 1540.Hans Holbein c1540 / Public domain Sabine Saunders was the daughter of Thomas … Continue reading Early Modern Women – Sabine Johnson (c1521-1597?)
Little Boy Lost begins at Christmas 1943 when poet Hilary Wainwright receives the news, brought by Frenchman, Pierre Verdier, that his three year old son, John, is lost somewhere in France. Hilary has only seen his son once, just after his birth, as he had to flee France following the German invasion. His wife Lisa, … Continue reading One Minute Book Review – Little Boy Lost by Marghanita Laski
The Golden Age is a Perth convalescent hospital for children recovering from poliomyelitis. Under the care of dedicated nurses and physiotherapists, the children are taught to use their limbs again and to gain the independence necessary for their return to the outside world. In this nurturing environment, cut off from their familiar lives with family … Continue reading One Minute Book Review – The Golden Age by Joan London.
Images of poverty can easily be skimmed over when looking at old photographs but, for me, the sight of the children's bare feet is a visceral reminder of the reality of their lives. The photographer is Horace Warner (Spitalfields Nippers published by Spitalfields Life Books) Many more photographs can be found at Vintage Everyday: vintage … Continue reading Portraits of London Street Children from the Early 1900s
howling wind rattles at the door icy rain slashes against the windows beneath the blazing globe the black stove radiates heat blasting cold from every corner warm kitchen air thick with soup barley and beef slow cooked to melting bread fresh toasted butter soaked crisply ironed tablecloth white bowls plates bone-handled cutlery in the centre … Continue reading sunday tea
Free verse the sentinel stands guard her eyes searchlights seeking scurrying intruders her feline body silhouetted by the moon Couplet Discarded plastic bag floating in the river aimless, like a dead jellyfish. Quatrain The gusty wind tears at the ragged leaves, The roiling clouds are building in the west, The tousled birds huddle beneath the … Continue reading Short poetry