David (eldest son, age 6ish) went to the park with his 5 year old friend. As they were playing, my son (being a little know-it-all) told the younger kid all about the gun they were playing with. (A GUN!!! Betty Debbie, your son was playing with a GUN!?!). Nameless friend runs over to the pay phone that was right by the play equipment, dials 911 and tells the dispatcher that his friend is playing with a gun. Police come right over, assess the situation and send the boys home. Turns out my son was playing with a "gun" - but that was because the park was "Battery Park" and the "gun" was one of those large decommissioned WWII guns that someone looked at and said, "Children through the ages must be allowed to play on that!" [Betty Keira] Fabulous story. I let my own 9-year-old roam the neighborhood greenspace at will. There are no abandoned quarries but plenty of frogs and snakes to catch (ew). It is the heritage of every child to have as much of a Huck Finn childhood as is safe-ish-ly possible, I say. [Betty Debbie] I agree with you. It's a shame that today's parents have such conflicting advice given to them: "Children need to be outside playing - it's healthy" but then: "Stranger/Danger", "Safety First"...What it seems to boil down to is that we end up with way too many helicopter parents - hovering (or hoovering, heh heh) over their children and not allowing them any freedom to be Huck Finn-ish.
MYTHBUSTERS! Augusta slides down into the quarry to rescue a little boy and a dog...notices the broken clavicle, takes her shirt off and rips a strip off the bottom to make a splint or a sling. It's not that I doubt it (too much), but it would be fairly difficult to get a long enough strip of cloth to be of much use. I put some thought into this! Augusta could use one of those sharp flints (the ones that ripped up the seat of her pants) to saw into the edge, then she could tear - but I'm thinking it would be difficult to get past the side seams. Have you ever tried to rip a strip off the bottom of a shirt? On a side note, I love that Augusta wishes that she had a long petticoat like on T.V. Westerns.
At one point in Tulips for Augusta Augusta goes swimming in the Serpentine. I have walked along there, and let me tell you - wouldn't happen. Ew. Yes, it's lovely and all that, but there are an awful lot of waterfowl paddling about...which is a problem with some of the urban lakes around here (near Seattle). Sure you can swim in it - but then you're likely as not to have a bad case of swimmer's itch. Just sayin'... I've known children to swim in water that bracken but she's a public health worker and ought to know better--And now I'm thinking of Avian Flu...
"Constantijn was making himself agreeable to the warden, an elderly Teutonic lady with a Wagnerian manner and a heart of gold concealed beneath a massive bosom. She looked up as Augusta crossed the hall and said in an English she had never quite mastered, 'She is here-you will now go away and be content." Augusta is embarrassed and says, "Oh, Valky!" Constantijn asks, "Why walky?" Was this just in my edition or is there a difference in pronunciation? My omnibus version has "Why Valky?"
Augusta has a nursing stint on the P.P. ward - when talking to Lady Belway - as a change of subject she says, "And now, how about an egg-nog with a hint of brandy, since you didn't enjoy your supper." Egg-nog with brandy? Granted, this book was published in 1971 - but still, brandy? Brandy offered by the nurse, not snuck in under Susan's midi. Weird. Especially weird when you consider that one of the private patients is an alcoholic.
Bottle Stalls. Not the first or last time that we'll run across jumbles sales that have a "bottle stall". Is it sort of a lottery thing? You buy tickets for a set price and for 20P you might score a bottle of scotch or a bottle of sauce (I'm imagining something like ketchup or catsup)? Help me out here. What is the fatal fascination with bottle stalls?
Augusta has a nursing stint on the P.P. ward - when talking to Lady Belway - as a change of subject she says, "And now, how about an egg-nog with a hint of brandy, since you didn't enjoy your supper." Egg-nog with brandy? Granted, this book was published in 1971 - but still, brandy? Brandy offered by the nurse, not snuck in under Susan's midi. Weird. Especially weird when you consider that one of the private patients is an alcoholic.
Bottle Stalls. Not the first or last time that we'll run across jumbles sales that have a "bottle stall". Is it sort of a lottery thing? You buy tickets for a set price and for 20P you might score a bottle of scotch or a bottle of sauce (I'm imagining something like ketchup or catsup)? Help me out here. What is the fatal fascination with bottle stalls?
I'm deliberately not bringing up Augusta's nicknames. I thought they deserve a post all their own. Stay tuned. This afternoon. I promise. Can't wait!
Re. Bottle stalls. You have it exactly right. There were (still are for all I know) a lot of bottles, most of which were small bottles of soda pop - or ketchup for that matter. But there would be some goodies (i.e. alcohol). At my school's annual fete (summer fundraiser) the top prize was always a good bottle of scotch and I swear they kept that ticket back so the dads would keep punting.
ReplyDeleteAnd this is why I find it unsurprising that the nurse would offer brandy. Britain is a culture that embraces alcoholic consumption.
What may seem odd to some US readers is that my school was a Catholic private school run by nuns. But sherry was served to visiting parents and there was no restriction on kids winning the bottles of booze. I suppose in theory we were supposed to hand over the wine to our parents, but I recall more than one midnight dorm party where a bunch of us raised a mug of cheap vino won at the bottle stall.
And that is why I find it unsurprising that the nurse would offer brandy. Britain is a culture that embraces the consumption of alcohol.
sorry, had some trouble posting and one para ended up appearing twice
ReplyDeleteI know there is another book where our nurse heroine gives one of the patients a "pint" with his dinner...
ReplyDeleteAbout the ripping of the blouse. Remember that sergers hadn't been invented then, even commercially. (Or if they had been invented, they wouldn't have been universally used.) So Augusta might have been battling with a fairly conventional seam, which would be more easily ripped through.
ReplyDeleteThis is definitely a Top Five pick. I feel for Betty Keira having to pick and choose for the review.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite part (except, of course, the general point of handsome Dutch doctor falling head first for spunky and winsome young nurse and not bothering to hide it—TULIPS!!) is when August aka “Roly” (love it!—wouldn’t be funny if she hadn’t turned out—um--curvaceous) returns home from the quarry with aforementioned doctor:
Mom: “‘Your blouse—and you’ve grazed your arm—and your slacks! Darling, they’re in ribbons! Why, I can see your b---’
‘Mother!’” A mortified Augusta flees upstairs (you can actually feel her tone of voice).
Aaaah, the eternal-hope-the-earth-opens-up-and-swallows-you (and your mother with it) moment. My mother has provided more than one of these occasions (and believe me, it’s is actually worse when you’re a single adult than when you’re a teenager). It doesn’t make one love a mother any less; it just makes matricide a considered possibility.