Tuesday, 9 April 2019

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS VESTRY HOUSE MUSEUM...

We finished our day out in Walthamstow with a visit to the Vestry House Museum, which focuses on the heritage of the local area and houses the Waltham Forest Archives and Local Studies Library.
The building dates back to 1730, when Walthamstow was a picturesque London village, as opposed to the bustling suburb it is today.  Its original function was as a workhouse containing 20-30 paupers, and also as the meeting place for the local government of the period, which were known as the Vestry.
The Watch- an 18th century forerunner to the police force- also operated from the building at the same time, until the paupers left the building for the West Ham Union Workhouse in 1840.  The Metropolitan Police then operated from the site for some 30 years.
When the police left the building became a warehouse, then the headquarters of the Walthamstow Literary and Scientific Institute and then a private house.
In 1930 Walthamstow Borough Council took over some of the building and established Vestry House Museum of Antiquities.  The venture became successful and, in 1933, the council acquired the freehold of the whole building, which they continued to use as a museum. 
It was a very squally, changeable day weather-wise, and we had to endure brilliant, blinding sunshine one moment with winds, high velocity clouds and outbursts of rain the next.

We reached the museum by walking past St. Mary's Church, which was founded in the 12th century.  It's been added to and modified over the years, and all that remains of the Norman church are some pillar bases with chisel marks on them.

I loved these elaborate but overgrown graves.  'I wouldn't mind being buried here,' I said to Dean, nostalgically...

'How about I put you in a black plastic bin bag and throw you over the wall?' was his reply.  I think, by this later stage in the day, I'd started to annoy him...😉

Locals have dubbed this 15th century nearby timber-framed 'hall house' building 'The Ancient House'.  The Nags Head pub sits right behind it.

The museum entrance.  The white section over the doorway contains this dire (not particularly visible in this photo) warning:-

This House Erected
An. Dom MDCCXXX.
if any would not work
neither Should he eat

To the right is the shop and office, which was once the kitchen area.  This gallery was once the Vestry meeting room and workhouse master's rooms.



Map of Walthamstow...

I liked these three quirky pictures!

The workhouse included a brewhouse and a bakehouse and the inmates were fed three plain meals a day with a single pint of beer (half-a-pint for children)...

The children were taught to read, write and cast accounts.  Boys were trained for local trades, girls for a place in service...

Unwinding tow (used for mixing with tar and plugging holes in ships' decking) was an unpopular task as it ruined the worker's hands.  I've tried to manipulate this photo as it came out blurrier than I would have liked...

Window view of the lovely garden, which still grows plants that would have been grown by the workhouse inmates in the 18th century.

Kids can dress up in simple clothing like those the workhouse children would have worn...

Chest...

In the corner are a selection of police artefacts from the time of The Watch...

These rooms upstairs used to be four bedrooms for inmates.  This part is now recreation of a Victorian parlour, circa 1890.  It was very hard to get a decent picture as, without a flash, the area's very dark and if you use a flash then it rebounds off the glass...

You get a ghostly Vain Old Tart reflected in this one...

These toys were manufactured, or being played with, in Waltham Forest during the 19th and early 20th centuries...



I nicknamed these rocking horses Rocky and Big Rocky.  They sound like relatives of mine (think about it...)😁


The Walthamstow Tea Service (so called because it depicts local houses) was produced in the 1820s for a local well-to-do family, but not much else is known about its origins...

The Domestic Life Gallery contains items used in the house in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.  My nan had items like these in her kitchen...

My nan also had a mangle like this...

...And a range like this.  It brings back a distinct memory of my father leaving a plate of chips inside to keep warm- and they came out rather blackened!


1940s parlour...


My mother owned a Singer sewing machine like this, and my interest in fashion and making clothes began with me experimenting with it...


Wartime rationing...

As a kid, I remember taking one of these stone hot water bottles to bed.  They certainly did the trick and were very efficient!

More kitchen implements...

Nostalgia cabinet...

The actual police cell with its bench and toilet still exists, with a scene from April 1861 recreated.  Sgt. Charles Carpenter arrested James Wright for being drunk and disorderly.

The Costume Gallery, with clothing to do with 20th century sunbathing and holidays...

Georgian dress...

Second World War uniform.  The panelling in this room is 16th century and was removed from Essex House during its demolition in 1933.

This was the ONE photo I wanted to get right...but it didn't come out well.  It was my favourite artefact and is a wedding dress dating from January 1939.  Aarrgghh!!

...But I found this PDF floating around and bad me decided to borrow it...

Making and repairing clothing...

The cabinet to the right of the Victorian dress is actually a jukebox!

Behind the clothing cabinet, the stairs lead upstairs to the Archives...

The next section shows a modern artwork textile devoted to women's suffrage and 100 years of women having the vote...

I loved this self-explanatory piece from the exhibition Motive/Motif: Artists Commemorate the Suffragettes.  The artist is not known to me, but is called Amelia Rubika.

This lovely beaded piece is by Helen Storey, who is an artist, designer and professor.  There are also other works by known creatives here.  One of the names I recognised was modern artist Sarah Lucas.

The car was the last exhibit we saw.  It was built locally by Frederick Bremer in 1892.  The Bremer car is one of the claimants to being the oldest British-built petrol car and had a speed limit of just four miles per hour!
We have a curious SuperDean standing sentinel...

Outside to the lovely garden...


Down the walkway...


Direction sign...

Drinking trough...

I'm not sure of the significance of this little pool- it looks modern.  But it also looks cute, so I took a photo of it!

Back view of the house...

The Watch House (or Cage) for the accomodation of prisoners overnight used to be outside, and was erected in 1765.  You can still see its original location etched onto the wall...

This Grecian-style creation was once part of the General Post Office (GPO), which stood next to Postman's Park near St Paul's Cathedral.  It was demolished in 1912 and this piece salvaged and offered to Waltham Forest council.  I'm not sure what it was- maybe part of a column?
I've visited Postman's Park and here is the link:-

Skinny blossom tree as we left...

Vestry Road...

At the bus stop, I took this photo of Waltham Forest Town Hall.  It's quite imposing and I like the decorative pool and fountain in the foreground... 

Would I return?  Yes- it's free to enter, not too hard to get to, and I want to get a decent photo of that wedding dress!

TTFN

The Miss Elaineous

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Monday, 8 April 2019

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS THE WILLIAM MORRIS GALLERY...

William Morris (1834-1896) was born in Walthamstow (an area of London I don't know well- but which is an easy bus ride away) and died in Hammersmith; where I used to live.  From 1878 until his death he lived in a house in Upper Mall, which I vaguely remember passing en route to one of the pubs on the waterfront.  That might explain why there are pubs named after him in both of these areas.
This multi-talented man was a successful textile designer, poet, novelist and- despite coming from a well-off background- socialist reformer.  He was heavily involved and very much associated with the British Arts and Crafts Movement, which preferred traditional methods of manufacturing and was essentially anti-industrial.  He felt that much in the way of quality was lost during these modern processes and that conditions in factories were very often substandard.  Whilst he believed that art should be available to all, he did not want to put profit at a higher importance than the beauty of the objects he was making.
I wholly agree with him- so much, nowadays, is lost in the name of commercialisation; something which I've noticed both in the fashion and literary fields.  Indeed, clothing is more about 'hanger appeal' and churning out garments for as low a price as possible than care taken over the design process and proud individuality.  Overseas manufacturing means that we no longer employ children to make our clothes, or allow people to work in (sometimes) inhumane conditions (whilst I respect the fact that not all factories are like that)- no, we've simply pushed the problem abroad, whilst putting British manufacturers out of business.  I've seen this first hand and it STINKS.  Also, in the literary world, the average novelist has to compromise and pigeonhole their work into the 'easy to read, commercial, 400 page novel' genre- how egregious and absofuckinglutely ridiculous.  No wonder self-publishing is becoming the success it deserves to be.
Rant over- now on to the Walthamstow museum.  Plans to open a William Morris museum were first discussed in 1914, although the William Morris Gallery wasn't opened until 1950.  It underwent a major refurbishment in 2011-12 and is free to enter.

It was a squally day when we arrived at the William Morris Gallery...  

It's housed in his childhood home and he lived here from 1848-1856, with his widowed mother and eight brothers and sisters...

You enter via the rather pretty shop (although they had no pens for me to buy my SuperDean as a souvenir...😞)
Here is a bust of the man himself...

In the next room is a quote I like.  It reads,
'I do not want art for a few, any more than education for a few, or freedom for a few'.

Close-up of his plaster head...

This depicts the Oxford Union Murals (1857-59) which were painted by Pre-Raphaelite artists Edward Burne-Jones, William Morris and Dante Gabriel Rossetti (who later had an affair with Morris's wife.)  They made the mistake of painting the murals directly onto the walls, so they quickly began to deteriorate.  William Morris later completely repainted his design for the ceiling.

Red House in Bexleyheath, where Morris lived, with his wife Jane (who was a muse of the Pre-Raphaelites and of a lower social class to him) from 1860-1865.  This is operated by the National Trust and is commutable, so I might just have to visit...😊

William Morris chairs and wallpaper...

Tiles...


Carpets...

Woven textiles...

Close-up of the kind of traditional (floral) yet modern (asymmetric) designs which were typical of Morris...

Traditional woodcut...

Stained glass- this man really was a versatile artist!



Weaving loom.  I had a small version of one of these as a child...

Tapestry...

This room was quite small and right next to the shop.  These pictures are quite dark as I didn't know if photography was allowed, and had to refrain from using the flash as it would have been too obvious...



Upstairs are pieces inspired by the repetitive nature of Morris's designs and executed by three local artists who are based at Blackhorse Workshop.  The collection is called Beauty and Incident...


There is a room dedicated to a temporary exhibition of works by Frank Brangwyn.  This is inspired by the energy of London.

Chair...

Screen...

This section is about Morris's life and politics.  He quoted:-
'Well, what I mean by socialism is a condition of society in which there should be neither rich nor poor, neither master nor master's man, neither idle nor overworked... in which all men would be living in equal condition, and would manage their affairs unwastefully'. 

'Ever since I could remember, I was a great devourer of books', quoted Morris.  I loved this screen and it reminds me of the eye test you get at the optician's!



His passion for books and storytelling fed into every aspect of his art.  Here is another quote of his:- 'If a chap can't compose an epic poem while he's weaving a tapestry, he had better shut up, he'll never do any good at all'.  I quite agree, and I'm not such a chap!

Of course, we have to have a Vain Old Tart photograph, with a section of SuperDean to the side...

My horsey friend- this section had puppets for children (and big children!) to play with...

Tile frieze.  Morris & Co. still thrives as a design company today...

William Morris visited Iceland in the 1870s and fell in love with its strange landscape...

The Morris family left the house in 1856 and the next occupant was publisher Edward Lloyd (1815-1890).  His son Frank eventually  donated the house and grounds to Walthamstow, and Lloyd Park was opened in 1900.




Beautiful blossom...

Bubbling brook cascade...

Island...

Bridge...

My favourite, pretty water view...

The back view of the house...


Would I return?  Yes, definitely.  Also, the weather was very changeable (brilliant sunshine with shifting clouds one minute, then a deluge of spit the next) and a tad chilly, so it would be nice to return on a more clement day!

TTFN

The Miss Elaineous

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