Thursday, May 9, 2013

A tale of three mothers

That's Dandy Gilver's, Opal Jones's and mine.

Dandy Gilver's mother started her off with a good smack in the chops by naming her Dandelion.  Mr and Mr Leston were great devotees of the Arts and Crafts movement, so popular in the late Victorian age, and it seemed like a good idea, I suppose, to call their daughter after one of England's most neglected wildflowers.  I think, in contrast, that if you want someone in your family to have a funny name you should change your own.

After the christening, Dandy's mother receded and Nanny Palmer came to the fore, as was usual in the upper classes at the turn of the 19th century.  It's Nanny Palmer whose voice is still in Dandy's head and whose spirit hovers.



Dandy got a better deal than Opal Jones, the heroine of my new stand-alone AS SHE LEFT IT (8th June).  When the book opens Opal is coming back to her childhood home after her mother's death.  Here's what she finds:
The curtains were shut, like always, and the bed, like always, was heaped up
with pillows and cushions, piled high with quilts and blankets, a nest. 
Magazines and a toilet roll, some clothes, some bottles of course, an ashtray
and a big soup tin without its label for emptying the ashtray into and, where
the blankets were pushed back and the pillows and cushions were flattened,
a round hole, tiny.  Big enough to hold her mother?  Must have been.
She hadn’t died there; she’d gone to the hospital; admissions, acute medical
– or that bit of acute medical that’s basically the drying-out ward – then HD
then ICU and there she had died.  But it had started here.  One night, or one
morning more likely, she had climbed in and never climbed out again.
My two heroines have very different lives and grew up into very different women.  Dandy is brisk and capable and it would take a lot to sink her. Opal is tough on the outside but wary of going to places that will open her wounds. One the other hand, Opal can feel things; Dandy believes that feelings are not quite respectable and avoids them.  Hm, maybe they're more similar than I realised, after all.

I got a whole lot lucker than either Dandy or Opal when it came to mums. My mother, Jean McPherson, brought up four girls, knitted all their jerseys, cooked two hot meals a day from scratch and taught them a love of books.  What more could you ask for?  Okay, themed launch-party cakes:


cut with the McPherson family musical cake-slice. UK Mother's Day has been and gone but every day is a good day to say "Thanks, Mum."





5 comments:

  1. Hey, I know Jean McPherson and it's true: she's a star among mums!

    As for Dandy's mum... I doubt she'd have known one end of a knitting needle from the other.

    I've been lucky enough to read Opal Jones story too (Advanced Reader's copy) and I'd recommend it highly. Her mum's sad really. Reckon if she'd had Jean McPherson as a role model she'd have done a darn sight better.

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  2. I must read Opal Jones's story now. You big tease.

    Happy US Mother's Day to your Mum.

    (My captcha, by the way, is "1902-1911" Do you think there's a significance there?)

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  3. This post was about mothers but here in the comments I need to say that my father - Jim McPherson - was right there too. He came home from work at night (bone-tired, I'm sure) and built new rooms for our house and furniture to put in them.

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  4. Having been lucky enough to meet your mum, I know first hand that she is a treat. She certainly deserves kudos for having raised such a lovely daughter!

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  5. Can I be adopted? I'm already house-trained.

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