ee A LIFE IN MOVIES the director of such casi films as The Red ‘Black Narcissus and | Know Where his own emergence as film-maker dy, when he ats a5 mentor lirectors such as Scorsese, In this enthalling autobiography, ‘Shoes, The Lifeand Death of Colonel Blimp. Tm Going traces the development of film and from the days ofthe great silent epics to the present nd advisor to the new generation of American Speers and Coppola "From an ‘enchanting recreation of his childhood in rural Kent, ‘Michael Pow Aare mons to the South of France n the 1920s, the great Bish ao Pncnso ad Shpperon inthe heyday, te Soc es, Canad Aan erect tondon, He aes us behind the gamour and wizardry ofthe Holywood ah hs reat le were mae eels the sry of is long cee on wih Emer Presburer, and ves wonderfl insights nto many Sooner rnd fags, suchas legendary moguls Alex Korda and J. Artur Tete et tecor Aled Finehcock, end ameng many oter wars Laurence Bie Davkd Niven, Lesie Howard, Mota Shearer, Deborah Ker, Ie ai semrainment evocative and hl anecdotal A Lif im Movies ia nara of Hallpwood andthe British fm indy through more dae sar of change Powells sens of place feng for amompere and than a? sonling make throne of he alleme great Books of he cinema. “Me Powell's autobiography is very diferent from the common run of movie senscin For one thing the writing ie racy snd vigorous; for another, the book men's man with wide human and cultural horizons. Like a good Powell or FowelbPrenburger movie, if has imagiation and flair.» 1 enjoyed it tremendously. John Gros, New York Times “One ofthe most impressive accounts yet written ofthe erratic history of British cinema" The MlagecineMICHAEL POWELL A Life in Movies AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY A Methuen PaperbackBy Mehen London Led {1 New Fee Lae, London ECAP AEE {© Micad Powel 1986 nd in Faland by Wemer Sidersrom OY brary Cataloguing in Publication Data Powell, Michael _Alifein ovis an stabioraphy. she a2 Mena cr a SY Lie qo.avonsy0924 PNI998.A3P6S ISBN O-413-16510-8 This is sold subject tothe onnditon that shall not, by way of tade oF otherwise, ‘len, resold ited out or otherwise ciralated Situs the publisher's prior consene in any form ‘of binding ox cover other than that in wich iis publabed and witout a similar condom clang this condition being imposed ‘on the subsequent purchaser. ALTE IOOR OT CER PAN TTT LE ANIA OT ” RRL ROI RRNA Re CONTENTS BOOK ONE Silent Book Two Sound 17 Boox THREE Colour 483 ‘Michael Powell: A Filmography 671 Index 69xBOOK ONE Silentposses {All my life Thave loved running water. One of my passions isto follow a river downstream through pools and rapids, lakes, wists and turnings, tuntlit caches the sea, Today that sea lies before me in plan view, and tis time to make a start on the story of my life to remount it to its source, before I swim out, leaving behind the land Ilove so much, into the grey, limitless ocean. ‘Yet although Ilove grass and trees, woods and forests, hills and rivers, “with the passionate love of an Englishman for his island, I shall not be afraid to swim out over those awesome depths. Ihave lived a long time. 1 have seen men and women, far better and cleverer than I, crippled by illness, killed by chance, and Ihave been allowed to achieve the summit for ‘which | aimed and th rewards that come with successin a profession that ‘ever existed until we invented i. TThave had perfect health. I have had friends without whom I would have achieved nothing, for Lhave no personal ambition and lam too proud tobegorto intrigue. Ihave loved and been loved. “From too much love of living”. .how docs it go? now so much verse by heart that Lam bound 10 misquote: From too much love of living, From hope and fear set fre, ‘We thank with brief chanksgiving Whatever gods may be, ‘That no life ives forever, ‘That dead men rise up never, ‘That even the wearest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. remember André Maurois quoting those lines in the first French novel that lever read, bought offa bookstallin 1929 in Chamonix, where was 3A Lie IN MOVIES ‘ cain fo with background of winter sor esting erie Os wh wom in lone sok te re rere epee it rend re plas in a nie ai weil ding anther tap nat wor om Sar’ sn fl she yt sta ovritey storys 1198, Lebar Todt ay afte ete Mt often ine rtf ebm on the i at ‘pola er. was wot toe the as time that sb planned wth loving care er sam and that be ether down. for years andre eo AE my age each week i seat pc ou at a great ge ba it a respectable age, the ipo schon ye rele that tere ae certain tings tat you habe reo adel vo do rtad the ohle ofthe Come Humaine, climb ‘Kilimanjaro, follow the Douro from the Gredos to the Atlantic ~ most of coach tbe accomplished. Lam notin ny workroom in the cottage peeiometcashiv he crtered ite rom onthe it floor which looks vet on the wala tee by the garden pa; 1am inthe ground flor ft ord rest n Residence at Darmonth Cole, Hanover, New Mampi bythe Hopkin Cente for the Arts — Heavens! ~ yet another Tr ct ‘house of which this flat is a partis built on a brick foundation and is painted reheat green sinters, Mos of the other houses om this sde of he ret leading ute ilo the campus, are he same in tees pas ote tote houses like patient dogs, witng for «chance to get A for Isa ‘Wheelock, be was «focal worthy. 1 came across his name om a bros plague where his virtues were extolled, while I was wandering about the (desered campus yesterday. , have deo or wowld never spell“at” witha big A, and hee am doing it before I have written a thousand words. “Ariwith a big A make ‘professionals uneasy. Allart is one, and there isno difference inthe mystery Df the craft, only in the hand and eye of the crafteman. I have listened ‘many passionate debates about my ou profession by those who are in and those wiho were trying to get into it. Is film-making art? Wells’ af cline story is not art I don't know what i. There are always people whe onfte te binding ith the content of book Perhaps, tl #20) ‘truly, this life in art that has extended over sixty years, 1 shall find ont whether I have misspent my life or not; for make no mistake, Om ced January morning in New England, I feel that I have nothing t0 4P° va for! By the time that I ish the fob, I may sng a diferent Be Silent ’ autobiography may be a revelation to the reader, it is certainly a rediscovery for the writer Today came the frst snow of winter. It sa very light fall~ students returning early with hopes ofa skiing weekend are disappointed. Stil itis ‘nly Thursday. Normally, am told. at tis time ofthe year there would be ‘hoo or thre feet of snow i the town of Hanover. The sk slopes are up in the White Mountains, thirty miles away, and a thousand feet higher. Not that it concerns me, although it may concern my son Columb, when he joins me later on from England. | am not a sportsman. 1 walk, climb mountains, shoot and fish, because that takes me into wild and lonely laces to meet cunning and hard-eaded indunduals. But che indisputable fact that Iam bere m New England by invitation, atthe end of my tif, part of my story which started on September 29, 1905 with te struggle to be born. [My British passport, gold lettered and stiff withthe royal coat of arms on its cover, announces that I was born at Canterbury, Kent, and this legend has acoompanied me throughout my hfe. [thas been useful Ie has an tuncompromisingly Britsh Anglican sing. Everyone has heard of Canter- bury if only because chey murder archbishops there. In point of fact was bom five mals from the cathedral city na ed-brick farmhouse, Howlen’s Farm, which faced the dusty white road chat ran from Bekesbourne ro Linlebourne accompanied by a coy lite brook, which appeared and disappeared according to the flow of water, which was affected by dey summers and winer.Iewasa tributary of che River Stour, a weedy stream which wanders through lush country, passes through Canterbury and reaches the sea at Pegwell Bay, near Sandwich, on the east coast. Our eccentric lite stream was ealled the Nailbourne. It ran, when it could, ‘through land on the fr sie ofthe tenis court which my father had !aid fut in the meadow opposite the farm. Two great cedars of Lebanon ‘eeched protective arms over my perambulator where | lay, swathed in has listening othe thud of tennis balls erie of "Loveall!” and "Sorry, arene!” and shouts from my father of "Out of the way. Let me take it!” answered by protesting ctes from my mother, on the wrong side ofthe ouet as usual Within few yards the Nalbourne vanished into dense beds of nets surrounding a ruined cotage, whose broken fintstone walls inspired my mother to call « Netde Abbey, so thatthe humble building acquired dignity ont deathbed thatitneverhadin fe. pienicat Nee [Abbey was one of my mothe’ favourite excursions to escape from duties Which bored her, ro play with two sons who adored her. ‘My father and mother were Worcestershire-bora, They had marriedA LIFE IN MONTE” ‘ con the River Teme inthe J was. sug lief tee and hit hom er brother, John Miles, was sek Fr Thre der brit John Miles was Legh called a eat tobe 2 farmer’ wife f0 manage ‘ cd cheeses forthe market, which and wo ach became om moving 0 East Ken, ec eae ew a eceseshre are great hop-growing counties. He fama ro ne, mo ha been a sve lef Le See oving 2 esta neighbour. In Ken he would be far a a en hi ater ogo sown way The other fason he Seem rec ana anal nny mother fay ae er was bon Mabel Cob. My maternal grandfather was rec Cobra prmine soctor of Worcester and from 1882-3 TERS Frans bees nreoteoman stock tatha famed nd renee nanty proteins in and aund the vilage of Chaddesey orb sine the Normans came. Ou partclar ancestor had as his crest a taven proper. This cave, in French form, “le corbean, begat the fong ine of Corbet, which continaes to this day: in my case by the Tneamens of my Corbett ancestors, for I ake after my mother and can see races of other resemblances in the photographs of my grandfather ad of my Danish pear grandfather whose name was Horne and of whom Txom nothing, © my shame. Frederick Corbett was a vigorous many ambitious forbs large family, five irs and four boy. He shone lke @ ‘comet ator his nave city and his fal, wha t came, was all the more shocking In 902, amaninhissinties he was charged with embezzling is lens money, arrested, convicted and sen to prison. I was the ort of incident that shakes 2 provincial city like Worcester ro its Roma foundation All ths happened some years before I was born. When I became conscious of my szroundings Iwasa Man of Ket. [knew that and W2> ‘ond of the fact that I had been bor est ofthe River Medway. 1a ot ee Keath Men who ine ou ther miserable ies on thee in noaks, Tonbridge and Bromley, which late Samsah was reported to be nor much more than suburb of London. We Dane Kent Uknew, had always ben in the centre of everything we? Paar anh Cnase Porto our south andthe North Foreland ad te rover, mt of she River Thames swallowing and spewing O° seme pM nr Ou Kentish cost was the haunt of smugglers 2 ‘ttongest and ean 222 the white chalk and Dover Castle was th andy although my Ces tithe word. My brother, onthe othe Yeseration,hadbeen mysterious hon, 4 half years and an objet a, + in Worcestershire: a county Wi ‘tue though no tobe compared with our at CanterBUY! Silent 7 inland county and city that was a good 150 miles away and which could only be reached by going up to London. (London was always “up”,) You then crossed London to Paddington Station and went down to Worcestr- shire. (Worcestershire was always “down””) My curiosity was farther provoked by my parents’ frequent references to Worcester and their respective families. My father usually spoke in tones of recrimination and talked about “old Corbett and his precious bunch of blue stockings” (my mother’s sisters, who had received a superior education paid for by “old Corbet’ liens", no doubt, and who since their father’s disgrace ‘were now cast che four winds or to the London County Council, which ‘was much thesame thing, to carn a cust), while my mother, who ad been the prettiestof the five sisters and her father's favourite, was more prone to ‘reminisce about the social life of Worcester, of the myriad friends whom she had lft behind there, ofthe Three Choirs Festival, when the cathedrals ‘of Worcester, Hereford and Gloucester pooled their resources, of Edward Elgar, reat composer and family friend, and of her adored brothers, wi special emphasis upon Geoffrey, who was doing so well inthe Indian Civil Service, and Alan, who had volunteered for service in the Boer War and hhad now married and setdled down in South Africa and was doing so well 100. ‘Thar wasall very well, burl was more intrigued by my Uncle Edward, a solicitor like his father, ut quite obviously the only atistn the family. In person he always reminded me ofa shaggy dog. When other men were bent ‘over their desks, his door, decorated withthe legend “back in an hou ‘was almost permanently closed. He had the wanderlust. He was tobe seen frequentiy at Shrub Hill railway station, which was on the main line to London, watching the trains goby. The climax to these dreams quite swept ‘me off my feet, when I was told how one day he sprang impulsively upon the London express and spent the day in London wandering around the docks among alleys with names like Wapping and Old Stairs, ending by signing on as supercargo in a clipper bound for Australia, The legend “back in an hour” on his door remained therefor two years. ‘These scraps of information were constant in memoris of my childhood, that is to say from the time when I started to make sense of iy elders’ nonsensical conversations, say atthe age of thre, unt the 1gr4=18 World War, which separated my parents and finished our farmhouse life fr eve: My parents and relatives I saw much more of my (Corbett uncles and aunts than I did ofmy Powell connections never chose torattlethisskeleton inthe Corbet closerand nobody that can remember ever sat me down for a serious tlk. It was probably thirty yeas before anybody enlightened me and the pieces of the puzzle came together, probably when Itook a house for my mother in the Berkshire pinewoods a 4 safe distance from the London bliz in 1939 to make a home for myIN MOVIES fe. He fist appeared in the jon to stay for a week ALIFE eat of his i wi capeeuaroet rota betel ‘with balding white hair and a bristly white rst red dementia connec ack or dak 7 poly ou of hemi he ite Foor wen ot 0 edu ele ron on top oreach come pwwoen book 2 Seoteraol et pune ananays even Yu that he oso Corl Mand Te Cov Hers cena ve ca oe ens wee Se ws tht, wh Be a bapa es een Tf amuemene in im Pareroser ROW a fy wf Ctra an Lode ll eet Ache eh er sls none Skene’ bak ee moving wear) and wi sll he YY (tout he ul Sows ove books and pick up BEA Gate con. Be edather was eve a all man Have no means of en Tn hin wa aay bent and marked by hard sag te yn eek Crh wana er song" ra wet hnsoo my unl An the South Arcan oe, wa i aaa ne ron My mothe readied the ropecable a of Mek A erevedaniongay fenced They Mee an ya ghomgnheoak fame eatery een ach sae hss veh bad of the prota BENS case tbe avers ile hrouph he winows oS Me taden lk the lang in othe Manes, which oe hes ive ange Covell saree where took ross SES ateyn Wis eementerhow he nesta ok ou fe windo¥ thle Wore and sews bgt, wind ya day fe It andhe wu oder hs ger oe bought ound and ea {pom wel dre a spanking pct Maem whee he wou be ‘rca ethan, dwn ed wa slng he five ops rom eb tadanliccanawherthe dea wav wring orb ands back the city and his desk smothered in papers. Now! who cold me thas 1 at abe ‘may have been himself. asa keen mountain climber, ata time when Englishmen were oY lusting esp Head clined with wand Whyenper ait 25 Senin heads oth cent Maer, and ‘which spoite che triumph of that ser he ‘yhoo ‘Zermate or Cha ‘with him and with Fanny, his wife, © samonix, and my mother was thrilled to be allowed °° her in the 98th — > ‘accompany him up Monte Rosa. He was one of the early members of the ‘Alpine Club and his son Geoffrey was an active member after him. 1 remember how my uncle, on long leave every four years from India, with his wife and son, used to spend a month in Switzerland before arriving in England, with exotic presents for his nephews and nieces. Geoffrey went con #0 found the Himalayan Club and to organize the 1953 attempt on Everest. At that time, he was inthe running forthe Governorship ofthe Genteal Provinces. ‘My grandfather insisted upon higher education for his girls as well as for his boys, andi was largely owing to his active support that Miss Alice Onley was able to start her famous Worcester school for gil. Her frst pupils were Corbets, Webbs and Beales who wer all lose neighbours or Peins and were to form distracting pieces of the jigsaw puzzle of my Worcester connections fr the est of our mutual lives. By the time I knew them they were mostly married and their newly acquired surnames added fo my confusion and does still. Casual explanations by my mocber that Blanche Beale and Jenny Huxham wer sisters did nothing to clear the fog. ‘Once when on a visit to Worcester, while my Great-Uncle Albert Webb salve, accompanied my mother down 1 the shops atthe bottom of St Katherine's Hill, ignorant of the hundreds of memories that must have been passing through my pretty mother's mind as she trod the familiar pavernent, At the shoemaker’ shop she gave instructions forthe mended Shoes to be sent to her at Mr Albert Webb's “for Mrs T. W. Powell”. The ‘8d crafeman looked up at her with affection and sympathy and murmured, “Miss Corbett, as was?" It was as delicate a reminder that she Und her father and her once illustrious family were not forgotten and were fallrgreted asifhehad sweptoff plumed hatand bowed tothe ground. Twas about eight atthe time. ‘My Corbett aunts were people. They had and have the greatest {nf_uence on me, second only to my mother. My uncles were scattered ‘bout allover our casual Empire. Geoffey in India, Roger in New ‘Zealand, Alan in South Africa, Edward, who at cha time was happily ‘eaveling for Lee & Perrns and had succeeded in selling Worcestershire Sauce tothe Chinese, there hee and everywhere. But my aunts, when the ‘rash came, took up teaching and never marvied. Annie the eldest, was a feologst. Ethel took Middle English and the Icelandic Sagas and studied Russian. Marie, the youngest, known as Noo-n00 to her sisters, went straight from school to teaching. Grace, my godmother, went inc business Imanaging a big laundry belonging to HesbereTomlins, who had married herousin Ursula, known to meas"Ula", and was possessed, gathered, of "unbounded wealth her own sight. Her four sons were the cousins came te know best and stl do. wash in aunts Corbet aunts, My Powellauntsand uncles, choughpotest wa dinensiosl. Only my Unde ing, ete Toe in my brother than in me, eens en and whe eet company, He bad a sal 7 Eime andmy cousin ick mead one se poneial pao ache west t0 America to Canadas ie andere ey chief memory of him i of is piercing CYS, bad weak eyesight fn 7 Of the ewo remaining brothers one was 3 ‘behind secbimmed Sa sber of that close and skilled con ela Rg up and Sw qa ne wii fers hate rc lroad, had always been the A en he eratodbdaays ben he ea ey el Bama ram Rangoon oBuano. The remaining cl a er ick ear Worcs, asic farm on the River ST The hin Une Bie Mi Gabe ete arbor ntl ove he vi Sr: Ae Cpa wha wend coe at Faskgh on SSey Dow El wth et mies, n Foes Hala saburd of Seah at London aca tote Cyst Palace, oc fa from Dulwich; Tae eat bur, North London, ofthe High Road fear he undeqourd sation; Mr, who worked at Reading, High Sool strings housein the ilageof Morir, Bethshize, wih flow teach Owing ote lng snl oie thy were ale to pay frequent ‘at and wee opel welcome tte ne ofthe op-picking Which Het vedageta the wine counts deen peat on castal abou ath rumble the vith sss nln bt ase was seldom sthome pin te hing san sda arvest ine, he cou aed Semi e d Ae sp hae ee man) Gre sort”), and Muriel ("pretty as paint”) bur not Ethel, whose massive ‘ge nd frit posed an tees ori pin ol iy mak hina eve eva are orn ws the home farm af Howe’ state esha haves vid eens thane inthe pak mean ito ‘man-made with ampsenoo ci gees mou by the road, obviously ss door that was always shat and barred. ! aS shear ene wa Silent u my two sons about twenty years ago. Is now part ofthe Woolton estate ‘andis well looked after. Lfound it sympathetic, but I could see how it must have semed cramped and cottagey o-an ambitious man like my father. 1 had told my ons about the deep well inthe yard and how my brother and used to lean peilously over the rim and peer down the brick-lined sides ro where far, far below —it was sid to be ninetyeight fet tothe water = wo Small heads could be seen reflected in the micror of the water; and how bricks, dropped down, if the bailiff was nowhere around, would hit frst one side then the other andso.on~boom... boom. .ba-boom! until with {hollow plunge into the water, the mieror broke. But when we ventured into the yard there was no longer a well house with a bucket and chain. Ie ‘was cemented over and I could not be sure even where it had been. "Howiet’s was all bottom-land and was nota large farm for that part of the world, Our neighbours at Woolton were Percy Mount and his gay, busting wife, and on the other side the large family of Maxteds. "There were about thiry aes of hops which involved the most work and were the mort risky investment. have said thar my father was an “ambitious man, but he was also a gambler. He gambled with cards, {games of skill, on horses, a oulete, or on anything else. The ordinary life ‘of a young gentleman farmer didn’t interest him. Noc for him the local point-to-point steeplechase, or the Hunt Ball. He dreamt ofthe Derby, the Grand National, and the Trocadero and the Criterion (referred ©, of course, as “the Troe” and “the Cri") of London and of Monte Carlo; and hae knew that n a good year atthe right price he could, with abit of luck, clear a couple of thousand pounds on his hops and nip off to Monte Carlo to double t,o hale it, oF lose it. 'No other erop could do this for him. No wonder he and the men were always at workin the hop gardens during the early pat of the year. Joe ‘Wood, the bailiff, had come with my father from Worcestershire, as also hhad Coleman the head swaggoner, who looked after the dozen of $0 workhorses. The rest were Men of Kent. always think of Joe Wood as 2 strong man, in corduroys ted below the knee witha string, a corduroy ‘waistcoat, and a round tweed hat jammed over his eyes. The rest of his face ‘was covered with a heavy beard. He looked old co me and was I suppose bout thirty, the same age as my father. He had rwo daughters, Annie and Lizee, who used to play with us and kep guinea pigs Lizzi had ed hae. Hop-growing is big capital investment intime ad in material. Every five years of $0 all the tall posts have to be renewed: the old posts are ‘subbed out and stacked fr firewood ot fencing, and the new posts, as big astelegraph poles, have o besunkin rows the ground, ther butts soaked in creosote to protect them from borers. Two stout strands of wire, at shoulder height anda the top, connect the poles. These wires ae tobe the ‘main support ofthe heavy vines Every year, after the poles and wires haveA-tirs 3 =o speed and, whee necessary renewed the hop garden has 0 be ee ee hemp stngthat cana balls which we ung withthe tick whiteberp sting aan sig was threaded ctis-ros patterns betern the redo fager Joe Wood, a corduroyed giant on stilts of his own raamserioghigh colosis. When the vines flowered and when the ‘By bunches ofhope wee formingheavy onthe bine, there was constant set byalumberng Btemah ofa machine, with sprouting candelabra Ftsahaped nazis, which bust into fe when the patient horse Stared his wall down the rows It seems to me that the disinfectant wat monty sf soap and harms for many atime we have been drenched by tot jumping fe inte, but came tno arm beyond smarting eyes. "When nine month’ work and cate nd a lite bit of Tuck had ed to Sepember and the annsil hop-icking, we all knew our duties. My trotherandl when odenough, were tallsmenbochat Howlen’sand ater frou Fm Ving auc, feds and my mathe wee ‘a pickers Down from the East End of London came irae cin ocked on hopping ti only pid eley oe yea and who took over the Tong sheds which were cleaned out and ‘whiewashel for them ever year. Spel wains to Kent were lad on, and ‘ehopepickers brought all their own gear ~ kets, enamel cups, plats tin Knives, forks and bedding, I seems to me they were supplied wih “Mankes and many of them led sacks with bops oslep on and enoyeds sezue,drcamles erp Children and babies abounded — also cats, which tretramaporable, even ifthe cat does thinks! In ew hours this Hood Of Cockneys had subsided to anormal level seasonal pice had been aged with the group of leaders (which always incided a couple of Bp) and the picking cared "ach family or group of ends, tok overa ow and worked their *2Y slong pling down the loaded vines with acrash and a twangof¥% ‘ftenleaving the rown ofthe vine bobbing onthe topmost wire well ou reac. Thevnes would be thrown aro the pickers nes and the HoS picked of ino bones, asks often umbrla stack in he earth by ferules, hats, newspapers anything that could hold a hop. At intr ‘these were emptied into bushel baskets supplied by the management. WC! ‘bimming fl he boys would trudge tothe end of the row and empty he Srskes very gent and carey mothe big ve-bushel baskes that We ‘andng thee. The reason forthe delat care was no consideration “behop but to prevent them sinking down nthe bg base by she ‘We'ght, and thus taking more baskets to fil t. Two overseers with knives mounted on ‘when a new vine wi Ie as pall pnd down oe ape "as being pulled down, With a twist of their ives Sl eth ng dt ay ah regi owe ne Silent 8 sangingin thsi Ale fais worked wel for they wer paid for pee Wreths bur the speedo the Cockney momen was iting ke he. Sin bear now the shout of epure mined withthe ershing al ofthe ies the marred otc about fay inthe net sow, accompatiedby tric of “Tal Tall as thebsuet ile he shrieks ofl and he ftoes qeare, shoved thoough the corns of vines, Our pb at fallen was 90 accompany the open wagons drwa by fost bones thn te lanes atthe ead of he rows to pec the picked hope tnd ‘complain there were too any nes and vines among te hops ogre the big bases which ad een so cartlly led a igrous shakes tha thepeeraleve wana atone o super he fv bushel besketso aps they were mpc in he lpr coloured sacks dese or he tas hoe, and Salo arte ical the bright yellow ally cand ‘longing cach fly and tampon te cover he name ofthe ate rea imagined wba puts fared up what oul were oye and retuned ver the making ofthe cas am tlling aboot the Cockney rom te Est End nbn everyting ended soup ‘Win the ory lates wasadfrent sory. They chened ace sod urageuny hy sles ng about andthe chdrennees oped bean Nobody minded, nny eve expect oe lee ey were the pss; ht was how they were: ahmacs wither ore eae Ienguage hat nobody understood, Una one day ny Une Shoe ae fom sling Worse Sauce to the Patagonian are ees oman otwoof here, orwhen he was esudet chad the Web mounts onc or wee wih s band of wpe eee naa tothertne, ited by Georg orzo, behadspem marie bss of Spain Then whats change wesw inte ato ee who had always scowled, watched their wonten work and their childeee Segand sid nevera word, Suddenly they were ulengareeente a ey Steggouncwthaneton nie alefwisrhen oon anda mal aqme Spindel ure anes ‘When the reat wages wee loud high with he bulging ack hops andi was an att pl thems that hor ove we from toppling they were seared with ropes fore nd aad oe Allowed ~ oF eather I wae slowed, because ay Kroes one me Seng loro = was alone noc ce ey oe Si the way tothe ont hone, onthe comer te eee silage which later used for some ote ens as ah eg ininginchoprandammlespcecrnt ee floors for handing, drying and pocketing the whale or ae gee ‘William Powell's crop. The dis ihe recy hop filds in Sh a ithe ‘stance from the hop garden (they call them. rope, the groan fren} war shoo aealong tutrom tb brook, lone ‘Amy: Camerbory is 8 . s (rented by the igh wall ofthe polo grounds ( thc pus the Ping Gat, ay corned nih = So cet where each brick AIP Tope, with the brake shoe creaking an sn don es ann toe pe a is yee and has gor permission to work the Sr ein my a ope over Ale the aoe cng fa ad og eh ote hd Hor. Now comes the ao ae nga be ase ule men in the oat house can a a inelower away atthe Fight momento that Fe tuadscansone the eary sacks smandont the hirdsre ot Teeth eaal othe challenge. Machinery always works for him, Hives cree fowl He ol vers] Worse Sauce 10a Chins. He aleeady wears glasses Like Father adh and waiting. Most people are familiar withthe comets or bowe, mh sel conal towers surmounted 7 ‘he ind cow wether vanes which ur in the winds typical fhe Unde of Ken and Wore. suppose not many have Bet inde The dying chamber ander he cowl was slated and Nore wt ‘cng allow te feof he phar to mount p penetrate, and ty thes. You hd ob cael wal on he beams when ning se Seno xd hem Te sas rom te hoist wes hated across the oas house foo, untied and empied into the kiln where me ‘wth wid wooden shovels distibuedthe lood of hopseveny toa depthot ston te ft. AS cach nwa ld tothe satisfaction ofthe frees semen cans dr wa banged shut dtc Now ce tin loved hen, ithe lateaferoon, we woul help the old watcha Bess, break up the Black sticks of charcoal and set them under the wide ‘ton pans ontop of the brick ovens, Then it was the turn of the thick beg bevigd any ulpur robe beoken and sein the red-hot pans 2 ] a biush fame, sometimes visible, sometimes not. The weitd ‘Bebuming spurte glow ofthe red-hot charcol under he en unating up ito the darkness overhead, wee all WO! eical and evocative, andthe final touch of romance Was provided a ei roma sack carly selected potatoes, which Were ten cel withfingersasimpervioustofie as alae acy yn whch be had ina crewed paper and 2 se ea eading Puck of Pooks Hil, Leame upo®®™*°) eescene a have just described - hiker ‘in Kipling’ oy “Dynan PES at hop My brother rodeus bothhome, I tanding onthe stepof his bicycle with cone le kneeling withthe other on the cari, my hands on his shoulders, “Just pur hem lightly on my shoulder,” he grumbled. "Don't hangon aif you are drowning. You'l have us bth in the ditch. ‘We shor down the hill and round the comer into our lane, skirting the ‘shy pond which was supposed tobe “awfully deep andthe dngle which have always associated with “Mumper's Dingle, where George Borrow and lope! Bemers lve in Lavengro and The Romany Rye. The lane ran straight after the wood, withthe meadows of LitleBartonon our right and ‘ourown farmland strawberry elds and hop gardens on our left. They had planted poplar trees as windbreaks for the hops. As we neared home 1 «ould see the all beech tre with he ea at he top which was my favourite place for reading. Then the log scummy pond was siding by, with the ducks sngle-filing off bed led by Francs Drake, Whit railings appeared and there was my mother, a usual working inher garden unt the lst simmer of light. We wete home. oath Farm was ands square of comfortable house, standing back ‘went feet from the road, wth gardens on one side and group of farm buildings ~ barns, sheds, dairy, coach-house ad stables ~on the other, Pars ofthe howe ae thee or four hundred years od. The fam had ben ‘modernned just before 1910. Thee was an engine ina shed with tall, chimney to turn machines and a complicated serie of wheels, ales and leather bets o harness the power to cakecuters, evolving drums for cleaning mangol-wurzl, and tothe itinerant, lumbering machine thet theshed the coz My father farmed about four handred acres, mostly arable, with ange orchards and about forty ares of hops. There was airy herd and thee Pastures were within easy each of home. The new house plesed my father. There was room fr abilliad eoom, there was afir-sined hall and dining room, with plenty of room for a big mahogany table rom ha father’s home, Acrossthehall was large tone paved kitchen and leading offi, asullery with slateshelvedlarders and big copper in one sone forboling dthes. My mother was allowed her drawing roomon the fag Alor—with windows ovelookingthe farmyard it wast, but wileory forher Worcester china for miiatatesin less frames, for porcary Sgures and for watercolours of altering exection, but cherishes haces of he excetiner. The windows were protected from winter wedthc 6 folding white shuts whch, afer the long summers, unfolded ve reve nests of earwgs and moribund fies. Thee was only one bathroon ae tas {op ofthe fst fight of stairs, and only one water-oset at the farthest sed ofthe long corridor which held the hous together. Hip bathe ee ea, ‘se, as were chamber pots. The in hip-bath, in font of cole ee casvirn gate, with a towehorse draped with warm owels behead itA LIFE IN MOVIES “ cans of ho and cold water, the security from a ye Spe hought hat wit 2B of luck yoy drags in warm fas besead, with the detachable balls on night get nto Your mA voled all over the floor to be retrieved with a great deal oflaughter and so -ndship, and dependent inde Fa mio, cry, fend and pendent independ ecm he seman hot of hems 4 vans — not eked cok, nr Emily, he hows patlourmaid nor Nor ype Joa the ser maid They were part of ease ad red in i wamphs and changes a fronbadbeena cramped dwelig placein comparison with ny hc tabisons Hoath Farm had pacon medieval el abou it Trcda chive, ake the small roms and conage passages of Howlew’s weetboct four whee we moved and remember sting ~or being seated — Catop of ple of carpe and furtre ‘My most vid memories ofthe smaller house where was bor are ll connected with eth dy we barat the ick dow the day Vfl into he Seen telacsmah' forge, which seems have vanished, for find no tracofittoayPerhap he wa aniincant blacksmith, but seems tome that be wos a pemanent Sree, along the road in the direction of the taley wdc the London and South Eastern Railway, where weed {0 Ge our wast sce the pend boat rain ~ chocolate and creat ~ dadngtracds Flestone and Dover, and on one occasion the Roya! Trai, and out Bebbourestatonnaser in 3 tp hat borrowed forthe ‘czaon fom my fae, whch ot blown ou of his and bythe wind of ‘eg Ea inc og Card nd Lily Lang wa fond of sports, because be was good at them and ws aman ae oft wat ey alone. We aSrcnedhin when rose ou a 4 Fahe "al" “Day” of "a woud have ben untae 2 the Fowl adn. (We we tagh ade, my moter fate 8 eds and he as "Pa" wo ahs Corbet soe and daughters) My de ad many names, ciled fom out mutual readings: "Mum Some enna Poey nanan ou mal eadings: “Mm Faontyy, "Mane ra Bones Kipling), "Dearest (Lit SS Maem Lite Women and bs ofall the wo sb Coens inion tat ever child inthe word rere and ha ¥F sen ite ae sociable and anracive, masculine, popula with bath Captor hl reso lad her ead fest mt et pang da wc wh son cone oat ee thowpaper, bar un 3 rome staring narrowly at ‘esogiable tous without his late Silent " Jooked keen and observant with his rimless pince-nez spectacles, but when hhetook them of to polish them with sik handkerchief, orto rub his res swith his knuckles, the difference was tiking; that he was romantic knew from the books he ead; but without his glasses he looked defenceess. His tworldneversaw himlike that. As form mother, Ihave the impression that She never knew bir at all - from which her sons profited, for she played ‘vith he litle boys and lt other women tramp around the golf course in ‘versie tam o'shanters, or swoon admiringly at my fathers cannonball ecomis service. She was, however, fearless horsewoman, and Ihave vivid mental picture of her, diminutive figure in her dark riding habyt ei, and hard hat, perched on top of The Tertor, or The Giantess, immense sixteen ‘or seventcen-hand horse loaned tousby the Army in return for thee Keep. East Kent hunting mostly consisted of ups and downs: up the shppery chalkhllsin the misty North Sea rain, tosliher down the other side, sting wel back on your horse's burtocks, Either that or splashing along the rides ‘ut through the chestnut saplings, which were a feature of our part ofthe ‘World. Arthur Marchant, olly man who owned a brewery and looked a8, it he did, whom we liked, swore that he would follow my mother sat monster of horse att, and {fas too high for hie he'lustsmash him, and me tight behind them both. "The day we burned the rick down Iwas nthe pinafore stage. My most treasured posession was 2 litle fout-swheeled waggon, painted in gay colours, with aswingletee fr my patient brother John to pull tby, while fode in rentranced, We decided to have a unofficial pienicin the rickyard ft Howiet"’s Irwas at our back door and it must have been in September ‘when the corn was in and the yard was fl of ics, built on stone pillars ‘lear ofthe ground and the stacks of corn waiting to be theshed. Ina fatal ‘moment John suggested that we bulda fire and roast potatoes as we had Tearned to do atthe oatt house. I must be borne in mind thae! was three and my brother two and alfyearsolder. He bulta fireplace of bricks and Kkndled a fre with straw and laid on some bits of tarred wood, vehile I watched in admiration, The fe caught the tar and roared up, the lames long the ground scatered with ankle-deep straw and caught the nearest stack. While my brother was ying o stamp out the train be had lit TVean recollect myself ronsing roaring into the ktchen and the cook's apron. By now the alarm bell onthe stables was being rung by Joe Wood fad men were running, “Let the stack go!” John, white-faced bur brave {he didn't try to hide) helped drag the gatden hose and get the water going. ‘The corn stack was completely destroyed, che other ricks scorched but saved, My lite waggon stood where Thad abandoned ita chacred skeleton ‘which collapsed on being moved. Tt was the most awful event of my young life. twas too smal t0 beA LIFE IN MOVIES a ad been an enthusiastic accomplice) and my ‘aed (although am sue 1 esl your faer comes back from es locked in our De ehe wow to which Fatached a He rich ‘of the waggoner ~ with a Cat veh the hl of Eres S08 na rca htm ee ed eae boarding school. My part Baking and he was al nasal ig vey c Weve dvtedraien. Min Jo itodaced me to mt sate aron gan oot ra J ey" Now, most una, he was treated a5 a Th euch more iy hat harap SERe vars sess eu by-A Powel: : ah re wasnoxso seus forme asi was for my ne ee Mla was 2 cowded mea Fst of al my fae ware ne lel he Thr wee nays oo 0 oer igh be a gues there was my brother and me anda Herre tcousn who woud cond nan get stepped on The dining ‘room was small and the mahogany table, as I have said, was large, and in wrth ws apo purge he open hoy. har, withReshar upholstery, srroundd te tbl wi weatmareschenformy fterandmethe,Atherend was tll bas totum rh as dome that mised over when the coffe percolated. Barcel my other, who was regan, ok her breakfast in bed. My ter was reading the racing new, the ppl were munching and jot tes denn cof ino willow paren bred ast cus. was witout ‘erence. ewatiy favourite gamero be locomotive on the South Eastern a8 ‘Catas Ray with sound ees alo doubling the porcer on arrivalat the naios "Sanding Juin! Chang ere for Hythe, Sandgate, and onney Mant ec~and since thre was nowhere ele to get op sea a ening round ad round the table: One of heme paths ar O38 tata esi dove ceed ie net tng los One ofthe pupil a Mr Sacpole a relative of de Vere Step ster of The Ae Legon, we bad ies kh, was 4 poste an qucko sete nish ad fing he gt a, 3 mishap and facing the vig way. he the table and snatched me out of the fie before I collapsed. 1 had Ine pt ot my hands o sve my face, They were Waly BSE jihad good pair ofungs and i would seldom have aberter occasion fo" (ERg em My moter, srupging out from under 2 breakfast ‘27 and ‘importantthe bandages quite got over my fright. My mother suffered * Silent ‘ delayed shock and had a miscarriage. She had no more children, We boys badly needed a sister and a daughter would have made my mothe’ fe happier. ‘Thad better explain the phase “hors and trap", for there can't be many people lf alive whoare familiar witht. A trap, besides being many other things, isa light, two-wheeled carriage as opposed to a four-whecled Yeow, urntadnen (Nadal Yew Deg net Army pattern white canvas witha centeal pole, a8 ows with boxes and bashers of crockery and bedi" theland was "eso ote ofthe farm deays drawn by two horses med by my Uncle Will Maxted, so Chriss ert “nd et Silent as father’s sister, would have been there. It was a gathering of the clan: Chrissie’ childcen were there, and Edith Powell, my Uncle Jack Powells wife, with her children, including my cousin Daphne (who was a beauty), plus other cousins, aunts and John and myself. My Uncle Jack was never Wisible. He was “on the Stock Exchange”, spent most of his time in London, and was the envy of my father until he wene broke, when he became overnight “that fol Jack”. “My father was always outspoken about his elatives, either director by marriage, and his fury when his favourite sister, Chrissie, came to stay at Howlett’s and marred “thar fool Will Maxted” continued well into the twenties. We boys iked Will ery much. He had a red Indian motorbike and sidecar which was more than enough to make him attractive; and he ‘was kind and good humoured and tolerant, which our father was not, Unless he happened to remember that he ought to be, usually after winning at auction bridge. Chrissie was considered pretty but I never thought so; ‘She wasallcurlsand teth and earrings and she had the Powell noseand an affected way of speaking, which was compared silently with our mother’s tender voice whose tones were as warm as sunlight. OF course my father proved tobe right, as he usually was about men and women, and when the Sump came after the war was over, Will went ro the wall and the large family of gil had to lave their black-and-white farmhouse and scatter ‘over the land to earn thir living, But by that time, I was in films and in France and | only learn of i from my father’s brief remarks and from ‘meeting my cousins on my return to England. Poe ee et rere ay ree ere Ba el Spe SD Sec ca Library, but didn't beievein, Hehada way of sheringin—or ushering oot anh cm bal ne eo fe ee Seinaeaccennnaeiaeest oe tas ionic degra, ene ig hic a poe ira boca ir ne ine Stn Cry sd or ws eae eo eri recea Lire IN MOUTN™ a dowithhersharinglikenesto ei ewes vet four (Stem nme ay illest feet and brig My mother wassmalh ese en het father’ dang and | cos Meee rem Tony Poel she ih et any tet. They wete Bor on she So wa dy oe et te Lee Dace 18 ternary ft ob aways kory Ten oy ead ee remeber which of them came fs ‘Kann “aber May. SE ss at May an ove eae al et May axed en wel Sah ares ese ofthe clones fi wr gl them oe thngs econ or unwelcome hei st Senge beindoos,Altiugher davingroom was fll ofcabines of Sacha fie nhl sets of ea and dinner pats diss, cUPS a wee een sup rreny, fines of hunters and shepherdeses, ye ol wih coped edges candle ck ike mushrooms she woul Bere ce occ in he brn orn the garden, or even up 2% sith ee wo boys 5 ‘She was a good photographer: first with a square box Brownie, a! shen er on wha posard iz fling Kodak (would love to ave {hone cnsinto te Black Maseum of Peeping Tom, but dat ay 6 inclademy Bei cmers 33m emo, hand-operated made bY Se {Howe ho gave ome for posing with ton sis and phoraz=9h28 ‘my own fe. Lalo put my orignal vem Kodak camera into my $0 aden the lm} When nasa boy U never had the sightest ners canaras mye and don't think Lever omen myhands until ee sess got me, fen years later. My father cereainly had ee = chai fia ad nc at the top it of isting ff shaun; we ado aki, when be was ina good mood, tsb ‘the stump. My brother could take a camera to picees or anything 5 10 Pees (he should have gone to Canada with his Uncle Clarence) bf was the only one with an eye. We had the usual studio photos of dont by Fiske Moose photographer of Canterbury, and indeed he ‘rl onof my moteloking ie Camry Bele bu he e en eewaeek Inthe Warshchad no ime, and film wasexper™") _fLumlanedrerng wa tioned in the at World Way Begoning. But a deat old man an inerant photographer, who 38° Seating andthe amy cape and was ural Oo Nim arn g Nasable wo get quota of negative filled in, and itis hanks? * ‘my memory of these years is so detailed. bie * aggressive personalities, and insistiM® Ourwu ties abate it ds ad xs canaries and gol seul el and oo tet. Sametime ty pt 00 much ft Ore dic cr Ta pl ee i acon Tee a topo he A eS ae ee a ee ee See ie a ee ee as ee ee eee ee ee cet he eee ae ey area teeter eras Bete rains Treg rake der ‘repentant erent a et Sener tec James Cagney, for instance? see eae ae bea red mini a hy re et, TaA LIFE IN MOVIES s venting of sli ever sot. Sbeisineverrtin tent, ce. She would make or remake a garden Se we ro ohne edie andhome ih and men ay se cos hve Dec nongh mone 0 Pa nk have fvered rare and slow-growing plants, fan 2 ge Garde eit). Bat as she was alays on the Se ied, shelf behind her a continuing trove, rm 193970 1968, when she died, she or any adeno, Se planed rt wes and lowering shrub, are te Frepeable gardens and 0h ponds, she lagged great barrowloads sec ec rkricson which she could grow the Alpin plants er cert ead dug with her inthe Alps. She waged war on moles slugs snail, tithand alte pests hat beset good Enlsh gardeners; and after afew rhe would move on andit was all tobe done again, in new soil, with Ter pblems, bot perhaps this ime in a. garden with a south-facing Tallon whch she could train epaers of fut and coax old fashioned ‘eallgwers to grow inthe crannies Between te bricks. Heri gate was pacha lil Bank Farm in he vile of Ligh, where the tenpesous River Teme rolls waggonfoads of sit down from the Web Hil, twas fa rom the Worester she knew and loved, butsil ‘whisight of helo ower of the Cathedral She won second prize for tone hat year I think twas “Beaty of Bath "Worcseriie i ypcl ofthe Shires, heay clay and rounded hills Kearischll where chestnuts nd hazls flourish The shallow steams 3° cen with watereress. Ar the fem where | was born, there was onl) 2 ‘erable garden wih sunflowers ining the fence. It was when we moved to oath Farm that she came inter kingdom thad a ose garden, 62 tenis awa, and tchen garden sueounded by a crumbling red-brick val, with 2 hage mubery we, split apart and riveted by an iron ba sorrat nines perie ‘uit to stan the gravel paths. We stayed there eno World War ands shocked er von by gardening Fora season ser the war she took vas oe, she took house at Hythe, 2 arow house on the seafront whic inthe, 2 venti theo, which had ogden but he ey aan alemdar ek poe windows ging he 3 Sanayi su ese gat which ied the ge idole ees ales that owed hough the $00.73" ator Ringe res Whee she ext went ie. The Red CORRE ‘ ite marht own on te River Avon, where 1 or ot banker The forest wassany, and theNC* Thea tie shargofs howe oy ae = and conveniences to pln om age of Ringwood, t00 1 leave my mother, but there was a HO¥S™ ever wrote, Shes the author ofthis Silent 2 _garden bordered with eschscholzias and marigolds. When I was moved to the Bournemouth bank, t was oa mean lite house onthe outskirts of the town, If had a small lawn which my mother at once dug up. "Moving westward, and now into Thomas Hardy counry, she found “Tarling Farm atthe head of Poole Harbour in Dorset, but after afew years doubled back eastward to he near he son once more, and found Redleaf CCortage, Chalfont St Peter, Buckinghamshire, a cottage tucked away in a fold ofthe ridge that uns slong the Colne River valley, where Denham's great lm studio cose among the water meadows, buried in beech woods, fn anarrow lane, no near neighbours, my dear mother’s ideal ofa cottage. Until she found Orchard Cottage, Bramley, Surrey, on a wooded ridge where the narcow lane runs from Hascombe to Bramley and where Miss Gertrude Jel culkivated her famous garden, and English chestous shed theie prickly husks. Sill in che Home Counties, she moved to Berkshire with its gravel pits, «casual gorse and scattered pines, where my grandfather, Frederick Corbet, in 1939 spent his lst year of life doing The Times crossword every ‘morning. Then north to Scotland, o a shepherd's cottage ~ The Linn, ‘Tynron, Dumfriesshire, where my mother wentto look after Land Girls for the duration of World War I. & linn is a waterfall, and the cottage was poited above, the deep glen below. There was no garden “The Scotshave away of winning your heat, and after the war was over 1 bought Milnton for my mother, the home of her dreams. The land was bordered by the Tynron Burn. There was a walled garden, a squat comfortablehouse and wo coages. Twoglorious copper beeches, always ‘my favourite tree, stood between the house and the burn. The pasture was all borton land and fla, rarity i those hill, and was about seven acts. For afew years my mother was happy’ but my father died and inherited hishorels and we wen less to Scotland and she found it lonely ander an illness moved south ro a small house in Hove, next door to Brighton, and ‘only a few hundred yards from the English Channel, Her sister Ethel had tested there from school teaching and they shared the house with its ‘owner, and my mother grew roses, until Ethel died. Her final move was to Weybridge in Surrey, where she was neat her sister Grace and the Tomlins family, whose roots reached back to the Worcestet of her gitlhood. She took over the garden, and was gardening when she died, ‘With the upheaval caused by two great wars and the virtual liquidation ‘of the middle classes, suppose that my volale mother’s frequent moves. ‘ere common to many other families; but what I remember isthe energy nd the cheerfulness that she showed for every new move the pleasures and the adventures, the new friends and the new things, that she created ‘out of adversity, out of changes of plan, and above al ofthe unpredictable changes of fortune of her selfshwill'the-wisp of son, who had fallen inA LIFE IN MOVIES . i reconcile his idea sand was finding t bard to oH Tove withthe movi busines cnr were scholars My mathe, Yoved poetry and ror ge afford to bay expensive editions and | femme cnc aera cowie he shes so a Pa Py Pt Every il ed Neon the sar ce bina Gen Boro and Maric Hewlett SCs hr mba fa ora books bask it fc) pate frome mov de es Dogs Home Mat ado tec umber? Not My sons Fo ihe Vilage Hal and belp to buy an outing forthe SOA arate er | am gone have tice sold all my books and cL have neve sald he Hoe ite pat infenes of my life and onthe ves of my Corbet aso uns was Lous May Alot. Lite Women, Good Wives, Tite Mow and Jo's Boys ame to Victorian children ike sudden wind tht eped acres the Alan nd blew delight fesh and ively ait imo te sy marries of the Old County. There were other Nev Egan wens thatbeame or ausery cass My Uncle Gof is demand, when be eared rma Spel of po-consulshipin Il 8 always fo copy of What Katy Did by Susan Coolidge ro rake to bed: We all knew the Katy books by heart: What Katy Did, What Katy Did at ‘School, and, What Katy Did Next. think that my love for America, for the fel Aner tha surounds me nwa st weing in New Englands" ‘bom and fostered by these revelations of kindness and frankness, of respec ‘berveen girs and boys, of love for your neighbours and patience with ld ‘and sometimes dificult people. | glimpsed a country like ours, talking ‘ame language, but peppering and salting it with unusual, sometime ‘ldfashioned words and phrases; breeding youngstersthat were not afraid ‘of esponsibility and could control their emotions, while behind the” Why coloared faces and figures I sensed a vast country of rivers &™ his fore fl of roms, crn afer a devasering cv wat tr 8 ouah broker over the rae unresolved issueinthe his? Thi ve Li Little Women meant to us in| England and the Katy books | should state that the Elsie Dinst™ ot, at any rate, at this time of his layed a part ali his life and got #0, oman. He was shrewd about his people's, He had a great admiratio™ a doer He He was bout othe Silent ” skh is man bt could ey in thes. He ws 8 wa rae et” ete ie he oe stork sndtongy? ae ei ioscan whic ramp ply he cd Fee ae Sree he moastgbre pt Se mea amc ae raha Tomnaterwemored i eae tain ue marcdbong = Popen Toe ae ee enh iain cape cadbemrvenayeee Se te yal eo oar ede Waly hung ih cleureh, replied et omc Byun Chat nese ca ret weal te node sar athe exeardnary cee tat hat mtd in poreage br Se patson ean es sr tea ncn cttaclore wht kere abet See a ca aesent al eg are a {abet tare iM Gt nce tebonas scons to me Sey rae tae Ga toe a rie merece Sif upve pons) What ha esd ths eres Ta Fee ele epiaing wd inner cree eae peace oper eosin aon wie mg nat teandatietun ee eedtneheel ed senor et te waar nian tc were ta Soul ny minds sar The hry fy fate apis him aya med por Pal sala fae peererel peeeroapeint Source cp and trend ne cop ed a wee espana Weta cler tarps oe cat Seagulls eaeathecmers Hetil eres tenet iy ang bea nectboncarenste eae hereon eth ten war Wore, Coty ia on" isthe oon Powel wes spporeo bare bogh ps wibervety nites mdeiardnae tveareesoy eee Trewin pe Waker ethene bern eee tant nellag Mycota tres biden ee tin con ee bag hgh aN 's youra Lire IN MOVIES 7 ecm a sin pis Fei We Allan uate (OA Haggard novel adhe hardly spoke torus Later on when be was dead nO ya somietruth inthe str and haring so perapstere 28 es seemed es ah hand making cies and was delighed sh ret ile boy ene she was ag, endl woman, had the wes amy A Sli gee onthe sat hs ath oe aged chen wh asrubbed table and racks of Poe bam banging rom the oak beams Chickens and bacon a oie ow, wandered i and oat nobody ever shut a tae ete samethiy-cightyats ater when {brought my fm dope jSeopaewomake Mary Webb's Gone to Earth, Weallcame ovt aera wst my Aum Sela and she proceded to cook bacon and Treuiocas ks thecly ine Thave ever seen forty eegsizing css Sen hlemy cameramen reached upto the sides bacon above and cet SB seule shes sere. Cameramen are always hang: Myancle Beeewasa qian, abetted the eles ofthe ive Powel twothers am sure be hry ever eft Lower Wick and was ate happy about Sel’ activites so lng as she did’ ty to conver him tothe oman Cao ath OF oun se ried. Al the Powel wives tied ® tne way or another, for one purpose another, 0 ale ther husbands hacer oi be Fonln ae Narr: dosed iebh borders and cle thieves: dose mouthed raiders and throat bers fol tha el the wives and families nothing nd pen the wit! in fom ofa Basing re, eas in the barn, doors bolted and bees ‘aang forthe spring in the fat valleys ofthe Welsh Marches emus have ben wih some despair that my mother tooka look at et Sr-born, John and elie se had produced another Powell There ¥3° re cing now Ceiba the wake and ase sere oS ne nr ate wore. My ote ad a 988