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The following
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artists have captured the flavour of an Edwardian childhood like Helen
Bradley. Born in Lees, a village outside Oldham, in 1900, Helen Bradley
was over sixty when she began to paint - to show her small granddaughter
what life was like when she herself was a child. Her bright, teeming pictures
and her own delightful narrative memorably reflect that gentle period
- market day, an outing to Blackpool, fairgrounds and funerals, bread-baking,
a day at the races, carol-singing in the snow. Those same loved characters
make their appearance: three maiden aunts with their sweeping muslin skirts,
their friend Miss Carter (who always wore pink), Mr. Taylor the Bank Manager,
and the dogs Gyp and Barney.
Primitive
in style, idyllic in mood, Helen Bradley's pictures are as accomplished
as they are imaginative. 'And Miss Carter Wore Pink', her first and best
known book, will never cease to be a pleasant reminder of that time when,
as Helen Bradley put it "even the weather was kinder".
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First
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you can imagine a combination of Kathleen Hale's Orlando books, which
have an innocence totally free from whimsy, Daisy Ashford's ingenuousness
in THE YOUNG VISITORS and Lowry's pictures of the industrial north, then
Helen Bradley's painting has something of all these. With
these words The Times greeted the publication of the now celebrated AND
MISS CARTER WORE PINK. The lovely colors, the charm and activity of all
the characters have won Helen Bradley, a 73-year-old grandmother of seven,
a devoted following. Her paintings have sold for as much as £2,000 apiece,
and novelist John Fowles called her best-selling book "the best Christmas
card of the decade".
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MISS CARTER CAME WITH US Helen Bradley depicts life in Lancashire throughout
the whole year of 1908. "My pictures are a love story of that gentle period,"
she says. The same loved characters of the previous book make their appearance-the
three maiden aunts in their graceful muslin skirts, their friend Miss
Carter (who wore pink), Willie Murgatroyd, the mill lad who was always
fighting, Helen herself and her brother George, the dogs Gyp and Barney.
Whether the scenes and their delightful, gay commentary depict shopping
trips, a picnic party, holiday fun in Blackpool, Christmas Day, or even
a suffragette meeting (where Miss Carter fainted), they add up to a beguiling
look back at an Edwardian child-hood than can only evoke nostalgic envy
in the 1970s.
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First
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Helen Bradley as a small child Tuesday afternoons up Springhead were very
special, because Great-Aunt Jane could tell the most beautiful stores
about God. "In the beginning," she would always start off, and on she
would go with wonderful tales of how God had lit the stars with his matches
to get rid of some of the blue-velvet void, how he polished the Sun with
Brasso, and of the terrible rain that came when he went to Manchester
and left the tap on.
The
gay, graceful Edwardian magic of the Miss Carter books is here deftly
coloured with Helen Bradley's childhood visions of the Almighty at his
daily work - that exciting time when fish and chips were served for tea
as a special treat on Judgment Day, when Adam and Eve could be found at
Blackpool, and God lived up in the shed on the moors.
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First
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was a time when a great new adventure was beginning for women, when Aunt
Mary led a band of suffragettes and even had her picture in the paper
for shouting "Votes for Women" in the House of Commons, which made Helen
Bradley's father very cross. Winston Churchill became their M.P. and Father
was convinced that motor cars would never catch on, but bought one all
the same. There were exciting holidays and new things to see: a three-masted
schooner at the quay in Douglas, pierrots on the sands at Blackpool and
Grandpa's new house on the Isle of Man which he bought with the thought
that the sail backwards and forwards would do the family good. But most
exciting was the day King Edward and Queen Alexandra rode through the
streets of Manchester, a scene which Helen Bradley re-creates as she saw
it from atop her Uncle John's shoulders. The next day Aunt Mary assured
her that the Queen had indeed come to tea, as Grandma said she might,
after the children had gone to bed, and Her Majesty had gratefully learned
the secret of making proper Yorkshire pudding.
The
delights of an Edwardian childhood, from a new pair of curling tongs to
the roundabout at Lees, are nowhere recaptured with more charm than in
the incomparable pictures of Helen Bradley.
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Helen Bradley's books have been translated into German, French, Dutch and
Japanese. |
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