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Family History

Tom sent these old stories which he had been told by Dad. Relationships are all from his viewpoint.

Grandpa (Sir John Keeling)

The first bit of luck for the Keeling family was that Grandpa was not posted to the Western Front during the first world war. He was part of a local County Regiment and was sent to Turkey in the Gallipoli campaign. After this military disaster / fiasco he returned home and joined the Grenadier Guards. In this role he was posted to guard the King and Queen at Windsor Castle, during which time it was his habit to ride a bicycle by way of transport.

The second bit of luck for the family was that one day as he was leaving the Castle he was knocked down by a bus and had his leg severely broken. This rendered him hors d’combat and he did not see any more active service. Fortunately the accident did not prevent him from making a pretty full recovery after time and he was able to play tennis and golf quite proficiently.

After the war Grandpa met the Finucane family and spotted the girls and got chatting with their Dad, Doctor Finucane. The Doctor advised Grandpa that he was a clever chap and that he should rent some office space in the City and put his nameplate on the outside of the front door. That way he would soon make some money! True enough, this advice proved worthwhile and Grandpa teamed up with Reg Cornwall and they soon found themselves in business together.

On one occasion they needed to provide funding for a particular business venture but were short of the necessary money. Then Grandpa got talking to a gentleman from Yorkshire who agreed to guarantee Grandpa’s overdraft to enable him to finance the aforementioned business deal. This led to a business relationship which drove Grandpa and Reg Cornwall to formalise their business, but they couldn’t decide whether to incorporate the business as Keeling & Cornwall or as Cornwall & Keeling. So they decided on The London & Yorkshire Trust and this was the beginning of a successful business story.

Reg Cornwall’s dad had been a manager at Nat West Bank. Reg was never the ambitious, cunning and clever man that Grandpa was and by the end of the second world war he had sold his interest in the L&YT to Grandpa.

Aged 29 or 30, Grandpa presented himself to the board of directors of Bowaters to say he believed he would be able to help them raise money to assist their business. The board was comprised of old farts, with the exception of Eric Bowater who was the same age as Grandpa. The belief that he could raise the money was based on discussions Grandpa had been having with stockbrokers, including Arthur Gibbs, who were prepared to follow Grandpa’s proposition to support Bowaters. The process would have involved some mechanism of issuing shares to generate funding.

The board of Bowaters welcomed this opportunity so Grandpa told them it would be available to them on the basis that they should meet one important condition. This was that Eric Bowater should be appointed as the Chairman and Managing Director of Bowaters and the directors accepted this condition. In return for this Eric appointed Grandpa as his deputy chairman and that was the beginning of an extremely fruitful business relationship and a lifelong friendship.

Gift from Eric to Grandpa "as a token of
friendship and appreciation"
Bowaters was a paper merchant and in fairly bad shape at the time of their first encounter with Grandpa, who had recently set up the London & Yorkshire Trust. This first meeting transformed their fortunes and also contributed significantly to the fortunes of LY&T. Eric was a very ambitious and driven man and he expanded the business to the USA from where it grew to be an international business of great proportions. By the time the business was at the zenith of its fortunes the business had moved its headquarters from Mayfair into premises which straddled the southern entrance to Hyde Park, opposite Knightsbridge.

Through the issue of preference shares to L&YT the Bowater Group paid dividends to L&YT for the duration of its existence and this was Grandpa’s biggest and most significant deal.

Eric Bowater went on to abandon his wife, who had become a good friend of Granny, which did not help matters, but also it did not derail the business side of things. Dad recalls that whenever Eric had a suit made he ordered three of them, so that he could keep one in each of his houses on both sides of the Atlantic.

Grandpa had a major stroke during a board meeting at L&YT in 1955, when he was sixty and he was never the same again after that. Because of this affliction he slipped out of the mainstream and his high profile in some circles of financing diminished from this time.

In 1938 the Australian cricket team was touring England and Grandpa had bought tickets for his family to watch their match at The Oval. Unfortunately Grandpa had a cold on that occasion and was deemed unfit to attend. As a consolation he was dispatched to Hawkhurst, to Reg Cornwall’s house to watch the match on TV. This would have been one of the earliest TV sets available at that time.

Dad recalled an occasion on which he was driving Grandpa from London to Hurst and they were crawling along behind a very long lorry laden with a Spitfire, with its wings packaged up in parallel to its fuselage. Dad spotted an opportunity to overtake and pulled out, but then had second thoughts. He recalls that Grandpa, barely looking up from the evening newspaper he was reading, simply said “Put your foot down”. Dad obeyed and overtook the lorry. At that time there was a lot less traffic on the roads than today.

Johnny Keeling (Dad's older brother)

Johnny Keeling had qualified as an accountant and joined the London & Yorkshire Trust and after a time there he suggested to Dad that he might join – because there were too many non-Keelings in the office. So Dad followed this suggestion and joined. Johnny was very brainy and had great mathematical skills, which were on a par with Grandpa. However he did not possess the same charm or skill to hold an audience as Grandpa. Also Johnny did not have the same ability as Dad to find that after sitting in a meeting with the directors of a company he had become the de facto chairman of the room by the time the meeting had ended.

However he did have the ability to pull the girls. On one occasion in the flat which Dad shared with Henry Hely-Hutchinson (Dad's best friend from Eton), they were sitting around and a girl called Robbie arrived who was extremely attractive and was simply a magnet to all the men there, including David Gibbs who was present. But Johnny was the one who took her out to dinner. Romance followed this and on one occasion when the Keeling family were on holiday in northern Italy, Johnny received a phone call informing him that Robbie had been involved in a serious car crash and her face was badly injured. Johnny flew home, leaving the family to continue their holiday. Robbie, an Australian, ended up back at home with Johnny visiting her and they were married there in a glamorous but non-church wedding.

After a ski-ing holiday together in Austria, where Robbie proved to be a superb ski-er and Johnny an indifferent one, Johnny found Robbie back in London with their Austrian ski guide, who said he had wanted a holiday in London…..Johnny was able to find a number of letters exchanged between Robbie and the guide which provided sufficient evidence to enable him to obtain a divorce from Robbie. Johnny then had the good fortune to of meeting Jocelyn Crean, nee Wenham and marrying her.

Dad (Michael Keeling)

Dad related his only two, pre-Mum, amorous encounters. On the first, during a war effort for agriculture, he was sent from Eton at the age of seventeen along with some other boys including Henry H-H and Peter Nissen to Piddletrenthide in Dorset. On this occasion HHH was clearly having a good time with the daughter of the owner of the house where they were staying and Dad was getting along well with the best friend of the daughter. At the end of their spell Dad and HHH were leaving and the daughter of the house offered to give Dad the address of her friend. But Dad declined and that was that.

About a year later Dad was posted to Germany as a young officer in the army with something like the Allied Liaison Bureau, which Johnny had helped to fix up for him. In the office where he worked there was a very beautiful German secretary who he asked out for a walk and that began a close friendship. But when he returned to England he quickly found that he could not remember her easily and after a couple of letters were exchanged between them he informed her he did not want to continue their relationship.

Then Barbar and Mum were invited to stay at Hurst and Dad arranged a ferreting session with Guy the gardener. Mum asked to join in and even though she was recovering from an appendicitis operation at the time she was very energetic while catching the rabbits in the nets which Guy had set over the rabbit holes. Dad was very impressed by this and, well the rest is history.

About five years after the ferreting weekend Granny and Grandpa had a niece visiting them in London, from Milwaukee (Grandpa’s side of the family) along with the boyfriend or husband of the niece and Granny asked Dad to take the visitors out to dinner. So Dad phoned Mum at Heals where she was working and suggested that she join the outing. Mum replied in her stuttering voice “I will not be taken for granted”. So Dad suggested that they meet for lunch in Oxford Street at a pub they both knew. He was doing an audit in Golden Square at the time. They met at the pub and sat on stools facing onto Oxford Street with Mum on Dad’s right hand side. They ordered some lunch and Dad said they should not go on like this and would Mum like to marry him. Mum looked at him and started to cry before saying “Yes”, and that was the beginning of a great marriage.

After lunch Dad went back to work via Grandpa’s office in Brook Street to let his Dad know the good news and they cracked a bottle of champagne in celebration of the occasion.

Great Uncle Edward (Grandpa’s older brother).

Uncle Edward might have had a rather sad life. At one stage he occupied a flat in Grosvenor House (not Grandpa’s), but which would have been provided by Grandpa. Dad said that when Edward told Dad about this situation he added “Dear Jack, he always seems to have enough money to help everyone”.

Aunty Cally (Dad's younger sister)

Cally went to school in St.Leonards and as a teenager was quite a handful. Granny and Grandpa sent her to a finishing school in Paris to polish her up, but not to much avail. So from there she found her way to Bavaria to stay with good friends of G & G called the von Huttens. The Dad, Nandel von Hutten, had been introduced to Grandpa by Tris Grayson and Nandel was Cally’s godfather. While staying with the von Huttens Cally met a local chap called Herbert Seitz and fell in love with him.

When Grandpa asked Nandel about Herbert, Nandel was a bit cautious and described the Seitz family as local tradesmen in the paint business, but certainly not aristocratic like us! Anyway Herbert and his parents were invited to stay at Hurst, which was probably a bit awkward because none of them spoke any English, so to help the weekend along, Dad invited Mum to join the party to act as an interpreter.

Subsequently Cally and Herbert were married in London.

Sir John Hanbury-Williams

John H-W worked at Courtaulds and was a very honourable and good chap, although Grandpa said he always missed a big opportunity by not exploiting the American market which would have been very lucrative. His daughters were Biddy and Bar, who were twins and there was a much younger brother. Biddy married Bri (Uncle Brian, Dad's younger brother) and was the mother of Sarah and Patrick.

Bri and Biddy lived in Astell Street, Chelsea for a while. Bri enjoyed the bottle more than he should have done and on one occasion he locked Biddy out of the house. Luckily the nanny heard her cries and let her back in.

John H-W gave Mum and Dad new curtains for a flat they had bought in Westbourne Grove. He admitted later that he had been rather shocked at their price and he had not realised what high ceilings the flat had!

Dr Morgan Finucane

Dr Finucane and his wife Jane lived in Fiji where he was the colonial doctor looking after the island’s inhabitants. Their oldest daughters Ruvé and Mo were born in Fiji. At the end of his appointment there he sailed home, Westwards, while his wife sailed home Eastwards across the Pacific to Vancouver. There she caught a train with her two little girls to New York and then took ship to England.

They settled at 10 Ashley Place, close to Westminster Cathedral and there Dot and Barbie were born. Mrs Finucane died before her husband and then he moved to Hurst and occupied ‘the batchelor’s room’ (a single room on the first floor). He died there in c1935 and Dad remembers being taken to see his corpse and being made to kiss the body by Granny!!

Ruvé (born 1894) – fell in love with an Australian soldier who returned home and set up with an Australian girl.
Mo – married Peter Petri.
Dorothy (born 1901) – married Jack Keeling.
Barbie – married Tris Grayson and their daughters are Mary Blaksley and Angie Drummond Brady.

The four Finucane sisters died in reverse order of their ages.

The early telephone

Dad recalls during the second World War Grandpa being woken by his bedside telephone at about 4am. It was the operator informing him that he should expect a call from Montreal imminently. That call duly arrived and it was some friends / business colleagues of his phoning to let him know that they were having a jolly good dinner! He explained that it was 4am in the morning in England and he was not very thrilled by their news. A few minutes later he received a third call, from the operator again, to ask him if he had received the international call satisfactorily…..

Rob in America

When Mum and Dad took Rob to the Mayo Clinic (west of Chicago) for his heart operation in 1961/62 they crossed the Atlantic in the Queen Mary, taking five days to reach New York. Aeroplanes would not have been taking passengers in those days[??]. Then they travelled to Chicago and took a train out to the Clinic. In New York they had stopped and stayed in a flat in the centre of the City which belonged to relations of Granny.

Mum and Dad’s honeymoon

When Mum and Dad went on their honeymoon they stayed in Rome for some of the time in Uncle Edward’s flat which he lent to them. He was in the Diplomatic Corps and he arranged an audience with the Pope for them. This was a day on which the Pope was scheduled to meet Italian farmers, but Uncle Edward got Mum and Dad in on the act.

Grandpa had arranged for a car of his to be taken by train out to Italy for Mum and Dad to use, but the car had got stuck in Genoa. Dad managed to have the car held there until they stopped there on their journey home, where they collected it and drove the rest of the way to England. 

World's first bunjee jump

Earlier this week Arthur sent me an email with a link to a TV show he had seen in Bristol http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-29819029
which was fun to see. A blast from the past maybe but I did think that Simon looked as a cool as a cucumber.....he might as well have been climbing over the fence into the Park Field rather than taking a leap into the unknown! Tom

George added: I can't view the viseo in Germany. This may be the same one from Youtube:


Rallying news

Some news from Somerset. Edward and his seven friends have completed their 1,000 mile bike ride from Trafalgar Square to Casino Square in Monaco, arriving after thirteen days on the road and camping all the way through France en route. Ironically they had to push their bikes for the very last bit because it is illegal to ride a bike in Casino Square and there are masses of police who patrol the streets there. I drove their support vehicle all the way and I was very impressed by the strength of all of them completing their daily ride, coping with mechanical breakdowns and camping each night. Four of the lads have their father serving in the navy, army or air force and they have raised nearly £15,000 sponsorship for SSAFA which is a charity that supports injured servicemen and their families. Many thanks to everyone who supported that.

Arthur is pushing on from Almaty in Khazakstan now, after staying with Alice for a night or two. He is aiming to cross into Russia briefly and then drop down into Mongolia and head for Ulaan Battoor which is the destination for him and his buddy in their Nissan Micra and that will put about 10,000 miles under their belts. Then they are aiming to drive home, mostly through Russia before hitting western Europe again. Alice, thank you for harbouring them and also your very kind message since their departure. Tom

Mons duplex: Golia and Aco

TWO TRIPS
On Sunday Arthur headed off on the Mongol Rally, at the beginning of his 10,000 mile drive from London to Ulaanbaatur the capital of Mongolia. He is travelling with Will James, a friend from school and they are travelling in a Nissan Micra (a bit smaller than Mum and Dad's cars and it is packed to the roof with rations and spare parts). From the pictures of the launch on the Mongol Rally website it is evident that silly, crazy and very crazy cars are definitely the order of the day for this trip. Their route will take them through the landscapes of Europe to Istanbul and then through Turkey. From there to Georgia, Azerbaijan and across the Caspian Sea. Then they start their trek across the plains and mountains of Asia, through most of the 'stans including Kazakhstan where they hope to see Alice. I hope we will hear from them as they go, facebook, postcard or a message on The Blog please! All being well Siobhan and I expect Arthur back on 7th September, in time for university!

On Friday Edward will leave on his bike ride from London to Monaco. This will be a 1,000 mile ride with seven of his school friends, taking thirteen days. They will be zipping along in their lycra suits, sweating under the blazing french sun (hopefully). I think David Petri used to refer to a group of riders on racing bikes as an 'arse' of cyclists and certainly their position with heads down and bums up will still bear testament to this. I will be driving the support vehicle all the way and another dad will do the first six days with me. One of the dads has lent us a long wheel based landrover, so we will be chugging along at an agricultural speed, hoping for not too many emergency phone calls. We have booked into campsites for most of the nights and will arrive in Monaco on 6th August.

Many thanks to Rob for tips and advice and a mechanical guide to the Nissan Micra. I hope they will be able to use the maintenance manual as a comfort blanket and not need to make use of it too often. Also thanks to George providing a satellite phone for Arthur. In one of those quirks of life the phone did not work, so unfortunately it has stayed in England. Also I hear that Alice managed to meet Arthur in London (handy or what) before his departure and give him a few pieces of regional advice. Real thanks to all of you.

Lionboy in Bristol - EXCELLENT

Three cheers and more to Poppy!! Last night Siobhan and I took Imogen and Flora with two of their friends to see Lionboy in Bristol. It was EXCELLENT and we all had a wonderful evening. The show was great fun and brilliantly produced by the Assistant Producer (Poppy). The evening was all the more fun because Poppy was able to meet us with her boyfriend Rob and after the show took us all backstage and let us walk the boards and rub shoulders with top members of the Complicite team. This was in spite of the fact that there was a press evening with all the national newspapers there. Thank you very much Poppy and keep making shows and entertaining the crowds! xxTom

It's not cricket

Sunday the 22nd was a beautiful sunny day for the cricket match which never was. The pitch is still water sodden. As Captain Paul said, "This means the Keelings retain the title for another year." So we had a lovely lunch courtesy of Grandpa and Granny at the Brick Wall hotel followed by swimming sports. 

Quote of the lunch came from Harry, "It's rather nice not playing cricket. It means I can drink as much as I want at lunchtime." Present at lunch: Granny and Grandpa, George, Carrie, Ruth, Simon, Harry, girlfriend Harriet, Archie, Eila, Tom the older, Edward, Imo, Paul, Van, Jasper, cousin John and his sons Jack, Felix, Luke and a distant cousin James Petri.
Van, Jasper, Paul, Luke, Jack, Felix, Edward

Granny, Ruth, Grandpa, Harry, Harriet, Archie, James, Tom, John, Carrie's legs

 That's probably Tom going through the ring.
 And photos from Tom




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Thanks for catching the red arrows! I would have forgotten allmabout them. Mum

Posted by: Jenifer Keeling | July 26, 2012 at 08:27 AM

Does Granny mean Dad waffles about nothing a lot? ; )
And it is definitely Uncle Tom in the picture, in the middle of one of many perfectly executed hoop dives. Champ
Posted by: Ruth | July 26, 2012 at 10:10 AM

Brilliant ! George does it again with a good commentary on a non event Mum
Posted by: Jenifer Keeling | July 24, 2012 at 01:20 PM

Cricket match lunch venue

Everyone,

I was chatting with Dad last night and it became obvious that it would suit Mum and him if they did not need to cope with lunch before the cricket match. Therefore I spoke to Paul about this and he suggested we arrange an alternative venue and offered his house or finding a pub. Paul then spoke to Dad and they agreed that the Brickwall Hotel would be a good option and Dad generously offered to stand everyone lunch.

I spoke to the Brickwall this morning and they are available, so I have made a booking subject to confirming numbers with them.

Please can everyone who wants to have lunch before the cricket match let me know by Thursday this week and I will let the hotel know what the numbers will be. Either reply on the blog or send me an email on tomkeeling1@aol.com

Many thanks, Tom

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Well done Tom! I'll let you know our numbers asap xP

Posted by: Paul & Van | June 19, 2012 at 09:17 AM

Imo the Winner

On Saturday Imo ran in the South West Schools cross country Championships at Exeter, in a 3 km race. She was in the U15 girls race (she is still twelve, for four more days). There were 70 runners and she finished 19th. She was the second fastest in the Somerset team. Next month she will run in the national competition.

A week ago she had another great race and made history at her school. In the Kings Hall cross country she finished first, beating all the boys and finishing one minute ahead of everyone else. Cool!
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MARVELLOUS!!!!! Keeling grandpents
Posted by: jenifer Keeling | February 07, 2012 at 10:27 AM

Beat those boys!
Posted by: David | February 07, 2012 at 10:25 AM

Go Imo go

Posted by: trev | February 07, 2012 at 09:52 AM

END TO END WITH ARTHUR


On Thursday 21st July Arthur completed his bike ride from Land's End to John O'Groats. He rode 916 miles in thirteen days (average 70 miles per day). Siobhan, Tom, Edward, Imogen and Flora drove in the support vehicle and occasionally needed to provide directions through some towns or shelter from the headwinds north of Ayr. We were very lucky with the weather and only had one morning of torrrential rainfall. At the end of each day Arthur still seemed to have a fair amount of energy left, even trying to water ski on the Moray Firth east of Inverness when we met up with his godfathers one evening. Our last night in Scotland was spent with Cherry and Bill at Latheronwheel which was a huge treat for all of us. We arrived safely home last night after after a twelve hour slog on the south bound route. It was a great trip and of course our congratulations go to Arthur. But also praise is due to Edward, Imo and Flora for their patience sitting in the car for day after day as we tracked Arthur's route.
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Lovely communication! I will send a copy to Cherry, who thinks you are the best family in the world! Granny/ Mum/
Posted by: Jenifer Keeling | July 24, 2011 at 04:10 PM

Congratulations to Arthur and the support team, what an amazing performance.
Posted by: George | July 24, 2011 at 10:24 AM

amazing, many congratulations to all of you.......bit of a rest now?! xxx
Posted by: camilla | July 24, 2011 at 10:11 AM

Well done you lot, fantastic effort Arthur!!

Posted by: Paul K | July 24, 2011 at 09:18 AM

Imo at Hockey

Imogen plays hockey for the local Taunton hockey club and last weekend her team (she is the captain) had to go to Cannock near Birmingham to take part in the play off in the junior national hockey competition. There were ten teams in the play off and Taunton came eighth. I think the winners were Surbiton.

Running Imo

Last weekend Imogen had a great day running in the South West Schools cross country Championship. Seven counties entered a team, with Gloucestershire, Avon, Wiltshire, Dorset, Somerset, Devon and Cornwall. She ran a 2,650m race in which there were 70 runners. 63 of them completed the course and Imogen finished twenty-first. Each county had ten runners and Imo was the third Somersetian to finish. So she is feeling great.
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Dear Imo, what a splendid run! Keep it up and you will really run for England! All love Granny
Posted by: Mum | February 15, 2011 at 04:43 PM

Well done Imo. LoL Jim xo

Posted by: Jim | February 15, 2011 at 08:37 AM

love looking at your pictures....Love Granny
Posted by: Mum | February 17, 2011 at 10:27 AM

It looks like a great race. Well done Imogen!
The child just behind Imo looks remarkably like Alice. Has she been time traveling again?
best wishes Jo
Posted by: Jo Keeling | February 16, 2011 at 09:20 PM

Keeling Family Narrative

For the last ten years or so I have accumulated notes on our family which have been the result of chatting with Mum and Dad about relatives who have slipped into the history books. The living family have also received a mention and one or two letters have also contributed to the story. Eventually I have typed out my notes and put them into some sort of order which has formed the basis of a family narrative. There are one or two family trees shown in the narrative but these are really only branches or twigs because I am not a good enough typist to compose big family trees on an A4 sheet of paper. At the same time as the narrative being available there is also my file on which there are more notes and manuscript family trees with further records of our family. I even have photos of the family tree which lives in Simon's old bedroom at Jacobs, to help with producing a potted history of the Finucanes' descent from a Spanish king (apparently). This is very much a work in progress and a never finished task because there will always be more information to add. Hopefully I will now attach my family narrative which runs to about twenty pages. Love Tom

Click here to read it
the_keeling_family_narrative_oct_2010.pdf
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That made great reading on the train - wll done Tom
Posted by: Paul K | October 26, 2010 at 10:30 PM

What a work! Well done you! I have it safely printed, and clipped together, and Dad and I are looking forward to reading it, in our spare time of which we have masses! All love Mum
Posted by: Mum | October 26, 2010 at 12:46 PM


Tom, how amazing - printed and longing to read it. LoL Jim
Posted by: Jim | October 26, 2010 at 09:20 AM

Eton reunion

Last Friday I went up to Eton for a 1979 leavers party. I was a little surprised to find myself doing this as I have been far from good at keeping in touch with my contemporaries from school since I left and with one exception had never attended a similar event. Maybe because I hadn't been invited to many of them....

The evening was helped by meeting Anthony deNormann en route and another pal joining us who conveniently drove us from Ant's house to Eton and back!

Everyone suffered slightly from needing to peer through the mists of time at faces that had changed in many respects, although there were a couple of 'Dorian Grays' who appeared exactly like they did thirty years ago. That was a bit spooky compared to others who looked like their dads, which seemed more natural. All the 'boys' were in great heart and the school looked after everyone very well and gave a delicious dinner in College Hall which was pure Hogworts as far as I was concerned.

Mainly for Dad:-Beforehand I had mentioned to Dad that I was going and he had told me that he had nearly but not quite attended an older version of this event. I did let this slip to the Provost who said that there are some reunions for older OEs and their wives at lunchtime nowadays.

The purpose of this post is general info, as usual. But also to say that the evening was very enjoyable with a lot of people who seemed mellowed with the years and happy to have a laugh with each other and at themselves. The rich and well-known were there as well as a self-employed carpenter who had got married for the first time this year. So quite a variety. I know of one or two who had needed a bit of persuading to turn up and even they had smiles on their faces at the end of the evening.

I've nothing to sell but I would recommend it to all of you if the chance arose.

Tom

Edward triathlon

Yesterday Edward took part in a triathlon at his school and won. The race involved a continuous 276 m of swimming, 3700m of bicycling then 2000m of running. The last leg was uphill to the finishing line and Edward completed the race at a sprint, well ahead of the pack. Marvellous!
Comments
2012 here we go!
Posted by: Paul | September 12, 2009 at 12:34 PM

Hooray for Edward love from Grany
Posted by: Jenifer | September 11, 2009 at 11:46 AM

Well done Edward!
Posted by: Carrie | September 11, 2009 at 11:18 AM

Good work Edward!

Posted by: Harry | September 11, 2009 at 04:29 AM

Moving home

As some of you may know, Siobhan and I had been planning to try to get planning permission to convert our barns at The Old Rectory into a couple of houses. Then we would have sold the barns with the benefit of their planning consent. Frustratingly this plan has been thwarted by the existence of a right of way that was reserved by the Crown when they sold the barns to one of our predecessors about twenty years ago. We had hoped to get round this somehow but it was not to be. Since the object of the plan was to raise some money, we needed to scratch our heads a bit to work out a Plan B.

This materialised as selling the entire property and moving somewhere smaller and locally. Therefore we have pursued this over the last month and now we are ready for our house to go on the market at the beginning of September. As you might expect we did have our reservations at first, but the more we thought about it the more it all seemed to be a sensible idea. One thing that features high on the list of considerations was the garden and the amount of time that this takes to keep it in good shape. While this used to be fun (sort of) it really has become a burden and not fun. Indeed the idea of having somewhere simpler to live and look after has become very attractive to us.

When we told the children they were all very supportive and understanding which was very helpful.

So, big changes ahead, but we feel happy that it will be for the long term good of us and all and that Siobhan and I will have more time to spend with the children rather than worrying about the pesky garden.

Now we hope that a buyer falls in love with our home nice and quickly and that we can find somewhere else to buy without a protracted delay.

Tom

Old snow news







What a great weekend for Mum's birthday with an epic contest at the field game. Thanks to Archie for organising the game and to Dad and Mum for laying on such a good party at lunch time.

A week before Mum's party we had our fair share of snow in Somerset with the result that we were actually snowed in on 6th Feb with six inches of snow outside our front door and big branches lying across our drive from the cedar and other trees. The younger children could not be taken to school and poor Arthur was stuck at school because he had been boarding for the night on Thursday. We got him home on Saturday and he was able to join in the tobogganing.

But while we were under the white out we took some good photos which hopefully are attached to this post.

Tom


Local sporting news from Somerset

Imogen, aged 9, competed in her school's long distance race for her year and the year above her. She finished sixth overall and second within her own year. She was the fastest girl out of both the years. A couple of days later she took part in the Somerset Primary Schools long distance race with about 60 competiitors and finished tenth and was the first girl to cross the finishing line.

Flora, aged 7, is the youngest pupil in her year and took part in her year's cross country race at school. She finished sixth and was the second fastest girl. (The fastest girl was Harriet Fox who is a second cousin of Jim and Emma's children, I think).

This year Arthur is playing in the B team of the Somerest under 14 hockey squad.

Edward should be competing soon in his school cross country race which he has previously won, but is off games, recovering from in growing toenail operations. However 'Fur Elise' is sounding beautiful from the piano at the moment, which Edward is playing (with his fingers).

Tom
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very good to know that Imo, Flora and Arthur don't get their sporting genes from me.

Posted by: rob | January 30, 2009 at 12:07 PM

golden oldies

For years I have kept a pile of 45 rpm singles that used to be at the Oast House and also a number of LPs. From time to time I have got them out and listen to them, more often the LPs than the singles. I have now recorded all the singles onto my pc, adding them to Edward's itunes collection. Now it is much easier to listen to songs if I feel like it, plus a collection of much newer ones from Edward. If anyone wanted to hear a blast from the past then it is pretty easy to attach a song to an email. Tom

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I thought we were going bto be able to listen to them
Posted by: Jenifer | September 19, 2008 at 07:29 PM

How about a list of them?
xx D
Posted by: David | September 19, 2008 at 10:54 AM

fraudsters

Siobhan and I have have recently been victims of plastic card fraud. Of course both us had been of the view that this was a problem that other people suffered from, but no longer is that the case. Siobhan had her debit card used by one fraudster but fortunately she was alerted to the events by the bank and the problem was quickly solved by the bank at no cost and minimal hassle to her.

When we came back from holiday recently I opened my credit card statement and found almost £5,500 worth of fraudulent entries, mostly for flights on Ryanair but one to the Norwich Union for £2,503. I contacted the bank immediately and they cancelled the card, sent me a new one and eliminated all the unauthorised entries from my card, again at very little trouble and no cost to me. After the event the bank contacted me and asked if I wanted to pay for a new service they offer which protects their customers from credit card fraud! Needless to say I did not sign up to that one.

Now I am going through a phase of disposing of 'sensitive banking information' more carefully than I had previously done. Maybe this will become a new habit.

George: thanks for the postcard from Brussels. Great shop I agree, but like its sister branch in Covent Garden rather pricey, as you said. Sorry to disturb your decision making process this morning. Your encouragement has obviously worked for getting this post onto the blog. I hope that tranquility soon returned to your sun terrace!

Apropos Barbar and diaries

I have just read a brief history of EMI Records, entitled 'A Voice to Remember'. This booklet was supplied as part of a record set that I bought years ago. I picked it out recently as a result of needing to dry a lot of my LP covers which had got wet in the barn during recent storms. On the inside cover the narrative starts 'The first gramophone arrived in London under the arm of an American lawyer called William Barry Owen. Sent by the machine's sponsors to seek capital for launching the gramophone in Europe, Owen encountered difficulty and reluctace before he met Trevor Williams, a Lincoln's Inn solicitor aged thirty-eight'....Williams was unmistakenly interested....Trevor Williams - against the advice of colleagues in the City - put together a small syndicate among his family and friends. And so in April 1898 The Gramophone Company was formed. A year later an artist called Francis Barraud came to the new offices with his painting of a little dog peering into a gramophone and this image was adopted as the company's logo.

In 1931 The Gramophone Company merged with Columbia records to form a new grouping called Electric & Musical Industries Ltd or EMI. At this time the company invested in new recording studios at premises they had recently bought in Abbey Road, St.John's Wood. In the booklet there are some letters written by TW and photos of him with his colleagues. One shows them all standing in their suits, coats and top hats, with TW wrapped up in a bearskin coat, driving hat and goggles 'as betokened his mode of transport that morning' and his motoring enthusiasm.

For any of the younger readers of this fine blog, Trevor Williams was Barbar's Dad.