Maids when you’re young never wed an old man!

Regular readers of this weblog about historical novelist and children’s writer Rosemary Sutcliff  will know my original connection is by way of being close family. Rosemary helped engender my love of traditional folk-music and ballads; but in time she had to suffer listening to my repertoire … (Actually Midland Red in the late 1970s around Leicestershire were not too shabby!) One English song I used to perform was “Maids when your young, never wed an old man”. Perhaps Rosemary would have enjoyed as much as I this award-winning rendition by the excellent Lucy Ward? (For all you traditional folk-music enthusiasts, Rosemary and I shared a love of the singing of Pete Bellamy of The Young Tradition: she because of his affection for Rudyard Kipling; I, having heard the great farewell concert for TYT at Cecil Sharp House aged about sixteen on an expedition from school with the ‘Progressive Music Society’ (sic).)

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Excerpt from original Rosemary Sutcliff research notebook

Amongst Rosemary Sutcliff‘s papers on her death was a notebook about costumes  in various periods of British history. This is from the section on women, in the reign of Richard the Third (1483-85).

Excerpts from Rosemary Sutcliff note book on costume

A Saturday interview with Stuart Hall | Sutcliff family resonances

Rosemary Sutcliff needed extensive treatment for juvenile arthritis and its consequences, long before there was an National Health Service in the UK. Making a living from writing – a rarity in her times – enabled her to secure the daily support and care she needed as someone severely physically disabled, long before social security benefits properly came to the aid of those in need through physical disabilities. I believe she  welcomed both NHS and disability benefits – for others as much as for herself – although she did not share the politics of those who introduced them. She certainly did not share the political perspective of Stuart Hall, a “God on the landscape of the left”, according to the ever excellent Zoe Williams in The Guardian today.

But he makes a rousing defence of the principle upon which the NHS was  and should be based – in a call to principle and to action that resonated powerfully here in a left-leaning but politically inactive household where, after four years of engagement with the NHS as a result of an advanced cancer, my wife is now thriving only because of the NHS and many dedicated, skilful staff. Other posts and comments on this blog attest to Rosemary’s persistent theme about the battle between the forces of light and darkness, and dark forces are indeed undermining our NHS. So it seems necessary  as well as appropriate to highlight Stuart Hall’s words here, where all else is about Rosemary’s writing and life. I hope followers will bear with me!

“How can millions of people have benefited from the NHS and not be on the streets to defend it? Come on. The NHS is one of the most humanitarian acts that has ever been undertaken in peace time. The principle that someone shouldn’t profit from someone else’s ill health has been lost. If someone says an American health company will run the NHS efficiently, nobody can think of the principle to refute that. The guiding principles have been lost.” There was a study recently investigating why America, which spends more per capita on health, has worse outcomes, and the answer was quite clear: when there is a profit motive, the rich are overinvestigated, and the poor are undertreated. People die needlessly.

So there’s quite a sound pragmatic argument against private involvement in health, but Hall’s is a blistering moral statement – who would profit from someone’s ill health? What sort of person would that be? Would you trust them with your budget, let alone your health, or the health of a loved one? The moral case is not being forcefully enough put; indeed, it is not being put at all.

Being human and all that, and 80, Hall has observed the NHS at close range recently; following a diagnosis of renal failure, he spent seven years on dialysis, but by that time, “it’s killing you and keeping you alive at the same time”. This was a very profound experience. “It gives you a different conception of yourself, a different conception of yourself in relation to others. Your wife becomes your carer. For God’s sake!”

But, of course, it has deepened his political identity as well. “I’ve always known in my head I’m not an island, but it really came across. It’s not just the kidneys – I could give you a litany of things that are wrong with me. I couldn’t go two days without someone coming in to help me. [Richard] Titmuss called it the gift relationship – you throw your bread on to the water, you don’t know who will pick it up, you don’t know if you’re going to need it later, you just give it because you have it. That’s the opposite of exchange value. It has no value.

“You recoup nothing. I’ve always thought the ego, Adam Smith’s selfish individual, was wrong. The outside world gets into our heads, there is a constant dialectic, it is ineradicable. So we have to forge consanguinity. I’ve always known that, but of course if you’re ill, it comes through much more. Have you any idea how much dialysis costs per session? Do I believe in a public health system? I sure do. With bells on.”

via The Saturday interview: Stuart Hall | From the Guardian 

 

Educating author Rosemary Sutcliff who could not read until aged ten

Quote from Rosemary Sutcliff in  D R Gallo (1990) Speaking for Ourselves
Source: 100 more popular young adult authors: biographical sketches and bibliographies Bernard Alger Drew (2002) Libraries Unlimited (ISBN: 1563089203)

Rosemary Sutcliff’s signed copy of Elizabeth Goudge’s novel The White Witch

Frontispiece of Elizabeth Goudge book, The White Witch, signed for Rosemary Sutcliff

From Rosemary Sutcliff’s library, a signed front page in Elizabeth Goudge‘s famous historical novel The White Witch, set in the times of King Charles 1st. Elizabeth Goudge was awarded the Carnegie Medal in 1947 for The Little White Horse; Rosemary Sutcliff was awarded it in 1957 for her novel The Lantern Bearers.