Beryl Dean’s textile work for All Saints Church, Newland, Gloucestershire: the beginning and the banners

All Saints, Newland, The Forest of Dean, Gloucestershire. Also known as The Cathedral of the Forest. Photograph of the Lady Chapel resplendent with 4 glorious embroidered and appliquéd banners and patchwork altar frontal and hanging. All work was done by Beryl Dean and her team in the early 1980s.

Later this month I shall quietly celebrate 10 year’s almost unbroken blogging  (with a few blips due to moving houses or family commitments). I know many fewer people have time for blogs nowadays but that doesn’t bother me as I realise it has become important to me as an extended letter to my grandchildren to be read at some point a long time hence. (And in case the internet is made obsolete by some as yet unthought of means of ultra sophisticated communication, my husband has been so kind as to regularly concern himself with printing it out.) I could now no more stop blogging than I could stop cleaning my teeth – or perhaps as it’s a weekly thing – washing one’s bedlinen would be a better analogy.

All Saints, Newland Gloucestershire: Banner in lime green of the serpent in the apple tree. Designed by Sylvia Green and worked by Mary Brooks under the overall direction of Beryl Dean

It is therefore quite odd to realise that in 10 years I have failed to mention the biggest embroidery project with which my family has been involved. The next few posts will put that right. But first let me put things in a rather lengthy context.

All Saints, Newland, Gloucestershire: Banner with pomegranates in apricot, pinks and greens. Designed (and I think worked) by Beryl Dean. Behind is a banner in sea greeny-blue with ears of wheat, also produced under the direction of Beryl Dean

After nearly a decade as director of the museum and art gallery here in Cheltenham, while simultaneously being a Church of England curate at Bisley above Stroud, in 1981 Rev. David Addison, (my husband, from 2007) decided he had done as much as he could in curatorial and organisational terms for the museum and that it was time for someone else with different interests and skills to take over. His achievements included staging many varied exhibitions, instituting regular lunchtime talks about the collections and the setting up of what was then known as The Holst Birthplace Museum. The latter had the twofold benefit of not only being a visitor venue as a period property typical of Cheltenham’s C19th house building boom but was also the fitting home for Gustav Holst’s bequest to the people of Cheltenham ( a bequest which had languished homeless for many years in store in the museum). From full time director of the art gallery and museum, David moved to full time vicar of what the Bishop of Gloucester called “a couple of difficult parishes in thee Forest of Dean”. The two parishes embraced 3 churches  – All Saints, Newland (a splendid building also known as The Cathedral of the Forest, dating from the early C13th), St Saviour, Redbrook and St Peter Clearwell. Both the first two churches had been severely neglected, while fortunately St Peter, Clearwell, a C19th church by Middleton, was in good order.

All Saints, Newland, Gloucestershire: Banner with bunches of grapes and vine leaves in tones of purple and mauves. Designed by Hazel Sims under the overall direction of Beryl Dean

There was much to be done and David set about the practicalities of the job in much the same way as he had with the museum and art gallery –  that is he wrote a report. Neither church was weatherproof, windows were broken and the roofs had leaky areas  and outright holes. In Redbrook church, trees and brambles had pushed their branches through the holes and in their new environment, they seemed to be flourishing.  The main door opened just enough for visitors to squeeze through, so that the first funeral David took in the church involved the undertakers having to do a good deal of pushing and shoving to get the coffin in.  Meanwhile, the organist grappling with a decrepit organ sat over a big hole in the floor which she ignored at her peril.  Newland church, quite different from Redbrook, had a fine broad open layout with no fixed pews but its bare boned beauty was marred by the big chapel (dedicated to St John and St Nicholas) right next to the high altar whose badly broken stone floor had become a depository for piles of miscellaneous stone slabs, including 3 altar tops  and numerous memorial tablets of varying ages. The chapel’s very large east window of clear glass had a big area with no glass at all (the original stained glass having disappeared long ago) while an almost unplayable organ inadequately covered by an untidy canopy of tarred felt sat directly beneath holes in the roof.  In the midst of this ruination,  precariously perched and insufficiently protected (and in front of the badly broken window) stood a beautiful but very dirty triptych of the Virgin and Child with Saints painted by Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale. (Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale, 1872-1945, one of the golden age female illustrators, was an important member of the Birmingham School and  considered to be the last survivor in the line of the Pre-Raphaelite tradition.) Few church furnishings had survived and there were no vestments apart from a few very run of the mill stoles.  David submitted his report with estimated costing to the relevant church bodies and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was approved. He later discovered this was because no one expected funding to materialise and in rubber stamping the report they could be seen to be doing something positive.

A closer look at the beautiful lime green banner with a clearly sly serpent in the apple tree. Designed by Sylvia Green and worked by Mary Brooks under the direction of Beryl Dean

Now, one of the many thought provoking things about David’s professional life is that when money was needed, it often turned up. A few weeks after submitting his report, he received a letter from a solicitor on behalf of the estate of a recently deceased woman, the last remaining member of the family who had owned the Redbrook Tinplate Works. Hospitalised for some years, David had never met her but her memory of Redbrook and Newland churches must have been strong for she left a large sum of money to be spent on the churches “at the Vicar’s discretion”! In fact the large sum of money was just about the amount that David had estimated for the repair of both churches. I shall not go into what happened next, but must skim over a difficult time during which the money quite simply disappeared into corrupt hands. That it came back – almost in its entirety, albeit in dribs and drabs – was nothing short of a triumph of quiet amateur sleuthing and patience, with possibly the touch of an angel’s wing to help it on its way…

All Saints, Newland, Gloucestershire: Black and white photograph of 3 of the banners in the lady Chapel (made by Beryl Dean and her team) Photographtaken from Embroidery magazine Spring 1984 (v.35, No 1)

Beside David through all these vicissitudes was his wife Joy who was his touchstone, rock and uplifter of spirits when  things seemed so very dark. Joy died more than 5 years before I ever met David and I find it quite difficult to get a real picture of someone whose path you never crossed. So, how wonderful is it that both of David’s wives shared a passion for embroidery. Joy had studied at Goldsmiths College, London where Beryl Dean (1911-2001) a, if not the, leading exponent of modernist design in church embroidery, had come as a guest lecturer. Many years later, as David and Joy were setting about restoring  the churches, Joy remembered Beryl Dean’s inspirational talk and decided to write to her to see if she was interested in designing and making something unique for Newland church. Very quickly a polite letter came back saying that she couldn’t help. Then, a week later, another very emotional letter landed on the vicarage’s doormat. Full of apologies, Beryl said Joy’s letter had touched a nerve, got under her skin and that she had hadn’t been able to sleep since she’d sent the first letter. On reflection, she felt sure she could help and would come to look at the church as soon as she could.  Her visit to the church increased her excitement and enthusiasm for the project. And so began a very fruitful relationship in which Beryl Dean and her team designed and made an astoundingly unique set of church furnishings and vestments (many at cost price) which I shall try to describe and illustrate here over the next few weeks.

All Saints, Newland, Gloucestershire: painting of the Virgin and Child and Saints in the St John and St Nicholas Chapel by Eleanor Fortescue- Brickdale

Hanging in the Lady Chapel are  the 4 beautiful appliquéd banners shown in this post. These were on no one’s list of essential items but are my particular favourites and, I think, a shot of genius in the way their colours catch the light coming through plain glass windows which makes them act like the absent stained glass itself. Just as lovely are the unexpected glimpses you get of these banners through the arches  from all sorts of different spots in the church. They are fiendishly difficult for the amateur to photograph to their advantage. How I should love to view them close up.

The chapel dedicated to St John and St Nicholas to the right of the high altar (after restoration but before the new stained glass)

Just as I was beginning to write this post my husband appeared with a box file full of papers documenting Beryl Dean’s involvement, including letters, a couple of small sketches for the chasuble and larger full scale sketches for the embroidered panels. Sadly, at first glance I could see nothing giving me any more detail about the banners but a quick skim through some of Beryl Dean’s letters revealed a warm person who understood and responded to the some of the many difficulties posed by the unique circumstances of the problematic return of the misappropriated money – including funding for labour and materials she had already paid for herself. The letters also reveal how she dealt head on and diplomatically with some parishioners who were having difficulties with the project. With a little frisson of surprise I noted her address – an Islington square my Uber often takes me past on my way to Paddington. There’s something wonderful about having so often passed so closely by the house where someone you’d loved to have met once lived. More lovely Beryl Dean work next week.

All Saints, Newland, Gloucestershire:The Lady Chapel, the left side with 2 banners (designed and worked by Beryl Dean and her team)

All Saints, Newland, Gloucestershire:the Lady Chapel, the right side, with 2 banners (designed and worked by Beryl Dean and her team)

 

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Museum visits as the Easter school holiday comes to an end; Cheltenham wisteria well in advance of London’s

Mauve wisteria Cheltenham

Attending a choir school is a mixed blessing. On the one hand, there’s a real emphasis on music making, whether playing instruments or being in one or more of several choirs, but on the other it does mean the holidays are often out of rhythm with other schools. Autumn half term is always a fortnight to help the choir have the stamina for the Christmas period and a late Easter also means an extended holiday to give the choir school a chance to recover from their exertions. But we shouldn’t complain too much for last week when I went down to London to help out, going to museums, shops and using public transport was a bit of a child free dream.

Fair isle jumper with wisteria flowers (May 2018)

A new window of experience opened for me on Tuesday when for the first time ever I scooped my 4 year old granddaughter up and set off on a bus to visit just one shop – Liberty’s just off Regent Street. She was especially pleased about this for unknown to me, a 2021 film, Cruella – which tries to give the 1001 Dalmatians’ character a bit of a back story – is set in the shop (complete with a totally imagined glass covered dress-designing department and back-of-shop corridors decorated with the most wonderful floor to ceiling tiles.) First of all we stood outside and waited for the shop’s clock to strike the hour so we could see a rather sedate St George chase a rather sluggish dragon round and round a few times – something which Daughter No 1 later said that I’d never done with her. Then, noting the gold galleon on top of the building in we went to amble round the jewellery, swish the silk scarves hanging on display and test a couple of perfumes as we passed. Up by lift to the top floor, we then worked our way down, the smallest person particularly enjoying wandering among the piled rugs and textiles of the cave-like carpet department, being lifted up to look over the central well where hanging mermaids dangled and walking around the fabric department where neatly stacked banks of every pretty pattern imaginable delighted the eyes in a way that the film completely forgot about.  A display of things sugar almond pink and glittery tucked away in a corner by the stairs had my companion spellbound and speechless but to her credit there were no demands to be bought anything and after a light lunch, we left the shop empty handed (well, I fib, I bought 3 very plain navy buttons for the wool coat she’d brought with her as I thought the metal buttons it had were too heavy for the stretched buttonholes.)  Once home and quite tired from our outing we watched a bit of the film that had so excited her.

 

Cheltenham wisteria over the garden wall

Wednesday was very finely planned as I had two activities in mind, both of which I hope will become things we do regularly in school holidays. First we (me, the au pair, CJ, and the 2 small people) visited the National Gallery, but this time we began with the Sainsbury wing with its Early Renaissance paintings because, since her first proper school Christmas, the smallest person has become very taken with baby Jesus and some of the sweetest are to be found here. Saint Sebastian did not go unnoticed and inadequate as was my explanation for why he was pierced with quite so many arrows, we were lucky that she thought no more of it and moved on. Gallery staff obviously aim to keep regular visitors on their toes and it was interesting to have to hunt out favourite pictures hung in different places from our last visit. A new acquisition caught our eyes, The Red Boy by Sir Thomas Lawrence (1825) which had only come into the collection in 2021 having been in the Lambton family since its commission. We had had a reproduction of this in my childhood home so it was a particular pleasure to see the real thing which was even lovelier than I imagined. Thoughts of The Red Boy often bring with it thoughts of The Blue Boy (Gainsborough, 1770) which coincidentally is on display at the National Gallery for just another 2 weeks before returning to The Huntingdon Museum in California. I doubt I shall get to see it. Lunch of quiche (and salad for the adults) was eaten up with relish and not an ounce of fuss and the small person was commended for successfully navigating a restaurant full of seated and moving adults while carrying a tray with two lunches on it.

Wisteria embroidered wedding coat (2017 hand embroidered by Mary Addison)

Now the tricky bit came. I wanted to take the small person to a lunchtime concert at the Wigmore Hall where a young violinist and pianist were performing. The small person had just passed his Grade I violin so it seemed an experience too good to miss. With fingers crossed we would take the 4 year old too and if it all became too much CJ would take her out. Incredibly everything went ultra smoothly. A cab took us from the National Gallery to the Wigmore Hall (and only cost £10) and the Wigmore Hall were delightfully welcoming of children, both of whom, along with the 19 year old au pair were free (as the concert was part of the Cavatina Chamber Music Trust ticket scheme) while mine was also reduced in price. With seats 4 rows from the front, the 2 small people got comfortable in their plush velvet chairs and looked about them at the building in quiet anticipation of a new experience. I need not have worried about the smallest person for the performers were full of personality and played their instruments with dynamism and a great deal of panache. The pianist bounced off his seat with exuberance and played with a flamboyance that drew you to his tiny quick hands, while his iPad score turned pages of its own volition like something out of the Sorcerer’s Apprentice.  Dressed in red trousers and a camisole top with a cleverly folded peplum, the violinist made an immediate impact on the smallest person. For her too the music took over her whole body and drew you into the subtleties of the harmonies and the sometimes not at all subtle dissonances. Within the first few minutes of playing I felt that elastic feeling of something being stretched out of my very being. Goodness knows what the children felt. Delighted at how both children had behaved, I decided that was enough for one day so we left after the Brahms.  After such a full day, the two children played, mainly amicably with their magnet building toy and although there was a bit of a difficult teatime with the smallest person, we knew they’d had a day to remember.

White wisteria in an Islington garden
May 22 2017

Because British Museums are free and bus travel is too for the under 11s (and the aged), there’s really no point in not going out on as many days as possible during the holidays. And so it was that Thursday saw our little team of four heading to the Natural History Museum. As with the National Gallery, it was a first for the au pair, so we did the classic dinosaur bits before going upstairs and visiting the geological specimens which I thought they might find boring. Fortunately bright coloured minerals and some stunning cut stones excited their interest. I’ve always enjoyed this gallery in its old fashioned cases and the children seemed to too. It seemed a good idea to look at the most recent meteorite of February  2021 that fell on the front drive of a house in Winchcombe just outside Cheltenham but honestly, it was difficult to get excited about it. I did, however,  get excited about seeing the museum’s Archaeopteryx fossil of a creature transitional between dinosaurs and modern birds. British museums are really getting their act together on the catering front and CJ and I had delicious chicken salads that wouldn’t have shamed Ottolenghi; the small person chose and ate an enormous cheese baguette while his sisterr had a children’s lunch of a soft roll with cheese, a museli biscuit and a apple. Another brilliant day.

White wisteria, Islington, 22 May 2017

Apart from lunch we bought the children nothing at all – and nor did they ask for it which is even more impressive. If they carry on like this I shall be happy to take them anywhere. The Nutcracker, Les Miserables, Glyndebourne (Mozart, I think) – all may be possible. What future fun.

It is, however, wonderful to be home in Cheltenham! where the wisteria is full on to overflowing. The London wisteria is way behind and at that sad looking will it/won’t it stage when you’re not sure whether it’ll ever come to something. I’m back again for a certain one’s 5th birthday in 2 week’s time, perhaps it’ll be divine then. Oh and my son liked his T shirt – a real triumph as it’s the only thing I’ve ever made for him!

 

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