Last week Pat and I spent a
lovely few days in Kent – the garden of England as it is often called -
visiting friends and relations and generally enjoying that part of the world.
The house that was Dickens' inspiration for the home of Miss Betsy Trotwood in David Copperfield |
Outside the Royal Albion Hotel |
As we sat in the hotel enjoying
our warming bowl of soup and tasty sandwich it had clearly changed much from
Dickens’ day. I’m sure that he would found it very strange but he would, too,
have recognised the range of people all enjoying the atmosphere, the drink and
the food. No doubt he could have penned some penetrating words that got to the
very essence of the place and the people frequenting it!
As we sat in the hotel bar
enjoying our lunch I looked around me. Here we were in a place once frequented
by one of the world’s very great writers and who had sat, perhaps, in the very
spot where I was sitting, as he enjoyed a drink or a meal and perhaps wrote a
few words of one of the works that would
define the English language and the nation. As I gazed at the walls there were
posters decorating them – not about Dickens - but humble Southern Railway
advertisements from a past era and they perversely reminded me of something Pat that had read out to me at
breakfast time. It was an item from her newspaper about the university town of
Cambridge – one of the world’s great academic centres.
The poster that caught my eye |
I thought about this dumbing down as I read one of the Southern Rail posters in the bar. We were implored in the poster to use the train to come to “Sunny Broadstairs”. And how was the place described on this humble advert from yesteryear? Broadstairs, we were delightfully advised, was “The Children’s Elysium”. Oh, how Dickens would have enjoyed that – maybe he wrote it! I can almost hear Dickens saying it as he described a journey to Broadstairs......... “we travelled through the Kentish fields to that children’s Elysium, Broadstairs.....” “Elysium” – a place of perfect happiness and contentment, the Elysian Fields of Greek mythology. “Elysium”- a place where the righteous and the heroic can live a blessed and happy life indulging in whatever they enjoy! And the poster showed that, too, with groups of children all happily digging in the seaside sand, doing what children do on a beach. What a wonderful use of language, what pictures it conjures up – the language of Dickens and Shakespeare all combined into one simple railway advert.
What hope for children's spelling? Companies spend billions advertising their products. It clearly sells beans - but it also sells poor spelling and a lack of respect for words to young minds. |
I reflected on the situation in
Cambridge. Two of the great addresses in Cambridge, indeed the world, are those
that relate to two of the very great colleges King’s and Queens’ Both have an
possessive apostrophe, but placed differently and for good purpose. King’s
College was that college founded by King Henry VI in 1441 and so is singular since
there was only one king involved - it was his college. Queens’, on the other hand, was founded by
Henry’s wife Margaret of Anjou in 1448 and was re-founded in 1465 by Elizabeth
Woodville the wife of Edward IV. Thus, two Queens were involved and so Queens’
is plural - two queens have "ownership" of it and the possessive apostrophe is placed differently. Some may say this
is unimportant or pedantic – presumably the local council in Cambridge would take this line
– but it is crucial. The correctly placed apostrophe is critical to the history
of the establishment and it is upon such details of punctuation that great and
precise language is based. Dickens would have recognised that. To reject the
apostrophe in the manner that Cambridge Council have done demeans the history
and the language of the nation. We and Cambridge City Council should be ashamed
as we allow our language and indeed our cultural/historical heritage to be trivialised and butchered in this way.
And, having had lunch we
meandered back along the Esplanade to find our car. Looking out over the sea. I
stopped to take a photograph of the town and in the distance standing above the
other houses was a distinctive property – Fort House. Dickens spent many
holidays at Fort House and it was there, above the harbour, in that "airy nest", as he called it, that
he wrote David Copperfield. The house was owned by a captain of one of the two coastal
forts guarding Broadstairs and has for many years been called Bleak House –
many suggest that it gave Dickens the idea for “Bleak House” in his great novel
of the same name. That may not be true but what can be certain is that the
house held a special attraction for him and was the residence he "most desired" in Broadstairs, his
“most favourite” of watering places". Our little trip to Broadstairs had left us with very much the same feeling.
Finally, as we drove out of Broadstairs we spied something else which left me a little sad and, I believe, says much about our modern world and our values. We passed a large school, a secondary school and the name of the school? - "The Charles Dickens School". It is surely right that the local school is named after the great man. But then we noticed something else. In common with most secondary schools in the UK it has developed specialisms. In the case of the Charles Dickens School, the specialisms that it has developed, worked towards and promotes are maths and computing! How sad and perverse that in the town so much loved, visited and used by Dickens that English is not the developed specialism. I would have thought it almost an imperative to recognise and sponsor this in the local school. Maybe it's a reflection of the age in which we live where computing and the needs of the gradgrind, number crunching accountant take preference over the literary and cultural life and education of the nation. It's perhaps not inappropriate to reflect that Dickens named the notorious headmaster in "Hard Times" Thomas Gradgrind - a fierce man and the ultimate utilitarian with no time for things of beauty or culture and who dedicated his life to the pursuit of profitable enterprise. Clearly, Thomas Gradgrind is a metaphor for modern Britain where we are constantly told that we need schools today that specialise in the real world - maths and computing and the like - not airy-fairy places that encourage literature, music or art and where children are taught and encouraged to use words such as "Elysium"!
Looking back over Broadstairs - the Fort house on the distant headland |
Finally, as we drove out of Broadstairs we spied something else which left me a little sad and, I believe, says much about our modern world and our values. We passed a large school, a secondary school and the name of the school? - "The Charles Dickens School". It is surely right that the local school is named after the great man. But then we noticed something else. In common with most secondary schools in the UK it has developed specialisms. In the case of the Charles Dickens School, the specialisms that it has developed, worked towards and promotes are maths and computing! How sad and perverse that in the town so much loved, visited and used by Dickens that English is not the developed specialism. I would have thought it almost an imperative to recognise and sponsor this in the local school. Maybe it's a reflection of the age in which we live where computing and the needs of the gradgrind, number crunching accountant take preference over the literary and cultural life and education of the nation. It's perhaps not inappropriate to reflect that Dickens named the notorious headmaster in "Hard Times" Thomas Gradgrind - a fierce man and the ultimate utilitarian with no time for things of beauty or culture and who dedicated his life to the pursuit of profitable enterprise. Clearly, Thomas Gradgrind is a metaphor for modern Britain where we are constantly told that we need schools today that specialise in the real world - maths and computing and the like - not airy-fairy places that encourage literature, music or art and where children are taught and encouraged to use words such as "Elysium"!
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