Village Voice August/September 2014 | Page 25

SCENES FROM ALRESFORD LIFE I have been reading an enchanting new book which contains some ‘scenes from Alresford life’ from not so long ago – for instance, a schoolgirl taking her pony up Broad Street to be shod at the smithy. That girl is now the distinguished local elder, Rosemary Chambers of Lake House. Rosemary was born in Old Alresford House during the war and lived there until she married (in the private chapel). Despite many excursions and adventures elsewhere, she has remained firmly attached to Alresford ever since. The book is entitled ‘True to my Roots’ and the author’s roots go very deep and spread very wide. She can trace her ancestry back to an 11th century Scottish lord, to Edward III of England, to supporters and opponents of Robert the Bruce and Bonny Prince Charlie, and to great 19th century landowners on both sides of the border. Her family, the ConstableMaxwells, were (and are) part of the minority ‘recusant’ Catholics who remained ‘true to their roots’ and their faith through three centuries of repression and exclusion. This is, and always has been, a very close-knit social grouping, characterised by large families (her father was one of twelve) and cemented by inter-marriage. Her roots in the Church are also extraordinarily extensive. On the evidence of her writing, she has been unwaveringly devoted to both her family and her faith. Rosemary is one of those rare and delightful writers who can work the trick of persuading those who know her that they can hear her voice as they read each sentence. As I read I can hear her talking of life in that great house during the post-war years of extreme austerity, and slaving in the family watercress (what else?) business. This style also makes for easy reading for those who do not know her. Anyone interested in a true and clear account of how The Season worked, what life was like in a convent boarding school in the fifties, or as an Oxford undergraduate in the sixties, or as a novice nun, or simply as a member of a highly observant (and well-connected) Catholic family before Vatican II, must rush to buy this book. We learn also about a young woman’s developing knowledge and enthusiasm for art as she describes her year in Rome and her extensive travels through Italy and France and Greece, and her awakening interest in the wider world as she spent time with family and friends in Berlin, Paris, Brittany, Brussels and the United States (her mother was Texan). The book ends with her introduction to life as a teacher and mother, but there are frequent flashes forward to later experiences and to the times and the Alresford people we know. This is a book largely about the past though its author shows she is securely anchored in the present. As a stranger to the world Rosemary describes I find it intriguing that a woman from a very ‘strict’ Catholic background could succeed in gaining herself, with warm family encouragement, an education which was just about as broad and liberal as one could get, and which was wholly successful in producing a broad-minded and liberal person. Don’t take my word for that last remark. Just read the book and you will see it is a true account. You can buy it direct from Rosemary. Put £12.50 in your pocket and walk down to Lake House (next to The Globe). It would be wise to ring first to check that she is at home and has not sold all her stock. Peter Pooley Copies are also available from Oxleys bookshop in Broad Street. 23