When my mother brought me home from the Simpson Memorial Ward at Edinburgh’s Royal Infimary, the house she brought me to was 2, Lovedale Grove, Balerno. In those days Balerno was a village outside Edinburgh, although it is now a suburb.
Although quite small, the house had enough garden to keep my parents occupied, and I probably ‘helped’ with my toy wheelbarrow.
When my Grandparents left Grove Farm at Box, where they had been farming, they moved in to 141, Lordship Road, Stoke Newington with my Great Grandfather, Joseph Lines. This was around 1925, and may have been prompted by the death of my Great Grandmother, Jane Lines (nee Fitzhenry) on 7th June 1925. They lived with Joseph and helped run G&J Lines, until he died in 1931. They rented The Cottage, 55, Anne Boleyn’s Walk, Cheam, Surrey for about 3 years, while they had a house built on Warren Drive, Kingswood, so moved in probably about 1934.
The house was named Pickwick, after the village near Box.
The family were still living there when I was young, though I do not have clear memories of the house. My parents lived in Edinburgh and we used to spend Christmas with my Grandparents, traveling by various means. One of my early memories is of a taxi ride through central London, and the lights of Piccadilly Circus – there was nothing similar in Edinburgh.
I have some 2″ Slides from my Aunt Fanny’s collection, which show Pickwick, which I have photographed to reproduce here.
My Grandpa (George E Lines), known in the family as Chief, and my Granny (Doris Joan Lines – nee Stevens), known in the family as Mouse.
When my grandparents moved to Rest Harrow the croquet set moved with them, and we all played croquet as children.
I do not wear a tweed jacket and a tie for gardening, I feel I am letting the family down !
When I was very young my parents gave me a toy wheelbarrow, probably around 1959. Although there are no markings on it, it was almost certainly made by Lines Brothers, with whom I have a family connection. Three of the Lines Brothers were my Great Uncles (three Lines make a triangle, hence the name Tri-ang, which was also used as a brand name. The fourth brother was my Grandfather, George Edward Lines, who did not, initially, follow his brothers into the toy business, but, after fighting in the First World War, went into farming. He did then go to work with his father, Joseph Lines (of G&J Lines, rocking horse makers) and then went on to work for Tri-ang.
My parents were both keen gardeners, and I, and my siblings, enjoyed being in the garden, and the toy wheelbarrow followed us from Balerno, where we lived when I was born, to Juniper Green, and when my parents retired and moved to High Ham in Somerset the wheelbarrow went with them. There my nieces and nephews could play with it in the garden when they were of an age appropriate to its small size. As they outgrew it the wheelbarrow stayed in the garden room in High Ham, until the time came for my siblings and I to clear the house. I had fond memories associated with the wheelbarrow, so took it to Oxford.
Although in good condition for a toy which had been much played with over nearly sixty years, the plywood base was starting to delaminate, so I removed the old base.
I cut a new plywood base, and gave it a few coats of interior varnish to seal it, and then a couple of coats of yacht varnish, and then screwed the base onto the top.
A small step ladder was just the right size to support the legs as the top was attached.
Replacing the base is not the first repair. The legs are different, and I suspect one was replaced by my father, Roger Lines.
I am writing this at Christmas, when we are hearing a lot about Joseph, the carpenter, and working with wood has good associations for me.
My father was a Research Forester, but he did not just grow trees, he enjoyed working with wood. He built the bunk bed my brother and I slept in, the frame which held the swing in the garden and so on. In our house in Edinburgh my father had a workshop, which always smelled of a mixture of wood shavings and a complex mix of varnish, oil and paint.
My Grandfather also had a workshop, with a massive workbench, which had been the family Morrison Shelter during the Second World War.
My Great Great Uncle George Lines (of G&J Lines) was a real carpenter, which is where their rocking horse business originated.
We may have reached, at least in our wealthy western society, the age of ‘peak stuff‘, and the appeal of having new things purely for their novelty seems to be running out.
As I am now much too large to use a wheelbarrow of this size, after a trip into the garden to meet its big brother, I donated the wheelbarrow to friends with young children who will be able to enjoy it properly.
As in the film Toy Story I am sure the wheelbarrow will be much happier being played with.
Toy Story has a particular resonance with me as I have been a user and developer of the Debian distribution of Linux for a long time, and Debian releases are named after characters in Toy Story. This connection between the real world of wooden toys and the more abstract world of computers and the internet reminds me, in turn of the James Burke TV series Connections. Although I did not start the post by saying ‘this is a blog post, written on a computer’ it was, thus referring back to where I started seems appropriate.
According to my mother’s notes (which are on the rear of the black and white picture, the Beam Engine was made by my Great Great Great Grandfather, John Box (born in 1878)
Although according to an article in “Cornish and Devon Post and Western Counties Advertiser, on Saturday, April 4, 1896” (reproduced in my post on ‘The Box Family of Marhamchurch Foundry‘) it was his son, William Braund Box, my Great, Great Grandfather, who made the Beam Engine. The article and Beam Engine get a mention in the article ‘The Northumberland Foundry‘ on the Launceston Then web site.
Margaret Box, who lent the Beam Engine to the museum, among her many adventures, was a nurse in Salonica at Serbia the tail end of the First World War, and her letters are transcribed in a series of posts indexed at ‘Margaret Box, nursing in Salonica and Serbia‘.
Roger Lines, my father, went on to travel the world as a Research Forester, but this letter finds him in January 1953, right at the start of his career. The previous letter in my possession, written by him at the end of his first week in the office has him about to move into 27, Dalrymple Crescent, and this letter is written from there.
27, Dalrymple Crescent
I have been able to make enquiries in the Scottish Banks. They have no bank charges in the accepted sense, but charge 6d per cheque. With a current account you have to pay at least £2 per year, however few cheques you draw, but you can draw 40 per year without paying anything above £2. If I had £100 the bank charge would be less that £2. This has to be thought out however on a parallel with the Savings Certificate scheme whereby £100 means £3 per year interest. Thus the Lloyds system is fantastically expensive if you draw few cheques (as I would). According to your letter they first of all want to charge £2-7-0 per 50 cheques and then they expect you to have £100 in a credit account so that altogether they are getting £5-7-0 per year for doing practically nothing. Perhaps you would like to confront them with this.
I have today opened an account with the Edinburgh Trustee Savings bank so I won’t be short of ready money again. Whilst on financial matters, you wouldn’t care to be Dependents would you ? There is Civil Service scheme whereby aged parents can be helped out of a contributory pension scheme.
It isn’t one of these “something-for-nothing” schemes though. There is a more or less compulsory scheme for Widows and Children through which means a deduction of 1 1/2 % from salary which you pay even before you have a wife let alone a widow. I shall have to propose by saying “Will you join my Widows and Children’s scheme ?”
Can someone with great strength (Jennifer) and mechanical aptitude (Daddy) get my bike down from the attic and see what Tim has pinched from it and whether the tyres still hold up. I know the electrics don’t work but only I think there aren’t any lamp. It would certainly be very useful up here, especially at lunch time but I don’t know how much it would cost to send it up. Could you find out and let me have a report on its condition ? (This sounds like one of my Memos to foresters)
The glasses don’t fit very well so I am having them bent a bit by a local optician. When I’ve done this I’ll send this pair down to have the lenses changed.
p.s. What was in the Sunday Express ?
In the meantime will banks are sorted out I will get John Spears to pay a cheque that he owes me into your account.
As far as I am aware, my father did not use the Widows and Orphans scheme as part of his proposal to my mother, indeed I do not think they had met at that stage, although my mother was already friends with my Aunt, Jennifer, of the great strength – as they had met at Froebel College in about 1946.
I believe my parents first met at Lockley Lodge, near the Dale Fort field study centre in Pembrokeshire, although I am not sure exactly when – it had to have been after this letter in January 1953 and November 1955, when my father announced his intention to propose. It was his work for the Forestry Commission which took him to Pembrokeshire to study wind blow, and being in the area he went to his sister, Jennifer. She was staying at the Lockley Lodge with my mother, and Eleanor Grey – a friend of the Lockley family. Lockley Lodge is now the owned by The Wildlife Trust of West and South Wales, and is the place where you buy boat tickets to get to the island of Skomer, but in those days was probably owned by Ronald Lockley, a pioneering naturalist, who farmed on the island of Skokholm, and wrote many books – including ‘The private life of the rabbit’, used by Richard Adams to provide background for Watership Down.
My father and my mother went for a walk around the Deer Park at Wooltack point and discovered their common interests in nature. My father lured my mother to Scotland with a promise of ‘A buzzard on very telegraph pole’, which caused our car journeys round Scotland to be enlivened by shouts of ‘There it is’ when we spotted a buzzard on a telegraph pole.
My main incentive for posting about Family History is the collection of letters and other documents which I inherited am am attempting to curate. I am filling in the gaps by Internet research, but there are some things I have not been able to find. I am listing them on this page so I can find them easily to research at suitable opportunities.
Reputed to have been ‘a friend and admirer of General John Burgoyne’ (1722-1792), he was reputed to have named his son William Burgoyne Webster, He was a military man who traveled around a lot.
Having William Lawrence Burgoyne Webster (1867-1869) in the family lends credence to this, but I can’t find the son,
Was the Harriet G. Wilson (niece) staying with Percival J Webster (1865-1904) in the 1901 Census related to Martha Ellenor Frances Enstone Wilson (abt 1873- ?) – who married Arthur Reuben Webster (1858-1936) on 17 Feb 1901 – his second marriage
When did Bessie Manning (1844- ?) (Arthur Reuben Websters first wife – married 14 May 1882), who had been married to Adolphus Hamilton (1846-1880), die – it must have been after 1891 (when she is in the Census with Arthur) and before 1901 (when he is a widower)
When did Joseph May (1837- ? ) die. It would be some time after 1891, when he is aged 65 and appears in the census. Also what is his exact, or even better approximation for birth date.
When did Emma May (Born 5 Jan 1852) die, and where was she in the 1871, 1881 and 1901 Censuses (she is with her parents, aged 9 in 1861, and at 4 Chipstead Street in 1911, and Fulham Hospital in 1939.
Is Jane Alexander Bryson who married Sir Arthur Hulin Gosling (Director General of the Forestry Commission and KBE in the 1955 Birthday Honours) in 1931 and died in 1969 related to the Brysons in the family tree ?
How many Fellows of the Royal Society of Edinburgh were nominated by William Thompson
Research Electric Light in Leith (in relation to William Alexander Bryson)
Who was the William Langdon (and his son) who were owners of the Foundry at Marahamchurch. (John Brimmel married an Ann Langdon in 1852).
When did Mr Langdon (the son) sell the Foundry – was it 1856 ?
Who are the C and W Hillman (longstanding employees) who bought the Foundry in 1912.
Where are Henry and Edward Box (owners of the Foundry up to 1886) in the 1881 Census (and the 1891 Census)
Who was living at the Foundry from 1891 onwards ? (or even 1887 onwards).
There was also a foundry producing cooking stoves, all marked Box’s Foundry
There are still some of these stoves to be found in the area, for example at Primrose Cottage at Berry Park
Probably during the late 1700’s, Primrose Cottage was “modernised” by the laying of Delabole slate flagstone floors and the installation of the latest model kitchen range forged by Thomas Box at Marhamchurch (just south of Bude) using materials brought to the forge by the famous wheeled barges used on the Bude canal. These features can still be seen in Primrose Cottage.
Note that this refers to the kitchen range being forged by Thomas Box, who I certainly have as an iron founder, at some point, but the stove can not have been installed in the late 1700’s using material brought in on the Canal as that was not completed until 1825.
The advertisement above refers to the Foundry as being established for over 60 years, which would put its establishment at before 1828,
Marhamchurch’s one claim to historical fame was its ‘inclined plane’. From 1819 sea-sand and lime were brought from Bude by canal to be used as fertiliser by local farms. The canal used to run from Bude through Marhamchurch to Druxton near Launceston and to Holsworthy. At Helebridge in Marhamchurch the tugboats were winched up the inclined plane by a water wheel at the wharf, where there was an engineer’s house. The rails for this were made at Box’s Foundry. This lasted until 1888 when the railways took over the carriage of materials. The railway was finally closed in 1968. The towpath alongside the canal makes a very pleasant walk into Bude – about two miles.
Employees and Foundry Cottages
The foundry employed about 20 men, some members of the Box family, others from local families, and some who came to work there. Thomas Box built a row of six cottages to house some of the workers, I think this must be Thomas Box (1792-1849), and the Census records show a variety of people living in them, some clearly foundry workers, and others with a variety of occupations. Some of the names are interesting as they are names I recognise from Box marriages, so I hope to expand on this a little more to track down some of the connections.
The Box Families
John Box (1788-1849 ) – Iron Founder before Thomas Box – probably
On his death it passed to his son, William Braund Box, who managed it for 3 years (from 1849 to 1852 ???) and then sold it to Mr Langdon, who removed from Ridgegrove to Marhamchurch. The original foundry became a bone mill.
Thomas Box (1792-1849) – Iron Founder from 1841 (or earlier) to 1849
Son of William Box (1759 to 1813) and Thomasine Heard (1764-1842), he married Elizabeth Burrow on 27th March 1817)
John Box (1827-1887) – Iron Founder from 1861 to 1887
I think he was the son of Thomas Box and Elizabeth Burrow. He married Elizabeth Hill. Presumably it then passed on to his sons Thomas (1852-1911) and Henry (1859-1935) – though Henry became a farmer.
According to the article from the Cornish and Devon Post below the ownership of the Foundry passed from Mr Langdon Junior to Henry and Edward Box. I think they are the younger siblings of John Box. Henry (1839 – 1908) and Edward (1842 – ?) may be the Henry (Aged 30, Pattern Maker) and Edward Box who are Boarders at the Foundry in the 1871 Census when John Box is Iron Founder, although their ages do not exactly match up. It looks as if Edward is married to a Sarah A Box, and I believe he does marry Sarah Ann Cowles.
A Thomas Box was Ironfounder in 1852 at the wedding of his son William Box (also an Ironfounder) to Jane Rogers (nee Painter)
The foundry was still working in 1911 when Alfred John Box (1855 – ) was Iron Foundry Manager living at the home of Charles Shepherd, Stove and Grate Fitter.
Henry (1839-1906) and Edward (1842-1902) Box
They were the Second Cousins to Mr A.W.Box, and, according to the CDP&WCA article brought the Foundry from Mr Langdon Junior and ran it as a partnership until about 1886, when they sold it to A.W.Box.
As second cousins they must have shared a Great Grandparent, and as Boxes that must be on their Fathers side. so their father, Thomas Box, must have been a cousin (sharing a grandparent) with William Braund Box, so William’s father, John Box(1788-1849) , must be the brother of Thomas Box’s father, William Box (1759-1813), both being children of Thomas Box (1721-1799)
Henry and Edward were the sons of Thomas Box and Elizabeth Burrow, living in the Foundry in 1841 (Henry, Edward was not born then); when Thomas Box was Iron Founder, 1851; when Elizabeth Box (nee Burrow) was Iron Founder and Miller); 1861 (when Henry is Iron Founder, Machinist and Miller employing 2 Smiths, 1 Puller, 1 Moulder, 5 Carpenters and 2 Labourers. Edward is a Machinist.
In the 1871 Census their elder brother, John (1827-1887), and married to Elizabeth Hill is the Iron Founder, while Henry is now living at the Foundry as a Boarder and Pattern Maker, and Edward is working as a Fitter and he and his wife Sarah Ann Box (nee Cowling) are also boarders.
In 1881 John is still Iron Founder, employing 19 men and living at the Foundry with Elizabeth.
In 1881 Henry is married (to Mary Ellen Edmunds) and living in Stratton, but still working as a Pattern Maker (Artisan) – presumably at the Foundry.
I don’t (yet) know where Edward was living or what he was doing,
I suspect the death of John Box in 1887 was the event which precipitated the move of Arthur Williams Box from London, as Henry and Edward seem to have moved away from management of the foundry by this time.
Arthur Williams Box (1853-1940) – Iron Founder from about 1886 to 1912.
He was living in Langport in the 1891 Census, but living in London, but still with his profession as Iron Founder in 1901 and 1911, so I suspect he had a house in Launceston, but London was his main residence. He presumably employed a manager to run the Foundry on a day to day basis.
An article from the “Cornish and Devon Post and Western Counties Advertiser, on Saturday, April 4, 1896” describes the foundry and a little of its history.
The Northumberland Foundry, Launceston
Launceston, unfortunately, does not possess many industries.
Times have altered; trade’s unfeeling train Usurps the land and dispossess the swain.
Since the old woollen factories, which thrived here centuries ago, were transferred to the great centres of industry, where coal is to be found at the factory door, and where railway communication is so much better, Launceston has discontinued to be an industrial centre of any importance; though, for our own part, we fail to see why certain manufacturies might no still be carried on here with a fair degree of success. Undoubtedly, could a manufactory of any kind be established her, Launceston’s prospects would be even infinitely brighter than they are at present. It would give the place a commercial status that at present is lacking. Still it is useless mourning this absence, for there is very little likelihood of Launceston every progressing in the direction named, though as a country business town it will take a deal of beating. It is one consolation to know, however, that the few industries remaining are conducted on sound progressive principles and are in the hands of capable managers. We have already noticed in these columns several noted business establishments, and in continuation of the series we give a brief history and sketch of The Northumberland Foundry, (Named after the Duke of Northumberland, who one time owned Warrington Park), St. Thomas, the proprietor of which (Mr A. W. Box), as is well-known, is quite a genius in many ways. Our representative, on presenting himself at the office door, found that it was not exactly “put a penny in the slot and you get your photo”, but press the button, the door opens by some mysterious means, and you gain admission at once to the show room without anyone opening the door, and then you go up into the bright cosy office above, where the worthy head kindly receives you. This open sesame is done by Mr. Box as he sits in his chair above, by means of a lever which pulls back the catch of the door. To use an Americanism, Mr. Box is very keen on electrical appliances. Immediately behind his chair he has also a telephone connected with the dining room of the dwelling-house, the working of which he minutely explained to our representative. Then again an electric signal calls away any of the workmen up from the foundry. When quite a lad Mr. Box made an excellent telephone, so that he is no tyro in the manufacture of such a contraption. In fact he is often consulted by Launcestonians and others on this and kindred matters, and is always ready to give the most kindly assistance. In the conversation, he was also exceedingly interesting in his remarks on motors. When he undertook the management of the foundry the motive power was supplied by a steam engine, which had been a faithful servant for many years. On this one being past further use, he decided to be well up to the times, and after careful consideration secured one of Crossley’s oil engines, of 4 horse power nominal, capable of developing 10 horse power, he is one of the first purchasers of this new invention. After a fair test, he says the engine is decidedly a good one, and works the fan and machinery without the least trouble. Mr. Box contemplates erecting the electric light on his premises, this engine being well capable of supplying the power, and I have not the least doubt that he will do it, for his ingenious contrivances in all directions at once convinces you that he knows nothing of difficulties. Mr. Box has also been considering the practicality of a water motor, believing that he could thus obtain 15-horse power without any difficulty. No doubt, Mr Box’s inventive mind will develop the idea at some favourable opportunity. In fact a certain gentleman in the town, who at present uses an engine, has been considering with Mr. Box the advisability of trying the use of water for motive power, now that we have a plentiful supply available. Mr. Box is also an exceedingly good amateur photographer, and turns his knowledge and gifts to a practical use, photographing patterns and other things connected with the trade which it is advisable to have in possession. Such a mind naturally finds full scope in a foundry where all kinds of inventive work has to be carried out, and in the necessary “motive power” to make such an institution successful.
The Foundry was established several decades ago by the present proprietor’s grandfather (Mr. John Box), who had a business in Broad St. It was he who built the present bone mill at Ridgegrove for a foundry. After his death his son, Mr W.B. Box, father of the present proprietor, carried it on for three years, and then sole the business to Mr. Langdon, who removed from Ridgegrove to the present premises. On the latter’s demise, his son carried it on, the business eventually coming into the hands of Mssrs. Henry and Edward Box, second cousins to Mr. A.W. Box. They, about ten years ago, dissolved partnership and Mr. A.W. Box then came down from London and bought off the foundry established by his grandfather so many years before. It is worthy of mention that this Mr. John Box was also a clever clockmaker, and several clocks bearing his name are still to be seen in the district, while his son, Mr. W. Box, when a young man, constructed entirely by himself (it being a three years’ labour) a very fine model of a working steam engine which was exhibited in the Western Rooms some sixty years ago, the maker giving a lecture on steam power, then, of course, in its infancy. This brought him into communication with Sir Goldsworthy Gurney, who invented the Bude Light, and was at that time working on his steam carriages; and, noting on his advice, Mr. Box went to London where he was very successful as a watch and clock maker. On his arrival at Launceston, Mr A.W. Box soon set about making several beneficial alterations to the premises, including an enlargement of the foundry, all of which showed the design of a practical hand. Cornish foundries are handicapped in that the man are unable to work piecework on account of the great variety of articles to be made. In the larger foundries in the North the case is different. An order for stoves, for instance, is often sufficiently large to keep men at work for weeks together. Then the advantage of being able to put men on piecework is clearly proved, and the profits much more easily gauged. The men in this foundry are chiefly employed in making the castings used by agricultural implement makers and machinists, comprising the parts of water wheels, pulleys, pinions, gear-wheels, plough bodies,grutices, shoes, shares etc.,etc. In fact, on seeing the countless patterns piled on the shelves, one is convinced that next to gold, iron is the most useful metal. In the Northumberland Foundry kitchen ranges are the only articles made completely and stocked, and Mr. Box has given his particular attention to the manufacture, so that they should give a maximum of heat with a minimum of fuel, and as the parts are constructed of extra stout plates the stoves should last for many years. Mr. Box also supplies stove castings to several makers who are not iron founders themselves. On a recent visit, we noticed castings going off to St. Austell, ordered by a noted electrical engineer there. It is most interesting to see the huge blast furnace set to work, and the liquid iron run out into the numerous moulds on the foundry floor on a given day of the week. The day for casting is Fridays, and it about two hours the moulds that have taken all the week to prepare can be filled with the melted iron. The mould is made in sand and coal dust (the latter being ground down in a mill for the purpose) by means of what is called a pattern, made of either wood or metal. These patterns (some of considerable value) are always kept in stock, so that in case of breakages new pieces can be speedily cast. A visit to the pattern store gives one some idea of the capital that is needed to be put into a business of this kine, and the great part this foundry played in the more prosperous days of Cornish and Devon mining, huge patterns of cog wheels, cranks, eccentrics, gratings and all the adjuncts of water wheels and other machinery being packed away, the accumulation of scores of years, but ready for the quickest reproduction. In the centre of the foundry a huge crane is erected for use when heavy pieces of metal are required, such as the target, which Mr. Box supplied the Launceston Volunteer Corps. Mr. Box uses only the best pig iron to be obtained in Scotland. This on being melted is allowed to run out of the furnace in required quantities into a ladle with long arms extending on either side. This two men immediately carry round to the moulds and pour it into holes made for the purpose, until is is known they are full, the bubbling liquid that rises in certain places giving such signal. The castings are taken from the moulds the next day, and then go through a process of finishing with lathe, drill and other machinery, there being separate departments for this work, it being one of Mr. Box’s privileges to have plenty of room. From all I saw, I am convinced that there is a still more prosperous future for the Northumberland Foundry, and that it is one of the most valuable institutions Launceston possesses.
That site also has a picture of the Foundry from 1904 (which was certainly during the time of Arthur William Box.
It also has an item from May 17th. 1856.
TO MINERS : TO BE SOLD By Private Contract 1 WATER WHEEL, 17 feet high and 7 feet wide; do. Do. 12. Do. and 2 ft. Wide. Stamps, Axle, and Tongues; 18 Stamps heads, with Wood Lifters; Stamps Frame, and Guides, & c., & c. Also several Wind-bores, and Matching pieces. Apply to Mr. Langdon, Northumberland Foundry, St. Thomas, Launceston.
This fits the description of this picture of a Water Wheel from my family photo album
This could well be a 17 foot high water wheel, but I am not sure how to match it with an 1856 date, or an ownership by Mr. Landon. It does look as if it is either being constructed or removed, however as there is no machinery attached to it.
My father, Roger Lines, had been interested in trees since he did his Scout Forester badge. He noted the trees he saw while serving in India, and after his return he took a degree in Forestry at Bangor.
He joined the Forestry Commission, based in Edinburgh, and wrote this letter home, a week after he started, which I think was in late 1952.
Dear M & D
Thank you for your letter with the ration book. Let me go through your letter. My office is now looking a little more lived in, with a cosy fire (much better coal up here) and my Alpine Calendar for 1940 on the wall. My IN tray is normally full and my OUT tray empty.
I have now formally started constructive work for the F.C. by having thrust onto me an expt (experiment) on the flushing of Spruce which has plants in a nursery at Tulliallan (just across the Forth from the Kincardine bridge). I have to get them planted out at NewcastletonRoxburgh in the spring. Unfortunately the labour for this comes from the hotel at Kielder which is closing at the end of the month, so it is possible that the expt will be shelved until next year. All the labour will be sacked and the Conservator has been to London to see if someone has just made a mistake. London told him there was no mistake so it means that the whole forest will just about have to close down. Its all mad as the cost of this would be terrific in terms of neglect, rabbits getting in, plants getting swamped with weeds etc. You cant get accountants to see this sort of thing though.
I have discovered after working here a week that office hours are 9 – 5.30 with 45 mins for lunch and 9 – 12.30 on Sat. Actually I thought they were 8.30 – 5.30 and have often worked til ten to six. Even so I dont feel exhausted at the end of a day as there is no-one to harry you and I get through more by doing it in my own time. I have spent quite a lot of time (office time, they are very good about that sort of thing) so far trying to find suitable digs.
I advertised in the local paper and got about twenty replies. Some were in Leith, too far away, others I visited and wasn’t impressed. The vast majority were in flats or tenements which are a great feature of Edin. These great grey granite blocks go up 4 or 5 floors and have a dimly lit main stair. Most are 100 yrs old but in reasonable condition. I went to see the Fergusons the evening I got your letter, but Nora had already gone down south. After they had gathered who I was (rather awkward) they were very hospitable and I have a standing invitation to go down and watch T.V. any evening when I am not busy. They also were very helpful in giving me advice about the digs letters I had received and finished up by giving me tea and shortbread. Having visited some more of the recommended ones I have finally got myself “bedded-down” with Mrs Harper 27, Dalrymple Crescent, Edinburgh 0. Phone Edin. 45574.
In contrast to the flats, this is a large single house set in its own garden, rather like some of the older houses in Sutton
Mrs Harper seems a reasonable person, well educated and with two chn. I am going to have a bed sitter about the size of the spare room. Large sitting room which I imagine I shall only use in summer. More later, I move in on Monday. £3-3. less lunch during week and reduction for time away. The point is that Dalrymple Crescent is a turning off Lauder Rd.
Weather so far hasn’t been to bad, not so much snow as fog and ice, but we have had nice days as well, and I seem to be getting on well with our Scots foresters (v. important). Office Staff is 13 including me but the chiefs are M.V. Edwards the boss, ex Burma, knows Darjeeling, highly intelligent little man. chn; John Zehetmayer English. Navy Lt & Oxford 5yrs in Research & one of the bright young men. 2 chn ; Faulkner, young ? 2yrs
This unfortunately is where the letter that I have ends – the final page has gone astray somewhere.
Better Coal – in those days Scotland was still a coal mining country.
I think he transferred down to Alice Holt and, as children we would go and see him and his family, and participate in “Nurdling” – where this YouTube clip seems a bit similar to what I remember – basically a kind of mad obstacle course.
Although it seems unlikely, I think the early Headquarters of Forestry Research in Scotland may have been in Lauder Road, I know they did not move into the ‘new’ offices at Sighthill straight away.
My Father, Roger Lines, managed to land his dream job of working for the Forestry Commission in Edinburgh, after gaining a First Class Honours degree in Forestry from Bangor.
He wrote home after his first day at work (I will update this if I can work out when that was), to update his parents.
Just a few more words to let you know how things progress.
Work. Seemingly should prove fascinating, I can pick my own field within limits, people I have to work with are most kind & helpful. They abhor red tape and no one has ever mentioned such a thing as working hours yet. They are approx 8.30 to 5.30 but no one worries. My pay should be about £635 p.a. and on my numerous trips I get 3 7/6dper day on top of my normal pay.
Car I shan’t need to buy one or use my motor bike as there is a brand new Hillman with glistening paint on tap, but I shall need to be able to drive it sometime.
I am going out tomorrow to a meeting of all the Conservators & some D.O.s of Scotland so I shall be in a unique position. Half my job at first is to get on the right side of these boss men as they can make life difficult if by annoying them you have to go through official channels.
Digs Mr Gray cannot have me, its all a big mistake as he has two chn. to look after as well. He has given me an invite to come up tho’
I shall definitely be coming down in July as we have a conference at Alice Holt then, but may possibly come down before. I don’t really know yet.
My boss M.V. Edwards has invited me to tea on Sunday. Another couple who are staying here have also invited me up their new house when they are settled in so the old charm is being brought to bear.
I have my own office with chair, table IN & OUT trays, telephone and blotter but nothing else.
Alice Holt is the Southern research institute of the Forestry Commission. My Grandparents would later move to Medstead, not far away.
There has clearly been a plan that my father would take lodgings with Mr Gray, but these seem to have fallen through, which is why he is staying at the Atholl Hotel for the time being. This hotel does not appear to be around any more, but I suspect was chosen as being available, and probably cheap.
I remember my father did ride his motor bike all round the country, visiting forests and meeting the local lairds, as Forestry was part of the governments plan to combat depopulation of the countryside by encouraging planting of forests.