Take one visitors book…

The main reason for our trip to London last weekend was to attend the memorial service for my Great Aunt who passed away last month. The service was held in her local church in Hammersmith where she had been a member of the congregation for over 40 years. It was packed out with people who wanted to say their farewells.

It was such a beautiful tribute, filled with amazing music that reflected Liz’s own great musical talent. There was a full orchestra in attendance, put together by my Great Aunt herself many years ago and known as the ‘Liz band’ ever since. Friends and family members said wonderful, witty and touching things during the service and I was reminded just how much I love the feeling of laughter through tears.

As an executor of my Great Aunt’s will my Mum has had the daunting task of clearing her small one bedroom flat. Liz had lived there since the late 70s and I think it’s fair to say that she hadn’t thrown anything away since she moved in! The place was full to the brim with STUFF, both treasure and junk in equal measure.

My Great Aunt was a prolific journal writer and family archivist. All of the shelves in the flat were straining under the weight of her holiday journals, albums and the countless 5 year diaries that go back decades, each one filled with pages of her almost illegible script. My Mum found old newspapers, commemorative magazines, correspondence, drawings. There was so much I’m sure she couldn’t go through everything as carefully as she would have liked to.

She did uncover this unassuming and rather battered visitors book. It appears to have had many homes over the years but it started life 80 years ago in Reigate, Surrey. The book passed from one family member to another and journeyed between many different addresses before eventually settling at my Great Aunt’s flat in Hammersmith in the 1970s.

Liz’s section of the book is filled with poems, doodles and messages that prove how wonderful her hospitality was and how much her friends and family loved her and enjoyed visiting her home. I love this doodle especially…

Liz on her bike, with her beloved fiddle strapped to her back!

The caption reads ‘For a born travelling musician Liz, you run a beautiful home’. Made me cry a little. An ardent Royalist, Liz never missed an opportunity to throw a good old fashioned street party. She’d have been up a ladder and hanging bunting come April 29th, let there be no doubt! I love this sketch documenting the celebration of a certain Royal Wedding that took place in 1981…

‘A brilliant street party for Prince Charles and Lady Diana’

But it’s not just Royal love stories this book contains within its pages.

If you flick through carefully and find your way back to the early 1950s you’ll find entries that document the courtship of my Grandparents.

My Grandfather, Mark Arthur Phillip Hogg, seems to have started calling on my Grandmother, Jennifer Spurrell, in 1954.

My favourite comment is the one where he tells of his promotion from ‘ringing at the front door to walking in at the back’!

At the bottom of the page he says ‘this must surely have been one of the happiest visits I could spend here. I can only pray for a permanent engagement as a member of this family’ A little while later…

And a little while later still, my mother arrives…

Then, some 20-odd years later, on the 13th August 1978, my father came for dinner…

‘A lovely supper and a look into the dark past of my future wife’

Note there is no exclamation mark at the end of his sentence. I wonder what Liz showed him! Dark past indeed! I spent ages pouring over the pages in this book on Saturday evening, picking out the handwriting I recognised and reading all the comments. Such a precious piece of family history.

As much as I adore the Internet and the wonder that is social networking I can’t help but worry that we’re loosing the art of writing things down. How will my children know their past? A facebook status or a tweet doesn’t last forever does it?

Does your family history excite you as much as mine does me? Any family love stories you care to share?

Loveaudrey xxx

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