This is VICTORIA STREET, Eastwood, DERBYSHIRE, It was the home of D. H. Lawrence he grew up here as a child and was the son of a Miner. He wrote many books and painted many paintings. Hope you like this short part of his life. Please View Large.
Loving seeing this - the piano, the scullery etc! Made me investigate Mr Lawrence! I do feel he wasn't too enthusiastic about women but this is a nice one relating to the piano:
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
to the old Sunday evenings at home, with the winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.
@maggiemae WOW very good Maggie, I afraid to say I have never picked one of his books up, but the day we had at the house was amazing, we only live 10 minutes away but have never been in, we loved all the old things, Mangle, Dolly Tub, Fire Place In The Kitchen. Thanks for the visit Maggie
@tonydebont Thank you Tony, All the washing was done on Mondays and the girls in the house never went to school that day so they could help with the washing.
Wonderful collage, Tony. It is so interesting to see all of the different things in the house. What a gorgeous piano. It certainly would have been very different to live back then, eh.
@yonnie Thank you very much Yvonn, It was very interesting I took a lot of photo's one was of an old tin bath that his father would have his bath in when he came home from the mine. They did not always wash there backs because they thought it would weaken ones back. I wonder what the bed sheets looked like Yvonne.
Something about the wrought iron is complimented by your collage borders in black.......I've been looking at this for ages trying to work out exactly what it was drawing me in, each shot is taken from a great pov, and each is intriguing, but the fact you've arranged them like this brings them all together.....so that's why I fav'd it :)
So glad I saw this! Great photos and a super nice collage. It brought back memories of finding his books on my parent's bookshelves when I was young (too young) and of reading Lady Chatterley's Lover and the Alexandria Quartet. Not sure what my mother was doing but she wasn't supervising my reading, haha!
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
to the old Sunday evenings at home, with the winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.
Thank you all for your kind comments, it was lovely going back in time.