There is a bundle of correspondence from 1958 in which Leonard, Don and Geoff (Alec’s father and uncles) are trying to resolve the issue of where their mother, Emily, should live. At this point Emily is approaching her 86th birthday, and has clearly been shuttling around from one son to another, a month at a time, probably for several years. That this isn’t by any stretch of the imagination a viable arrangement becomes obvious when Geoff, the youngest – clearly at the end of his tether – proposes sending Emily to live in residential care.
The file (all three brothers, and Alec, were great makers of notes and keepers of records, hence the amount of paper they left behind) begins with a handwritten letter to Geoff from Mrs Searle at Fort Villa, Butts Road, Heavitree, Exeter, dated 30 October 1958. Unusually for the time, it has been ‘photostatted‘ – the company was not yet the Xerox Corporation! – and the resulting print is bluey-black on very heavy grade 8″ x 10″ (American size) yellowish paper.
Dear Sir
Please excuse the delay in answering your letter but I have been in hospital prior to having my baby and your letter was mislaced [sic]. I was going to write to you c/o The Station-Master, Paddington Station as Mr Elston (the [illegible]*) thought this was the best way of contacting you. Then yesterday I found your letter with a gas receipt. I am able to tell you that I have a vacancy from Monday next if you care to accept it for your mother. I remember her very well, and she used to be very fond of my eldest son now [illegible]**. The room I have the vacancy in is the drawing room of Fort Villa (I don’t know if you know the house), it is very pleasant and if possible your mother could easily be walked in the garden (weather permitting). It is a double room but large and airy and if she doesn’t like the idea of sharing would move her to a smaller single room when a vacancy occurs. My fees are 6 gn per week***. The Rev. Powell Price visits here regularly and gives my old people communion if and when they want it. You may come to see the room at your convenience after Sat-Sun of this week and if your mother comes I will do all in my power to make her happy and encourage people I know she knew to visit her.
My regards to your wife and family,
Yours faithfully
Doris Searle
P.S. If you have arranged for your mother elsewhere would you be kind enough to let me know by return. Thank you.
*This word could be either ‘Groom’ or ‘Grocer’, either one of which seems odd. I suspect this is a mystery that may never be solved.
**The same goes for this. It might say ’24yr’ or ’24mn’ or virtually anything in between. There is nothing inherently impossible about Mrs Searle having a son of 24 and yet be planning for another baby – she wouldn’t need to be much more than forty years old, after all, and ‘menopause babies‘ often occur when women’s periods start to become erratic. But it feels indelicate to speculate further about this; Mrs Searle could still be alive, after all.
***6 guineas in 1958 would be roughly £145 now, so you’re looking at a little under £600 per month – albeit sharing a room, and with no (mentioned) specialist nursing services. By the time Alec’s widow, June, required residential care fifty years later the charge would be four times as much – a calculation which will be relevant later in the correspondence.
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