I’m sorry not to have been blogging much from the damp lands, but with a combination of spotty internet connections, time spent visiting with family and friends, and time just relaxing, I have not been able to blog as much as I would like.
One of the maddening things about England is the traffic, the delays and the congestion of living on a small island with too many people on it–all of whom wish to go somewhere.
One of the nice things though, that goes with everything and everyone being so close together is that you bump into bits and pieces and people connected with England and English literature. We’re just off to visit Bateman’s–the home of Rudyard Kipling–but here are some other connections made in my short visit: staying at the HQ of St Barnabas Society–a Catholic charity that once owned Top Meadow–the home of Chesterton. Still in the society headquarters are many books from Top Meadow, paintings of Chesterton and a splendid bust of the great man. Snooping through the books on the bookshelves I cam across a letter from Laura Waugh–the wife of Evelyn–written in thanks to the correspondent who had written sharing his condolences on Waugh’s death. Before the wedding we went into Wantage to get a sandwich and was reminded that John Betjeman had lived there for many years. Touring around Oxford was full of literary connections: Merton College where T.S.Eliot studied, Magdalen where C.S.Lewis was tutor, the university Church where Lewis preached his famous sermon Weight of Glory and where Bl. John Henry Newman was Vicar, Oriel College where Newman was a fellow, the Bird and Baby where the Inklings inkled.
On the other hand. I’m not doing too badly living in Greenville, South Carolina–which is Flannery O’Connor country, and knowing the Trufants from camp who are from Louisiana and who’s grandma used to go to Mass with Walker Percy…