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In this rich rare book— which John Updike of an Epub #223 called exuisite— forty nine men and women— a blacksmith and a bellringer to the local vet and a g. Before Village was appropriated into an idyll it was a real place with real people and real jobs This book is about such a place It is a kind of oral history of a mid 20th Century English village mostly in the words of people not inclined to talk And it is splendidLEONARD THOMPSON 71 Farm worker Our cottage was nearly empty except for peopleTHE BRIGADIER rtd on the church going to pot What you need is the padre type somebody who will have a drink with you in the bar and who has the right to say to you Now look here old boy You've been grizzling away about your Ethel and her short comings but do you ever think about how she feels being left alone all the evening while you are lining them up here I mean fair's fair THE REV GETHYN OWEN 63 Rural Dean Religion has a lot to do with where their families and ancestors are buriedROBERT PALGRAVE 55 Bellringer and Tower Captain The bells tolled for death when I was a boy It was three times three for a man and three times two for a woman People would look up and say Hullo a death Then the years of the dead person's age would be tolled and if the bell went on speaking seventy one seventy two people would say Well they had a good innings But when the bell stopped at eighteen or twenty a hush would come over the fields I remember this well in my own villageDAVID COLLYER 29 Forester and Labour Party Organizer Although I do not like towns I think they are necessary when one is young A town boy can drift into an art gallery if it is only to get warm and then see a picture and then begin to feel and think about art Or he might go to a concert just to see what it was like or hang around a big public library From the minute he does these things he begins to be a different person even if he doesn't realize it For an ordinary village boy everything to do with these things is somehow unnatural The village people live almost entirely without culture I was over twenty before I realized that classical music was just music and therefore all one had to do was listen to it I listened and at first believed I had no right to listen I felt affected But when I began to enjoy it I stopped worrying Everything I do begins with doubt and insecurity It is as though I am using a language which I haven't a right to useCHRISTOPHER FALCONER 39 Gardener The boy under gardeners had to help arrange the flowers in the house These were done every day We had to creep in early in the morning before breakfast and replace the great banks of flowers in the main rooms Lordship and Ladyship must never hear or see you doing it; fresh flowers had to just be there that was all there was to it There was never a dead flower It was as if flowers for them lived for ever It was part of the magic of their livesFRANCIS LAMBERT 25 Forge worker Young men should always look for work which interests them no matter how long it takes them to find it No man should go in at morning to wait for the clock at night And people who want the money without the work spoil everythingERNIE BOWERS 55 Thatcher I get up at half past five of a morning I work many hours I get tired but I will be all right I suppose There are all these great boys in the house they keep you lively But you can't get into a conversation with a young person as you could years ago They just haven't got the interest They don't want our kind of talk They're all strangers all strangersYou don't make much money if you work with your hands You can't make the turnover But I have no regrets working so slowly I began in a world without timeMRS SULLIVAN 55 Headmistress You could if you weren't careful become attached to the children in a school like this Sentimental But you don't if you're wise They must do what they are here to do Learn enough by eleven so that they are able to go on learning when they leaveMICHAEL POOLE 37 Orchard Worker He is simple people will say I went to work on the fruit when I was fourteen I never minded it I got my money and that was the main thing I grew my money grew It was nice to have itSummer was the best You'd get the women come and give you a look You'd torment them and they'd torment you There used to be a regular procession of old girls who'd bike up from Framlingham for the picking When I was sixteen one of these old girls came up to me in the orchard and said Let me see your watchI didn't answerAren't you going to let me see your watch thenI said nothing Anyway she could see my watch; it was lying on my waistcoat under the apple treeI shall take it she saysTake it thenI reckon you want me to take itI can see you're bent on it I said so you may as wellSo she took it for devilry It was on a chain and she hung it round her fat neck the whole live long afternoon I wouldn't let her see it worried me She'd walk by and shout Come and get itI said nothing She brought it to me about five before she set off home She put it over my head like a necklace and said There you are you young buggerI wouldn't speak to herThe next morning along she comes straight to where I'm about to start Her arms were stuck out full length and she was all smiles She got her mouth on my face and my God she must have thought it was her breakfast or somethingI pushed at her I said Don't Look out he's coming He was too Old Fletcher the foreman She broke away but back she arrived later when I was lying on the scythings eating my bait It was long grass all aroundDon't fret says sheI said nothingThe coast is clear she says and comes down on me like a ton of bricks I couldn't see nothing but grass There was such a rocking I couldn't tell whether I was babe or manAt tea time the women went rushing home with their aprons full of apples shrieking you can be sure They shruck a bit when they saw me and a couple of them rang their bike bells My old woman shouted Don't torment him He's like his old watch not so bad when he's wound up Laugh You should have heard themIt was my first timeChrist that was a summer and no mistakeMARIAN CATER EDWARDS 50 Samaritan I'm fond of the old widowed men who sit uietly in their houses Most of them aren't so much wanting food or whatever as for a talk I feel so guilty I chat my way through a uick cup of tea and they've got a look on their dear old faces like Bessie here just longing for you to go on and on I skip the groaners It really does take it out of you to be groaned and moaned at I like the ones who say Well that's lifeTERRY LLOYD 21 Pig farmer I have dinner at twelve do all kinds of jobs until half past four then it's feeding again I have tea at six and at eleven just before I tuck in myself I have a walk round to see if everybody is cosy Pigs are funny an

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Akenfield Portrait of an English VillageVolume paints a vivd picture of a community in which the vast changes of the twentieth century are matched by deep continuities of history tradition and natur. Interesting to re read this book decades after I first bought a secondhand copy My how things have changed in the UK Or rather they've gone full circle Published in 1968 when factory farming was the up and coming thing and battery hens were the norm chemicals were fine to spread on the plants that fed us and industry was on the up as well Look again in 2020 and it's all farm shops and local produce and organic farming ie back to the old ways Not to mention knitting vests for rescued battery hens The vet in this book actually seems in favour of de beaking for battery hens Cruel Well yes he admits it but it's all down to food production or what my gran would have called the Great God Mammon Blythe falsified the names of his villages and the people in the interests of anonymity but one wonders how much else he pulled out of thin air as well since disguising oral history can easily lead to fiction as many other authors attest And how interesting that nearly all of them seem to speak with the same voice He speaks of classism without apparently realising he is guilty of it himself; none of the upper class people such as the lady magistrate are physically described but oh the snobbery in his language when he describes the lower castes such as the 14 year old lover of a farm worker or the grandmother and her incontinent granddaughter An interesting look at England on the cusp I wonder what he'd think of today

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FREE DOWNLOAD Û Akenfield Portrait of an English Village Ä [Ebook] ➩ Akenfield Portrait of an English Village By Ronald Blythe – In this rich rare book— which John Updike called exuisite— forty nine men and women— a blacksmith and a bellringer to the local vet and a gravedigger— speak to usRavedigger— speak to us directly in honest and evocative monologues of their works and days in the rural country of Suffolk Composed in the late 's Blythe's. Their voices jump from the past into the presentAnthropology grabbed me early and it has never let go Why do people behave so differently from one another Why are they so similar too What would I have been if I had been born in Afghanistan instead of in Boston What would my life have looked like if I were an Australian Aborigine Why would I think what I think These and a myriad other uestions intrigue me like no others Orhan Pamuk the Turkish novelist often strikes the theme of I want to be somebody else therefore I am This resonates very well with me Finally though you can only be whatever you are Travelling working abroad making friends among different peoples these help you answer some of those uestions but only in part Reading ethnographies village studies autobiographies or novels can also provide some answers When such books are excellent you plunge into somebody else's world and emerge changed you have almost known what it is to be somebody else When those books are about lives that began many decades before yours you open a corridor to the past as well Ronald Blythe's AKENFIELD is one of the best ethnographies that I have ever read and I have read a lot It certainly does not fit the academic mold and perhaps never figured in many anthropology course reading lists More's the pity Blythe from East Anglia in England wrote this beautiful penetrating study of an East Anglia village in the 1960s It is constructed almost entirely as narratives by the inhabitants ranging from WW I veterans to housewives young farm laborers to schoolteachers Bellringers blacksmiths and the vet the list of characters is comprehensive Blythe gives description when needed and added a short almost lyrical introduction but has worked the interviews into a seamless whole Arguments could be made that AKENFIELD is social history than anthropology but this is a barren field to sow As the years go by all anthropology turns into social history as the world changes and leaves memories of what used to be I would say that this book is one of the handful that inspired me to write anthropology that encouraged me to avoid the jargon strewn wastelands of academic strivings I have never been able to reach the heights of AKENFIELD but it stayed with me for thirty years Who could give this book enough stars