So you found the kitchen. The very place where my Mother, Polly, washed and peeled and sweated and hunched so the the privileged few who never ventured below stairs could grow fat on the produce my family could never afford in their wildest fantasies. One dinner they threw in the autumn of 25 could have kept the village of Lummerlea alive for two years if they hadn't already been dead!
How many miles of pastry would she have rolled on that table?
My Mother, Polly and Aunts Albania and Caen (Con) returned to Spadina House in 1927 when a new family bought the damp and abandoned home. The weather had already started to deteriorate the roof and ivies had taken hold of the walls. Little animals made their homes in the remaing furniture and the well was full of all sorts of tipped no-have-no mores. Locals stayed well clear of the place after night had fallen and those who did cut across the weed infested tennis courts after the sun had dipped swore they heard screams and strangled gurgles booming from deep within.
But then the St Veyetus family bought Spadina, rennovated it completely and advertised for staff. My Mother and Aunts were first to apply for their old positions and walked into the rooms they were to occupy for the rest of their lives
This was their room. They slept on the three pull out levels of that cupboard dresser type piece on the left. Caen was on the bottom drawer, Albania was in the middle and Mother on the top. She would roll off first thing in the morning walk across her sisters and poke the kitchen embers into life and make tea for the St Veyetus's.
And there you can see the one remaining item of clothing from my family's days in service. Caen's uniform
And what did they get for it?
Scalds! This is Abigail's scalding while making eldergoose preserve. She dropped the spoon in and was so absorbed in a radio serial she plunged her hand in just as the car was going over the cliff
Limb loss! My Mother's finger which went into the meat slicer. She later had it sewn back on but it didn't take
And the dreaded housemaids knee. This of Caen's left leg was taken by Dr Raj after only a week in service.
But there were happy times too
The three loved stocking the cupboards with provisions from Gaunts the Grocer
So when you next open the door of your gleaming dishwasher or tumble drier have the image of my dear Mother and Aunts bent double over this primitive stone sink, ankle deep in suds and grease and see them as their tears and skin flush away with their lost dreams.
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