Friday: We arrived Friday afternoon and set up camp opposite
the entrance which was an ideal spot for us as visitors would see
us first. Then we waited for the elusive Malachi to join
us…and we waited some more until he finally turned up about three
hours late. His griping about his convoluted journey, life and the
universe was suddenly ended as his chair gave way and he rolled
backwards through our barrier…well, it made us larf!!
Saturday: We woke up to a very nice sunny morning and while
we prepared the museum, Malachi brewed some coffee. It was
not until I took my first gulp of this vile, muddy and mostly tasteless
brew that Malachi told me that he had had the grounds at home for
some time - about two years he finally admitted, rather sheepishly
– don’t bother applying for that barista job old chap!
I found an excellent spot to set up Esme, the Peruvian mummy.
With her head resting on the sign for a Cedar
of Lebanon she reposed with some of her newly made grave
goods, which include spindle whorls and a llama amulet. This has
been an ongoing project for some time and brings Esme up to date
with what I had always wanted for her. I have also included a sample
(or khipu) which is the Inca record keeping system. Aside
from the fact that I am mostly numerically dyslexic, I find quipu
interesting and make great art displays when fanned out. Later I
met a lady from Uruguay who recognised this item…see, it’s
always worth making totally obscure exhibits!
Malachi set up and told various tall tales that he referred
to by a variety of titles until I settled the matter by suggesting
Malachi’s Myths for consistency! One of the stories he told
referred to two ladies who took pistols to each other over some
matter or other. Actually, this is a historical reference to an
event in 1792 when a Mrs
insulted Lady Braddock; pistols and swords settled the
matter in Hyde Park with Mrs Elphinstone being lightly wounded
We were set up next to Jane and John Walton, which
meant that we didn’t have to travel too far for delicious fresh
ice cream. This year, Jane experimented with a different flavour
– marmalade. I love the strawberry but there was something about
that marmalade that really grabbed me, it is awesome!
Howard approached me to join in the Rotten
Borough Politics Campaign scenario. This was to illustrate
how easy it was to get votes if you had money, influence and no
scruples in the 1830s. This, of course, limited voting to rich men.
So at 15:00 Prof Leonidas C Grymm entered politics. I hadn’t
a clue what I was going to talk about so I grabbed the furry trout
and hoped for the best! My campaign for ‘The Rivers of Life Party’
was a form of eco-lunacy that promised food, clothing and homes
all from the Canadian Fur Bearing Trout! I was up against
Abs, who proposed building a giant ship made of coal that
would out do Brunnel because it had its own fuel and Paul
who promised mansions for all people, whatever their class and doled
out a lot of money for votes. While I may have lost dismally, I
beat the Votes for Women which were ignored by all. I would
do better tomorrow…
Sunday: It rained heavily during the night, always a bad
thing for us as it limits what we can do during the day and, of
course, there is the issue of packing wet canvas. It was, however,
a lovely morning so once breakfast was over we set up and waited
for our keen visitors. We were once again very busy.
While a lady was talking to Cassandra, I noticed that she
was wearing a sash and asked her what the colours meant. They were
of course the green, white and violet of the Suffragettes;
I have become so used to the code woven, worn or embroidered into
Cassandra’s clothing that something as obvious as a sash totally
bypassed my neurons! Cassandra even has a smoking cap with the code
in it! While discussing this last item we realised that since you
can’t smoke anywhere any more Jane could call them E-Smoking
It’s been awhile since I reported a daft or strange observation
by visitors but here is a good one: One visitor said that Victorian
women had lower ribs removed in order to get that waspish waist.
Regardless of class, a Victorian woman’s life was hard enough without
death-dealing cosmetic surgery thrown into the equation.
In the afternoon I returned to politics; having looked into the
uses of fur bearing trout more closely I proposed that we breed
giant trout in order to not only clothe and feed the working class
but also house them using the bones for building materials. Along
with saving the British population nutritionally, I would draft
a bill for the Royal Navy to use Grymm’s patented giant trout to
sail/swim across the Atlantic and reclaim our American colonies.
It was a Fish for the Future! This last bit got me a good
cheer and enough votes for 2nd place! And so ended a great event.
We would like to extend our thanks once again to John and
Jane for their hospitality…and ice cream.
This is Prof Grymm reminding you to vote for Rivers
of Life Party and A Fish for the Future!