It has been over a year since I posted anything on the website. The reasons for this, apart from the obvious lack of will, have ranged from the death of my mother, to moving from the home we had occupied for over thirty years and finding somewhere else to live, to the surge in interest that the Elizabeth Goudge Facebook group has generated, which has led me to wonder if the web site was an outmoded way of sharing our love and appreciation of Elizabeth Goudge’s work.
I still receive the occasional comment to respond to, but they are getting fewer. Perhaps a blog would be a better format? It has been 15 years since I first started the web site at the prompting of Sylvia Gower, who had worked tirelessly to get the Blue Plaque erected on Rose Cottage and then felt that she wanted to pass the baton of web sites and the future of keeping the flame of Elizabeth’s genius alive into younger hands.
Yesterday a friend came to visit, her first since we moved, and she, like me, loves books and the stories they tell. Not only those between the pages, in the typeset, but the tale of the book itself. She picked out from my shelves a couple of Elizabeth’s books, and a package containing three pamphlets she had written as greeting cards to peruse. A letter fell out. It was from the poet Anne Lewis-Smith who had for a while been a neighbour of Elizabeth’s on Dog Lane. Elizabeth venerated poets, not realising that her own work was highly poetic in nature. Anne Lewis-Smith left “Primrose Cottage” in 1980, moving to Pembrokeshire. She was kind enough to send me a letter that Elizabeth had sent her as it contained some of her thoughts on poetry. Anne Lewis Smith was just one of the poets Elizabeth knew, Ruth Pitter being another. Here is a extract from one of Anne’s poems, The Window.
There she sat
Alone in a room,
By the window,
Looking out at a tree,
Alone with her sadness,
With her despair,
She watched the birds
All together in their nest
(Extract from The Window by Anne Lewis-Smith)
This could have been written about Elizabeth Goudge and her constant struggle with depression and lack of self-worth. Harriet at the window in The Rosemary Tree.
I think I should stop doubting myself and just continue to share my thoughts, stories and admiration for Elizabeth Goudge, her life and work. I hope some of you chose to accompany me.
I’ve just read your post on Facebook which led me to discover your new article.
I visited this website several times these last few months in the hope of a new post.
I think lots of people would be happy to have it going on.
It is interesting to share information and points of view about Elizabeth through different means which are complementary and always bring something new for those who want to know her better.
Thank you for the share of Anne Lewis Smith ‘s poem.
I’m sorry about your mother, and I wish you much joy and happiness in your new home.
As I’m no English speaker, I hope my language is correct.
Hope to hear from you again.
Thank you so much for your kind comment, your English is perfect. It makes me all the more keen to continue. Anne Lewis Smith was very kind to me and gave me encouragement to continue writing, as have you
Thank you for this website.
Thank you for your faithfulness.
Thank you Mary for your long term support, I value your input and kind words
Facebook can be stressful, so I am glad you are still keeping up the website.
I agree, plus I enjoy writing thank you
I just picked up Pilgrim’s Inn to reread it, again! And wanted to refresh my memory on the lovely Ms. Gougde and I came upon your website.
Thank you for keeping it going. It isn’t an easy task.
Thank you for visiting the site. I will be posting again soon. It’s a constant joy to be in contact with so many like-minded people