The Country Child
Illustrated by C F Tunnicliffe
Puffin Books 1981 (1931)
Alison Uttley, author of the Little Grey Rabbit picture books, was more than just a writer of sweet (some might say ‘twee’) tales of anthropomorphised animals for children. As well as a celebrated novel for older children A Traveller in Time she wrote a prolific number of non-fiction titles, as a glance at a list of her publications shows. Halfway between fiction and autobiography is The Country Child, which is in effect a true depiction of the author’s childhood but with the names changed.
Alison was born Alice Jane Taylor, daughter of Henry and Hannah, at Castle Top Farm near Cromford in Derbyshire, overlooking the Derwent Valley. Here she lived until, having secured a scholarship, she went to Manchester University to read physics, graduating with honours in 1906. In this book Castle Top Farm is lightly disguised as Windystone Hall, dating from Tudor times. The protagonist is Susan Garland, daughter of Tom and Margaret, and we largely see life at the farm through her eyes, growing up in the early 1890s. She struggles with imaginary creatures in the woods on her return home from school; worries that her doll contravenes the First Commandment; gets teased at school; interacts with farm hands and visitors; and has The Arabian Nights confiscated when she clandestinely reads it in bed. But we get to see the bigger picture as well.
The Country Child follows a year in the life of the farm, from September — when Susan goes to the village school aged seven (Alison herself was born in 1884) — through Christmas, Easter and harvest and on to Wakes week, not long before the end of the summer holidays and the beginning of the next school year. Not much happens in the way of plot but Uttley’s story vividly brings the day-to-day, season-to-season activities and moods of a late Victorian uplands farm alive for the reader.
As a city boy experiencing country life only in the last ten years it brought home to me how much and yet how little that life has changed in over a century. Yes, the work is more mechanised — tractors and quad bikes now for example where horse, cart, wagon and Shank’s pony used to be the norm — and farms are now more likely to be treated as agribusinesses rather than a vocation or inherited responsibility. But the vagaries of weather, livestock, supply chains and the rest are still constants in the effort of making a living from the soil. And for many farmers, as was the case for Tom Garland, there is an emotional attachment to the land, its creatures and the labourers in the fields and house, and that sentiment is clearly there for the author too: regardless of the fact that she went on to be a physics teacher and subsequently a writer, her love for the Derbyshire hills of her childhood remained with her till her death in 1976.
This is a book to be savoured and not hurried: it would have meant little to the younger, impatient me. I could manage only one chapter, two at most, at a time, meaning it took a while to complete this.* What strikes me most is the sheer poetry of the descriptions: every page has at least one passage over which I had to linger, the more to enjoy the moment. The closing paragraphs of the twenty-first and final chapter illustrates this well, as Susan, her mother and Becky the maid return from the Wakes fair.
“Like a lighthouse on an island, they saw the farm shining down on them, with its lamp among the planets. Susan walked with her head in the air watching the light and the mass of chimneys which stood out against a cluster of stars.
Everything seemed to move. The chimney-stacks swept across the Great Bear, the Pleiades were entangled in the elm’s boughs, a shooting star fell with a trail of gold, the trees dropped lower and lower as they climbed above them.
Windystone floated in the air.
‘It’s all moving,’ whispered Susan, ‘moving on and on,’ and she felt as if wings were behind her which would carry her away, too.”
The mid-August Perseid meteor showers, the dark star-spangled skies away from the artificial lights of towns and cities, the feeling of wanting to float off into the vastness of the universe, Uttley has caught all this well, and it’s as true now as it was then, and before then and will be after now.
A poll of visitors to the Alison Uttley Society’s website at present indicates that, out of seventy-seven respondents, The Country Child was the most popular book with just over a third voting for it, followed by the Little Grey Rabbit Stories and A Traveller in Time. Most editions after 1945 of The Country Child are enhanced by the illustrations of Charles Tunnicliffe, and though author and artist never met Tunnicliffe reportedly did his homework, providing faithful reproductions of the farm and neighbourhood. The illustrations utterly complement Uttley’s words, but even without them the book is one which twinkles in the firmament, a literary Pleiades.
* The glue of pages of the Puffin edition I read had deteriorated so much that many pages were working loose, and it wasn’t till I got to the middle of the book that I found a whole two chapters and a bit had disappeared. Luckily Julia Lee‘s excellent review of The Country Child has pointed out a recent Jane Nissen edition of The Country Child complete with illustrations, and I’ll soon be able to catch up on those missing chunks.
18 thoughts on “To savour, not hurry”
I really want to read this but it’s not so easy to find over here. There is also a Folio Society edition available (out of print, but you can find it on the secondary market quite often — more easily in the UK!)
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It might be available on Kindle;
the Jane Nissen edition is published in the UK but you should be able to order from North America (the foot of the publisher’s current homepage http://www.janenissenbooks.co.uk/ even features Uttley’s A Traveller in Time as a Best Seller!);
and the original was published by Faber, which you might be able to get secondhand!
From your description it does sound worth seeking out. I love the Jane Nissen imprint, some great books there.
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I particularly like the editions of T H White’s ‘Miss Masham’s Repose’ (reread and review in the near future I hope) and Arthur Ransome’s ‘Old Peter’s Russian Tales’ (still to finish) — the uniform size –large but manageable — and legible format make them a joy to handle and read.
I have a Puffin edition with the same cover, and I don’t think I have any pages missing, thankfully! I really enjoyed this when I read it a few years ago – it seemed rather a hard life, and I remember feeling a bit sorry for (is it?) Becky, their hired girl. I agree that it is very evocative and poetic.
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Yes it was certainly a hard life (especially for Becky) which while unremitting was also rewarding. Mind you, it’s hard even now. Here in the Welsh hills sheep farmers still have their work cut out, especially in the depths of winter and in the lambing season, and working farmers generally seem to take few holidays — that is, if they can get relief — and their children don’t always want to take on the responsibility when they’re of an age.
Oh Chris! Thank you for this lovely post! I am right in the middle of this very book now and I can’t, put it down and I don’t want to finish it! Although I have! What a dilemma! The amazing thing for me about reading ‘The Country Child’ for the first time, just this last half fortnight…. …I now realise I went to Windystone Hall as a child! Listening to the chiming clock, walking in the dark wood, there with the moon and making him stop and start moving in step….. Oh my goodness!….. There is so much Little Grey Rabbit and Hare and Squirrel in ‘The Country Child’ I was home! The silent snow is there; all the descriptions and warmth of ‘Little Grey Rabbit’s Christmas’ that knocked me over when I was a kid is all there. Everything! Christmas presents, opening them, the voices……
Although I am reading her Alison Uttley’s Diaries (1932-1971) [edited by Denis Judd]; as a very intriguing, revealing and surprising background read….. I think am now forced to read …. ‘Uncle Tom’s Cabin’-the book that was a bit of a zinger for Alison ( as Susan) [see page 122, for clues. The bit about Miss Dickory Ch XII].
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So jealous of your visit to Windystone Hall aka Castle Top Farm. According to the Alison Uttley site guestbook it has recently had a new owner, knowledgeable and sympathetic to the site and its associations, who is slowly repairing and restoring the buildings.
I’m also impressed at the synchronicity of your reading this and the Diaries, Gill. I need now to read the LGR books with my grandparent hat off, and look out for the other non-fiction books she wrote.
Hi Chris, Some of her books are out of print but most are available second hand, so I am on a mission to find them all and read the lot! Not just feel the paper! It looks I may be putting up a new shelf soon !…. Sigh.
And here’s me doing a final boxing of unread and never-to-be read books for collection by the Red Cross…
I love A Traveller In Time by Alison Uttley too since childhood I’ve regularly reread it. Also found an old edition of When All is Done by her in Oxfam. Beautiful story about the life of an old ancient country house. It’s first page describes the house as a living thing, ancient and formed by the people who built it, lived in it, loved it. Beautiful story you should like too I think. “The house was part of the earth, rock, and wood and stone flagged passages and floors, a living tissue, born, growing, harmonious in beauty, embracing the lives of all who had lived there so that it had become immortal. Even in decay, in death, it would live everlasting, for it’s spirit was of eternity. The consciousness of other generations was in it, their happiness, their sorrows were in the air, they had lived and loved in the rooms, they had suffered and died..” Very lovely descriptions of the surroundings too.
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When All is Done sounds a must, Sam, now that you’ve alerted me: maybe I’ll search more diligently in the Oxfam bookshops I visit. Glad to find another reader under AU’s spell!
Happened on this post after a reminder of the beauty of Alison Uttley’s writing. (On Twitter of all places!) You captured the essence of the story. My mother used to read it to me as a bedtime story, I loved it.
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It’s sublime, just takes you out of time in a way that many memoirs and historical novels don’t or can’t. Glad you enjoyed this evocation!
I just happened across your pages after googling Alison Uttley, which I frequently do just in case there’s anything I haven’t already seen.
Over 55 years ago, as a child, my class at junior school read The Country Child. We were each supplied with an old musty smelling copy of the book which at the time I didn’t appreciate ! Nor, as a child, could I really engage with it. Then I discovered a book some 30 years ago, called Country World – a compilation taken from several of Alison’s books. It is my most treasured book. I dip into it over and over again, especially when I need peace of mind and an escape to the long lost world that she describes so exquisitely. She had a way with words that is totally unmatched. My favourite chapter in there is the Snow Baby.
I now have other treasures – The Button Box and Ambush Of Young Days (I love that title) are recent aquisitions, yet to be read.
I am reading the book Country Hoard at the moment and love the chapter ‘Sledging’. Such beautiful nostalgic passages that touch my heart and I linger long and savour those lovely words and images. And the mustiness of these old books takes me right back to my own childhood and that first discovery at school of the Country Child. I had to become a soppy old grown up before I really appreciated the writing that captures the precious long lost moments of once upon a time.
Thank you Alison Uttley for your delightful books that enrich my life.
And thank you Calmgrove (Chris ?) for the very nice piece you wrote above and all who have commented here.
Hi, Maxine, thanks for commenting and sharing your memories. I agree that maybe it’s we ‘soppy old grown-ups’ who most appreciate Uttley’s writing in The Country Child, for the language, the pacing, maybe the nostalgia or yearning for a way of life no longer available in this mechanised busy world of ours. Other than this, her A Traveller in Time and some of her Little Grey Rabbit books I’ve yet to read her other writing, but hopefully sometime I will.
Anyway, I’m pleased you liked my appreciation as much as the other commenters here. Good luck in your search for more references to this lovely author! Chris.
Thank you, Chris, for your very nice reply.
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