Thursday, 9 October 2008

Sanderson of Oundle, my hero!

 























Frederick William Sanderson (1857-1922)



When I invited Richard Dawkins to give the inaugural Oundle Lecture in 2002 it seemed somehow natural for me to suggest that one of Oundle School’s best-known former pupils should take as his subject the school’s most famous headmaster F.W. Sanderson. After all, I’d recently taken on the post of Sanderson Fellow: it was obvious that Oxford University’s Simonyi Professor of the Public Understanding of Science would have approved of the great headmaster’s achievement in making Oundle pre-eminent in the teaching of science and technology among British schools in the late 19th and early 20 centuries.



It turned out that Professor Dawkins knew very little of Sanderson’s life. However he set to work by reading as much as he could about the great man, preparing for his lecture on 27 June, a charity event including a dinner which would benefit the Dian Fossey Gorilla Fund.




It was disconcerting shortly before the event to be told by the Bursar that I had made a serious error of judgement in my choice of inaugural speaker for the Oundle Lecture series. Some of the School’s Governors had apparently voiced their concerns, feeling no doubt that the man known as Britain’s best-known atheist might set the wrong kind of tone in a school which had just celebrated the installation of some noted stained glass windows in a chapel famous for its Piper windows.




They needn’t have worried. Professor Dawkins gave a wonderful lecture full of wit and passion. Clearly, Oundle’s greatest headmaster had made an impact. Indeed, he confessed to his audience that aspects of the great man’s life had moved him to tears. True, he used episodes of Sanderson’s life to attack one of his favourite targets, American creationists, but he also spoke about the stifling effects of exams, and the government obsession with measuring a school’s performance by them. 


He spoke in terms of which all Oundle School’s Governors would surely have approved, showing that Sanderson would have been “contemptuous of the pussyfooting, lawyer-driven fastidiousness of Health and Safety, and the accountant-driven league-tables that dominate modern education and actively encourage schools to put their own interests before those of their pupils.” He did however hint that Sanderson would today “have headed a large, mixed comprehensive.”




























The professor evidently enjoyed his return visit to Oundle, which included a meeting with Ashton naturalist Dame Miriam Rothschild, whom he escorted during a tour of the newly installed chapel windows.

And the Bursar and Governors were surely pleased to read, ten days later, a two-page newspaper article which Professor Dawkins wrote based on his lecture, even though it appeared in The Guardian rather than in The Daily Telegraph. You can read it online at http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2002/jul/06/schools.news


The article was used the following year in a chapter of Professor Dawkins’ book 'A Devil's Chaplain'.

Eighteen months before the lecture, I had written about F.W. Sanderson and the setting up of Oundle School’s Sanderson Trust with something of the same enthusiasm and hero-worship that had inspired Richard Dawkins. For me it will always be a great honour to have been associated with that extraordinary person, truly one of Britain’s great headmasters, through my appointment as the school’s third Sanderson Fellow for six years from 2001 to 2007.

The Sanderson Trust was set up in 1992 to commemorate the achievements of Oundle’s greatest innovator Frederick William Sanderson, marking the centenary of his appointment by the Grocers’ Company as Headmaster of the School.



 



















It was to Sanderson, during his time at Oundle from 1892 to 1922, that we owe many of the School’s best-known landmarks: the Workshops (1905), the Great Hall (1908) pictured here, the Science Block (1914), the Yarrow (1918), and the Chapel (1923), not counting the building of the boarding houses of Laxton, Crosby, Grafton and Sidney, and the opening of New House, Laundimer and Bramston.

A 20th century idealist

But more than on buildings, Sanderson’s fame rests on his whole approach to education and in his idealism: to make a school highly efficient, it was necessary to have a wide range of subjects in order for every individual’s imagination to be stimulated so that he might turn to learning to satisfy his craving for a rich and happy life: “We shall see what changes should come over schools. They must be built in a large and spacious manner, the classrooms being replaced by halls or galleries, in which the children can move in the midst of abundance, and do and make and research: not confined to a classroom. We shall see how much wider the range of the masters must be. We must have the crafts well represented, and a wide range of science, with workshops, scientific laboratories and gardens. Also several languages will be taught, and there would be a spacious library, an art room and a museum. The methods will change from learning in classrooms to researching in the galleries; from learning things of the past to searching into the future; competition giving place to co-operative work. And somewhere within the field of work each boy may find his own part, and so contribute to the creative life, and grow by doing it, and be ‘bitten’ with the desire to do, and gain in purpose, in determination, in self-determination, in confidence and outlook.”


Interestingly for today’s students of school league tables, Sanderson was dismissive in his attitude to tests and examinations. “Creative research work does not admit of orders of merit, nor can it be marked. No creative work can be subjected to the devastating attack of the red ink and blue pencil. Much of a boy’s work must be held sacred; it is his contribution to the common purpose. In course of time he will find where he has gone wrong and correct himself.”



Hostile Forces


Such ideas may seem the very stuff of common sense today. But the new Headmaster’s desire for change was far from being shared by his school when he arrived in 1892. “His very appointment was a condemnation of the school and the staff. He was appointed to reorganise, to innovate, and to put fresh life into a school which in most departments had sunk into a state of lethargy. He came to a school bristling with resistance, ready and anxious to see him fail.” And of course the Head was a scientist rather than a classicist, and a layman rather than a clergyman.

More seriously, Sanderson was not exactly a born communicator. “He was never a fluent preacher or speaker. He found words an obdurate medium to the end. He spoke in jerks and fragments, and his digressions were amazing digressions.”


“To us early Oundle Boys of the nineties Sanderson did not do himself full justice,” said a former pupil. “He did not explain himself - perhaps he could not explain himself - and, uninterpreted to the censorious young, many of his acts and pronouncements seemed fantastically wrong-headed.” There were further failings in the new Head in the view of his first pupils. “I know that we talked of him as ‘effeminate’, and credited him with a distaste for exercise and a liking for good living, chiefly because he had never been seen to play games and because he did not appear to be in ‘hard condition.’ It is an undeniable fact, I fear, that to command the full respect of the very young male a master must give some proof of physical prowess - or at least have some athletic legend attached to his name. It was even suggested that the Head was ‘not a public-school man and did not know what was what.’” In short, few headmasters can have been hated as thoroughly as Sanderson was.



A duty to the community


Certainly, neither Sanderson’s appearance nor his pronouncements would have endeared him to those who clung to an elitist view of society. Here he is addressing the Newcastle branch of the Rotary Club. “The system of education in the past has been based on training for leadership, i.e. for a master class, and its method has been a training of the faculties. But the sharply-defined line between the leaders and the led has been broken down. The whole mass of people has been aroused towards intellectual creative effort. The struggle going on in all communities and amongst all races is a struggle to grow and to have more of life.”


Being aware that the children of Oundle parents came largely from a privileged background did not prevent Sanderson from emphasising to his charges their common humanity. “Our real duty to our neighbours is to believe that others are of the same blood with ourselves and have the same feelings and loves and desires and needs and natural elementary rights,” wrote one of his prefects, summarising the Headmaster’s thoughts. “It is a hard duty,” wrote Sanderson himself, “and boys must be immersed in it at school. The outlook, values, and organisation of a school should be based on the fundamental fact of the community service. By habit of mind, and by the activity of the schools, boys should be imbued with this high duty. It means a reorganisation of methods and aims.”


A radical reformer?


“It is entirely misleading to call Sanderson a revolutionary,” claimed one of his biographers in 1923. “It was never his practice to pull down before he was ready to rebuild. All his reforms came gradually, each step tested and verified before venturing on the next. Every advance was carefully thought out, but he never stopped - untiring industry as well as bold imagination. It carried him much ahead of contemporary opinion. Men who did not see his patient experimental labour sometimes regarded him as an unpractical dreamer. Certainly he did indulge in dreams and would at times talk of them, but he also had an uncanny power of bringing them to reality - often only after years of reflection.”

In a world divided between the haves and the have-nots, Sanderson’s words have as much relevance as those of any of the great social reformers of our time. “There is the great pressing need of revolution in the laws and relationships in the social life. We may have visions of a regenerated social state, in which courtesy, justice, mercy, the spirit of the gentle knight, will show themselves in change of thought, of belief; we may have vision of communities guided by principles which we hope and believe rule in our great school. Care for the weak; clothing, feeding, housing, medical care for all; a crime to be poor, to be diseased, to be underfed; these regenerations controlled by the true and public spirit at the cost of the community. Laws for reform and redemption, and not for punishment. Each member of the state cared for, as it is our hope each boy of this school is. Great changes - essential to the well-being of a state, and to each member of it.”


Small wonder that H.G.Wells, the writer and visionary who also dreamed of a perfectly planned world in books such as The Work, Wealth and Happiness of Mankind (1932) had great admiration for him. “I think him beyond question the greatest man I have ever known with any degree of intimacy. He was in himself a very delightful mixture of subtlety and simplicity, generosity, adventurousness, imagination and steadfast purpose. I saw my own sons get an education there, better than I had ever dared hope for them in England. And all the educational possibilities that I had hitherto felt to be unattainable dreams or matters of speculation, I found being pushed far towards realisation by this bold, persistent, humorous and most capable man.”






















F.W. Sanderson leading pupils on a hike in the Lake District

The best-loved of Oundle’s headmasters


Sanderson’s triumph was that his goodness and determination came to impress not just the progressive and modernist thinkers of his time but the pupils and staff of the school which had at first been so hostile to him. “The legend of his essential greatness soon came to be so well established that trivialities were forgotten and ignored in the radiance that seemed more and more to surround him,” said a former pupil. “He won over the boys steadily. He conquered the new boys who came, and not only the new boys. he won over old boys who had spent their school-days in opposition, so that they came back to talk to him and to learn from him belatedly and with an ever-increasing respect.”





“The roll of English headmasters has many great names, but few Heads have been such beloved Heads as was Sanderson,” concludes the author of the centenary booklet published in honour of Oundle’s greatest headmaster in 1992. This is certainly something of an exaggeration. Sanderson had many faults: he was not a particularly good teacher, remaining often incoherent when trying to express his ideas; his rages remained legendary and he made many enemies in the course of his career. His wife had apparently even contemplated suicide in the difficult early days. Oundle itself as a school remained after his passing marked by many of the defects which characterised such institutions of the period. Yet it cannot be denied, as his most recent biographer Richard Palmer has written, that during Sanderson’s time, “an ailing provincial school became a viable and vibrant laboratory of learning, placed upon the national stage and capable of growth into the future.” 

The clearest proof of his success is the dramatic increase in the size of the school. In the year before Sanderson’s appointment in 1892, the number of pupils had declined to 104. His final year as Headmaster in 1922 saw the school roll standing at 536. Former pupil Cecil Lewis, First World War air ace, writer and founding-director of the BBC, recalled his time at Oundle enthusiastically: “Even as schoolboys, we all had the feeling of participating in quite a new attack on the principles of education. ‘Beans’, as the Head was affectionately called, was a rotund but vigorous man. His mortar-board squarely planted on his big head, his robes flying in the wind, he was everywhere, directing, encouraging, teaching and, it seems to me now, always succeeding by a wide tolerance and humanity. He overawed us, of course, but we did not fear him.”



His pupils clearly respected him as possibly the greatest idealist whom they were likely to meet in their lives. In the words of Arthur Mee, in the guidebook to Northamptonshire written as part of the series 'The King’s England', Sanderson believed that they “should leave school with a strong desire not merely to earn their livelihood but to reconstruct the world and put right its wrongs. He died as he had lived, expounding his faith and proving it to be practical, and his ideals and achievements stand before us. Oundle School is like a torch which he lit to shine down the corridors of time.”




The Sanderson Trustees must surely have believed that Oundle’s debt to Frederick William Sanderson is incalculable, and that his ideas have as much meaning for the 21st century as they did when they were first formulated. It was thanks to Sanderson that Oundle became known as a Science and Engineering School, and in recognition of this fact the Sanderson Trust’s chief purpose, from its inception in 1992, was the appointment of a Fellow, briefed with the task of furthering “in every possible way the opportunities open to Oundelians to understand the importance of industry to the prosperity of the nation.”




However, Sanderson was not merely a believer in the educative value of science and engineering. He also had an ethical ideal, as former Oundle pupil Raymond Flower has written. “He maintained that individual creativeness should go hand in hand with a spirit of cooperation. While wanting boys to concentrate on the things they did best, he believed that they should collaborate together rather than work individually, and thus bring into being this spirit of cooperation. What he disliked most in other schools was the competitive atmosphere. Rather than compete against each other, he felt that boys should be spurred by the feeling that their personal exertions were contributing to the communal effort.”




Oundle today offers an ever-widening range of such non-competitive extra-curricular activities of which Sanderson would have approved. In the most successful of these, boys and girls should, as recent Oundle headmaster Dr Ralph Townsend put it, with “language and number skills, consideration of social and ethical issues, and use of technology, form a coherent approach to and preparation for a good and useful life in service to the community and nation, in short connecting the practical with the aesthetic, the imaginative and the ethical.”




Sadly, for reasons best known to the Bursar, the Sanderson Trust was disbanded after ten years. The concept and the title of the Sanderson Fellow survived, however, and I shall always be grateful to Dr Ralph Townsend for inviting me to take on the post in 2001 after my 26 years of teaching in the Modern Languages Department. Among my tasks, as I saw it, was the work of making Oundle pupils aware of the heritage that they enjoy thanks to F.W. Sanderson’s efforts on their behalf more than a century ago. To keep pace with the range of such activities I was allowed to operate on a broad basis, arranging training, study and work experience for pupils and staff in areas such as high-tech industry, e-commerce and general business, as well as in manufacturing industry. Close liaison with the Oundle Foundation, the Old Oundelian Club, the Careers Service and the local community was also a necessary part of my function in encouraging pupils’ teamwork projects, particularly those which develop entrepreneurial skills in a philanthropic context. It was absorbing and profoundly satisfying work which has left me with warm memories of a very special school.






Further reading:

Sanderson of Oundle (1923)
H.G. Wells, The Story of a great Schoolmaster (1924)
Cecil Lewis, All my Yesterdays (1993)
Richard Dawkins, A Devil's Chaplain (2003)
Richard Palmer, Sanderson of Oundle: a new assessment (2006)
































Thursday, 2 October 2008

Oundle Entrepreneurs


When I was invited to become Oundle School's Sanderson Fellow I found myself helping to organise pupils' business ventures, among many other interesting tasks which took me out of the classroom for the last five years of my teaching career. Brilliant! No more reports, syllabus changes, exams etc. Instead I tried to teach common sense to a lot of very nice people, believing that the most important message education should provide is that anything is possible, and that we should all be aiming to make the world a better place.

Sounds a bit too simple really, but anyway, it was fun, and Oundle entrepreneurs never made a loss.

Retired now among the rhododendrons of Budleigh Salterton in East Devon, I find myself with loads of archive photos of those enjoyable moments provided by Oundle Young Enterprise, and later, Oundle Charity Venturers. The Oundle Entrepreneurs Facebook group at http://www.new.facebook.com/group.php?gid=36888182441 seemed a convenient place to dump them. If anyone in the photos, or anyone mentioned in the text, objects to being there, let me know and I'll take the appropriate action. If on the other hand you would like me to email a photo to you to show your grandchildren or for your personal scrapbook, get in touch. The quality of some of the photos is not 100% but most are fine.
Let me know at mr.downes@gmail.com if there are any mistakes or if you'd like to add stuff, or if you object violently to the whole thing, or whatever.

In many schools, under a Young Enterprise scheme or similar, thousands of students each year are given the opportunity of preparing for their working life in business by setting up and running their own company, supported by volunteer external advisers. They elect a board of directors from amongst their peers, raise share capital, and market and finance a product or service of their choice. At the end of the year they publish a report and accounts. The Young Enterprise scheme, running at Oundle since 1996, provided pupils with a practical understanding of marketing, financial planning, personnel management and many other skills associated with the day-to-day running of a small business. Hundreds of pupils have benefited from the experience.

Helped by company mascot Humpo the Camel, the 2000-2001 Oundle team and their company Horizon achieved success in the YE Company Competition, getting as far as the regional finals. In subsequent years Oundle companies have sold celebrity memorabilia, designer boxer shorts, CDs featuring the vocal talents of OO Peter Morton, fudge, calendars... The list goes on and on, and the projects have become more ambitious. Just look at the amazing 2007-8 Flying Camels Facebook group at http://www.new.facebook.com/group.php?gid=12403131035 for example. In 2003 it was decided that more emphasis should be placed on the philanthropic role of school enterprise companies. Accordingly, Lunar and ZigZag, the two companies of the year, operated under the umbrella title of Oundle Charity Venturers (OCV).

The following year, OCV expanded into three different companies, which each raised money for a charity of their choice. Cold Humps marketed soft black fleecy scarves emblazoned with a red camel to support the prestigious and worthwhile charity Merlin (the organisation supported by Daily Telegraph readers following the aftermath of the Tsunami disaster). OSOP (Oundle School Of Pop), teamed up with the Northamptonshire School of Flying to raise awareness and funds for disabled aviators by organizing a Valentine’s Charity Ball. Finally, the company Sweet Charity set itself the ambitious project of selling locally-made fudge presented in a specially designed tin illustrated with local landmarks, raising more than £5,000 for the Parkinson’s Disease Society.

Still organised along identical lines to Young Enterprise schemes, Oundle Charity Venturers (OCV) is a voluntary activity, and is now recognised as a branch of Community Action, taking place on a weekly basis every Thursday from 6.00 – 7.00 pm. It is mainly for L6th pupils, but other groups are not excluded. Places are limited: it is envisaged that about four companies comprising six team members will be formed. Each pupil is elected by the group to fill a post in the company, such as Managing Director, Finance Director, Secretary, Marketing Director etc. The activity helps to develop leadership and teamwork skills, and individuals may have certain qualities and skills which will fit them for a particular role, such as ICT ability, numeracy, imagination, or a gift for communication. The regular Thursday meetings are usually attended by adult advisers acting as volunteer workers for Young Enterprise. Two of them are Old Oundelians. Pupils are expected to run their businesses independently, but the advisers oversee the companies’ financial affairs, and generally help to ensure that meetings are conducted efficiently.

Sunday, 21 September 2008

A tragic heroine in a Norman hole


Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

For many years I had the enjoyable task of teaching Flaubert’s great 19th century novel Madame Bovary to sixth form pupils, supposedly because the syllabus required us to study a work of literature in the context of a particular region of France (or a French-speaking country). And what, after all, could be more regional than the setting of Flaubert’s masterpiece, the small and sleepy town of Yonville, set in deepest Normandy, where nothing happens and Emma Bovary, the heroine striving for higher things goes mad with frustration? Yet I always thought that Flaubert must be turning in his grave at the thought of us cataloguing all those regional characteristics that were supposed to prove to the A level examiner that Madame Bovary was the regional novel par excellence. It was, true enough, set in the green pastures of Normandy where the very names of characters like M. Tuvache, Mlle Leboeuf and even Emma Bovary herself echoed the habits of a cider-and calvados swigging, cheese-munching bunch of bovine rustics.

Flaubert may even have been inspired by the true story of the suicide of a doctor’s wife in a small Norman town, an event reported in the local press. But he uses his art to transcend reality, portraying characters who are universal and timeless in their appeal. We have all fantasised as Emma has, allowing our dreams and illusions to intrude into our lives, with sometimes catastrophic results. Emma’s case is more severe than most. A farmer’s daughter whose convent education and reading of trashy romances fill her head with fanciful notions, she dreams of marriage to a glamorous aristocrat. She finds herself wedded instead to a conscientious but dull country doctor, Charles, whose conversation is as “flat as a pavement”. Bored out of her mind, flattered by the attentions of the dashing but selfish local squire Rodolphe Boulanger, she allows herself to be seduced during a ride in the woods. Months of ecstasy follow, heightened for Emma by the excitement of having a secret lover. But abandoned by Rodolphe when things get serious after she threatens to run away with him, her consequent nervous breakdown leading to crazy spending sprees which bankrupt her husband, Emma rapidly descends into a spiral of self-destruction. A second adulterous liaison, this time with Leon, a younger toyboy lover, seems momentarily to satisfy her dreams, but again her demands prove too much. Abandoned by both Leon and Rodolphe, she commits the ultimate romantic gesture and dies in agony, poisoned by self-administered arsenic.

So this is sensationalist stuff, worthy of the juiciest tabloid with its mixture of illicit sex – the cab ride through Rouen scandalised contemporary readers – financial skulduggery, and graphically portrayed suicide – Flaubert apparently visited hospitals to gather details of the effects of arsenic poisoning. The government tried to ban the book. The author had upset the Establishment with his portrayal of a hypocritical bourgeoisie, and his supposed attack on religion: Yonville’s kindly but intellectually limited parish priest Bournisien is incapable of understanding the heroine’s tormented soul. For many readers, the final and deepest shock was to read of Emma the adulteress on her deathbed, kissing the body of Christ on the crucifix “more passionately than she had kissed any of her lovers”.

But for some, the portrait of Emma Bovary was a moving echo of real life’s tragedies and disappointments. She exists in thousands of villages in France, one elderly woman reader told Flaubert. One might therefore think that Flaubert was perhaps writing a feminist novel, exploring the plight of women imprisoned by convention.

This would be a mistake, limiting the book’s meaning in much the same way as seeing it as an archetypal regional novel. Just as Yonville represents Anytown, so Flaubert’s heroine is a universal figure, recognisable for the human aspirations and failings which mark all of us. “Madame Bovary, c’est moi,” Flaubert is supposed to have said. Emma’s journey through life, with its frantic contrasts between joy and despair, echoes the work of another great work of French literature dating from the same period, the poet Charles Baudelaire’s collection entitled Les Fleurs du Mal. Baudelaire, like Flaubert, shows us a world where humans try to find meaning and satisfaction in a harsh universe from which God is absent: drink, drugs, sex, and artistic activity are among the ways that we explore to help us find meaning in life, and in every case the taste of pleasure in such activities turns to ashes as we discover how they fail to provide the permanent joy, the ‘ideal’ for which we strive. Both Baudelaire’s and Flaubert’s works were condemned by the French government of the time. As recently as 1954 in the USA, Madame Bovary was on the blacklist of the National Organization of Decent Literature. And yet both Madame Bovary and Les Fleurs du Mal can be interpreted as works of spiritual exploration.

The Industrial Revolution, and in France the 1789 Revolution, had led many to see belief in God as a superstitious nonsense which had no place in a world dominated by Science and Progress. In Madame Bovary, the chemist Homais represents such a view, with his self-proclaimed atheism, his scorn of the Jesuits contrasting with his worship of Benjamin Franklin and Voltaire. His belief that Science, not miracles, will help the blind to see and the lame to walk again is an obvious mockery of Christianity. Yet Flaubert shows clearly in the novel, in the club-foot episode where an operation performed by Emma’s husband goes disastrously wrong, that Science cannot be trusted. Both Flaubert and Baudelaire reject the comfortable materialism of the 19th century as providing all the answers to life’s problems. Emma’s spending spree as she furnishes her house with the latest fashionable knick-knacks made possible by the Industrial Revolution is of only temporary emotional satisfaction. The end of the novel shows us Homais the chemist, and Bournisien the parish priest arguing grotesquely over Emma’s body, as one sprinkles holy water while the other sprinkles disinfectant around her deathbed. Flaubert refuses to take sides. Perhaps, he hints, only Emma has discovered the solution to problems such as the existence of God and the meaning of life about which Homais and Bournisien battle so stupidly.

The extract that I have chosen comes from the second part of the novel, where Emma Bovary is slowly beginning to feel the intense tedium of life as a country doctor’s wife. Leaning out of her window on a mild spring evening, she contemplates the pastoral scene of the water meadows outside Yonville:

On était au commencement d’avril, quand les primevères sont écloses; un vent tiède se roule sur les plates-bandes labourées, et les jardins, comme des femmes, semblent faire leur toilette pour les fêtes de l’été. Par les barreaux de la tonnelle et au delà tout alentour, on voyait la rivière dans la prairie, où elle dessinait sur l’herbe des sinuosités vagabondes. La vapeur du soir passait entre les peupliers sans feuilles, estompant leurs contours d’une teinte violette, plus pâle et plus transparente qu’une gaze subtile arrêtée sur leurs branchages. Au loin des bestiaux marchaient; on n’entendait ni leurs pas, ni leurs mugissements; et la cloche, sonant toujours, continuait dans les airs sa lamentation pacifique.

A ce tintement répété, la pensée de la jeune femme s’égarait dans ses vieux souvenirs de jeunesse et de pension. Elle se rappela les grands chandeliers, qui dépassaient sur l’autel les vases pleins de fleurs et le tabernacle à colonettes. Elle aurait voulu, comme autrefois, être encore confondue dans la longue ligne des voiles blancs, que marquaient de noir ca et là les capuchons raides des bonnes sœurs inclinées sur leur prie-Dieu; le Dimanche, à la messe, quand elle relevait sa tête, elle apercevait le doux visage de la Vierge, parmi les tourbillons bleuâtres de l’encens qui montait. Alors un attendrissement la saisit: elle se sentit molle et tout abandonee comme un duvet d’oiseau qui tournoie; et ce fut sans en avoir conscience qu’elle s’achemina vers l’église, disposée à n’importe quelle devotion, pourvu qu’elle y courbât son âme et que l’existence entière y disparût.”


"One evening as she was sitting at the open window looking at Lestiboudois, the beadle, who was cutting the hedge, she heard the Angelus ringing.

It was at the beginning of April, and the primroses were in bloom, a warm wind was blowing over the freshly turned beds, and the gardens, like the women, seemed to be adorning themselves for the high days of summer. Through the lattice-work of the summer-house and out and away beyond, you could see the little river threading its way through the green meadows in little wandering curves. The evening mist loitered, slowly drawn, among the leafless poplars, shading their outlines with a violet paler and more transparent than the frailest gauze entangled in their branches. In the far distance cattle were moving leisurely homeward, but they were too far off for their lowing to be heard, and, all the while, the bell went on ringing, ringing, burdening the wandering airs with its unvarying lament. The reiterated, rhythmic sound sent Emma's thoughts wandering among the memories of her young days, memories of her convent school. She remembered the tall candlesticks on the altar towering above the vases filled with flowers, and the tabernacle with its little columns. And a longing came over her to be back again, to make one in the long line of white veils, broken here and there by the stiff black hoods of the nuns, kneeling with bowed heads at their prie-Dieu. At Mass on Sundays, when she raised her head, she could see, amid the blue-grey clouds of incense, the meek and lovely countenance of the Virgin. Then something knocked at her heart, she felt all yielding and helpless like a downy feather from a bird's breast, eddying in the storm, and, half unconscious of her action, she began to make her way to the church, bent on some act of devotion, no matter what, if only she might drown her spirit therein and so become oblivious of the world about her."

The passage would seem to confirm Flaubert as a regional writer, with its depiction of the peaceful Norman countryside where cattle graze in an idyllic landscape. But Flaubert uses this real geographical setting to steer his reader on an interior journey, creating links between the outer and the inner worlds as we penetrate the dream-world of his heroine. Most of us have experienced a situation where a particular sound or smell, suddenly and unexpectedly encountered, can catch us off our guard and transport us into a lost universe, hidden deep within our subconscious. The novelist Marcel Proust famously does this in his book A la Recherche du Temps Perdu, where the tinkling of a spoon against a teacup, and the taste of a Madeleine cake take the middle-aged narrator back to his childhood. “Un homme qui dort tient en cercle autour de lui le fil des heures, l’ordre des années et des mondes” explains Proust.

Flaubert’s use of the imaginary world of sounds and sensations to transcend the boundaries of time and space is less well-known than Proust’s, but it deserves recognition if only because it was written half a century earlier. Emma, musing unhappily on her married state but still childlike in her innocence and experience, is suddenly transported in her mind back to an earlier time and place thanks to a tiny but significant sound. In her case, the distant calling of the Yonville church bell as it sounds the Angelus prayer, reawakens her memories of her convent education. The primroses of the springtime countryside call to mind an image of the flower-decked altar in her school chapel, while the violet mist over the water meadows of Yonville merges into the bluish smoke of incense during the service. The sight of the Yonville gardens, decked out in their finery and compared to an image of feminine beauty, lead Emma to rediscover her memories of the picture of the Virgin Mary.

Emma at this point in the novel is not yet the deceitful adulterous wife. She is a vulnerable, abandoned soul seeking spiritual solace and yearning for the peace that religious experience is supposed to bring. Sadly, the meeting of the inner and the outer worlds fails to harmonise. Emma is drawn irresistibly to the parish church by her innocent childhood memories, ready to offer her all to a spiritual comforter. Instead she finds the priest Bournisien whose understanding of her innermost desires is as limited as that of the peasants whom he helps in the fields with the harvest in his good-hearted way. “Je souffre,” replies Emma to the priest’s enquiry “Comment vous portez-vous?” He is unlikely to understand her reference to the spiritual malaise from which she suffers. “Ce ne sont pas les remèdes de la terre qu’il me faudrait,” she tells Bournisien when the priest suggests that Charles could provide her with medication. And when Emma implores his help because, as her priest, “vous soulagez toutes les misères”, Bournisien can think only in terms of colic and other diseases affecting his parishioners’ cattle. One of the many tragedies of human existence is our failure to communicate effectively with each other. We use language as clumsily as a dancing bear clattering with metal saucepans, noted Flaubert.

Flaubert’s world is a harsh and grim one where hypocrisy and self-interest dominate, but I hope that I have shown it to be worth exploring for these ideas and their relevance to our times. Emma’s search for happiness is after all paralleled by our consumer society gone mad. And of course, going back to the geographical level, reading about Madame Bovary’s adventures and perhaps discovering extracts such as Flaubert’s description of Rouen may even inspire you to explore Normandy. Mais attention au trou normand! *

1 September 2005
*P.S. If you don't know what this is ask Google; e.g. http://www.inntravel.co.uk/destinations/rom_normandy.htm

Saturday, 20 September 2008

Oundle's War: Memories of a Northamptonshire Town 1939-1945


Award-winning book to raise more funds for service heroes

The unique story of Oundle’s contribution to World War Two will be told again when a best-selling book by a former Oundle teacher will be reprinted by popular demand.

Oundle’s War raised over £7,000 for the Royal British Legion when it first appeared in 1995.

The 321-page hardback sold out within six weeks, appealing not only to local residents and former school pupils but also to the USAAF veterans stationed in the Oundle area during World War Two. With its veterans’ personal memories and more than 150 illustrations recalling the 1939-45 era, the book was praised for its assiduous research and won for its author, former Oundle School teacher Michael Downes the Leslie Black trophy awarded by the Legion’s local branch.

Mr Downes, who taught at Oundle School for over 30 years, will return to the town on 9 November to give a talk about the background to his book as part of the Oundle Festival of Literature programme.

All profits after publishing costs will again be donated to the Royal British Legion. “I'm delighted to be able to raise funds for this charity particularly at this time, having read about what some of our servicemen and their families are going through as a result of the conflicts in Iraq and Afghanistan,” says Michael. Further details about the reprint and how to order can be obtained by phoning the Bookshop on 01832 277192 or by emailing books@oundle.co.uk

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Oundle’s War

Memories of a Northamptonshire Town 1939-1945

With a Foreword by HRH The Duke of Gloucester GCVO

Remembrance Sunday in 1995 marked the 50th anniversary of the final acts in a drama which must be one of the most momentous of the 20th century.

Oundle’s War, published that year, preserved for posterity a record of some of the events which took place between 1939 and 1945, as lived by the people who saw them first-hand. The heroic, the comic, the atrocious and the bizarre – all found their place in its pages, which focused as much on the human interest as on the factual and historical detail. Praised by reviewers for its “assiduous research” (Legion magazine) the book by former Oundle school teacher Michael Downes is now being reprinted by popular demand.

Memories of the period have been gathered together from a wide range of sources, including interviews conducted by a team of 20 pupils from Oundle School and Prince William School. Those interviewed include not just veterans born and bred in Oundle, but also their families and those educated at its schools, along with residents who have settled more recently in the picturesque Northamptonshire town. Access to previously unpublished documents and photographs has made Oundle’s War a unique record of the experiences of the 1939-1945 generation.

The contents include chapters on life at the time in Oundle, personal recollections of members of the wartime generation who were involved in major military campaigns worldwide, and the testimony of prisoners of war both in Europe and Asia. A chapter on Friends and Allies pays tribute to the foreigners who fought the evil oppression of the Axis powers alongside the British people, notably the American aircrews based at the many airfields which surrounded Oundle.

All profits from the sales of Oundle’s War were and will be donated to the Royal British Legion, whose local representatives have collaborated in the making of the book. Oundle’s War has been a successful and lasting tribute to the wartime generation, and news of the reprint this year has been widely welcomed.

Among the people and the stories which make Oundle’s War a fascinating and moving document of our times are:

The former schoolmaster who found himself sitting a few tables away from Hitler in a Munich café before the war…

The extraordinary odyssey of the Polish clockmaker who fled to freedom from Siberia after the Soviet invasion of his country in September 1939, traveling 1,600 miles on foot…

The naturalist from Ashton who adopted 49 refugee children to save them from the Nazi death-camps…

The intelligence expert from Thapston, educated at Oundle, later to become a leading member of the team whose secret work on developing radar before the Second World War was to help save beleaguered Britain from disaster, and who ended his career as Chief Scientist at Government Communications Headquarters (GCHQ)…

The headmaster weeping as he read out names of the latest casualties among ex-pupils…

A famous humorist’s view of the events at Dunkirk in May 1940…

The two men who masterminded Britain’s anti-submarine warfare from the Admiralty’s Operational Intelligence Centre during the Battle of the Atlantic…

The former Oundle pupil described as one of the most aggressive and successful submarine captains of the Second World War…

The 15-year-old Cotterstock Road girl who recorded her meeting with Hollywood star Clark Gable in her diary…

The full story behind the USAAF veteran’s national headline-hitting gift of 94 brand-new bicycles to children from villages in the area in 1992 to repay a half-century-old debt…

The princess’s ghostly meeting with a dead American airman in her garden at Barnwell…

The former Oundle School pupil’s account of his part in the midget submarine operation to destroy the German battleship Tirpitz in September 1943…

The North African veteran turned pacifist, who recalled his meeting with Mussolini…

The SAS Captain executed on Hitler’s orders following his capture on a secret mission in 1943, but praised by the German officer who interrogated him as “the bravest English officer I have ever met”…

The former Merchant Navy man’s memory of an unexpected meeting in the English Channel with a chivalrous E-boat captain…

The captain of the submarine HMS Seraph, who played a key role in the preparations for Operation ‘Torch’, and helped to trick Hitler by delivering ‘the Man who never was’…

The origins in Oundle School Workshops of the device used by British POWs at Stalag Luft III to make one of the most daring escapes of the war, immortalized in the story The Wooden Horse…

The Oundle-educated Chindit Major, killed in action in Burma, June 1944, but not before he had written a poem ridiculing the patriotic nonsense that the British press was publishing about ‘Our Jungle boys’…

The former RAF Intelligence Officer’s memory of opening Bomber Command Operational Order No 1 in front of the Air Vice Marshal just before 6 June 1944…

The award-winning television scriptwriter from Glapthorn, and his account of what became unofficially known as the Charge of the Light Brigade in Normandy, July 1944…

The British POW at Dresden, an ex-Evening Telegraph printer, who witnessed the city’s destruction…

The Oundle resident who found himself amidst the débris of the Chancellery in Berlin a few days after Hitler’s death, and saw what the Russians had done in the Führer’s bedroom…

The POW who recounted the harrowing story of his barbaric treatment at the hand of Japanese captors, his abortive escape from the Sonkurai labour camp on the Thailand-Burma railway in 1943 and his reprieve from sentence of death thanks to the courage of a fellow British officer…

The Oundle man who heard the explosion of the atom bomb at Nagasaki, 30 miles from his POW camp, would have liked to go back to Japan, and remembered some of his guards with affection…

The former USAAF navigator’s account of a typical bombing mission from Polebrook, and his mixed feelings about the experience of war…
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What they said about Oundle’s War:

“A unique record of the experiences of the 1939-45 generation” – Peterborough & Oundle Herald & Post, 4 May, 1995

“An anecdotal history of the war of surprising breadth and interest. (…) [Michael Downes’ book has ensured that many of the voices of that era will survive for posterity. His contribution as selector, editor and arranger is done with the tact and skilful self-effacement that those tasks require, and] the result is that rare thing – a volume of local history that can be read with enjoyment by those who know nothing of the locality.” – David Warnes, Conference & Common Room, Journal of the Headmasters’ Conference Schools, Spring 1997.

“A memorable account of what World War II did to the small town, its residents, school old boys and troops (mostly American airmen) stationed nearby. (…) It’s a monumental volume.” – Mike Colton, Peterborough Evening Telegraph, 27 March 1996.

“A fascinating collection of individual memories and opinions, showing how these experiences came to colour people’s lives. From Hitler’s bunker in Berlin, to the relief of Belsen concentration camp, from Dresden to Changi Gaol, a citizen of Oundle was there. (…) The assiduous research of Michael Downes, the stories he has unearthed (and the pictures to illustrate them) make this book a unique compilation.” – LEGION Magazine, Jan-Feb 1996.

“Michael Downes wanted this book to be an expression of sympathy and gratitude as well as an evocation of a world at war in all its aspects. He has succeeded brilliantly, compiling an immensely readable and inspiring record of service and social life.” – Dennis Ford, The Old Oundelian, 1995-96.


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