I can’t believe that it is nearly two years ago that I ‘discovered’ these six tea towels; they belonged to Gwyn’s mother, who died in 1997. After that, her father lived on his own, continuing to use the tea towels until his death in 2006. Sometimes, when someone dies, there is so much business to be done, funerals to be arranged, things to be sorted, homes to be cleared that there comes a point when you just have to put things in boxes, to be looked through at a later date. Sometimes, it can be many years later when that sorting process happens; the mind is a very clever instrument that can blank out the painful bits until you are ready to deal with them. Those decisions about whether to keep, throw or take to a Charity Shop are deferred. Logic says that if you haven’t looked at something for nine years, haven’t missed it for nine years, haven’t wondered what happened to it for nine years, then it can probably all go to a Charity Shop.
In 2015, Gwyn was very poorly in hospital; I offered to clear some boxes to accommodate the new, and very comfortable, sofa that she would return home to. Gwyn hadn’t looked in the boxes since 2006, had no idea what was in them and had said “just get rid of everything”. I have many talents, one of which is being able to systematically sort, recycle, rehome and rejuvenate items. I couldn’t just get rid of whole boxes without being sure what was in them. Some decisions are easier than others: Father’s clothes? Pete isn’t going to wear them, he is a different size, so off to the Charity Shop; old china? Keep; it might have sentimental value. In a box of miscellaneous kitchen items, most of which are now in the possession of a Charity Shop, I came across these six tea towels. Was I excited? Of course I was! And ever hopeful that another stash would come to light. I often forget that most people do not collect tea towels, just have the minimum amount for every day usage. I could see that Gwyn was not fully on board with my excitement. I asked her if I could blog about them. She was happy about that but, initially, didn’t have many memories about their history. No, she didn’t remember going to the Three Owl Sanctuary; Essex might have been a holiday. That’s no good for someone who wants to write lengthy pieces about a tea towel but over time more memories came back. Today is a bright sunny day; Gwyn doesn’t feel too well so perhaps I shouldn’t be put off by bits of missing information. The good thing about these tea towels is that they are now in regular useage in Gwyn’s kitchen; that wouldn’t have happened if they hadn’t been rescued from the ‘Miscellaneous Kitchen Things’ box!
To get started: (a) Age: Since Gwyn’s mother died in 1997, all these tea towels are at least 20 years old. The calendar one is obviously nearly 28 years old. Looking at the way the tea towels have been used, they may well be 30-40 years old. The Three Owls Bird Sanctuary was opened in 1962 and closed in 2010. I know the tea towel was designed by Pat Albreck (one of my favourite tea towel designers of all time). This tea towel is featured on a collage of tea towels on her web site but when I asked her when she was commissioned to design it, she couldn’t remember! (b) Wear: All six tea towels are in a good state of repair; they have been washed properly (according to the instructions), are not stained and had even been ironed before being put in the box. They are certainly fully functional, with no sign of damage. I like the fact they are now hanging on Gwyn’s kitchen door. (c) Size of Collection: Six is quite a small number of tea towels to own but Gwyn’s mother obviously had good taste, collecting, and using, good quality ‘touristy’ tea towels. A bit like with ‘Dorothy’s Tea Towels’, I had hoped there might be more, an additional ‘stash’ lurking in another box, but no! (d) Quality: Most are pure linen, or linen-mix, good for absorbancy, wear well, don’t fade. No rubbish supermarket tea towels for Gwyn’s mother. I have to say that I have been fascinated by these tea towels, and wanted to know more.
House Plant Care: This is a classic Calendar tea towel for 1990; Gwyn bought it as a present for her mother at Christmas 1989, as a Calendar Wall Hanging. There is nothing like a multipurpose tea towel – calendar, information on plant care, wall hanging, tea towel and even facts suitable for a Pub Quiz. Gwyn’s mother apparently loved house plants, had a houseful and was always taking cuttings. Her favourite was the Spider Plant; she was always taking cuttings from these. That always seems to me to be a mistake because it is so easy to take cuttings from a Spider plant and therefore your collection is ever-growing (because they are also very difficult to kill). I think the plants on this calendar reflect the fashion of the 1980s. Remember all those Swiss Cheese Plants and Rubber Plants? I never met anyone who could grow them properly, so they were an even and tasteful shape; they always seemed to loose leaves, gather dust and become ugly monstrosities, growing in a gangly shape. My favourite on this tea towel is the Poinsettia. My mother, along with everyone else, always bought one at Christmas. She, like most other people, never managed to keep it alive much beyond the end of January. One exception to this was Dorothy (of ‘Dorothy’s Tea Towels’) who, to my knowledge kept one alive and kicking for at least five years, with new growth and even the odd red leaf. Gwyn has obviously followed her mother’s love of taking cuttings from indoor plants, especially Christmas Cactus; this has now extended to her patio, where she has developed a love of container gardening.
Wonders of the Waterways: It was good to be able to sit and talk to Gwyn about her family memories, through tea towels. Gwyn’s mother bought this tea towel on a day out, with Gwyn and Pete, at Stoke Bruerne Canal Musem. Gwyn’s parents didn’t drive; they lived in Buckinghamshire so Stoke Bruerne was an easy day out; they looked around the museum, walked along the canal bank and had a meal in a local pub (of which there are many around the canal). The museum is based in a restored corn mill at the top of a flight of locks. It is full of canal artefacts. Near the museum is the Blisworth Tunnel, the third longest navigable tunnel in Britain, wide enough for two canal barges to pass in opposite directions. The tunnel had become unnavigable but in 1980s work was done to restore it. Now there are boats trips travelling through the tunnel. The question is whether Gwyn’s mother was there before or after the restoration, and whether she travelled through the tunnel? What this makes me realise is that, in the last few years, Gwyn, Pete, the two Liz’s and I have spent a couple of lovely days, hiring a narrow boat for the whole day, travelling on the canal. Perhaps we ought to go Stoke Bruerne.
Bribie Island, Australia: The story goes that this was a present from Pauline (Pete’s sister) to Gwyn’s mother, when Pauline and her son had visited friends in Australia. I liked that story and knew there would be more to find out. The problem was that Pauline doesn’t remember going to Bribie Island, buying the tea towel for Gwyn’s mother or anything else to do with it. Bribie Island is the smallest of three sand islands off the Morton Bay coastline of Queensland, a third of which is a nature reserve with more than 350 species of bird life and a lot of kangaroos. The story would be better if Pauline had bought it and could have come up with the background to it!
Butterflies: Gwyn’s mother loved all forms of wildlife, especially butterflies. She wasn’t someone to pin them in a display cabinet but loved to appreciate them in the garden. Gwyn remembers buying this tea towel for one of her mother’s birthdays.
The Countryside in Essex: Because neither of Gwyn’s parents drove, and because her mother had fragile health as she got older through osteogenesis imperfecta, Gwyn and Pete used to take them on holiday. The journey from Buckinghamshire to Essex was ‘do-able’. This tea towel came from a holiday in Essex where they stayed in a chalet. Gwyn’s recollection of this holiday is being one that was not too energetic but very pleasant.
The Three Owls Bird Sanctuary, Rochdale: Along with the House Plant Care, this is by far my favourite tea towel. I love the colouring, the muted shades of brown, the images of owls. It is a very distinctive style by Pat Albreck. It was Pat Albreck’s interview on Desert Island Discs, in 2014, that inspired me to write a Tea Towel Blog (she has a lot to answer for!!). This is a woman who has designed more than three hundred tea towels and continues to design the National Trust annual calendar tea towel. I am ashamed to say that I have very few calendar tea towels, something that I must rectify very soon. I was very surprised to see this tea towel on Pat’s collage of tea towels on her website. Gwyn has absolutely no memory of this tea towel, certainly no memory of ever taking her mother there or of her parents ever going to Rochdale so Gwyn doesn’t know if it was a gift or if her mother bought it herself. (This is why one should keep a record of where these things came from!!). The history of the Three Owls Bird Sanctuary is interesting, and one I assume Gwyn’s mother would have been interested in. It was founded in 1962 by Eileen Watkinson after a little girl gave her an injured sparrow to look after and a bit later brought her another “to keep it company”. She hand-reared them, took in more injured birds and the Sanctuary was born. The aim of the sanctuary was to help “any wild bird in distress”, rehabilitate them and return them to the wild. Tens of thousands of birds were rescued and returned to the wild. Where returning to the wild was not possible, the birds could be housed in an aviary on the 5 acre reserve. In 1981, the Sanctuary received two disabled herons who had injured themselves on electric pylons; each had damaged one wing and were unable to fly. They were given a home on the reserve and built a nest on the ground; the following year they raised three chicks; the chicks learnt on their own what they needed to do with regard to leaving. Each season they return to the reserve and by 1993 the Three Owls Bird Sanctuary had the largest heronry in the north-west. Sadly, in 2009, the sanctuary was reported to Rochdale Council as infringing the Zoo Regulations and that it should be registered as a zoo. Registration as a zoo costs a huge amount of money, which the sanctuary could not afford. A Trustee said “Once you are classified as a zoo, then you become a commercial enterprise and Three Owls was not set up to be a zoo – it is a wild bird hospital and nature reserve”. So in 2010 the Sanctuary closed but it still owns a three acre nature reserve in Rochdale, 7.5 acres in Tarleton near Southport and two further two acre sites. They cannot accept birds but they are able to give grants to organisations that are able to. Eileen Watkinson received an MBE for her work, died in 1995 and was buried on the reserve she set up, in line with her wishes to be amongst all the birds she loved and cared for over the years. A nice story.
Without doubt, I get a great deal of pleasure writing about not only my own tea towels but also those that belong to other people; it is a privilege to be able to do that. And I hope that Gwyn gets as much pleasure from her mother’s tea towels, as I am sure her mother did.
Update: 10 March 2017. I just looked at the website for the Three Owls Sanctuary and it tells me that (a) they still sell the same tea towel and (b) the design has been around since the 1970s. So who knows when Gwyn’s mother got this tea towel, possibly a long time ago!!