Opening Lines…

Barney Westlake hadn’t expected to walk into another relationship quite so soon, in fact, his presence in Scotland and particularly his arrival in Largs was to forget Madeleine. That was some hell of an affair. He was sure to this day the woman was mad! Well, it certainly had felt like it. She had terrorized him and made his life an absolute misery with her unjustified jealousy and insane tantrums. To get away from her domination of him and her possession of his mind became his prime objective. Their relationship had become intolerable and near boarded on violence.

From ‘The Truth about Madeleine’ by Patrick Callaghan

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Opening Lines…

To the south of Kensington Gardens, high above the watchful glittering towers of The Grand Imperial Institute, wholesome breezes fell upon the narrow arboreal road leading to the quiet repectable villas of Dorset Square. Further to the south… The Thames shone silvery like the winding path of a passing snail in that lowering black dead of night.

From ‘The World of Irene Mansell’ by Patrick George Callaghan

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The Lady of the Rose

 

 

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Enid Stamp Taylor was born on Sunday the 12th of June 1904 in the agreeable, late Victorian, seaside town of Whitley Bay in the North East corner of England. She was the only daughter of Army Major George Stamp Taylor and his wife Agnes.

Some years later they had a son and named him Robin Geoffrey. But tragically, he died at the very young age of only ten years whilst away from home and at boarding school.

 

Regretfully, the distraught parents separated in 1918, and Enid and her mother moved to London in order to stay with friends. It was here, that Enid’s interest in the stage began to blossom. She had reluctantly entered a beauty contest and then won the first prize of a part in the chorus line of a top West End show. The quality of her voice and exacting diction soon led her to stage training under Rosina Filippi, and in 1923 she toured in the ‘The Lady of the Rose’. During the thirties and forties, along with her agent Al Parker, she successfully built a powerful film and stage persona.                         

 

In 1929 she married the prosperous businessman Sidney Colton, and in 1934 they had their beautiful daughter Robin Anne’. However, two years later the marriage was over and consolation came in the form of another businessman by the name of Louis Jackson, and for a while they lived happily at Catherine Place, Westminster; close to Buckingham Palace.

 

Sadly, Enid died alone, and during the bitter cold winter that followed the summer of 1945. She had collapsed from a cerebral hemorrhage in the bathroom of her Park Lane address and was found by the maid in the early hours of that subsequent terrible Monday morning.

 

Some of the photographs included from time to time on my weblog pages -because this site is dedicated to words and pictures, a picture is worth a thousand words… come from Robin Anne’s own private collection. They are… those treasured memories that we like to keep as images of a near forgotten world.

 

And now, she sleeps so prettily, beside the little picturesque church of St. Nicholas in the quiet and charming Surrey village of Alfold, and where now and then… I refresh a single red rose to her memory.

 

 

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Maryon Park

Maryon Park, in the heart of London’s Woolwich area, is a quiet and beautifully tranquil place of tall tree-lined dark secluded pathways and of steps that lead to another meadow of breeze ruffled trees swaying in motion with one’s inner thoughts and aspirations. It was also the setting for Antonioni’s 1966 cult film ‘Blow Up’ that featured David Hemmings and Vanessa Redgrave.   

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The Grove

Marilyn has booked us excellent seats for The Grove Theatre’s forthcoming presentations of ‘Aida’ ‘Tarandot’ and ‘Swan Lake’ so it’s time for a carton of Kiora-orange, a lolly, and a bag of popcorn! No rocking in the back seats though please.

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No Christmas Stuffing for Me!

It would be around about 4 in the morning of the 28th of December, when Marilyn decided to put me through the hoops for not having bought her a Christmas present or Card. Well, my decision might have been based on the fact that she had organised a tantrum on Christmas Eve over my phoning Zena in Austria, my son Adrian, and an old friend named for some silly reason as ‘rob rat!’, a model friend of the family refered to as ‘Spam’, and for writing something pointless on facebook!, – whilst she was wrestling with stuffing an oversized Turkey ready to go oven-bound! So The New Year has brought me nothing more than sackcloth and ashes, along with some over inflated bills from British Gas! 

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Enid Stamp Taylor – Actress 1904 – 1946

Enid was born in Percy Avenue, Whitley Bay, during the early hours of the 12th of June 1904. She lived most of her adult life in the West End of London, and where she suffered from a blood clot in her brain whilst in the bathroom of her Park Lane apartment in the cold January of 1946. Three days later she passed away at the Atkinson Morley hospital in Wimbledon and was buried in the secluded and peaceful grounds of Alfold Parish Church… and that’s perhaps, where my story began…

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Enid Stamp Taylor in Park Lane

To come close to her world… take the serpentine path across Hyde Park, and as you walk, think of her. She would have walked this path, just as you. She would have paused, and looked upon the golden yellow of spring daffodils and the racing heart of early bluebells. You are seeing what her eyes saw. The same birds are singing… and you are so close to her… that you can hear her silent feet over green fields, and taste the sweet smell of Hawthorn blossom that fills your soul… and when you come to a bend in the path, where she too, saw the first shimmer of April blue upon the lake, I know… that you, have only to turn your head… to see her walking beside you.

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A deleted scene from ‘The Shriving…’

She sat within the glow of the coals, their red heat penetrated the pores of her skin and warmed the white of her bones. She stared long and hard into the glass of whisky as if it were full of a thousand nettles, and finding no reason to swallow the liquid her mind moved over matters best with the gradient carefulness of an undertaker’s assistant… A deleted scene from ‘The Shriving of Miss Esme Stamp’ by Patrick Callaghan.

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