The Henson Journals
Sat 8 November 1930
Volume 51, Pages 152 to 153
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Saturday, November 8th, 1930.
A brilliant day, mild and almost spring like. My post was swollen by "Birthday letters" from a quaint collection of friends, new and old.
Jack Cass and Derek sent me their photographs. Dick sent me some of his heather honey. Charles gave me a knife: and Fearne, nail–scissors. The following wrote to me:–
1. | [symbol] Jack Boden | 17. | [symbol] Nancy Wynne Willson |
2. | [symbol] Linetta (Mrs Richardson) | 18. | [symbol] Arthur |
3. | [symbol] Mary (Mrs Radford) | 19. | [symbol] Joyce Jopling |
4. | [symbol] Sybil Lady Eden | 20. | [symbol] Angel Thelwell |
5. | [symbol] Arthur Watts | 21. | [symbol] Rev. H. Collier |
6. | Ian Wynne Willson | 22. | Brook Westcott |
7. | Arthur Spelling | 23. | John Wrightson |
8. | [symbol] Leslie Wilson | 24. | D. T. Dick |
9. | [symbol] Kitty Wilson | ||
10. | [symbol] Christian Collinge | ||
11. | Jack Clayton | ||
12. | Lionel Trotman | ||
13. | [symbol] Audrey Hall | ||
14. | Jack Carr | ||
15 | [symbol] Derek Elliott | ||
16. | [symbol] George Nimmins |
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I was pleased to receive letters from Phelps, lately Provost of Oriel, and Burkitt, acknowledging copies of the 'Bishoprick". Also a letter very kindly expressed from old Bishop Knox.
John Wrightson came to lunch. He has left Eton, & is now working at this father's works. He seems to enjoy the novel experience.
Charles motored me to Chilton, where I dedicated an organ in the Mission Chapel. There was a large congregation, & (in spite of the Vicar's oddities of voice and manner) a reverent service. To my surprise, I was taken in to the parish room, & given the 3 vols. of Francis Thompson's poems as a birthday present from the parish! How far this represents the Vicar's own mind, or also that of his people, I cannot know, but I am sentimental & credulous today, so that I took everything at face value.
Then, on returning to the Castle, I set to write acknowledgments to those who had written to me for my Birthday. They are a curiously varied company, indicating rather personal affection than popularity, or official importance. For, indeed, I am extraordinarily alone.