The Henson Journals

Sat 8 November 1930

Volume 51, Pages 152 to 153

[152]

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

[153]

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.