Swedish death cleaning

 In recent times I have seen two mentions of this, an article in the Guardian and a tv episode on a obscure channel.

I had never heard of this before.  apparently it is  based on the New York Times bestseller, “The Gentle Art of Swedish Death Cleaning.”

Swedish artist, Margareta Magnusson, sheds light on how to declutter your home with the intent of making the grieving process easier for your friends and family after you are gone.

Most of us know about decluttering if they have been involved in selling a house.  A suit \rrives at your suburban semi-detached house complete with clipboard and nose in the air, and announce you need to declutter.  Estate agentgs pretend to know what house buyers are looking for and they believe that people are put off by the way the present owners live.  Pictures on the wall, ornaments on the sideboard, gaily coloured cusions etc.  all "clutter" to a certain mind.

Now apparently this idea had been developed into a Nordic precursor to visiting Valhalla.

It is not a new thing, but seems to me to follow on from the fairly modern idea that everyone should make provision for leaving some kind of inheritance for their family, even if its only no work in disposing of the deceased's belongings.

I don't follow the concept that somehow, parents have an obligation to make life easy for their children by working hard before they die to leave a tidy , uncluttered home.  A bit bizarre to say the least.  When I die, I wont care what happens, will I? Do I really need to spend time sorting out my old clothes, giving away all my books, tidying up my computer hard drive so that my daughters don't have to do it?

Starting with my clothes would be a problem in itself.  I know I have too many jackets and waistcoats,  but which ones do I get rid of.  I like them all.  If I drop my clogs or fall off my perch in the next week or so, it wont matter, but if I live for another year or so, I might want to wear some of them.

The same with books.  I have got books I haven't read yet and still reluctant to get rid of some that I might want to read again.

And that computer hard drive. Full of half written blogs, articles and even some detective books which I haven't finished writing because I couldn't decide who the murderer was.

Sounds like too much hard work just to save somebody else the bother.  It may well be that my executors wont have a problem, just bundle everything into black bags, or hire a skip and it could all be gone in  a day.

HMS Whimbrel and D.day

 

HMS Whimbrel was a Royal Navy sloop which had been built in the Yarrow shipyards at Scotstoun Glasgow. Ernest McKie had been member of the crew from the time it had been handed over to the Royal Navy in January 1943.

From then it had been employed on anti submarine escort duties across the Atlantic and back to America and Canada, to Freemantle in Africa via Gibraltar.  North Africa for the invasion of Sicily was also on its itinerary and lately the hazardous journeys with convoys carrying supplies to Russia in atrocious winter weather.  During its first three years, Whimbrel had to go into shipyards several times, usually on the Mersey,  for repairs occasioned by the weather rather than enemy action. 

Come June 1944, Whimbrel was in the Bristol channel preparing to escort a convoy of ships carrying American troops and their vehicles round to the English channel aspart of operation Overlord, the invasion of Normandy, D.day!

They were scheduled to leave for the 250 journey on 4th June but the appalling weather in the channel decreed otherwise and the journey was put off for a day but eventually the orders were given to go and the convoy had an uneventful trip around to the appointed place off the Isle of Wight.  Deespite the fact that the landings did not appear to have gone completely to plan the convoy vessels went in to the Normandy beaches to discharge their cargos of men and vehicles. The available records do not make it clear if this occured late on the 6th June or the following day.  Leaving the convoy,  Whimbrel went into the Solent before immediately returning to the Bristol channel to escort another convoy.  No rest no respite. Despite the famous Landings on the beaches of Normandy elsewhere the war went on.

Do you ever weep ?

 Do you every weep? For the state of the world? The people of Ukraine or the ones risking their lives crossing the channel in small boats? Now there are the people of Israel and Palestine, none of whom would choose to go to war against eaach other but are stuck in a situation created by zealots on both sides. We should weep for them all.

Tears can come watching TV at all of this and stories of children in trouble or happy because their football heroes acknowledge them. I weep remembering our family tragedies even though a long time ago.

When I see politicians with po faces and no emotions then I weep for them and for us that those who will be in charge of our destinies for the next few years have no empathy orf even genuine understanding of ordinary people.

Six Nations ? We have more than that.

 The six nations rugby competion has come round again and if we swapped those six nations around a bit, one of our family would always win!

We have English Irish and Scots and there might also be a Welsh, if you assume that Pritchard was really Ap Richard from across the Marches from Herefordshire.

We could leave in the French as family tradition suggests that there was a French grandmother somewhere but we can definitely include the Maltese, who could also have had Italian connections as the island is within sight of Sicily and there was constant traffic between the two. Then there are our German, Slovenian, and Czechoslovakian ancestors and if so minded we could throw in a couple of Aussies and Kiwis  into the mix as well.

Perhaps it is salutary to think in these times that these British Isles for centuries was more welcoming of migrants coming as refugees, fleeing appression than it is today. It seems that the only foreigners who are given the glad hand now are footballers coming to play for large sums of money for foreign owned "English" football clubs.  Ironic dont you think?

PPE but not plastic aprons or masks

 

If I had gone to university, as I might have done as a mature student then no doubt I would have chosen PPE as a course. These initials became synonimous in the covid pandemic with the plastic aprons and masks, many of them supplied to the NHS at exorbitant prices by Tory cronies.

I meant  Philosophy,politics and economics, Sounds grand doesn't it and ideal for budding politicians, which is probably why so many current parliamentarians seem to have their degrees in that.

Over the years I have thought about what was actually learned to study PPE.  Judging from the attitudes of so many of the aforementioned parliamentarians many seem to have skipped the philosophy modules and concentrated on economics,more specifically perhaps their own finances!

Doesn't matter what shade of politics philosophical commitment to the cause doesn't seem to rank as high as the need to climb the proverbial greasy poll. 

Tories by definition have to pretend to be concerned about the condition of people in poverty whilst at the same time supporting policies that make them poorer whilst so many labour hopefuls have never had their hands dirty and are only too willing to pander to the worst aspects of the attitudes of people who have no affiliation to the labour movement,decry trade unionists and voted Brexit.

A challenging project right off the bat

 A challenging project right off the bat

 The conservation and partial restoration of an 18th-century taxidermy bat specimen

 © Simon Moore ACR   

Cumberland House Natural History Museum received a grant from the Collections Care Stimulus Grant Fund to conserve and partially restore a taxidermy bat dated 6 September 1779 - the oldest specimen in their natural history collection.  

 1779 Taxidermist's label still intact 

The taxidermist's label on the rear of the case is still intact, and shows that it is the work of Thomas Hall. Thomas Hall was one of the UK's earliest taxidermists and described himself as "the first artist in the world for preserving birds, beasts and all sorts of reptiles, to resemble attitude and perfection of life". He had a museum of stuffed animals at his home and is thought to have owned and exhibited the first kangaroo seen in Europe. 

© Simon Moore ACR 

Specimen label dated to 1779 

  A delicate and challenging project The work was carried out by Simon Moore ACR of Natural History Conservation, leading expert in the field of natural sciences conservation. The job was very delicate - head and both ears were detached, exposed part of armature rusted, wings embrittled and frequently torn and holed. Judging by the frass particles under the fur, the specimen had also been attacked by clothes moth larvae.  

© Simon Moore ACR  

 The right wing had become detached and the wing membrane and many other areas, especially the tail web, had either become torn or eaten away by the pest larvae. The brittleness of the wings was extreme and the project suffered a setback - a large hole appeared during the sizing of the wings because of the rehydration process and the weight of the size; but this was quickly tissued over and held together. The sizing, once dry adds a stronger and invisible membrane and also helps to blend in the tissued areas.

 © Simon Moore ACR

Left wing prior to adhesion  

 Final result 

At the end of the project, the bat was mounted on a bit of cocktail stick and a small depression was drilled in the box base so the bat could be mounted back in its box. The partly-missing lower left corner of the box was also rebuilt so that the glass would sit nicely in the rebate, and also to help keep the pests out. The ripply old glass was carefully sealed in using old-fashioned gummed paper tape. This was then painted black and the final result is shown below.

 © Simon Moore ACR  

 Made possible through the generous support of the Radcliffe Trust and others, the Collections Care Stimulus Fund supported the care and conservation of collections at a time when budgets for the conservation of collections and objects are diminishing.

 Icon awarded eight grants of up to £1,250 to UK-based museums, galleries and heritage institutions with less than 100,000 visitors per year that have suffered from a major drop in income over the last 12 months and were less able to commission conservation projects as a result. The conservation activities were carried out by Icon Accredited members. An accredited member of Icon (ACR) will have been through a robust professional practice assessment process to demonstrate that they have met the ‘proficient’ level of Icon’s Professional Standards. Accredited members can be identified through the Conservation Register.

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This article was copied, with their permission from the Institute of Conservation website.

The pun in the heading is not mine! althoughy other errors may well be. Although we spent many years researching the lives of the Hall family this is my first post about them since 2014 https://edmck.blogspot.com/2014/01/how-to-stuff-rhinoceros.html

The Old Man at sea

Eighty years ago at the age of 42 my dad joined the Royal Navy for the second time having already been in the First World War. We do not know if he was called up or volunteered.

When he was sent to Scotland to serve on HMS Whimbrel the following year he was the oldest man on the crew and also the only grandfather. Even the Captain was seven years his junior.

Whimbrel had only recently been completed at the Yarrow shipyard and was doing its sea trials before being handed over to the Royal Navy.  Dad remained with Whimbrel until he was sent home after VE Day to be demobbed.

Whimbrel was a sloop of the Swan class and had been essentially designed as an escort and submarine defence vessel.  It served in this role throughout the war providing escorts for convoys between the UK and America, Russia and the Mediterranean as well as also being involved in the Sicily landings in June  1943.

It was eventful few years in the war not just for Dad but for Whimbrel. It was never damaged by enemy attack but the weather damage during those fateful Atlantic and Russian convoys during winter months took its toll and the ship was in for repairs on several occasions. The Russian convoys were particularly hard on the crew and the ship because of the extreme weather. It is galling to many of the descendants of those men that the present day rulers of Russia have chosen to ignore the sacrifices of the men of the Royal Navy in saving the Russian people by getting greatly needed supplies through. Putin and co of course were not alive then and it is easy for them to choose to portray "the west" that saved them as now being the enemy.

There are several stories about these years in my book "Tales my father told me" available on Amazon at https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1517297184

HMS Whimbrel is still afloat, although under the name ENS Tariq, having been sold to the Egyptian Navy in 1954 despite many attempts over the years to bring her back to the UK for preservation.