Jumble sales 2: Fantastical

 



 

OF COURSE – the jumble sale post brought in wonderful suggestions for books, and memories of people’s own experiences at jumble sales, and comparisons with equivalent events in other countries.

There’s the original post

The Intricate World of Literary Jumble Sales

And there’s Graham Greene

Graham Greene: The Man for a White Elephant Stall

The people’s favourites (of those unmentioned by me) were undoubtedly the jumble sales in Barbara Pym,  Excellent Women, and in general the author’s interest in the disposal of old clothes. We all remember Miss Morrow turning up in the dress belonging to Fabian’s deceased wife in order to lure him in.

‘You seem different tonight… your dress is becoming…Constance had a dress rather like that once.’

That’s in Jane and Prudence.

Also blogfriend (and distinguished author) Hilary McKay identified a wonderful Just William story and told us where to find it.

William--the Outlaw | Project Gutenberg

‘The White Elephant stall contained the usual medley of battered household goods, unwanted Christmas presents, old clothes and derelict sports apparatus.’

I would like to add this real-life story, a family legend. I was once going round the houses asking for jumble in the classic manner. A charming woman said ‘Yes! What a great opportunity to get rid of some toys, come into the playroom.’ And in front of her son, who was maybe 7, she picked out stuff from the (millions of) toys. He meanwhile threw a complete tantrum, which she totally ignored, yelling ‘they are my toys! I play with them all the time! Those are my favourites! I am going to go to the jumble sale and I am going to BUY THEM ALL BACK! I WILL BUY THEM ALL BACK!’ They were tussling over them, he was trying to grab them out of her hands.  It was awful.

I had no children at the time, and sometimes things make more sense when you have them, but that one makes no sense, ever. WHY didn’t she just quietly tell me to come round after bedtime..? (That boy is 40-odd now, assuming he survived the trauma)

Anyway, I WILL BUY THEM ALL BACK is our family goto phrase ever since for anything we are reluctant to accept.

 

As I said in the original post, I had by no means exhausted my own file of mentions in books. This one was next in line


Murder Fantastical by Patricia Moyes

published 1967 (also known as Murder by Threes)





The book has series sleuth Henry Tibbett looking into a murder in a very fancy house.

One of the visitors is the bishop of Bugolaland – a character who (slight spoiler as he is neither victim nor probably culprit) appears in a later Moyes books

A Six Letter Word for Death by Patricia Moyes

There is going to be the Annual church Fete in the Grounds. Will Henry’s murder investigation hold things up? Of course not.

There are elaborate preparations as important items arrive at the posh house, and the result reminded me of found poetry:

Dining room bottled fruit, drawing room jams and jellies, jumble in the study.

Lucky dip in the garage.

Hoop-la in the morning room.

“But he promised to let me have the bran for the tub. And the hoop-la rings.’

‘I’ll go and give the Bishop a hand with the lucky dip’

Guessing the vicar’s weight, sixpence a guess, and one of Miss Whitehead’s home-made cakes as a prize

[This obviously would have been ideal for Rowe in Graham Greene’s Ministry of Fear]

Sheets for the refreshment tables, sacks for the sack race, where to put the fortune-teller’s tent, and the composition of the bouquet to be presented to Lady Fenshire

 

And an exposition of the usual thoughts:

 

We get the same things year after year. Mrs A buys Mrs B’s old hat, which would disgrace a scarecrow, just so as to contribute to the Church Roof Fund…Next year of course Mrs A brings the hat along again and Mrs C buys it.. It would be so much easier for everyone if eple cud just make a financial donation. But oh no. there has always been a Fete and there always will be a Fete

And – ‘ the jumble booth was in many ways the heart of the fete’

There is a distinction between items for the Lucky Dip and the jumble – presumably the better items are Lucky dip but also those ones have to be wrapped in brown paper ‘because of the bran’.



So there is a splendid scene where an item is pursued from Jumble  to Lucky Dip to Jumble again, then on to the fortune teller’s tent

The description of the fete is deeply authentic, whereas the two major plotlines are rather nonsensical  - so read for the picture of life rather than the crime.

There is an aspect of the ending of this book that is very surprising – how one character sees their future. One of the most memorable aspects of the book.

I wondered if there were pictures of bran tubs out there – as in the lucky dip stall at the fete – and came up with a lot of pictures of elegant baths in shades of taupe and café au lait.

The Lucky Dip I found is from Sarah Cee Designs, on Instagram and Pinterest, and she said she made them for summer fairs…. so spot on, although £2 sounds reasonable to us, but would have made the villagers faint...

Look out for more entries, and add your own in the comments.

 

 Top picture:

Morda Hospital Fête, Oswestry | Teitl Cymraeg/Welsh title: F… | Flickr

 second picture: much more modern, but truly timeless

 File:Cake and jam at village fete - geograph.org.uk - 5262257.jpg - Wikimedia Commons

 

 

 

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  1. There is a splendid village fete at which a murder takes place in Catherine's Aird's Passing Strange (1980) which I read recently. The murder weapon moves around rather a lot - can't say more. Chrissie

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    1. I am making a note - someone else mentioned this book recently....

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  2. But the highlight of this book is the family, isn't it? Especially the bishop...

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    1. Mmmm. I am saving the family here for an idea for a post about famliies in books and whether we take to them or not. Perhaps, families that the author likes more than some readers? Are you guessing I wasn't that taken with the lovely eccentric Manciples? Lampreys, all of them.

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    2. I remember that when I read this book I thought of the Lampreys!

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    3. Oh Moira, you mustn't do that. Now I have to drag the marshes to see what you mean...

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    4. Tee hee. First advice is 'don't bother'. I feel particularly bad about the Lampreys because when I first read the book I was young and impressionable and thought they were good fun. I was horrified when I read it again.
      I definitely think there's mileage in the idea of families we OR the author love OR hate. I'll be looking for suggestions....

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    5. I nominate the Bodenheim family and the Cripps Clan from Martha Grimes "The Anodyne Necklace" . Both are written for laughs and are caricatures for comic effect. I haven't read the book in over thirty years so they might not be so funny anymore.

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    6. About time I re-read Grimes, and I don't think I've read that one before....

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  3. At the Provincial Lady’s Garden Fête:

    “Diversion fortunately occasioned by unexpected arrival of solid and respectable-looking claret-coloured motor-car, from which Barbara and Crosbie Carruthers emerge … Our Vicar’s wife screams, and throws a pair of scissors wildly into the air. (They are eventually found in Bran Tub containing Twopenny Dips, and are the cause of much trouble, as small child who fishes them out maintains them to be bona fide dip and refuses to give them up.”

    I’m not convinced that the better items would be in the Lucky Dip - bran-proof wrapping could disguise all manner of unattractive objects.

    Sovay

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    1. Reflecting overnight on bran tubs of my youth (filled not with bran but with sawdust, usually damp and hard to dig through) there would have been no crossover between jumble and the bran tub prizes at our village gala, where the bran tub was definitely for children - prizes were sweets and little plastic toys, not second-hand oddments.

      Sovay

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    2. very good linkage of Provincial Lady with bran tub, Sovay.
      I think you're probably right about the distinction.
      When I was young you could buy a Lucky Dip for sweets at the newsagents, a bag the size of a small crisp packet, which contained maybe four brightly-coloured cheap sweets and, say, a plastic ring. It's the gambling instinct, even in children - I thnk we were convinced that there was a genuine luck aspect, with the possibility of something really special in one of them. Spoiler: there wasn't.

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    3. I think the PL also has a bran tub at the children's party she gives in the course of the book, as a way of handing out parting gifts.

      The bran tub was popular at our gala as there was a prize, however unspectacular, every go - I think now that the stallholders must have had to keep topping it up with sweets &c. The Treasure Hunt was more expensive to enter IIRC and a bigger gamble, but had money prizes - far from lavish, but nevertheless a decent win early in the day could greatly enhance one's enjoyment of the rest of the gala.

      Sovay

      I remember the Lucky Dip packets - we lived in hope ...

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    4. I remember treasure hunts, you wrote you name on an ice-lolly stick then chose a spot in a square patch of land. But the results didn't happen till the end of the event...
      I'm just remembering also a lucky dip stall where there were two bran tubs - one for girls and one for boys.

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    5. I came across a boys and girls lucky dip that reminded me of old-fashioned double-seated out-houses.

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    6. Our treasure hunt was a large Treasure Island map on a board, overlaid by a grid with small holes where the lines crossed; the player stuck a nail into the small hole of their choice, and the stallholder consulted the secret pirate journal to see whether they'd won (which they seldom had) and handed out the prize on the spot if so.

      Sovay

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    7. Marty: that made me laugh!
      Sovay: a very good treasure hunt

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  4. In Hilda Lawrence’s Composition For Four Hands, a busybody neighbor manages to come away from a house of creepy crime with a Dresden lamp, an unrecognized clue, for the All Saints White Elephant Sale. “…do let us have it. I’m chairman this year, and it’s simply dreadful the way people won’t give us things.” A short time later she’s at home, lamp in hand and, “measuring the table tops with speculative eyes,” until her son tells her to, “… give the White Elephant Sale a buck and tell the All Saints ladies you took a piece of junk off their hands.” Margaret

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    1. Excellent conribution. I've read this within the past few years, and have zero memory of it, so thanks for pointing it out.

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  5. Found this old photo of a bran tub on Google, searched for "lucky dip bran tub" and found several pics. Also called a bran pie, apparently! https://the-history-girls.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-past-as-lucky-dip-by-jane-borodale.html

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  6. https://www.prints-online.com/lucky-dip-bran-tub-14291913.html is a bit older, but they probably didn't change much for a while.

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    1. Thanks both - excellent pictures from different eras. I didn't find anything as good as those in my searches

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  7. The little boy...what a strange thing.
    I remember Lucky Dip bags; possibly the Kinder Egg is its successor?

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    1. I know - it really was an odd event with the little boy, I've never quite made sense of it.
      Yes Kinder Egg is the same kind of hopeful chance, I guess

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