Let me say from the outset that Lark Rise is a wonderful book. Many of you will have heard of Lark Rise to Candleford but you may not know (as I didn’t) that the latter is a compilation of author Flora Thompson’s three books: Lark Rise, Over to Candleford and Candleford Green. In fact I bought both because I thought the latter was a sequel. I don’t regret this, however, because the two volumes I bought, both published by the Folio Society, are very different in format. Lark Rise contains a good number of photographs featuring not only Flora and her family but village life from fin de siècle north Oxfordshire in general. Lark Rise to Candleford in contrast, has drawn illustrations. These are very good, but to have both drawings and photos is even better.
Flora Jane Timms was born in Juniper Hill, Oxfordshire (often shortened to Oxon in the UK) in 1876. The place of her birth was a small hamlet rather than a village – it had houses and an inn but not much else – the residents had to go to the nearest village for church, school and post office.
Flora was different from the majority of her fellows: she loved books and poetry, and was somewhat quiet and not ‘in’ with the other children. This meant she was not as involved in some of the life going on around her but she was watching and listening, and remembered everything.
She read a lot and always wanted to write, and in her later life she wrote an article about her childhood which was published in The Lady magazine in 1937. It was so good she was asked to submit more articles, and later the publisher suggested she send them to Oxford University Press to be made into a book – and Lark Rise was born. It was very well received so she wrote the two further memoirs, though names were changed, presumably for legal reasons. She was by now an elderly lady in poor health, and passed away in 1947. Luckily, we can enjoy her reminiscences in perpetuity; like many people, I always regret not quizzing my grandparents more about their lives because I am sure many people living ordinary lives do, in fact, have terrific stories to tell, and these are so often lost to the world, sadly. What it is to be too busy to talk!
In this book, Flora treats us to a complete history of Juniper Hill (called Lark Rise in the book) in the 1880s: the adults, the work they did, their habits, their prejudices, their clothes, their skills and their way of living; the children, their games and songs, the school and church they attended, and the fashions of the time. Mostly agricultural workers, most were very poor and lived a hand-to-mouth existence – but were generally happy. Flora seems to have had a very modern eye because she makes several comments comparing that time with ‘these days’ that were made in the late 1930s and early ‘40s that do not sound out of place now.
At that time and place life was changing rapidly. Machines were beginning to do the work of men, the government introduced compulsory schooling (thank goodness), social mores and views were changing and the ancient pastoral life was giving way to modernity, albeit slowly.
I found this book not only a joy to read but an eye-opener into late Victorian life. It puts other histories or novels you may have read (Hardy, Trollope, Dickens) into perspective and brings a sense of how ordinary country folk really lived their lives, in a way that feels real and authentic rather than just reading about ‘history’. I loved it and will read it again.
As I said earlier in this review, this Folio Society edition contains a good number of contemporary photographs, and these add a lot to the overall impact of the book. Highly recommended.