Even in Fairacre, change is inevitable and unpredictable.
Some readers love the Fairacre books because they see it as a place that never changes. I love them for the author's skill in showing how life has changed and continues to change in a remote English village. Life has improved in many ways, but even benevolent changes have unexpected side-effects.
This book was published in the late 1950's when England was in the midst of revolutionary upheavals. The Labour Party government made sweeping changes to improve life for working families. The National Health Service was initiated, money was poured into education, and there was a push to build affordable housing. Life improved for many people, including most of the inhabitants of Fairacre.
We see the changes through the eyes of the narrator, Miss Read, headmistress of a two-room Church of England school in the village of Fairacre. Miss Read is notable for her intelligence, her common sense, her sardonic humor, and her deep understanding of human nature. Like Agatha Christie's Miss Marple, she learned about life from living in a village. Village life throws together people from all social and economic classes. And teaching is a career that's perfect for an observant woman. NO ONE knows more about what's going on than a teacher. You have no secrets from your child's teachers!
Miss Read has seen changes in her twenty years of teaching and even more through the eyes of her friend and predecessor Dolly Clare. Ironically, it's quiet, gentle Miss Clare (born during Victoria's reign) who spiritedly defends the good things that changes have brought to Fairacre. In the "Good Old Days", she taught children who were hungry, ill-clothed, neglected, and sometimes abused. She's seen the improvements that the much-criticized "nanny state" has brought to working families and she applauds them.
But no law can bring about the Utopia that reformers aim for. Some people are smarter than others or harder-working or more frugal. The "cradle-to-grave" safety net offers more benefits for some than others. Young people who can work enjoy higher salaries. But those who are closer to the grave than the cradle struggle with tiny pensions and inflation. Miss Read is horrified to learn that her friend and mentor Dolly Clare is one of those in need. But how can her friends aid this proud woman who has given so much without expecting (or wanting) anything in return?
Miss Read loves the older villagers who still live simply and whose wide range of talents come from times when necessity really WAS the mother of invention. Her two-room, fifty-student school does some things very well, but she knows that children bused to the large "comprehensive" schools in nearby towns enjoy some advantages that her students lack. She must try to do her best for her students while doing battle with school inspectors and newly-trained teachers with grandiose, impractical ideas. Sometimes simple is best.
And Miss Read has a life outside the classroom. She cherishes her friends and neighbors, but she guards her independence and solitude, too. Nature is said to abhor a vacuum and society is horrified by an "old maid." There are feuds and disagreements aplenty in Fairacre, but the village is united in their urgency to find Miss Read a suitable husband. Mrs. Pringle insists that "love makes the world go 'round" but Miss Read likes her world just the way it is. In the end, her strong will prevails.
Fairacre is a quiet place, but villagers are adept at entertaining themselves. The saga of the Women's Institute's history pageant is hilarious and touching. It's a testament to the organizational brilliance of the local vicar's wife and the fundamental good nature of the villagers that they can overcome great obstacles to stage an event that will be talked about until it's time for next year's pageant.
Fairacre is far from stagnant. The Queen never drops in, but otherwise it's a microcosm of English life in the middle of the last century. This is the second book in the series and one of the best. If you haven't met Miss Read and her neighbors, you're missing a treat.