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9780701184803 English 0701184809 An enchanting collection of weekly "pen-pal" letters, written between 1949 and 1961, from an unmarried woman who worked for Bournemouth Town Council to a wealthy Long Island widower, Commodore Bigelow. The letters are charming and nostalgic nuggets of social history from austerity Britain., Dear Mr Bigelow is an enchanting collection of weekly 'pen-pal' letters written over a twelve-year period (1949 to 1961) from an unmarried woman working in the Public Baths Department of Bournemouth Town Council to a wealthy American widower, Commodore Bigelow, living on Long Island, New York. They never met, and there was no romance u she was in her forties when he died aged ninety-eight u yet their epistolary friendship was her lifeline. The 'Saturday Specials' as Frances dubbed them, are brilliantly-packed missives from austerity Britain: nuggets of social history elegantly interspersed with comic interludes from her own life. We follow her travails at the Baths (and her dreadful boss Mr Bond); weekly Civil Defence Classes as the Cold War advances; her attempts to learn to drive and the escapades with her first car Hesperus; and meet many Bournemouth regulars, including Mac, Frances's ne'er-do-well (but much-loved) brother and Rosalind, Mr Bigelow's daughter who visits for holidays in the English drizzle. Most importantly we get to know Frances u and her deep affection for her Commodore pen-pal. Her letters to Mr Bigelow during his final illness offer a moving farewell, written in an era when people knew how to express their feelings with an elegance, wit and charm, free from the text-message cliches of today., Dear Mr Bigelow is an enchanting selection of weekly �pen-pal� letters written between 1949 and 1961 from an unmarried woman working at the Public Baths in Bournemouth, to a wealthy American widower, living on Long Island, New York. Frances Woodsford and Commodore Paul Bigelow never met, and there was no romance � she was in her forties when he died aged ninety-seven � yet their epistolary friendship was her lifeline. The �Saturday Specials� as Frances dubbed them, are brilliantly-packed missives, sparked with comic genius, from post-war England. We follow her travails at the Baths (and her ghastly boss Mr Bond); the hilarious weekly Civil Defence Classes as the Cold War advances; her attempts to shake off Dr Russell, an unwanted suitor; life at home with Mother, and Mac, her charming ne�er-do-well brother; and escapades in their jointly-owned car, a 1934 Ford 8 called Hesperus.Most importantly, we get to know Frances � and her deep affection for Mr Bigelow. She started to write to him as a way of thanking his daughter for the clothes and food parcels she sent. But what had begun as a good turn offered Frances the chance to escape a trying job, and to expound with elegance, wit and gusto, on topical subjects from home and abroad, bringing us a beady commentary on her life and times that leaps vividly from the page. Her letters to Mr Bigelow during his final illness are a tender and moving farewell, a touching conclusion to a unique record., Dear Mr Bungalowis an enchanting selection of weekly "pen-pal" letters written between 1949 and 1961 from an unmarried woman working at the Pier Approach Baths in Bourne mouth, to a wealthy American widower, living on Long Island, New York. Frances Woods ford and Commodore Paul Bridgetown never met, and there was no romance--she was in her forties when he died aged ninety-seven--yet their epistolary friendship was her lifeline. The "Saturday Specials" as Frances dubbed them, are brilliantly-packed missives, sparked with comic genius, from post-war England. We follow her travails at the Baths (and her ghastly boss Mr. Bond); the hilarious weekly Civil Defense classes as the Cold War advances; her attempts to shake off Dr. Russell, an unwanted suitor; life at home with Mother, and Mac, her charming ne'er-do-well brother; and, escapades in their jointly-owned car, a 1934 Ford 8 called Hesperus. Most importantly, we get to know Frances--and her deep affection for Mr. Bigelow. She started to write to him as a way of thanking his daughter for the clothes and food parcels she sent. But what had begun as a good turn offered Frances the chance to escape a trying job, and to expound with elegance, wit, and verve on topical subjects from home and abroad, bringing us a beady commentary on her life and times that leaps vividly from the page. Her letters to Mr. Bigelow during his final illness are a tender and moving farewell, a touching conclusion to a unique record., This is a collection of weekly 'pen-pal' letters written between 1949 and 1961 from an unmarried woman working at the public baths in Bournemouth, to a wealthy American widower, living on Long Island, New York.
9780701184803 English 0701184809 An enchanting collection of weekly "pen-pal" letters, written between 1949 and 1961, from an unmarried woman who worked for Bournemouth Town Council to a wealthy Long Island widower, Commodore Bigelow. The letters are charming and nostalgic nuggets of social history from austerity Britain., Dear Mr Bigelow is an enchanting collection of weekly 'pen-pal' letters written over a twelve-year period (1949 to 1961) from an unmarried woman working in the Public Baths Department of Bournemouth Town Council to a wealthy American widower, Commodore Bigelow, living on Long Island, New York. They never met, and there was no romance u she was in her forties when he died aged ninety-eight u yet their epistolary friendship was her lifeline. The 'Saturday Specials' as Frances dubbed them, are brilliantly-packed missives from austerity Britain: nuggets of social history elegantly interspersed with comic interludes from her own life. We follow her travails at the Baths (and her dreadful boss Mr Bond); weekly Civil Defence Classes as the Cold War advances; her attempts to learn to drive and the escapades with her first car Hesperus; and meet many Bournemouth regulars, including Mac, Frances's ne'er-do-well (but much-loved) brother and Rosalind, Mr Bigelow's daughter who visits for holidays in the English drizzle. Most importantly we get to know Frances u and her deep affection for her Commodore pen-pal. Her letters to Mr Bigelow during his final illness offer a moving farewell, written in an era when people knew how to express their feelings with an elegance, wit and charm, free from the text-message cliches of today., Dear Mr Bigelow is an enchanting selection of weekly �pen-pal� letters written between 1949 and 1961 from an unmarried woman working at the Public Baths in Bournemouth, to a wealthy American widower, living on Long Island, New York. Frances Woodsford and Commodore Paul Bigelow never met, and there was no romance � she was in her forties when he died aged ninety-seven � yet their epistolary friendship was her lifeline. The �Saturday Specials� as Frances dubbed them, are brilliantly-packed missives, sparked with comic genius, from post-war England. We follow her travails at the Baths (and her ghastly boss Mr Bond); the hilarious weekly Civil Defence Classes as the Cold War advances; her attempts to shake off Dr Russell, an unwanted suitor; life at home with Mother, and Mac, her charming ne�er-do-well brother; and escapades in their jointly-owned car, a 1934 Ford 8 called Hesperus.Most importantly, we get to know Frances � and her deep affection for Mr Bigelow. She started to write to him as a way of thanking his daughter for the clothes and food parcels she sent. But what had begun as a good turn offered Frances the chance to escape a trying job, and to expound with elegance, wit and gusto, on topical subjects from home and abroad, bringing us a beady commentary on her life and times that leaps vividly from the page. Her letters to Mr Bigelow during his final illness are a tender and moving farewell, a touching conclusion to a unique record., Dear Mr Bungalowis an enchanting selection of weekly "pen-pal" letters written between 1949 and 1961 from an unmarried woman working at the Pier Approach Baths in Bourne mouth, to a wealthy American widower, living on Long Island, New York. Frances Woods ford and Commodore Paul Bridgetown never met, and there was no romance--she was in her forties when he died aged ninety-seven--yet their epistolary friendship was her lifeline. The "Saturday Specials" as Frances dubbed them, are brilliantly-packed missives, sparked with comic genius, from post-war England. We follow her travails at the Baths (and her ghastly boss Mr. Bond); the hilarious weekly Civil Defense classes as the Cold War advances; her attempts to shake off Dr. Russell, an unwanted suitor; life at home with Mother, and Mac, her charming ne'er-do-well brother; and, escapades in their jointly-owned car, a 1934 Ford 8 called Hesperus. Most importantly, we get to know Frances--and her deep affection for Mr. Bigelow. She started to write to him as a way of thanking his daughter for the clothes and food parcels she sent. But what had begun as a good turn offered Frances the chance to escape a trying job, and to expound with elegance, wit, and verve on topical subjects from home and abroad, bringing us a beady commentary on her life and times that leaps vividly from the page. Her letters to Mr. Bigelow during his final illness are a tender and moving farewell, a touching conclusion to a unique record., This is a collection of weekly 'pen-pal' letters written between 1949 and 1961 from an unmarried woman working at the public baths in Bournemouth, to a wealthy American widower, living on Long Island, New York.