The Other Side of Stone by Linda Cracknell

The Other Side of Stone by Linda Cracknell was published in 2021 by Taproot Press. The time switches between 1831, 1913, 1990, 2003, 2006 and 2019, but it’s never confusing. It’s a quick read at just 146 pages, I think it’s really well written. The setting is rural Perthshire. It is a novella although some people have described it as a collection of linked short stories.

It begins with a stonemason cutting the keystone of a Perthshire woollen mill, he chisels the date 1831 into it, but on the inside face that nobody will ever see he carves a secret mark.

Basically this is the history of a building over the years, from its beginning to its end. We often say when we’re in old buildings “if walls could talk” and that’s really what Linda Cracknell has done in this book. The woollen mill has seen strikes and strife particularly in 1913 when they are so disgruntled that immigration to Canada seems like a good move to some. But the wife of one of the mill workers just hopes to get her husband to sign papers to allow her to be able to train as a nurse, she needs his permission and it looks like he’s never going to give it. She becomes a suffragette which gains her husband a lot of sympathy  – from the drunken men anyway.

In the later years the mill’s fortunes decline, as almost all of them did, until the land it was built on is returned to an agricultural use again, and a circle of some sort has been completed.

 

 

 

The High House by Honor Arundel

The High House by Honor Arundel was published in 1967 and I suppose it was aimed at young teenage girls. Although Arundel was born in Wales she married a Scot and set a lot of her books in Scotland. In The High House she wastes absolutely no time in getting rid of those pesky parents, as all good children’s authors do. At the beginning we’re told that the parents have been killed in a car crash. Their children Emma and Richard have never even met their Aunt Patsy before as she lives in London and they live in Edinburgh. Then Aunt Laura and Uncle Edward arrive from Exeter. The aunts are very different from each other.

The children are given the option of splitting up and staying with an aunt each or being put into a ‘home’ together. They can’t bear the thought of an orphanage. Emma plumps for Aunt Patsy and moves to Edinburgh. Patsy is very artistic and is a freelance designer. It’s not long before Emma thinks she has chosen the wrong aunt. Patsy is very untidy and disorganised, money is always a problem, it’s feast or famine as Patsy is always waiting for payment on her latest project. But the letters that Emma gets from her brother Richard make it clear that he’s not enjoying life at all with Aunt Laura  who has a boring son that he has nothing in common with, and she’s the opposite from Patsy, too tidy and controlling.

When Emma starts school in Edinburgh she decides not to tell anyone about her parents, she can’t stand the thought of everyone being sorry for her. It’s a very different atmosphere from her school in England. She’s horrified when she realises that the pupils can get the belt (tawse) from the teachers as a punishment. When Emma stands up for another girl who has been belted by the maths teacher it leads to a change for the better in the relationship between aunt and niece.

This was a very quick read at just 124 pages but it’s enjoyable and as it’s over 50 years old it’s a piece of social history now. Kids don’t get the belt in Scottish schools nowadays for one thing.

 

 

Some Scottish Social History

Rebecca Reads has been reading Round About a Pound a Week by Maude Pember Reeves and I’m hoping that I can get it through my library because it sounds like a fascinating read for anyone interested in social history, you can read her very interesting post on it here.

I think that if you’re born in Glasgow, as I was at the back end of the 1950s, then you grow up with the knowledge that it was the most deprived area in the whole of western Europe, possibly it still is. In the 1960s there were over 3 million people living in the city and the population of the whole of Scotland was 5 million.

Earlier in the century the young people from the Highlands went there for work as did a large part of the population of Ireland, so it just wasn’t possible to cope with the numbers. Even before all that happened the housing stock was very poor with large families having to live in one room. The lucky ones had a sink and running water in it, otherwise they had to share a sink on the communal stair landing and the toilet was outside around the back and shared by who knew how many people. It’s no wonder that disease was rife.

Things didn’t get any better over the years what with the depression and then World War II when so many buildings were bombed. My own great-grandmother was killed by a Nazi bomb and she had been widowed early in life and brought up her 4 wee girls on her own with no help from anyone. In fact she was excommunicated from the Roman Catholic church for refusing to give a priest money for the poor, she wondered who could have been poorer than her. She had already given him money twice that week and his breath smelled of whisky!!

My mother’s friend moved from Ireland to a town outside Glasgow in the 1950s and she was already married with 4 children. She and her family had to share one room with another Irish couple who also had 4 children. By the time that one family got a room all to themselves the women had both had 2 more kids each! How they managed that I don’t know, there certainly couldn’t have been any privacy. Those hovels were pulled down in the late 1960s. Mrs. M eventually had 10 kids which was regarded as a normal sized family, I knew one woman with 17 children.

Thankfully those days are gone and although it’s practically impossible for people to get a council house nowadays, thanks to Maggie Thatcher who allowed most of them to be sold off, people who are unemployed don’t have to worry about rent because it is paid for them, even if they have a private landlord.

Anyway, back to Rebecca’s post. Around about a pound a week was apparently what many families in 1910 were having to survive on, and it equates to £75 today. The money had to cover food, clothing, rent, in fact everything. Some people have commented that unemployment benefit nowadays is only £65 per week but I think that that is being a bit unfair to the poverty stricken people of 1910. Nowadays you would have to add in the cost of your housing as you will get your rent paid. People with children also receive child benefit and a large amount of money each year per child for school uniforms.

In fact if you are a lone parent and you are unemployed nowadays then you are actually better off than many families with working parents. When my children were small it was a big shock to my single parent friend when she realised that although my husband had a good job in a supposedly decently paid profession, her benefits amounted to more than his earnings.

I never thought that I would ever agree with a Tory government but I have to say that I agree with them completely when they say that no family with working parent(s) should be worse off than a family on benefits.