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Romany magazine

2005

THE MAGAZINE OF THE ROMANY SOCIETY

The ROMANY Society

Patron: President: Chairman: Mr Terry Waite CBE Mrs Romany Watt Mr Leslie Horton, 64 Buxton Road, High Lane, Stockport SK6 8BH. Telephone: 01663 763564

Vice-Chairman: Mrs Angela Gibson, Greengable, 3 Cedarway, Fulshaw Park, Wilmslow SK9 1QJ. Telephone: 01625 528266 Secretary: Treasurer: Publications: Mr John Thorpe, 10 Haslam Street, Chesham, Bury BL9 6EQ Telephone: 0161 764 7078 Mr Alistair King, 15 Albert Road, Wilmslow SK9 5HT Telephone: 01625 532296 Mr Phil Shelley, 35 Apollo Way, Netherton L30 7PH Telephone: 0151 526 2269 E-mail: [email protected] The Membership Secretary, 62 Thornton Avenue, Macclesfield SK11 7XL Ms Olive Ambrose, Mrs Olwen Gale, Mr John Moss Mrs Dorothy Moss, Mr Derick Wood

Membership: Committee:

Macclesfield Borough Council: Telephone: 01625 504504. Fax: 01625 504515 E-mail: [email protected] Honorary Life members: The Reverend Roly Bain, Mr Simon Bain, Mr Toby Bain, Mr Keith Clifford, Mrs Jennie Crocker, Mr Keith Harrison, Mr Jack Hollinshead, Mr Arthur Kidd, Mr Jim Loveridge, Mrs Anne Raine, Mr David Raine, Mr Eric Robson, Mr Alan Titchmarsh, Mr Ben Watt

Contributions to the Magazine: The Editor thanks all those who have contributed to this magazine and invites all readers to send articles, poems, drawings, photographs, or any other item related to Romany which they consider to be suitable for inclusion in the 2006 edition, to Phil Shelley, address above. Deadline is the end of September 2006.

Subscriptions: Due on 1 May each year to the Membership Secretary Cheques payable to `The Romany Society".

The Romany Magazine - new series: Number 10, 2005 Printed for The Romany Society by Macclesfield Borough Council. Romany's Vardo: is cared for by Macclesfield Borough Council and can be found at South Drive, Wilmslow, Cheshire. It is open to view on the second Saturday in the month from May to September from 12 noon to 3.00pm when many of Romany's personal belongings are displayed inside.

From Our Patron

During the course of a year I travel thousands of miles throughout the world and as I write this article I am just back from spending the weekend at Hyde Park. No, not Speakers' Corner in London (although I have spoken on a soap box there, many years ago) but Hyde Park in the USA, which is the old country home of the late President Roosevelt. Several years ago I received one of the Roosevelt Four Freedom awards and this year I travelled to America for the Four Freedoms ceremony, when Bill Clinton was the main recipient. Members of the Romany Society may well be old enough to remember that Roosevelt gave the famous `Four Freedoms' speech following World War II. Freedom is increasingly under attack these days and it is certain that the next generation will not enjoy the freedoms that we have enjoyed during our lifetime. Real freedom comes from within, as I discovered during my years in captivity. However, other freedoms are vitally important. Just look at the ribbon development that is taking place alongside the motorways and main roads of the country. I frequently travel along the A14 and suddenly, in the middle of the loveliest countryside, there is a massive, and I mean massive, warehouse. There are plans afoot to flood the southeast of England with thousands of new houses and not too far from where I live in rural Suffolk a developer, if he has his way, will totally demolish three medieval villages and replace them with four thousand homes. Yes, of course we need new housing, but does anyone seriously believe that there is not more that can be done in our towns? The number of empty properties that there are above shops in London alone is huge. Yes, it needs imagination to convert them, but it could be done. The simple fact is that building new homes is more profitable for developers. Our countryside is under threat and wildlife, well, they face real threats. What can be done? Economic development is important but perhaps we ought to remember that a life is not just about economic advancement, but also about quality. Members of our Society, through learning the lessons taught to us by Romany so many years ago, know that we are deeply linked to the environment. Wildlife welfare is our welfare, and vice-versa, and their freedom, too, is threatened. We cannot go back in time but we can continue to assert lasting values. If you have a moment, and you have internet access, take a look at the World Wildlife Fund website. They are fighting for what you and I believe in.

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Finally, those who attended will certainly say that it was another wonderful weekend in Whitby, and many thanks to those who organised it. I really look forward to next year, perhaps in Cheshire, but wherever, I'm sure it will be as convivial as it always has been. Yours as ever, Terry Waite CBE

Our Chairman Writes

It was only as I began writing this message that I came to realise it is the tenth edition of our magazine. Consequently, I looked through the preceding nine, enjoying some nostalgic reading; what an exciting path our little Society has followed over those years. This year, the vardo open days have been a great success and the Majestic Owls continue to attract a crowd. Once more, I am grateful for the support of your Committee members, who give up their Saturdays to be at the vardo and answer visitors' questions. It is appropriate that I also thank Joyce and George Gelleburn, who, whilst no longer members of the Committee, are still to be found on open days with their photo display, jams, marmalades and chutneys, sold in aid of Society funds. It was particularly pleasing, therefore, to see them receive the Romany Society Member of the Year trophy: a solid bronze statuette of Raq. The team of Park Rangers, led by Brian Hallworth, also deserves a mention, as does Macclesfield Borough Council for its practical support. The members' weekend was once again held in the Whitby area and was so oversubscribed that for the first time a number of applications had to be rejected. Thanks go to Ray Hollands for organising the event, taking the strain from Phil Shelley. Phil has done a tremendous job over the years, for which we thank him. I have also to thank the Winterschladen family, in particular Jonathan and Viv, who allowed us to look around Romany Cottage, and George and Mary Swalwell who again entertained the entire group to lunch on the Sunday (see `Romany Society Weekend in North Yorkshire' ­ Ed.) Incidentally, it's worth mentioning that the Winterschladen's don't actually live in Romany Cottage, but they do live in Romany Road, further up the coast! Romany Watt, our President, whilst not as active in the Society as she would like, continues to take a strong interest in all we do. We wish her, and husband Tom, well in the coming year.

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Our Patron, Terry Waite, CBE, is always supportive, and again attended our weekend. He enjoys his time with us and has already confirmed his attendance for next year! Finally, 2006 will see the revitalisation of the garden surrounding the vardo in Wilmslow, including the re-facing of the memorial stone, which has suffered progressive frost-damage. On behalf of all the committee members, I wish you a happy Christmas and a healthy and prosperous 2006. Les Horton Open Day in the Romany Memorial Garden, May 2005, saw TV favourite, Denise Welch and her young son, meeting the chairman, Les Horton and the secretary, John Thorpe, at the the vardo.

The Reverend Father Ray The

Members of the Year Joyce and George Gelleburn

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The Reverend Father Ray Hollands has provided us with some wonderful bird illustrations for our magazine, and describes why he considers himself to be...

...Oh So Lucky!

I have previously written in this magazine about how great Romany's influence has been on my life, and now, content in all the things I have come to love so much because of Romany, I feel I would like to share these thoughts. Free, at last, of professional ties in London (I am a retired chartered surveyor as well as a priest) I have for the past couple of years been permanently resident in deepest west Dorset, where I have owned a cottage since the mid-seventies. For a country lover, finally to be living in such a beautiful rural setting is magnificent ­ a Romany-inspired dream fulfilled! When I first read the Romany books as a child in the London area, I only dreamed of seeing the birds Romany described. Now I count myself oh so lucky that I can sit in my own garden, look up, and see buzzards soaring majestically overhead, ravens with their unmistakably deep croak, the occasional sparrowhawk, very occasionally a peregrine, and this summer, even a hobby. In fact I have recorded over 50 species of bird either in, or flying over, the garden. I am also so very lucky that I can now devote time to my painting and in particular my bird studies. Some of my bird illustrations have been used for cards for the Crewkerne District RSPB Group and I regularly contribute bird drawings to their magazine. I notice from the last issue they now dub me `Our Resident Artist'. It occurred to me, therefore, that I might submit an example of my work for inclusion in this magazine, since Romany loved birds so much, and it was his enthusiasm for them that inspired me.

Illustrations by Ray Hollands Puffin and Peregrine Falcon

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Mavis Blackburn (see 2000 and 2004 magazines) has written this poem, with our hero in mind:

Harvest Time

Mists that drift away at dawn, waving barley, oats and corn. Farms alive with working men, gleaning fields in the glen. Apples, raspberries, damsons, plums, rich in colour as ripeness comes. Wives make jam and apple pies, children romp with happy cries. The harvest moon, with golden glow kisses abundance here below. Happy memories turn us back to thoughts of Romany and Raq

Our annual weekend in `Romany Country' was spent in the Whitby area. Here is Phil Shelley's account of another happy time spent in genial company:

The 2005 Romany Society Weekend in North Yorkshire

Friday 7th October saw the beginning of our annual pilgrimage to one of the areas beloved by Romany. Lynn and I were particularly excited, as we love the North Yorkshire Moors, and we knew that our experience would be enhanced by the presence of our fellow Romany enthusiasts. All through the afternoon and into the evening the pilgrims arrived at the White House Hotel from almost all corners of the kingdom. It was heartening to note that some new faces were present, as word spreads that we are a warm and friendly bunch. Dinner provided the chance to catch up with old friends, and the opportunity to make new ones. We were briefly joined by our weekend guides, George, Mary and Sue Swalwell, who were on their way to a family celebration. Towards the end of the evening, Ray Hollands, who was instrumental in organising our event, gave the weary travellers their orders for the following day.

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Herring gull ­ by Brenda Barnes

Grey skies greeted us on a rather cold and windy morning. Undaunted, however, we drove a short distance to the Sleights area, where we were to visit the farm where Romany's vardo had resided for several years. Well wrapped against the breeze and threatening rain, we descended the hillside to the ruins of the miner's cottage, where Eunice, Glyn and June had stayed, while Romany, hardy soul, had slept in his tent, with Raq at his side. Many of us were struck by Romany's careful selection of this site, as there wasn't a breath of wind to be felt and the air was several degrees warmer! George regaled us with tales of his adventures with Romany, and every person there learned at least one thing they hadn't previously known. There must still be so many people with personal memories that remain, as yet, unrecorded; all like pieces of a vast jigsaw puzzle, some missing forever, others yet to be found. The hardy descended further to the river bank to view the badger setts, so well-known to Romany. Imagine our disappointment to find that, since our last visit in 2002, all trace has now disappeared. It's hard to imagine a natural abandonment of this ancient settlement; sadly man's interference seems much more likely. On the way back up the hillside I took a call on my mobile phone from a reporter working for the Yorkshire Post. Our Patron, Terry Waite, was to join us later that day (a prior engagement preventing his presence on Friday) and, as usual, this was creating some interest.

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We met Terry at the Victoria Farm Garden Centre, where the resourceful Ray had organised lunch; and a real home-made affair it was, with a great array of sandwiches, savouries and cakes, washed down with plenty of tea and coffee. Terry had arrived some time before us, and in his usual way had befriended the proprietor, who was delighted that Terry had set a trend in purchasing a very reasonably-priced walking stick. I am happy to report that the Romany Society then proceeded to almost clear the centre of its entire stock of sticks! On then to Sandsend, where, once more, Jonathan and Vivian Winterschladen entertained us at Romany Cottage. This was a first visit for many, including Terry, and we were heartened to hear that the family has no intention of changing things. Whilst some may describe the cottage as `primitive,' it remains virtually unaltered since Romany's time. One feels that whilst modernisation could improve creature comforts, it would be at the expense of a total change of atmosphere; and the ghost of Raq, which is occasionally to be heard running down the stairs, might be forever lost! In the late afternoon, all members who had caused trouble the previous evening, were punished by being forced to listen to my illustrated talk, `Romany, the story of an extraordinary naturalist'; let that be a lesson to you all! Our Patron hosted the Gala Dinner, with George and Mary as honoured guests. In his after-dinner speech, Terry praised the work of farmers such as George, and highlighted how important they were in the Romany story. He was critical of successive governments in their abandonment of the farming community, and their belated recognition of the very environmental issues that Romany had warned about over seventy years before, at a time when being green had yet to become fashionable. Our evening concluded with an extensive raffle, presided over by Terry, whose humour added greatly to the task. Sunday morning's weather was much improved as we joined the congregation of Sleights Methodist Church, for Sunday worship. Afterwards, we were treated to refreshments, and met several of the congregation who had known Romany. Terry took a press call at the orchard-site of Romany's vardo, and we met a local man who remembered the time when the caravan had also rested at Carr End Farm, directly opposite the church. This was previously unknown to us, and certainly Eunice makes no mention of it in the biography of her husband.

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Finally, George and Mary invited the entire party back to `Dunfarmin,' their lovely home in Sleights. With their dining-room table groaning under the weight of food, we all felt it our duty to relieve the pressure on the table legs; after all, we didn't want it to collapse, did we? Terry, George and I gave a lengthy telephone interview to the Yorkshire Post (a subsequent report appearing there), and then it was time for a last `team photo' on the porch, and the happy party broke up (until next year, of course!). We have great plans for a possible Cheshire-based reunion for 2006.

Jack Smith recounts the story of his first view of:

Flash the Kingfisher

I must have been about eleven years old when I saw my first kingfisher; that is a live one, I mean. I had read about them in Romany books, but had never seen any but a stuffed one in a bell-jar in Old John's window, off his front room. You could see it from the footpath that ran past the front of his house, which was one of three facing Elton Reservoir, situated between Radcliffe and Bury. They were known as `High Bank,' and commanded a view over the reservoir. I suppose at the time Old John would be about the age I am now: seventy five. He and his wife were seen as a little eccentric. In the summertime they vacated their house and lived in what they called a `shack,' which was a large shed in their

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back garden. A bit like Romany, I suppose, only the shack had no wheels! There were hens penned in the garden, and quite a number of cats wandered about. I would call on them when I had been on my nature walks around the reservoir, and we would chat about what I had seen. There was plenty of wildlife in the area, and fortunately, there still is. I recall on one particular day I had seen a snipe, and I told John it was in flight, making a funny noise when flying up and down. He told me that the noise was known as `drumming,' and it was to attract a mate. It is caused by the air rushing through its tail feathers. I then asked if I could see the kingfisher in the window, so he took me into the front room. I recall telling him that it was a beautiful bird; electric blue with orange on the breast. He told me that Topsy, one of his cats, had brought it home. Luckily the plumage was largely undamaged, and even in the jar it looked so lifelike, but sadly was still not what I really wanted to see ­ a live bird. However, some months later I was by the canal where we lads used to go fishing for sticklebacks, close to a pub called `The Farmer's Arms.' It was here that a brook used to run into the canal, and there was a high wall with a ledge built on the inside. The whole area was surrounded by trees; a lovely spot for tiddler fishing, with a bent pin and a jam-jar. Although I was usually with a group of boys, I was alone on this occasion. It was so quiet and peaceful, with the tinkle of the brook, the sound of the breeze in the trees, and the hum of insects in the air. Then, all at once, with a flash of blue, the living gem landed a mere six feet away from me. What a view! A few seconds later and it was off, but that moment has stayed with me for over sixty years. John Keats' lines remind me so much of the time I first saw `Flash the kingfisher:' `A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing'

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Les Horton describes a visit to one of Romany's old churches:

King Cross Methodist Church, Halifax

Romany was Minister at King Cross where he was affectionately known as `Bram', from September 1929 until his retirement in 1939. The family initially lived in the nearby manse, quickly becoming an intrinsic part of the King Cross community. However, it was soon obvious that the manse was structurally unsafe, and they relocated to Rothwell Road, where, for the first time in his life, Romany was able to enjoy the luxury of a garden he could call his own. Quite some time ago member Les Sissons, the then Minister of King Cross, invited the Committee to attend Harvest Festival, but moved elsewhere before this could be realised. Eventually, with King Cross having had such a long and important association with Romany, Phil Shelley, John Thorpe, Dorothy and John Moss, and I were delighted to finally represent the Romany Society at a service held in October 2005. John Moss, although confessing to being a little nervous, led some very heartfelt and personal prayers. The part of the service normally reserved for the sermon was given over to Phil, who gave a condensed version of his now legendary presentation on Romany's life, using state-of-the-art technology. Phil was at his brilliant best talking to the congregation, and many people later thanked him personally for his talk. Following the service there were refreshments and time to talk to folk who had personal memories of Romany's time at the church. Sadly, we were to learn that King Cross will close at the beginning of 2007, the final service taking place on Sunday 7th January. This underlines the importance of our work in preserving, where possible, places and artefacts associated with Romany before it is too late. You can be sure that our Society will be represented at that final service.

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Unusually, the author of this piece wishes to remain anonymous. His article is important, as he was the person responsible for overseeing the restoration of both the vardo and the Romany Memorial Garden in Wilmslow.

Reminiscences of an Old Man!

`Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh...' In the days of my youth, the evil days had already arrived. War was upon us and the situation was critical. Dunkirk had been evacuated, the `Few' had defeated the Luftwaffe, Rommel had chased the Eighth Army back to Egypt, and the United States sat blissfully on the fence. Food was in short supply, there were no sweets or chocolate, clothing had to be `make do and mend,' and children's amusements were few and far between. There were gas masks, ration books and the blackout. We all had an identity card, which makes one wonder what the fuss is about today! All together it was a drear time and not a period to go through again. Bright spots did, however, gleam through the gloom from time-to-time. The `William' books were occasionally available from the library. Written by Richmal Crompton, they were the `Harry Potter' books of the age, but, I have to say, much better composed. Then there was the wireless; a sort of wooden box, with a loudspeaker, but, of course, no screen. Several comedy programmes were broadcast on a regular basis, but the highlight of the week was `Out with Romany,' with Aunties Muriel and Doris. It is difficult to express in today's terms the impact this programme had on the young people of the time. Nor was its effect restricted to the young. In many households, including ours, the entire family gathered round in total silence and listened, and the content was discussed at length afterwards. During 1941, Romany actually came to a nearby school and, for over an hour, to a jam-packed audience, he talked and made charcoal drawings. For me it was absolutely fascinating to see him in person and to hear first-hand the wonderful things he had to say. In 1943 he was invited again to the same school. A similar audience eagerly awaited the lecture scheduled for 7.30 pm. At twenty minutes to eight, the Headmaster, Mr Hogg, came on stage. He asked everyone to stand and then announced that Romany had died that day! After two minutes' silence, the crowd dispersed in total shock.

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It was the end of an era. Nomad, who replaced him, wasn't the same ­ he never could be. The following year my parents, my brother, and I made the journey from our home in Ashton to Wilmslow, the first time I had ever been to the town. It rained! Nevertheless, we did meet Mrs Evens at her home in Parkway. We were shown round the garden, and above all, met Raq. But it was a sad tribute and a wet day, and the journey home was wet, miserable, and lengthy. The dream was over ­ or perhaps it wasn't. The years passed by and on leaving Ashton Grammar School in 1950, I resisted all attempts to persuade me to follow a career in electronics, instead securing an apprenticeship in gardening with Ashton Borough Council, much to the dismay of my family. After steadily working my way up to securing the post of Deputy Parks and Cemetery Superintendent with Wilmslow Urban District Council, I arrived there in October 1965, having forgotten about Romany and my visit some twenty-two years previously. Muriel planting a tree with

Mr Mathers and Mr Evison

To my utter amazement, I soon discovered that amongst my many duties was responsibility for the maintenance of Romany's vardo! In those days it was situated in the grounds of Green Hall, just opposite Romany's former home, in Parkway. I found it to be in a poor state of repair, with the wheels buried up to the axles in the ground. A cosmetic renovation was carried out on the worst-affected timbers, and it was repainted. It was then replaced on a new concrete base, laid over with crazy paving. Then in 1974, with local government re-organisation, and subsequently the unfortunate destruction by fire of Green Hall, it was decided to relocate the vardo. I was given a free hand to salvage as much of the original Romany Memorial Garden as possible. More funds were made available and a more substantial

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renovation of the vardo was carried out. I also organised tree and shrub planting and the construction of the present footpath. Unfortunately the original memorial trees planted by Muriel, Doris and Mrs Evens were far too old and large to move, so new trees of the same species were selected. I retired in 1984, and this severed my association with the project, although I note that further renovation work has taken place since then. A fitting memorial to a man who gave so much pleasure to a former generation? I think not... well, perhaps ­ but I feel his memorial is in today's wildlife programmes on television, with their slick presenters and skilled camera operators. Romany would have liked that. After all, he was the first!

Here is another original piece of Romany writing, unpublished since its first airing in 1943 in the Yorkshire Post. It is likely that this is the last thing ever written by Romany, as it was sent to the newspaper a matter of weeks before his death.

The Art of Training a Dog

While passing through some marshy ground with the gamekeeper, the dogs flushed a snipe. It rose into the air and with terrific speed heeled over like an aeroplane banking, first to the left, then to the right. "It would take a good shot to get that artful dodger," I remarked. "But it's not quite artful enough," was Jim's reply. "It turns left, then right, too regularly." He meant, of course, that if its flight were a bit more erratic it would be far more difficult to hit. Though Raq seems to me to be obedient compared with many dogs, he always shows up rather badly when I take him out with Jim and his retriever. Bess contentedly trots along with her nose behind Jim's left knee, and even if he turns unexpectedly she always gets out of his way promptly. Raq keeps behind me very reluctantly and never can resist dashing in on a rabbit if he suddenly sees one. "You took a lot of trouble training her," I said, complimenting Jim. He nodded. "She was always biddable," he replied. "She comes of good stock, so it wasn't difficult to train her. She sort of took to it from t'start."

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When I asked him how he trained her to keep to heel so well, he said with a laugh, "Patience, more patience, and a stone wall." He went on to say that generally he started to train his pups when they were six months old. "Mind you," he added, "I don't let 'em do what they likes before then. If a pup keeps jumpin' up and pawin' me I tap him smartly on t'nose and say `No!' And what's more I allus use t'same words of command. It's no use saying' `No!' at one time and `Get down' the next ­ that confuses a dog," he added. "What about the stone wall?" I reminded him. "Oh, well, I put the pup on a lead and carry a light willow stick in my right hand and then take it out where there's a good wall. I keep him against the wall and then walk so close to it that he can't push in front of me. If he pushes his nose in front of my leg, I squeeze him back and say `Heel,' and pull the lead steadily backwards." "And give him a tap with the stick, I suppose?" "No, I keep that for when he crosses over to my right side ­ I don't hurt him, of course. I take him out on the lead that way mebbe half a dozen times. Then I take him without the lead and just use the stick as a reminder. I keep a bit of well-cooked liver in my pocket, and when he does well I give him a bit. It's better to reward a dog than thrash him." "But how is it that some dogs never seem to learn, no matter what you do?" I asked. "That's because they weren't trained early enough. You can't expect a twelvemonth-old dog suddenly to obey you if he's been allowed to do as he likes since he was a pup. When I see a badly behaved dog I blame his master, who's been too soft or too lazy to make the pup obey." When Jim left me and walked along the woodland track leading to his cottage, it was a treat to see Bess walking sedately behind him with a low rhythmic wagging of her tail. Scores of enticing scents must have been luring her at every step, but, being a well-trained dog, she resisted them all.

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Stop Press...

A very recent phone call to Les Horton comfirmed our worst fears that the Methodist Central Hall in Carlisle is to close. By the time you read this magazine, the final service will have taken place on 4th December. The Romany Society was represented by a number of Committee members, and a fuller article in our 2006 magazine will close the final chapter on the building's 82-year history.

The Romany Society on the Web

Our web site is definitely worth a visit if you can log on to the internet. Even if you have visited before, there are usually updates every few months, so another look is recommended. The address is www.romanysociety.org.uk

BACK-ISSUES OF OUR MAGAZINE Back copies of the 1996 through to 2004 magazines are available from Phil Shelley at £1 each (the earlier years are now in short supply). Please enclose a stamped, self-addressed envelope, 10" x 7" , or larger, and mail to: 35 Apollo Way, Netherton L30 7PH. Where more than one magazine is ordered, please take this into account when affixing stamps. Do not make cheques payable to Phil: they should be payable to `The Romany Society.' THERE'S MORE! A revised and comprehensive book list, together with a flyer containing details of all the Society's merhcnadise (badges, garments, postcards, videos etc) of interest to members is available from our Honorary Secretary: John Thorpe, 10 Haslam Street, Chesham, Bury BL9 6EQ.

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Romany Bibliography

Books by and about Romany: By ROMANY (G Bramwell Evens): A Romany in the Fields Epworth Press 1929 A Romany and Raq Epworth Press 1930 A Romany in the Country Epworth Press 1932 A Romany on the Trail Epworth Press 1934 Out with Romany University of London Press 1937 Out with Romany Again University of London Press 1938 Out with Romany Once More University of London Press 1940 Out with Romany by the Sea University of London Press 1941 Out with Romany by Meadow and Stream University of London Press 1942 Out with Romany by Moor and Dale University of London Press 1944 In addition, E J Arnold & Son published Walks with Romany (Broadcast Echoes No 25 [undated], cloth back) and the University of London Press published eight Romany Readers in 1951 (cloth back): 1. 2. 3. 4. Hotchi the Hedgehog Smut the Hare Flash the Fox Spook the Barn-owl 5. 6. 7. 8. Pete and Prue the Partridges Nick the Weasel Billy the Squirrel Sleek the Otter

The Epworth Press published A Romany and Raq as Koala No. 4 and A Romany in the Fields as a Koala Paperback No. 7 in 1958. By ROMANY'S SON (Glyn K Evens) Romany, Muriel and Doris University of London Press 1939 Romany Turns Detective University of London Press 1949 Romany on the Farm Epworth Press 1952 Romany's Caravan Returns Epworth Press 1953 By ROMANY'S WIFE (Mrs Eunice Evens) Through the Years with Romany University of London Press 1946 By ROMANY'S FRIEND (H L Gee) The Spirit of Romany St Hugh's Press, London 1949

All of the above editions are out of print but the Society operates a book service which tries to offer as many second-hand publications as possible at reasonable prices. Please call Les Horton (01663 763564) with your Romany book requirements. Note that the cloth-backed books are almost impossible to obtain.

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