Six accomplished sisters! And only two were avowed Nazis. A parent could only dream!
As we delve more deeply into this year's theme of “Letters, Journals, Diaries,” I think it will be interesting to explore the idea of how technology will affect the work of historians and fans alike in the future in their understanding of individual thinkers and artists. Do members of the younger generation still keep written diaries or journals? Do they put pen to paper to write a letter or even a note? Letters and even birthday wishes to my own three sisters are all in a cloud somewhere and therefore completely lost once I forget my email password. And though, unlike the Mitfords, these will not be of interest to anyone going forward, wouldn't you just love to read Kamala's texts to her sister?
I look forward to seeing you all on Wednesday! x Jacquie
Laura's Minutes Members gathered at Sharon DeLevie’s home for a terrific not-lunch, climaxed by warm scones, to set the proper British mood for the presentation to follow.
Minutes were read from the meeting of September 25, and the treasurer's report was given. The first of our booklet corrections had Laura passing out little cards to be scotch taped into the booklet, so we really do have a February 26 meeting with Constance presenting at Carla’s home.
Joanna’s presentation is titled: “The Mitfords: Six Sisters and Thousands of Letters.” She began by introducing the family, mentioning the land, connections, and the fact there was very little money. Joanna first found the Mitfords during the pandemic, by reading two novels by Nancy Mitford. The novels explore family stories of a big, bustling family like and unlike the actual Mitford clan.
The father, David, did not believe in education for the girls, so they were educated by governesses and tutors at the various homes they lived in. The one brother, Tom, did go to boarding school, and hence is not much on the scene.
A wonderful part of Joanna’s presentation was the guide to the six sisters given to each member, so we could get to know them in a brief fashion, before we started reading their letters to one another.
Nancy, the writer, spent much of her adult life in France. During the war, she flirted with socialism and fascism, but then became a staunch Gaullist for the rest of her days.
Pamela, the country girl, married a physicist, cooked splendidly, and produced no children. After living briefly with two women in Switzerland, she returned to England and became a poultry expert.
Diana, the beauty, admired Adolf Hitler, and served time in prison during WWII for it, spending the rest of the war under house arrest. She was married to Carlos Mosely, the fascist leader. After the war, they lived in Ireland, finally settling in France.
Unity, so smitten with Hitler and the Nazis, moved to Germany. An unsuccessful attempt at suicide when war was declared between Germany and Britain led to her profound impairment. Her mother cared for her until she died in 1948.
Jessica became a socialist and eloped to Spain after the war there. Her first husband died in WWII. She married an American and moved to the US, where she became an active member of the Communist Party. Her writing proved successful, many of us remembering her book length investigation titled The American Way of Death.
Deborah, the youngest, remained firmly apolitical. She married into nobility, with a big family estate. She made it her business to save and restore the house and grounds, and put it on solid financial grounds. Gift shops, promotion, charging admission saved the home and were all the result of Deborah’s excellent business sense.
So the guide Joanna gave us had even a symbol for each sister, a pen for Nancy, a swastika for Unity, etc. It was so handy to consult as we heard various letters. And these letters were the intimate close missives of women who lived apart but remained close.
My favorite quote is from Deborah’s letter to the imprisoned Diana. Deborah writes just before she is to marry. “I do so wish you weren’t in prison. It will be sad not having you to go shopping with, only we are so poor I don’t have much of a trousseau…”
Deborah has two more quotes that convey some of the dottiness and charm we enjoyed at the presentation. Again, Deborah to Diana: “I expect we shall be terrifically poor, but I think how nice it will be…”
Deborah writes: “I was among the girls called up to work at some horrid job for 48 hours a week, but now I’m in pig (note, pregnant) I don’t have to do it and you know how I hate work, so it's very lucky.”
And Deborah writes to Jessica (the socialist): “Well, dear, I’ve smacked my ovary and taken it to Madame Bovary and the result is I’m in pig.”
It was a delightful afternoon!
Respectfully submitted, Laura Rice
(substituting for Christine)
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