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A New Year Calamity!
Posted by Viv Wilson on 27th December 2019 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar cross hall,New Year's Eve,Scottish piper,auld lang syne,hokey cokey,Ball
A NEW YEAR CALAMITY! The New Year’s Eve Balls at the Hall were usually the highlight of the year. After twelve months of hard work, especially running the Mediaeval Banquets twice a week through the winter, we were always ready to see out the year in style with a big new year party. In those days it was always black tie for the men and long dresses for the ladies – usually around 500 people bought tickets for an evening of entertainment with a dance band, disco and a meal. At midnight a man dressed in traditional Scottish regalia, including a kilt and sporran, would pipe in the new year with his bagpipes. Down the Long Gallery he would slowly...
Motor Racing Days #8
Posted by Viv Wilson on 5th August 2020 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar cross hall,motor racing,lotus elite,silverstone,Volkswagon,chris meek,Brian Henton,colditz,BRM
MOTOR RACING DAYS: Although my blogs are about living at Hoar Cross Hall, I would just like to give a bit of background about my dad’s racing career in the years leading up to moving to the Hall as this will set the scene for later instalments of my story.
As mentioned in my first blog my dad used to be a racing driver but he actually started off racing motor cycles in the 1930s. Because of this he became a despatch rider during the Second World War and spent a lot of time in North Africa. After the war he started racing motor bikes at nearby Donington Park and he raced there up to the beginning of the 1950s. After that he moved onto cars and drove a C...
Rags to Riches #14
Posted by Viv Wilson on 14th September 2020 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar cross hall,second world war,first world war,boer War,Tiger skin,bearskin,Tony Blackburn,Meynell,mediaeval banquets
RAGS TO RICHES: My family originated from Derby and my parents were married there in July 1952. Mum was 19 and dad was 36 so quite a bit older. They both lived in Derby and were very arty; my dad went to the Derby Sketching Club in his free time and my mum attended art college. I’m not sure where they met but it was either at something art related or at a dance, as was usual in those days. My dad was a sculptor by trade; I think his interest was sparked by seeing all the beautiful alabaster in Italian churches during the war. After the war he set up his own business making alabaster lamps, bowls and candlesticks among other things (see header picture)....A New Year Calamity! #30
Posted by Viv Wilson on 3rd January 2021 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar cross hall,Meynell,new years eve,auld lang syne,dancing,band,Lichfield,70s,Scottish
A NEW YEAR CALAMITY! The New Year’s Eve Balls at the Hall were usually the highlight of the year. After twelve months of hard work, especially running the Mediaeval Banquets twice a week through the winter, we were always ready to see out the year in style with a big new year party. In those days it was always black tie for the men and long dresses for the ladies – usually around 500 people bought tickets for an evening of entertainment with a dance band, disco and a meal. At midnight a man dressed in traditional Scottish regalia, including a kilt and sporran, would pipe in the new year with his bagpipes. Down the Long Gallery he would slowly walk...Motor Racing Days #9
Posted by Viv Wilson on 28th June 2021 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar cross hall,Meynell,mallory park,Silverstone,Chasewater,Brands Hatch,volkswagon,colditz,Piers Courage,Fabian,North Africa
MOTOR RACING DAYS
Although my blogs are about living at Hoar Cross Hall, I would just like to give a bit of background about my dad’s racing career in the years leading up to moving to the Hall as this will set the scene for later instalments of my story.
As mentioned in my first blog my dad used to be a racing driver but he actually started off racing motor cycles in the 1930s. Because of this he became a despatch rider during the Second World War and spent a lot of time in North Africa. After the war he started racing motor bikes at nearby Donington Park and he raced there up to the beginning of the 1950s. After that he moved onto cars and drove a Cooper 5...Rags to Riches #15
Posted by Viv Wilson on 8th August 2021 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar cross hall,Jamaica,alabaster,Derby walk of fame,Olympics,Louis Martin,first world war,second world war,Downton Abey,Bridgerton,period drama
My family originated from Derby and my parents were married there in July 1952. Mum was 19 and dad was 36 so quite a bit older. They both lived in Derby and were very arty; my dad went to the Derby Sketching Club in his free time and my mum attended art college. I’m not sure where they met but it was either at something art related or at a dance, as was usual in those days. My dad was a sculptor by trade; I think his interest was sparked by seeing all the beautiful alabaster in Italian churches during the war. After the war he set up his own business making alabaster lamps, bowls and candlesticks among other things (see header picture). He would go to the alab...