Inheritance by Nicholas Shakespeare

Inheritance by Nicholas Shakespeare
The storyline is fairly simple. It is about a man, Andy, who leaves his uninspired job at a self help publishing house  late to attend his late teachers funeral. However, he eventually realises that he is in the wrong chapel, but then does not leave.

Later, he finds out that he is one of the people to inherit Christopher Madigan’s estate, simply because he attended the funeral. That simple act causes him to become a millionaire many times over, a fact that goes to his head, as he enjoys holidays and cars. Andy is though becoming increasingly curious about the man who provided his inheritance.

I did not like the character of Andy although I understand though the point the author is trying to make about how money changes us and perhaps steers us from who we are to who we believe we aspire to be. I felt that Andy was a weak man and for me his character drifted. He became selfish and openly lies to the daughter of Christopher, simply because he liked her.

The story of Christopher was more engaging, but for me this book didn’t work and I think it could have been developed more, and there were many storyline opportunities missed.

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February Collage Photo Festival – Day 25

Today’s photo is a little blurry, sorry about that, but that is the photograph!

This is the garden of my Grandparents home in Guildford. This photograph, despite being so blurry is a favourite. I date this around 1960.

The detail in the background is the old laundry which I mentioned in last week’s Sepia Saturday post. As I type this I wonder if those two pictures were taken the same day.

The thing that strikes me the most is that they look so very happy. I don’t mean that they were not, but simply that they were happy to show they were.

From the way their vision is, they appear looking down, so I wonder if the photographer was in fact my Mum, which might explain it being blurry!

The house was situated in the road where my Grandmother was born. After her brothers gave up the house, she went to live with her sister Elsie and brother in law Bill. When she married in 1939 she moved with my Grandfather into a house at Bright Hill at the other end of Guildford and then they moved into this house in 1940. The house remained with the family until 1996.

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Sunday Salon – February Catch Up!


Do you know, I really do not know where February has gone? I have been busy and here in the UK we have had a really cold spell. Brr!

Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing…I have slowed down on the reading front. I have had a few books to review and then last week was the first on line meet of the Progressive Book Group. The first book for discussion was Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott, which I personally enjoyed. You can read my review HERE.

I also wrote a book review and then a guest post with Delancey Stewart, whose book Through a Dusty Window was a fictional account of the residents of the same brownstone New York building from 1910 through to 2010. This I loved, the genealogist in me wonders what the real residents were doing in that same time frame, and who were they?

Meanwhile, I have started working on two regular columns, the first at Smitten by Britain a site dedicated to the love of the United Kingdom and the second is at The In-Depth Genealogist, which hosts a substantial website and blog in addition to a digital magazine which you can download free.

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I have spent much of the time during February working on a project involving my own ancestry and one of my links to India. This coincided with my review of The Fishing Fleet at the Historical Fiction.

February is also the time of the Family History Writing Challenge and this year the Photo Collage Festival. So I have been busy and enjoying things.

Tomorrow my book group meets and the books for discussion are

Dona Nicanora's Hat Shop by Kirstan…Inheritance by Nicholas Shakespeare

Those reviews up shortly.

Until next time!

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February Collage Photo Festival – Day 24

Today’s photograph is one of two baby photos that I have. This is me, taken aged 9 months old. The photograph when Mum and I discussed recently I think gave rise to some memories for her.

Apparently I had been sat initially wearing blue shoes. I was given the ball and was unimpressed. Mum said to me that I displayed that look that I still use now, of when I am less than impressed.

The shoes were taken off and Mum said this look is classic, to her it says “…am I supposed to be impressed?…..”

I sat and obliged and when I had, had enough I cried. The whole event apparently took several hours as I was  not overly helpful.

I have in my study an old suitcase that had been my Grandfathers. Inside in tissue paper is a really soft and smooth wool blanket given to me by my Great Grandmother who appeared on day 6. At the time I was born I was not her only Great Grandchild, and wonder if she purchased a similar blanket for my cousins. I must ask them. I have kept the blanket in the hope that I might one day use it for my own family. This has not been the case and I shall pass this on to my Cousin’s daughter who is currently only 11 and that way it will hopefully provide a link between the past and future.

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Cleveland’s West Side Market: 100 Years & Still Cooking by Laura Taxel, Marilou Suszko, Barney Taxel and Michael Symon

Cleveland's West Side Market: 100 Years…
A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to review this delightful book. Sadly I had the e-book version as this would have been a delight to have read in the flesh.

The book has been thoroughly researched and explores the foundations from 1912 and growth of the market on Cleveland’s west side.

It shares a combination of historical facts and memoirs from those who dedicated a whole lifetime to working within the confines of the market. It brought to life the “smell” of the market and how the internal organisation of such a market and how the business develops into becoming a local landscape and a professional business.

It provided information that some of the stalls within the market had started in those early days by immigrants and are now into a second or third generation ownership.

There is a good collection of old photographs and various comparisons with modern pictures.

This was a true delight to read and if I had ancestral connections to the area I would, without hesitation purchase the hardback book.

I was provided by a review copy of this book by the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.

Taking part in Weekend Cooking hosted by BethfishReads

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February Collage Photo Festival – Day 23

Today’s photograph was on the occasion of my birthday, just before I left for Australia.

The lady on the left was my Great Aunt and Godmother Dorothy, who we called Doll and was the youngest sister of my Grandfather and the lady on the right was my Grandmother.

The venue was the hotel The Inn on the  Lake at Godalming.

The consensus was that I should have a party before I headed off to Australia. I was not overly keen. Instead I went for the more select option of those people I wanted to say goodbye to and those people who were the most special to me.

We had a round corner table in the restaurant and being later in the year it was not overly busy. There was a small group of us, comprising of my Mum, Aunt and my Grandmother, my “Aunt and Uncle” neither were of course relatives, by “Aunt” had been my Grandmother’s evacuee during the war that friendship continues between our families to this day. There was also two very close friends present. So, a nice group of 8 of us.

In this photo we are from memory looking at the desert menu and Aunt is reading the menu to us, Gran had forgotten her glasses…..again!

It was a lovely menu and evening and in my journal I can see what I had for dinner. I have enclosed a napkin with the printed logo of the hotel and the bill.

Some of the younger family members arranged with me to meet for a quiet drink and instead turned the following evening into a lovely enjoyable and loud send off with a great many more people that 8 in attendance, so I was glad I had opted for the select group.

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February Collage Photo Festival – Day 22

This is a recipe for Wheat Wine. The letter is from my Great Grandmother who has already appeared during the festival on day 6.

This was written in around 1965. This was written in the days when Royal Mail used to delivery second post around lunchtime. From reading this letter, it would appear that my Grandfather, who is George must have asked his Mum for the recipe. No different I guess when my Mum and I share bits via email.

What is special about this is the handwritting and the fact that my Great Grandmother could write. The address at Hurtmore is that Granny, as she was known was living with her daughter Marg and her husband Ernest who was my Grandmother’s brother. This was the days of no telephones.

Mum recalls this being made and my Grandfather taking a bottle along to a family wedding. From the comments it was clearly a lethel drink and had everyone’s head spinning!

I shared the recipe with a cousin and we keep planning to make it. That said I am not convinced I would drink it, but would like to experience what my Grandparents experienced.

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Guest Post – Delancey Stewart, Author of Through a Dusty Window: New York City Stories 1910-2001

What was it that prompted you to write Through a Dusty Window: New York City Stories 1910-2001?

Through a Dusty Window was inspired by my time living in New York City in my early twenties. I was a West Coast kid, and the idea of living in a building that had been there since the 1800s was mind-boggling.The concept of a city that had existed since the 1600s was beyond that for me. I lived a bit of a wild life there, definitely living in the moment. But all that time — which was only four years — I was conscious of the ghosts that lingered in the city. I felt them on the sidewalks, in the park, on the subway, and especially out on the stoops of the brownstones that I wandered past when I was having my adventures. I always wondered who had lived in my apartment before me, and what it had been like before the building was sectioned off into studios and the whole building was one house. I lived on the Upper West Side, where the book is set, for a year, but not in a brownstone. I eventually moved down to 15th Street, and the building I lived in there had once been a single family home, I believe. 

How much research did you do prior to writing?

As I wrote each story, I did a lot of research around the specific time frame involved. For some stories — like Darkness Unleashed, which is about the blackouts in 1977, an event inspired the fiction. The blackout of 1977 came during a summer that had already seen racial discord on the Upper West (and the rest of the city), the Son of Sam slayings in Queens that had everyone tense and afraid, and a general degradation of the city as the economy suffered. I read about how there had been a blackout in the city in the mid-sixties, and how neighbors had mingled in the streets, laughing and having parties until the lights came back on. The blackout in 77, though, saw people staying in their homes, afraid of the darkened streets and of their neighbors. So much had changed so quickly, and I thought it was a great backdrop for a story.

The Internet makes research so easy, and it was fascinating to increase my own knowledge of my favorite city while I prepared to write about it. My favorite stories are The Vault, which is loosely based around the liquor vault at the 21 Club, which I’ve read about in several places; The Harbinger, which was based on the sighting — and subsequent newspaper reporting — of two rhesus monkeys on the Chambers Street subway platform (I changed the date on that one to make it work for my story); and Darkness Unleashed, which really focuses on the way the city changed and degraded so quickly from the late 60s to the late 70s. The last story, which is somewhat autobiographical, was also obviously based on real events, and deals with the downing of the World Trade Center.

For each bit of fiction, I tried to overlay the atmosphere and consciousness of the City at that point in time.

Were you tempted to turn this into a non fiction account of a specific address in New York?

Though each story is set in the same fictional building, I never thought to try to do a non-fiction version of the same idea. Though I enjoyed the research involved in the work I did, I think that trying to track down enough specific detail about an anonymous building might be tedious enough to put me off wanting to write about it! And for me – learning is fun, but the writing is the best part!  

What are you currently working on?

My current projects are pretty drastically different than Through a Dusty Window, though New York City still figures prominently. I’ve signed a deal with Swoon Romance to publish a series of New Adult novellas called “Girlfriends of Gotham.” The first one, Men and Martinis will publish in June, and I’m very excited about it. The books follow a group of young women through their trials and tribulations on the work, social and dating scenes of New York in the late nineties, when the Internet economy was in full swing.

I’ve also signed with Swoon for a young adult romance novella, and am working on another series of contemporary book-length romances that are loosely tied to wine varietals. (I know, it sounds odd, you’ll just have to read to understand!).

Through a Dusty Window: New York City Stories 1910-2001 by Delancey Stewart is available from Amazon.

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Review – Through a Dusty Window: New York City Stories 1910-2001 by Delancey Stewart

This book had a rather familiar feel to it. The setting is a brownstone in New York. The same building features in this collection of fictional stories, each story set 10 years apart and tells a fictional account of the inhabitants of the building.

The catalyst for the stories was the author’s former residence and the contemplation of the lives of those who may have lived in the building, what their lives was like and the sort of people they were.

The stories were good and with each turn of the page I wondered if any of the story line had a glimpse of reality in relation to the characters. Specific historical events give the characters perspective and dimention.  The genealogist in me hoped that there was, and if not it is perhaps a project for the future.

Well, I asked the author and tomorrow you can read the guest post and her answer to that question, amongst others.

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February Collage Photo Festival – Day 21

This photograph was taken in the Autumn of 1982 according to a friend of mine she recalls it was a Friday afternoon!

This is at Guildford County School which was my senior school.

The structure of the school was interesting, almost back to the days of Grammar Schools. We had a headmaster, Mr Smith who is on the front row, the 5th teacher in on the left. next to him on his right is his deputy head, who was called Mrs Davies. A fairly fierce lady, who had a heart of gold and taught physics. To the left of the head master was the senior master, called Mr Tanner. His son is also in this photograph. Next to Mrs Davies was another Mr Smith, (no relation to the head). He was the head of the year and taught history. The other teachers there were Mr Oliver who taught music, not to me, he realised it was pointless! A lady whose name I can not remember, she taught French, another lost cause I am afraid and then Miss Francis who taught PE and geography. The teacher on the end was the young Miss Fay, who the boys teased dreadfully.

Mr Tanner taught English Literature with such a passion. His combination of the books with the history of the setting as I was preparing for my O level History was without a doubt a help to my achieving a great understanding of the books and decent grades. He is also responsible for my love of the writings of George Orwell.

This photograph is taken in the main hall and up onto the stage. Each teacher here was a class tutor, apart from the head, deputy and senior masters. Mine was, as we called him Young Mr Smith! We had full assembly in the mornings and special events at the end of term and end of year with commendations. I still have those that I received. We had to wear those apple green shirts and on our last day our friends wrote all over them. I still have mine! There were 120 people in the year group.

Happy Memories!

See if you can spot me.

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