My Grandmothers & I (Plain Foxed Edition)
Plain Foxed Edition: My Grandmothers and I
Plain Foxed Edition, My Grandmothers and I
  • Pages: 288
  • Format: 170 x 110mm
  • Publication date: December 2017
  • Producer: Smith Settle
  • Genre: Memoir
  • Binding: Cloth Hardback
  • Trimings: Silk ribbon, head- and tail-band
  • ISBN: 978-1-906562-33-5
  • Preface by: Linda Leatherbarrow
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My Grandmothers & I (Plain Foxed Edition)

Diana Holman-Hunt

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Diana Holman-Hunt’s childhood was spent between two wildly contrasting households. One, in Melbury Road, Kensington, belonged to her paternal grandmother, William Holman Hunt’s eccentric widow Edith, known to Diana as ‘Grand’. The other, on the edge of the Sussex marshes, was the home of her mother’s parents, Grandmother and Grandfather Freeman.

While the Freeman household ran on oiled wheels, with a full complement of servants to minister to Grandmother Freeman’s whims, parsimonious ‘Grand’, in her big gaunt house full of treasures and valuable paintings, relied entirely on the services of ‘my good Helen’, a taciturn figure who existed in the damp, beetle-infested basement from which she produced inedible meals of scrag end, Bovril and ancient eggs. While sweet-smelling, self-indulgent Grandmother Freeman lived for the present, ‘Grand’ lived entirely in the faded splendour of her past. The two mistrusted one another deeply and competed for Diana’s affection while being spectacularly blind to her needs. Out of an essentially bleak scenario, in which she was passed like a parcel from one to the other and finally left in her teens to fend for herself, Diana has woven a small comic masterpiece of pitch-perfect dialogue and deadpan observation.

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