Green Hedges wrote:What would really add to this is if someone local (redlionweb your stately pub must be very nearly on these maps ) could go to Bekenscot model village and take photographs of the scale model of Green Hedges that is in there, set in its grounds, so that readers of this thread can get an even fuller picture of the once-glorious, now flattened former home of Enid Blyton.
Green Hedges wrote:In the 1949 collection called A Story-Party at Green Hedges, the title page of the book and the page preceding it include a wonderful coloured (orange-grey-brown-black) drawing of the west facade of Green Hedges. That is, the sweeping path coming up from the south along which the children - who have been invited to a party at Green Hedges - are walking. One of the 14 children is called Anita, as it happens
Grace Lodge must have visited Green Hedges to make the sketch, unless she was provided with a photograph. I say that because Imogen's book A Childhood at Green Hedges provides a small photo of the west of the house, including the front door, on page 14. Not a very good photo, but clear enough to work out that Grace Lodge has drawn the west front of Green Hedges meticulously.
Green Hedges wrote: Tits of all kinds arrive - the great tit "ringing his bell", so loud is his voice. We always know when he is about!
Enid Blyton wrote:'I always wanted a pond of my own. It's nice to long for a thing and make up your mind to get it and work for it. It brings you such great pleasure when at last you have got it and enjoy it. I don't think I have ever enjoyed anything quite so much as my pond.'
Green Hedges wrote:But, as redlionweb suggests, it is number 10 Blyton Close that just about lines up with where Green Hedges used to stand, not number 1. Yes? I come to that conclusion from a scrutiny of maps 2 and 3, in particular by lining up the houses on the other side of Penn Road with the house in question, 42 Penn Road.
Belly wrote:In a Childhood at Green Hedges Imogen Smallwood writes about the children who lived next door who became friends with her and Gillian. I can't remember all the details but Enid allowed access between both gardens and the children came and went freely.
Which house is this likely to have been?
There was then a row I think, Enid disapproved of the parents or something and the 'hole' in the hedge was closed. Maybe someone can shed some light on my what I only half recall, thanks!
One day when I was fourteen, my mother announced quite calmly that we were no longer to go across to Upton Leigh to see them [the Biggs family of four children] and that the gap in the hedge was to be closed up...I have discussed this event with Diana, Keith and Bet [three of the Biggs children, the fourth being Bet's twin Jennifer] but they cannot remember it with any clarity. Keith suggested that it might have had something to do with roulette parties, for very small stakes, that his father instituted in their house. But although my parents, in spite of my stepfather's own gambling, may have been mildly shocked by this, I cannot see it having any effect on the relations between the children. I do recall someone, perhaps my sister, telling me that my mother did not think it suitable that I should continue my friendship with Keith, given that we were both now adolescent. These sound like her words. Of course there was no reason for her to fear for either of us. Still young for our ages, we were more like a casual brother and sister, agreeable to one another but not close. Our interests had diverged as my involvement with ponies brought me, in fact, much closer to the twins.
Eljay wrote:The demolition of Green Hedges was indeed an act of cultural vandalism - not to mention an extremely short-sighted business decision, as surely far more money could have been made out of the house by opening it to the public as a tourist attraction than by selling it for building. So Eric Rogers was completely dim as well as a philistine!
Enikyoga wrote:......he (Kenneth), ended up destroying most of EB's diaries that could have shed much light on her most productive writing period, that is between 1937 and 1967. Yes, it is not always to speak ill of the dead but at times it is better to set the record straight on some issues.
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