Anna Alma-Tadema (1865-1943) – Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema’s Study at Townshend House, 1884.
This lovely watercolor by a 19-year-old girl shows her artist father’s study, and it appealed to me as a place where I could peacefully spend a lot of time, reluctantly leaving, and happily returning. It doesn’t resemble any place I’ve ever lived. It’s painted with such grace in such a gentle style, you can tell how fond Ms. Alma-Tadema was of this room, and of the memories it held for her.
But when I went searching through the Web for more about her, as so often happens, I wandered far, far afield, from link to link. It seems that Anna had a sister named Laurence who was a writer in many genres, and one of her poems, “If No One Ever Marries Me,” was set to music and eventually included on a double album of children’s songs sung by Natalie Merchant, an alternative rock singer-songwriter who rose to fame in the 1980s as a member of the band 10,000 Maniacs. Far afield.
The tracklist for this album, “Leave Your Sleep,” reads like a who’s who of poets writing in English from the Victorian to the Modern Period, and it intrigued me no end… So I had to go looking for some of the songs and the poems they came from. The first one I found was “The Peppery Man” (video link), a cool, bluesy interpretation of a poem by Arthur Macy about a mean old man. It’s the kind of thing children used to love, because they all knew men like this.
The Peppery Man The Peppery Man was cross and thin; He scolded out and scolded in; He shook his fist, his hair he tore; He stamped his feet and slammed the door. Heigh ho, the Peppery Man, The rabid, crabbed Peppery Man! Oh, never since the world began Was anyone like the Peppery Man. His ugly temper was so sour He often scolded for an hour; He gnashed his teeth and stormed and scowled, He snapped and snarled and yelled and howled. He wore a fierce and savage frown; He scolded up and scolded down; He scolded over field and glen, And then he scolded back again. His neighbors, when they heard his roars, Closed their blinds and locked their doors, Shut their windows, sought their beds, Stopped their ears and covered their heads. He fretted, chafed, and boiled and fumed; With fiery rage he was consumed, And no one knew, when he was vexed, What in the world would happen next. Heigh ho, the Peppery Man, The rabid, crabbed Peppery Man! Oh, never since the world began Was anyone like the Peppery Man. Arthur Macy
So of course then I had to go looking for more Arthur Macy, and there’s a lot of wonderful stuff there… and that’s how far I’ve gotten down this rabbit hole.
The look of the cozy, pleasant room in the painting by Alma-Tadema; and the kind of gentle armchair journey far afield that I took while reclining on my couch became so much more appealing in the days of lockdown pre-vaccine. It all makes me feel right at home.