Book Review: In Their Own Words – Women who served in World War ll

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IN THEIR OWN WORDS
WOMEN WHO SERVED IN WORLD WAR ll

By Rachel Vogeleisen

ISBN: 978-1-86151-394-6 Paperback £12.99
Published 19 OCTOBER 2015 by Mereo www.mereobooks.com

As the traditional time for Remembrance approaches here is a book that is not only apt, but is simply a beautifully presented and fascinating glimpse of history from a female perspective.

A professional photographer specialising in portraits, Rachel Vogeleisen’s fascination with the Second World War was sparked by her childhood discovery that her grandfather found himself having to fight for the Germans against Russia. The culmination of ten years of research, In Their Own Words is a collection of portraits and testimonials recording the experiences of twenty-one women who volunteered during World War II. Interviewed by Rachel, the accounts have been left as far as possible in the women’s original words, so that their voices can be heard clearly and faithfully.

Including accounts from those who served in the ATS, ATA, WRNS, WAAF and as members of the Land Army, what is significant is that these women are some of the last alive to speak about their wartime experiences.

A talented photographer with a distinct talent for capturing the spirit of her subjects, Vogeleisen’s portraits complement each woman’s account. From top secret work at Bletchley Park to flying Spitfires, it’s an extraordinary and extremely humbling look back at a time in history when people were made of sterner stuff. It is also a celebration of women in old age – their wisdom, wit, warmth and fortitude.

Detailing their extraordinary work, much of it behind the scenes, the women featured in this book are among many whose incredible efforts went unrecognised. It was not until 2005 that their contribution to the war effort was recognised with a memorial dedicated to the women of World War Two in Whitehall, London.

Highly recommended.

Sample quotes:

“I was not allowed to tell my family about my role at Bletchley Park until the 1970s, as I was bound by the Official Secrets Act. There was absolute secrecy surrounding our work. When we were trained, we were told not to ask questions; do what you’re told, do this, that and the other, and don’t ask why.”

“My only interest in flying was through my boyfriends; all were pilots in training. No one flew before the war unless they were very wealthy. Where we are in this part of the country, we are surrounded by airfields; Little Rissington, Aston Down and Kemble. I was reading The Aeroplane, a monthly magazine, still going, and it said that the ATA had run out of qualified pilots and they were training ab initio. I applied and got in; at the time I didn’t even drive a car!”

“My sister broke one Spitfire; she tried to land with a crosswind, a tyre blew off and she touched with the undercarriage, but she said, “All I broke is a fingernail!” “

About the author:

Rachel Vogeleisen was born in Alsace, France. A keen history student, World War ll was a strong subject for her while at school – “but I can’t remember my history books mentioning the role of women once! How could we imagine a country at complete stand still because the men were called to war? The Women who choose to get involved wanted to do their bit for the country; they felt it was their role to help. I wanted to meet these women, hear their stories and give them some recognition. This book will tell you some of their stories and give you a glimpse of how they are still standing proud today.” Rachel is a photographer. She lives in Ealing, London.

Big Mack: Michael Ball leads the cast of Chichester’s big summer musical

THEATRE REVIEW

Mack and Mabel
Chichester Festival Theatre
Until 5 September (and then on tour)

Music and Lyrics by Jerry Herman
Book by Michael Stewart (revised by Francine Pascal)

www.cft.org.uk
Box Office: 01243 781312

Photo credit: Manuel Harlan

From the moment that the blistering overture kicks in you sense that something special is in store. And so it is. In addition to a belting orchestra, there’s a clever set and technical wizardry, glorious frocks and a phenomenally talented cast, led by Michael Ball and Rebecca La Chance in the title roles.

But although billed as a musical comedy, the plot isn’t an endless stream of lighthearted froth by any means. Nor is it a conventional musical theatre romance. The true story of Mack Sennett, the legendary silent movie director famed for his Keystone Cops, and Mabel Normand, a hot dog seller spotted by Sennett and transformed into the darling of the silent screen, in many ways the tale is more reminiscent of Albert Square than Hollywood. Just with more songs.

Told retrospectively, Michael Ball col.Anna-JaneCasey(Lottie)andCompany.PhotoManuelHarlan.317nvinces absolutely as the ruthlessly driven Sennett whose sole aim in life is to make ‘em laugh. Broke and alone in his studio before being turned out, he recalls the past; the lies he told, the cast and crew he bullied and the love he  treated far too casually. And then there’s the crushing blow that he was wrong about the Talkies which, in spite of his prophecy to the contrary, did actually catch on, diminishing public appetite for his silent pie-in-the-face two-reelers.

Resigned to his rudeness and lack of romance, Mabel continues to love the difficult but charismatic Mack. Reaching a point, however, when the occasional moment of tenderness is no longer enough, and with Mack unwilling – or unable – to make any greater commitment to her, she allows her head to be turned by a rival producer. Having taken drugs before to cope with Mack’s punishing schedule of movie making, she is soon a regular drug taker, slugging down hard liquor in between shoving cocaine up her nose. By the time Mack finally realises that she needs help as much as he needs her it’s all far too late.

Rebecca La Chance is terrific. Vocally enchanting, she pitches Mabel’s initial passion, zest and energy perfectly. As times change, and her fading hope and enthusiasm becomes apparent, it pierces the heart.Fluid, visually stunning and audibly fabulous, all credit to director Jonathan Church and his creative team, whose collective expertise is harnessed to great effect. Choreographer Stephen Mere, at the top of his game, must surely be one of the world’s best. Inventive, stylish and almost poetic in their gracefulness, his routines are simply dazzling. nce(Mabel),MichaelBall(Mack)andcompany.PhotoManuelHarlan

But ultimately it is Michael Ball’s show. Giving Mack real substance, and following on from his triumphant performance at Chichester a couple of years ago as Sweeney Todd, he cements his status as a supremely talented singer who can really act. Balancing the aggressive bully who is consumed by his work with the man who is also capable of flashes of sweetness, loyalty and at some level self-awareness, Ball manages the emotional and personality gear changes with complete aplomb. It is a remarkable performance and not until the curtain call is there so much of a glimpse of the slightly camp luvvie who willingly sends himself up.

Another Chichester musical with all the hallmarks of success, I Never Promised You a Happy Ending may well be one of the big numbers,   but you’re sure as Hell guaranteed  joyous entertainment. If you can get a ticket, grab one.

Review: Educating Rita – Minerva Theatre, Chichester

Educating Rita
Minerva Theatre, Chichester
Until 25 July
Box Office: 01243 781312
www.cft.org.uk

Picture credit: Manuel Harlan

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In her quest for choice and betterment would Liverpudlian hairdresser Rita throw herself into an Open University degree course today? Nah. More likely that she would develop an app for stylists.

Written and set in the early 80s (and with more than a little doffing of its hat at Shaw’s Pygmalion), what Willy Russell’s play lacks in modern relevance is more than compensated for in the performances of Lenny Henry and Lashana Lynch.

As Frank, the disillusioned tutor and one-time poet whose career is now just a means of funding his drinking, Henry could be a shade more embittered. But visibly relaxing into the second act, first night nerves squarely dealt with, he hits his stride.

Frank’s passion for teaching is reignited when Rita explodes into his office with a desperate thirst to learn. His feelings for her grow fonder and when he realises that she has all but achieved her dream of being educated the ensuing bender upon which he embarks is not inspired by a wish to toast her success. Beautifully pitched by Henry, who is well paired with his co-star – their chemistry gives the production a palpable boost – the final scenes are especially touching.

Lashana Lynch is on track for Big Things. Exuberant, warm, funny, ambitious, determined and childlike in her wonder of academia, Lynch manages to convey it all, stealing the hearts of the audience while she’s about it. A two-hander is a huge mountain for any actor to scale but Lynch makes it look effortless.

Not so the transitions from scene to scene. Limited to a point by both script and Ellen Cairns’ bookshelf-lined set, Rita’s arrival to each tutorial at the start of each new scene is clunky.

But this is a minor grip and overall this production, in educational terms, falls only slightly short of getting a First.

Ice Cream, Gas Masks and God – the perfect summer read

Ice Cream, Gas Masks and God
A young girl grows up in the war years

By Joyce M Lovely

PUBLICATION DATE: 22 June 2015
Mereo Books www.mereobooks.com

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A funny, touching and heart-warming portrait of war time and beyond, Ice Cream, Gas Masks and God is the author’s trip down memory lane to 1940s Liverpool, where early reminiscences include not just the hated gas mask, but also the regular night time spells in the air raid shelter as the bombs fell.

A beautifully drawn portrait of the place and its people, from Calder High School Joyce went on to work at the Eagle Star Insurance Company and the office of the Dunlop Rubber Factory. Missing out on being one of the first to see The Beatles perform at the Cavern Club (because she didn’t fancy the sound of them from her sister’s description!), she moved to London to study Nursing at St Bartholomew’s. Marriage took her on to the Shetland Islands – where life as a parson’s wife meant that prayer was sometimes relied upon to provide dinner – and then to the West Riding of Yorkshire, before finally settling in Maine, USA.

A natural storyteller, Joyce’s recollections of people, places and events are effortlessly recounted. From the exotic neighbour who had been in the German Resistance (but whose priority was now pudding) to her splendid Spirella Corsetier grandmother, Ice Cream, Gas Masks and God is a gentle, fascinating and humorous personal history, rich in colour and detail.

Gloriously nostalgic and beautifully written, this is the perfect summer read.

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Sneak preview extracts

“Jerry made one heck of a mess here, didn’t he?” said Dad. “And all my best willow pattern china has been smashed” Mum sniffed, trying not to cry again. Dad put his arm around her. “Don’t worry, love. We’ll get through this.” And we did, even though I heard a few days later that eight people had been killed in their air-raid shelters, along with many others, including some in the public shelters. Much later I learned that 2000 Liverpudlians had been killed in just that week, with thousands more injured and homeless.

I sat stunned. First I felt the pricking of tears, and then I began to laugh. There lay my ancient, despised, childhood World War II gasmask. It rested there staring at me eerily, the eyepiece still displaying the   oval sickly-brown cellophane, which wasn’t even cracked. I sat back. My eyes closed, and the memories streamed back…

I remember vividly growing up in Liverpool, amidst air raids, bombs and gasmasks. My story is from a childhood perspective, leaving the grown-ups to worry about battles and shortages. We observed strict morals as a teenager in the fifties, yet still had boyfriends, stolen kisses and fun. This memoir concludes with my marriage to a minister and our adventures in the distant Shetland Islands. Here I experienced the islanders’ expectations of ‘yon minister’s wife’ often resulting in unexpected humorous consequences…

Humour, tenacity, sharing and resourcefulness, especially by the women on the home front, kept life normal for us children. We laughed, cried, hoped and dreamed, but we never asked for more than what we knew was around us.

About the author

Born in Liverpool, Joyce M Lovely now lives in Maine, USA. She has had numerous articles and stories published in magazines and periodicals and she is a member of a writing group. Joyce worked in education for many years, as a teacher and then later in administration, working with teachers and leading workshops.

A Damsel In Distress, Chichester Festival Theatre – review

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A Damsel In Distress
Chichester Festival Theatre
Until 27 June
Box office: 01243 781312
www.cft.org.uk

Gad zukes! What a delightful piece of froth! Perfect for summer, especially given the Festival Theatre’s glorious setting (what could be jollier than a pre-theatre G&T in the park?), the 1930s novel by PG Wodehouse initially adapted as a play, and later as a film for which Gershwin composed songs, enjoys new life as a stage musical by Jeremy Sams and Robert Hudson.

A topping blend of music, song and ripping fun, the story is about as daft as they come. Maud, a headstrong 1920s English rose, is locked in the tower of a stately home and guarded by her dragon of an aunt who is determined to prevent her niece marrying a penniless poet. But it’s an American theatre director who is smitten with the girl. If he can’t sleigh the dragon then he’s set on shoving her out of the way so that he can at least declare his heart. Spamalot meets Downton Abbey. But with more tap dancing.

Marshalling the whole charming caboodle, Rob Ashford directs and choreographs. The score may not be the most memorable in the world, but a cast of ace singers and dancers give it all they’ve got, adding plenty of visual fizz as they belt and hoof with as much infectious enthusiasm as dazzling skill. Clutching mops, rakes, and even oversized quivering jellies, routines are high octane and high camp.

It’s a terrific team effort but Isla Blair as fire-breathing Lady Caroline is a splendid battle-axe. Richard Fleeshman as George and Summer Strallen as the feisty ‘damsel’ of the title are in superb voice, while Nicholas Farrell as the aging lord of the manor who rediscovers his va va vroom when he meets showgirl Billie (a warm and effortlessly sexy Sally Ann Triplett) is gloriously funny. Delighted to have found a siren who not only has a cleavage like the Rhonda Valley but who also shares his passion for pigs and roses, the pair provide some of the production’s most uproarious moments.

Further comedic expertise is demonstrated by Desmond Barrit as butler Keggs, and also David Roberts. Managing to switch roles between Perkins the theatre director and Pierre the highly strung chef, as the latter Roberts inspires yet more laughter. Richard Dempsey meanwhile is adorable as dim toff Reggie.

Designed by Christopher Oram, the set, as Reggie would say, is bally clever. Revolving rose gardens and castle turrets cunningly morph into the stage at the Savoy and the kitchen of a stately home.

Chekov it ain’t. Brilliantly executed blissful nonsense it most definitely is. Don’t be a frightful clot – book tickets today!

Good Lord! Michael Flatley Talks to Vicky Edwards

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Michael Flatley talks to Vicky Edwards about his farewell tour, dancing in paint and the bliss of brunch

To call a Michael Flatley production a dance show is to undersell it on an epic scale. With more explosive thrills than a bottle of Moet uncorked on a roller coaster, The Lord of the Dance can never stand accused of failing to give value for money.

His latest show, Dangerous Games, is no exception. Complete with a new score by Gerard Fahy, audiences can expect everything from breath-taking special effects and ground-breaking technology to robots, world champion acrobats, unicorns and of course some of the most exceptional dancers on the planet. A dance show? Nah, this is a theatrical extravaganza. With bells on.

“And it’s a family show, too,” says Michael, his soft and melodic Irish-American tones somehow at odds with someone who holds the world record for slamming his foot onto a stage to make the most taps (an incredible 35) in a second.

And for Michael it is the audience’s response that is especially gratifying.

“People of all ages feel uplifted and happy after they have seen it and to transport people and fill them with joy is our whole goal,” says Michael, who began his career with Irish folk band The Chieftains in 1994. Going on to change the face of Irish Dance forever by incorporating upper body movement into his awe-inspiring creation Riverdance, in 1996 he topped the seemingly un-toppable with Lord of the Dance.

But with Lord of the Dance: Dangerous Games marking Michael’s farewell performances (his body simply can’t withstand the intense challenges that his shows demand any longer) is there, I enquire, a sense of loss?

“I am sure I will miss dancing,” he concedes, “but I’ve always been the creator and the choreographer and my dream going forwards is to bring new talent through and give them the chance to shine like the stars they are.”

Having returned to London, to the Dominion Theatre, in March, having sold out at the Palladium last year, Dangerous Games is touring some of the country’s biggest venues, concluding at the Wembley Arena on 4 July before embarking on a world tour. Michael, who is appearing on only a handful of the UK dates, is urging people to come and see the new ‘Lords,’ reassuring fans that they will not be disappointed and that his involvement in the creative aspects of the Lord of the Dance brand remains absolute.

Of his team of dancers, many of whom have been with him since his Riverdance days, Michael is fulsome in his praise. Highlighting the particular talents of James Keegan, Matt Smith, Morgan Comer, and Zoltan Papp “it’s a show I can be proud of,” he says, clearly relishing his role as mentor and teacher.

“It’s incredibly satisfying and rewarding,” he agrees, a note of excitement creeping into the gentle lilt. “It’s wonderful to see dancers fulfilling their potential and reaching for the stars.”

But while his protégés are reaching for the stars someone has to come up with the ideas and choreography. Where does Michael draw inspiration from?

“I think if you really want to create something special then you have to go deep inside of yourself. But you have to work for it; it won’t be given to you.”

His work ethic has roots and Michael needs no prompting to identify them. “He was my hero,” he says quietly, referring to his much-loved father who died only recently.

“He was such a hardworking and driven man. He wouldn’t let negativity into his head. As young men my brothers and I worked with him on construction sites and digging ditches and from him we learned self-discipline and the importance of doing things properly. He taught us to be the one who set the pace rather than the one who followed it.”

But even though he is giving up performing, Michael isn’t hanging up his dance shoes entirely.

“I became fascinated by the great painters who went before us. Once they painted a work it was there forever. With my art I had to paint it, live, every night. And it had to be perfect every night. I dreamed that there was a way that I could turn that whole 3D experience into a 2D image that would last forever.”

It was a problem that needed considerable pondering, but in 2005 he sussed it. Having longed to dance at Madison Square Gardens, where all his boxing heroes had fought, Michael proceeded to sell out at the 18,000-seat venue – unheard of for a dance show. Afterwards he received a framed cut-out of the vinyl flooring that had been covering the trap door on the stage, complete with scuff marks from his taps. A memento of his realised dream, the surprise gift gave Michael the answer to his dilemma.

“I’m a great fan of abstract expressionism and so I went into a studio, put vinyl on the floor and a little paint on my shoes and danced. Then I started throwing paint because I refuse to be just held to the one thing.”

Enjoying considerable success with what he self-deprecatingly calls ‘my last efforts,’ in June he will see his first exhibition unveiled.

“It’s my new passion and I just love it,” he says, with gleeful enthusiasm.

But not even painting comes close to his real passion. Married to his former leading lady Niamh O’Brien, with whom he has an eight-year-old son, for the man who has made millions family time is the most priceless thing in his world.

“For me real happiness is Sunday brunch in London with my beautiful wife and son. I leave the phone at home and we walk in the park, laughing and talking, and it’s just perfect.”

He will always be the Lord of the Dance to his legions of fans, but there’s a whole lot more to Michael Flatley. As warm, funny and charming as he is talented, driven and smart, the Lord is also an absolute gentleman.

Vicky Edwards

For further details of the UK Tour visit www.lordofthedance.com

Review: The Rehearsal at the Minerva Theatre, Chichester

Chichester Festival Theatre

Photo credit: Catherine Ashmore

The Rehearsal
By Jean Anouilh

The Minerva Theatre, Chichester.  Until 13 June
Box Office: 01243 781312 www.cft.org.uk

Anouilh has fallen out of fashion somewhat in recent times. Having seen Chichester’s revival of The Rehearsal one wonders why.

An insightful, dark and sharply witty comedy that is almost musical in its fluidity, the setting is a French chateau in the 1950s. The absurdities of class and relationships are in the spotlight as Count Tiger (Jamie Glover) revs up for one of his legendary parties. Deciding to include a performance of Marivaux’s The Double Inconstancy by way of entertainment, he hustles together a cast that includes his wife (Niamh Cusack), his mistress (Katherine Kingsley) his wife’s lover (Joseph Arkley), Lucille, a young resident nursemaid to a dozen orphans (Gabrielle Dempsey) and Hero, his old school friend and chronic alcoholic (Edward Bennett).

Rehearsals descend into a thinly veiled slanging match as both Tiger’s wife and mistress realise that he has fallen for the young nanny. Copping off with people of ‘their own kind’ is quite acceptable, but a servant? The shame! And worse, Tiger appears to have actually fallen in love, and that doesn’t suit at all. Resorting to trying to frame the girl for theft, a plan that swiftly comes apart, the Countess enlists the help of Hero, persuading the hopeless drunk who ‘likes breaking things’ to help her to boot out the little commoner with all speed.

It’s a well-meshed cast with terrific individual performances, not least Edward Bennett who is simply mesmerising as Hero. Shallow, cynical and permanently sloshed, as his desperation and despair becomes increasingly evident the effect is both nerve-shredding and heart-breaking.

Etiquette and manners doing little to disguise the cattiness of their verbal scuffles, Niamh Cusack and Katherine Kingsley are marvellously acerbic as the wife and the mistress, while Gabrielle Dempsey gives Lucille perfectly proportioned perception and vulnerability.

Translated and directed by Jeremey Sams, this is an accomplished and compelling production. Do not miss.

Way Upstream by Alan Ayckbourn at Chichester Festival Theatre

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When a play requires a river, a tree-lined bank and a floating motor cruiser as its set, it’s destined to be seldom performed. But Chichester Festival Theatre doesn’t scare easily when it comes to technical challenges and Nadia Fall’s extraordinary production of Alan Ayckbourn’s dark comedy easily meets the play’s epic technical demands.

With most of the action taking place onboard Hadforth Bounty the first half is where the laughs are to be had. Keith and June have taken to the water with colleagues and business partners Alastair and Emma for a jolly waterways holiday. Trouble on dry land back at their novelty goods factory sees PA Mrs Hatfield (Nicola Sloane) having to show up bankside with daily updates. Brash and self-important, Keith (Peter Forbes) quickly nominates himself as captain, while his disgruntled wife June (Sarah Parish) carps, huffs and idles. Lily-livered Alastair (Jason Hughes) and his timid missus Emma (Jill Halfpenny) end up doing the bulk of the graft, resentment building like a slowly developing tidal wave.

But the sit-com feel and the jokes at the expense of well-drawn middle-class characters give way to altogether nastier themes. With the arrival of Vince (Jason Durr), a savvy and seemingly harmless bit of eye candy who does, unlike the novice sailors, at least seem to know how to avoid capsizing, initial barbed teasing swiftly degenerates into disturbing casual cruelty, punctuated only by drunken revels and sexual shenanigans. Manipulating Keith off the boat to go and deal with the threat of strike action back at the factory, Vince introduces minxy Fleur (Emily Laing) into the equation, all the while ramping up the intimidation and spite.

As Ayckbourn highlights the consequences of power in the wrong hands and the fallout of perpetual feebleness, the laughter from the audience gets increasingly nervous.

Fabulously played, the performances are all stunningly good; not even Ben Stones gloriously clever set, beautifully lit by Tim Mitchell, can upstage this superb cast.

An odd but nevertheless compelling play, the launch of the 2015 Festival season at Chichester makes an impressive splash.

Until 16 May. Box office: 01243 781312; www.cft.org.uk

Vicky Edwards