THE PRINCESS AND THE PAINTER’S WIFE
A few months after the end of World War II, I was born in a tiny Wiltshire village, not far from Stonehenge and just a stone’s throw from Wolf Hall, although few people knew about that house or property before Hilary Mantel wrote her magnificent book. It was a couple of years later, still during the post war reconstruction, that we moved to a new council house in Wallingford (in Berkshire at that time) where I grew up. I went to teacher’s training college in Weymouth during the 1960s and my life was unremarkable. The world is made up of many unremarkable people, as you too may have noticed. Researching unremarkable people can give us important information as to how most folks lived way back when.
The tragedy of Princess Charlotte made me dig deeper into my own Mary as I pondered what a princess was doing on the same page as a commoner
I married and our young family moved to the USA for what I thought was
