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Transcribed by Kay & John Collins, 2008
Ada Sail - Introduction to Diary transcipts
& Ada's Poems

Introductory notes.

Ada Sail was born on April 9th 1916 and lived with her parents at 39 Crabb Street. Her father George lived at no 35 Crabb Street with his parents Herbert & Elizabeth at the time the 1901 census was taken. Ada's diary shows what an influence the Baptist Church in Park Road had on her life. She joined the Girls’ Life Brigade in April 1929, according to her diary for 1931. This was a G.L.B. diary and at the end of this diary is a page to keep a record of badges earned. Ada has ticked Local Knowledge and Physical Drill, both at advanced level. She also lists her friends in the designated space in the diary as J Lamb, Winnifred Kathleen Sail, Kathleen Lilian Webb, all of Crabb Street, Stella Corby of Co-operative Row, Ena Bailey of Trafford Road and Joan Alice Tomlin of Brookfield Road.

The first Diary for 1931 must have encouraged Ada to keep a record, as the following year she started to write an account of her day to day life from May 21st 1932 onwards, into an exercise book. The diary and the exercise book have been fully transcribed, together with two other small diaries for 1935 & 1936. In 1937 Ada started to write entries again in the exercise book. After they moved into their bungalow very few entries were made, but a few spasmodic entries continue to the 1990s. Another book with a few entries takes the diary through her illnesses and to her final year, 2007.

In the early diaries, several times Ada just wrote “played” – this probably refers to playing the piano rather than games.

The sitting room was usually at the front of the house, fronting the street; the living room was at the back next to the kitchen. The "front room" was mostly used only when visitors came.

In Rushden we have our own language called “Ruzdin” – leaves out some of the short words like “to” or “in” or “at” (we went somewhere – never to somewhere!), and often drops the “ed” from words. The “bake pudden” is Yorkshire pudding – batter usually baked around meat. The past tense of many verbs is often differently formed in “Ruzdin” – e.g. seen instead of saw, bin instead of been.

Ada shortened Wellingborough to Wellingbora’ – that’s how we’d pronounce it! The Hall would mean the Hall Park, Theatre was the Royal Theatre opposite the Queen Victoria Hotel. The reck is the “recreation area”, and bic is Ada’s shortened word for her bicycle.

Rushden sits in a valley and the main street is almost the lowest point so wherever you live in the town, except Duck Street, it is down to the High Street – but shortened to “down street”!

Editorial comments or additions within the text are in square brackets [] and a few phrases are marked ^ with an explanation at the end of that day's entry.

Ada's Poems

Holiday

Once again we’re on our way to Clacton,

Jolly company happy as can be,

We started out in sunshine,

Hope the weather will keep fine,

So we can enjoy ourselves

And have a happy time.

Hooray! Getting very near,

Longing for a cup of tea.

Calamity! Only bricks and mortar did we see,

So we just carried on, to Clacton-by-the-sea.

We watched our bowlers walking up and down the green

They all did well certainly as a team.

We five had our photo taken, “Cheese” we said

Then I did a semaphore with Gwen

The indoor bowls was won by Stan

He always wins – does that man

Then his wife did the very same

At dominoes she won her game

We tried our hand at a game of cricket,

Rene got the runs, I got a wicket,

Had a lovely ride around the town

Seeing the sights then homeward bound

Went to market at Walton on the Naze

Those culottes there are all the rage.

We had sunshine, we had rain,

Some have had a little pain,

Like Winnie falling down the stairs.

Up she got. Smiled. She didn’t care.

We’ve had a lot of fun and games

Now the case must be packed again.

Let us all give thanks to Wilf and Ella

And all the other helpers too,

They helped with all the little things,

Without them, whatever would we do.

So let’s put our hands together

For having such good friends.

So once again thanks to all

And a safe return to our journey’s end

God bless you all.

Just little things that happened, Last year and this week

They may not rhyme, But never mind.

Two sheets of paper contain two songs, both rewritten with minor changes.

The transcripts are the amended versions.

The Old Ways

Sing a song of old ways,

Tell me a tale of the past,

Of time when England was mighty

And everyone thought it would last.

When men raised their hats to the ladies

And ladies wore dresses and skirts

And children respected their elders

Or received a sharp tap where it hurt.

When lovers were pleased to get married

And made do with the little that they had,

Kept out of debt and were happy

And the young ones knew their own dad.

When parents showed by example

The ways and the means to get by

Through hard work and honest endeavour

And today those rules still apply.

Tell the tale of the schoolroom

When teachers were strict and upright

When discipline ruled and we knew it

But we all learned to read and to write

Where they taught us the value of friendship

And to get stuck in with a grin

An Esprit de corps that was solid

Working together to win.

We listened and learned when they told us

That nothing was gained by a cheat

Played hard by rules and triumphed

And stood on our own two feet.

So sing me song of the old ways

Of prides in the land of our birth

And tell the world of this England

The noblest place on God’s earth.


Ada & Friends 1935.

This is a magazine cutting with the words written below in Ada’s handwriting

“Bridal Wishes”.

 It is the many little kindnesses,

The thoughtful things you do,

The give and take of every day

That will see your marriage through.

Share your joys and share your sorrows,

Your laughter and your tears,

And ask Our Lord above

To guide the coming years,

For he is doubly pleased

When young ones say a prayer.

He will heap upon you blessings

And take you in His care.

Mrs. M C Burnley

All That Matters

All that really matters is the way in which we live,

The way we pace our troubles & the happiness we give,

The way we deal others whom we contact on life’s way,

The way we work, the things we think and the sort of prayers we pray.

All that really matters is our attitude of mind,

The way we meet life’s rough and smooth and the set backs that we find,

The way we try to right the wrong and the way we check despair,

That the way we use our talents and the things for which we care.

And that really matters as the character we build,

The way we shape its glory by the missions we’ve fulfilled,

The rays we cast through goodness across the ways we’ve trod,

These are the things that matter to ourselves as well as to our God.

This little note is added to Ada’s tiny 1936 diary.

Happy Dreams, Happy Times, Goodnight,

It is time we turned out the light.

Close your eyes till day is dawning

Don’t wake up, I’ll see you in the morning.

If you sleep thro’ the whole night long,

You will wake up so big and strong

So you must go to bed little sleepy head

Happy Dreams, Happy Times, Goodnight.

This is written on part of an old envelope and enclosed within her diary.

On a May day in 1935 when you & I first met

At your Grandmother’s Golden Wedding day, I’ll never forget

We did our courting as couples those days did.

Since April 1938 I’ve worn your ring with pride

So as we save and planned, I knew I’d one day be your bride.

Then call-up took you far away, it nearly broke my heart.

But we stayed true, then vowed never more to part.

The years rolled by in sickness & in health

We had our share of both.


Two more of Ada's poems, passed to us by her friend and fellow member of the Wive's Group at Highfield Baptist Church.

This poem was printed on the service sheet at Ada's funeral. It was one that
she had copied out - so not her own work - but it obviously expressed
sentiments she thought fitting!

"I'm Fine"

There's nothing whatever the matter with me

I'm just as healthy as I can be

I have arthritis in both my knees,

And when I talk it's with a wheeze

My pulse is weak, my blood it thin

But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.

I think my liver is out of whack

And a terrible pain is in my back

My hearing's poor my eyesight's dim

Most everything seems to be out of trim

My doctor says my days are few

For every week there's something new.

The way I stagger is just a crime

I'm likely to drop at any time

I jump like mad at the drop of a pin

But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.

My teeth will eventually have to come out

And my diet I hate to think about

I'm over-weight and I can't get thin

My appetite's such that it's bound to win

But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.

Arch supports I have for my feet

Or I wouldn't be able to go on the street

Sleep is denied me every night

And every morning I am a sight

But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.

The moral is as this tale we unfold

That for you and me who are growing old

It's better to say "I fine" with a grin

Than to let them know the shape we're in.

"March 23rd 1990 Golden Wedding Day"

My birthday came on that sad day

You held my hand and you did say

Your birthday present still to give

To you my love with wishes

Still I think of you with love today

If only you were here by my side

To hold your hand entwined in mine

Fifty years ago I became your bride

The ring on my finger standing side by side

A gentle smile, a loving look

No need for words that's all it took.

Those wonderful years through joy and pain

Our love ever remained the same,

Your kindness your love to me sublime

How glad I am that you were mine.

Today alone I sit in your chair

No longer in my life to share

Just wishing that you were here

Yet in my heart you're ever near

To hear your voice and see your smile

Just to sit and talk for just a while

Your photograph looks down on me.

My tears fall - only your face I see

I hear you say 'Ada no more tears'

I am with you always near

As each day's dawn to each nightfall

I love you my darling best of all

At your side I'm with you every day

The Lord above shows me the way

This anniversary morn I say to you

I will love you my whole life through

Till we meet again hand in hand

Together in God's happy land.

To Harold from Ada x


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