Enid Blyton

by Barbara Stoney

  THE BIOGRAPHY

  THE BIOGRAPHY

  BARBARA STONEY

  To my husband and family

  Cover Illustration: Enid Blyton in 1923.

  First published in 1974

  This edition first published 2006

  The History Press

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  © Gillian Baverstock 2006, 2011

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  CONTENTS

  FOREWORD

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  THE ‘PHENOMENON’ LIVES ON INTO THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY

  APPENDICES

  APPENDIX 1

  APPENDIX 2

  APPENDIX 3

  APPENDIX 4

  APPENDIX 5

  APPENDIX 6

  APPENDIX 7

  APPENDIX 8

  APPENDIX 9

  APPENDIX 10

  AFTERWORD

  FOREWORD

  Some years ago, in the course of an evening’s conversation, my Mother expressed the hope that I would write her biography if it ever came to be written in the future. I would have liked to carry out this wish of hers and, indeed, gave much thought to doing so in the months immediately after her death. At that time we had recently moved to Yorkshire and my family of four children were all still young. It was difficult enough to get down to London once a month with my husband, to see friends, never mind to find the time to carry out lengthy interviews all over the South of England with people connected with my Mother’s life. I decided that a biography would have to wait for a few years until I had more time on my hands and was freer to travel away from home. In the following year, one of my Mother’s closest friends became very ill and died a few months later. Some of those acquainted with my Mother’s youth were now very elderly, some a little younger than she had been when she died; I realised that the documentation of her early years could no longer be delayed.

  Very soon after my Mother’s death, a number of people wrote to me asking for permission to write her biography. Most were genuinely interested, but they seemed to me to be unsuitable for the task, either because they were young and unmarried, or because they were male, and I thought that to fully understand my Mother’s life, a mature woman with experience of marriage and children was essential.

  About this time, Barbara Stoney wrote to me. She had been working on the life of a master thatcher, who had roofed my Mother’s home ‘Old Thatch’. He had taken her to see the house at Bourne End, and living there still were the people who had bought it from my parents. Mrs Stoney was particularly interested in talking to them because it had been suggested to her by a publisher that she might contribute to a biographical series for children and she had considered Enid Blyton as a possible subject. The series was temporarily shelved but she had become so intensely interested in my Mother’s life she had continued to search out material, reading everything that had been written about her and talking to everyone she could find who had known or worked for Enid Blyton.

  I agreed to meet Mrs Stoney and discuss the subject of the biography with her. To my surprise, she had more information on those days at Old Thatch than I had, even though I had lived there as a child. She seemed to have an instinctive understanding of the sort of person my Mother was and to be particularly interested in the way her environment had formed her character and affected her life. Very quickly I agreed that she should write my Mother’s biography and that I would let her have all the papers and diaries that existed. Unfortunately, much of importance had been destroyed before my Mother’s death, and of the many diaries she had kept throughout her life, only the early ones were left. This meant that she left behind her very little personal evidence as to her thoughts and feelings from that time onwards.

  We agreed that the book would be the story of the life of Enid Blyton: it would not be a book of literary criticism nor would it be a deep and learned psychological study of why she wrote as she did. We were concerned that the book should reveal as far as possible the human being with all her faults and virtues who was known to so many as Enid Blyton. It was not an easy task. Vital witnesses to her early years were either untraceable or dead. My Father, her first husband, died just after Mrs Stoney had discovered where he was then living. As must often happen in biographies, one person’s memories completely contradicted another’s, and trying to ascertain the true facts must have been extremely difficult. I know from my conversations with the author that there were many such incidents during the three years in which she worked on this book.

  One of her publishers, Paul Hodder Williams, with whom my Mother had worked closely for many years and who knew her well, confessed that he had been surprised to discover details of her early life that he didn’t know about at all. I was too, despite the fact that I was very close to my Mother, and talked with her freely from early childhood. But she is an important writer for children all over the world. And it is best that the very private drive and the very personal talent that made her so should be known and understood. It is best too that this should be done by someone as honest and as detached as Barbara Stoney.

  Gillian Baverstock

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  It would have been an impossible task to chart the life story of Enid Blyton without the generous assistance I have received from many quarters, in particular from Mrs Donald Baverstock, who gave me not only access to her mother’s papers, but great help and encouragement throughout. I am also indebted to Enid Blyton’s younger daughter, Mrs Imogen Smallwood, and to Mr Hanly Blyton, who gave much time and thought in helping my research into his sister’s early years and – with his cousin, Mrs Sylvia Conway – provided me with many valuable photographs from family albums.

  Among those who also lent photographs and letters or supplied personal recollections of Enid Blyton’s early life, I would like especially to thank: Miss Mabel Attenborough, Miss Margery Dawson, Dr Mirabel Harrison, Mary Potter (née Attenborough) and Mrs Phyllis Samuel (née Chase); Mrs Ida Haward (née Hunt), Misses Kathleen and Nan Fryer, Miss J. Gilchrist, and Mrs Ann Style, Secretary of Ipswich High School for Girls; Mrs Joyce Dunn (née Brandram), Mr A. Robert Dickinson, the Reverend M. Martin Harvey, Mr Derek Hudson, Mr T.R. Twallin, and Mr E.I. Childs, Headmaster of Bickley Park School; the Thompson family – Messrs. David, Brian, Peter and John – Mrs Frances Peterson, Miss E.D. Moore and others associated with ‘Southernhay’ during the 1920s.

  I am grateful, too, for all the other help I have received during my research into the writer’s later years, particularly from her executor, Mr Eric Rogers, and h
is daughter, the late Miss Patricia Rogers; solicitors, J.D. Langton and Passmore; literary agents, Mr George Greenfield and Miss Rosica Cohn; medical advisers, Dr Raymond Daley and Dr R.M. Solomon; and representatives of her many publishing houses – especially the directors and staff of Evans Brothers Limited, the Hon. Mrs Audrey Evans, Miss Audrey White and Mr Ronald Deadman and the editorial department of Teachers’ World, who gave me access to much interesting archive material covering her long association with this company.

  Among Enid Blyton’s friends, business associates, household staff and others whose help has been invaluable to me are: Mrs Mary Bale, Mr Victor Broadribb, the late Mrs Margaret Calvert (née Norris), Mrs Joyce Chapman, Miss Doris Cox, Miss Dorothy Collins, Mrs S. Colledge, Mrs Joan Dashwood, Mrs C. Emmett, Mrs Hilda Guest (née Russell-Cruise), Miss D. Herbert, Mr and Mrs R. Hughes, Dr J.P. Jackson, Mr Stephen Jennings, Mrs Lorna Jones, Miss Olive Jones, Professor Peter McKellar, Miss Jessie Mangan, Mrs Betty Marsh, Mr K. Martin, Miss Olive Openshaw, Mrs Ida Pollock, Miss Rosemary Pollock, Mr E.A. Roker, Mr Malcolm Saville, Miss Eileen Soper, Miss Grace Stuart, Miss Margaret Summerton, Mrs Marjory Twitchen, Mr and Mrs Uphill, Miss Diana Ward, Mr Ewart Wharmby, Mr David White, Mr Michael Woods and Mrs M. G. Woollerton. My thanks also to the BBC, the Chairman and Committee of the Essex Branch SLA, and to the officials of the Friends of the Centre for Spastic Children, Sunshine Fund for Blind Babies and Young People, and the People’s Dispensary for Sick Animals.

  For the updated chapter in this re-issued edition, I would particularly like to thank Pam Ally, who has kindly shared some of her wide knowledge of the changes and events that have occurred during her more than twenty-five years of working for the companies dealing with the various business concerns of Enid Blyton. She is, at the time of writing, a consultant on all matters concerning the many facets of the writer’s life and works for Chorion Limited, in addition to being the official archivist of Enid’s books now in the possession of this company who currently hold her rights.

  I am also grateful to Tony Summerfield for bringing to light Enid Blyton’s previously unknown titles which now appear in his revised version of my original bibliography in Appendix 10 of this book and for his loan of the colour images appearing between pages 144 and 145.

  1

  It is sad to watch the demolition of a house, the tearing away at walls which once enclosed the joys, sorrows and triumphs of its former occupants. When this has also been a home known to millions and around which many dreams were spun, such a scene takes on an added poignancy.

  So it was on a warm, sunny day in the late summer of 1973, when the last of Green Hedges at Beaconsfield came tumbling down. Here, for thirty eventful years, lived Enid Blyton – the most prolific, successful, yet controversial children’s writer of all time. It was to this house that hundreds of her readers from all over the world continued to address their letters long after she died in 1968, and from which many thousands once received her distinctive, hand-written replies. Under its roof most of the characters from her books were created and many of the dramas of her own private life enacted – a life which began some thirty miles away, in 1897, at East Dulwich in South London.

  Enid Blyton’s early forebears are believed to have come over to England at the time of the Norman Conquest and to have settled in Lincolnshire, where the name appears under various spellings in many of the early chronicles for that county. There is a village called Blyton in the Lincolnshire Wolds and a chantry was founded in Lincoln Cathedral in 1327, apparently bequeathed by a de Bliton who was the mayor of the city four years earlier. For several centuries the family were concerned with farming or the wool and cloth trade – but George Blyton, Enid’s great-grandfather, was a cordwainer.

  George Blyton was thought by his relations to be something of an eccentric. He spent much of his spare time tramping through his home county of Lincolnshire preaching to all who cared to listen and it was said that it had always been his ambition to go to the Fiji Isles to ‘convert the heathen’. Instead, he stayed at home in Swinderby making fine boots and shoes and raising a large family. With such aspirations, however, it is not surprising that he gave his elder son, Thomas, the second name of Carey, after one of the founders of the Baptist Missionary Society. Thomas Carey, Enid’s grandfather, eventually left Swinderby to become a linen draper in Sheffield, but there is no record to show how he came to meet and marry his Irish-born wife, Mary Ann Hanly, in Camberwell in 1864.

  Family rumour has it that Mary Ann was descended from the Dukes of Hamilton and was born at the house of her grandfather – a Doctor Hamilton of County Tyrone – but little is known of her background prior to her marriage. By all accounts she was a surprisingly well-educated woman and made a great impression on all who met her, including the young Enid on the few occasions she visited her grandmother at Swinderby.

  Enid’s father, Thomas Carey junior, was born in 1870 and was the fourth of Mary Ann’s seven children. One of his sisters became a professional musician, another an elocutionist and a creative, artistic thread seemed to run throughout the family. Thomas himself had many talents and an engaging personality. There was nothing particularly striking about his appearance. He was short in stature, had a large nose and a sallow complexion but his eyes – dark brown and arresting – gave a hint of his restless personality. At the time of his marriage in 1896 to Theresa Mary Harrison, a pretty, raven-haired girl from his home town of Sheffield, he was a salesman with a cutlery firm, but his interests outside his work were many and varied. Even in those days his thirst for knowledge led him into studying astronomy, teaching himself French, German and shorthand and learning to play both the piano and banjo. He painted in water colours, was no mean photographer, sang with a fine baritone voice, wrote poetry – and read voraciously. Books were his great love and he acquired new ones whenever he could. During his courting days he would each week allot one sixpence towards a box of chocolates for his future wife and another to buy one of a series of ‘sixpenny classics’ then being published by Cassells. In this way he was able to accumulate almost the complete set and these books, along with many hundreds of others on a wide variety of subjects, were to delight the young Enid in later years.

  Soon after his marriage Thomas moved from Sheffield to represent his company in London and it was on 11 August 1897 at 354 Lordship Lane, a small, two-bedroom apartment above a shop in East Dulwich, that his first child, Enid Mary, was born. A few months before the birth, his job with the cutlery manufacturer had come to an end and at the suggestion of an uncle he joined his two older brothers in the family ‘mantle warehousing’ business of Fisher and Nephews, which was also based in London. This proved a happy change for Thomas and from then on his fortunes improved – as did the houses rented by him for his growing family.

  His first move, when Enid was only a few months old, was into the neighbouring suburb of Beckenham in Kent where, in 1899, at a semidetached villa in Chaffinch Road, Theresa gave birth to a son, Hanly. Three years later, at a slightly larger house in nearby Clockhouse Road, a second boy – Carey – arrived.

  There had been little more than a back-yard at Chaffinch Road, so the garden at the new home was a delight for the two older children. Here they could play contentedly for hours, providing they kept off Thomas’s well-kept borders. Hanly’s memory of that first garden at Clockhouse Road was of a front privet hedge behind iron railings, with irises and lots of snails. But his sister was to remember far more, especially of the small patch allotted to her by her father in which she invested most of her pocket money. Many years later she described this garden as being square in shape, running from the path to the wall. In it she planted Virginia stock, candytuft, mignonette, clarkia, poppies and ‘many hardy nasturtiums that climbed high over the wall, thick with orange flowers.’ Her father understood her excitement when the first green shoots appeared from the carefully bought seeds for he, too, loved his garden and working there together was only one of the many interests they shared.

 
Thomas delighted in his young daughter, so like himself both in appearance and temperament. She had the same dark hair, alert brown eyes and sensitive, highly-strung nature, intent upon seeking out all life had to offer. Almost from the beginning he felt a special bond had been welded between them, and he was often to tell her of the occasion on which he was convinced he had saved her life. She was barely three months old at the time and dangerously ill with whooping cough. The doctor, when called on that cold November evening, had looked grave. Shaking his head sadly, he had told Thomas and Theresa that he doubted if their baby girl would survive until the morning, but Thomas refused to accept the doctor’s opinion. He took the sick infant from his wife’s arms and all through that long winter night sat cradling her to him, keeping out the cold and willing her to stay alive. In the early hours when the crisis had passed and he had finally been persuaded to go to bed he had lain awake for some time, exhilarated by the thought that he had undoubtedly saved his daughter’s life.

  Enid loved hearing this story and would ask him to repeat it to her many times. She enjoyed listening to all her father’s tales – whether of his own boyhood in Sheffield, of the leprechauns, fairies and ‘little people’ once told him by his Irish mother, or those based on history or the classics. Many of these he would relate to her on the long walks they took together through fields and woodland when Thomas, also a keen, self-taught naturalist, would enthusiastically air his knowledge of the countryside to his eager companion.

  ‘He knew more about flowers, birds and wild animals than anyone I had ever met and was always willing to share his knowledge with me,’ Enid wrote years later, adding wistfully, ‘These were the happiest times, when looking back it seems the days were always warm and sunny and the skies deeply blue.’

  Often her father would quote extracts of poetry as they walked and sometimes they would make up little rhymes of their own, laughing over the nonsense of these when they finally returned for tea at the well-kept house in Clockhouse Road. Afterwards Thomas would take out his banjo and sing popular songs or nursery rhymes to amuse his family and then, when the children were in bed, he would seat himself at his much cherished piano and play long into the night. For most of her life, Enid could never listen to certain sonatas by Beethoven or works by Chopin, Liszt, Mozart and Rachmaninoff without recalling the days of her childhood, when she would lie in bed, almost asleep, listening to her father playing hour after hour downstairs.