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That time I wanted to pass myself off as Joyce Carol Oates #TBT

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I submitted my first piece of writing when I was seventeen, a story about my first job, working at the employee cafeteria at General Telephone where my mother was a dispatcher. Rolling the 20# white bond backed by a sheet of thin blue carbon paper into my Smith Corona, I typed it out slowly, carefully, on a piece of erasable paper—and mailed it off to Cosmopolitan along with a cover letter. Not just to any editor at Cosmo, by the way, I sent it directly to Helen Gurley Brown. 

The piece itself, meant to be comical, was full of clumsy attempts at self-effacing humor.  I strived for a similar tone in the cover letter I addressed to Brown, completely clueless that the high powered editor in chief wasn’t the one reading unsolicited manuscripts. After I signed off I added the following PS. I could have said I was Joyce Carol Oates. What I thought that would accomplish I can’t imagine. That an unsatisfactory submission would get published because of a lame joke? 

No surprise, in the SASE I’d …

Above Ground on the London Underground: Day 13 ... Horniman’s Museum & Gardens

I’m taking a virtual walking tour ‘above ground’ on the London Underground. Using my Tube guide and my fitbit® device, my goal is to walk at least 10,000 steps a day roughly following along the Underground route, reporting back here on Fridays with my findings. This is Day 13.

I try to live by the shoulder-shrugging “Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans.” So when a reader suggested that as long as I was in Peckham on my virtual walking tour of London I might want “to stroll over to the wonderful Horniman Museum (due south) or the beautiful Dulwich Picture Gallery (south-west)” after a brief debate with myself about sticking with my plan, I shrugged my shoulders and said, why not? That’s the fun of travel, virtual or not, discovering new things, encountering unexpected pleasures. Thanks, Moira, for taking me along the road less traveled!


Old Camberwell Cemetery/ Photo by Katie Hare via Pearrls.com

It’s a perfect day for walking, unusually balmy (why not, it’s make-believe) as I start the day by retracing my steps from Peckham Rye Station (overground, not the underground) along Peckham Rye and past the Camberwell Cemetery—must get back there one day—to the wonderful Hornimam Gallery. 



Oh, wow, I think, it is wonderful, wishing I was here a dozen years ago holding my then-ten year old son’s hand as we explore Frederick Horniman’s collection in the Natural History Galley. 



What little boy—or girl, this is 2016 after all—wouldn’t love encountering the skeleton of a Lowland Gorilla or the taxidermic stuffings of a wolf? Horniman was a tea trader whose business took him around the world. He started collecting in the latter part of the 19th century and amassed such a tremendous amount of fascinating things that his wife threatened, ‘Either the collection goes, or I go.’ Instead, the whole family went. Moving with his wife and children into a new home, Horniman made his former home into a proper museum, opening it to the public as the Surrey House Museum in 1890. It was free to the public then, and, over a hundred years, and thousands of objects later, it still is.



Long-tailed Field Mouse; Wood Mouse (Apodemus sylvaticus)



There’s so much to see here, thousands of objects on display. In addition to the Natural History Gallery there’s an aquarium and a music space plus a dizzying array of anthropology and archeological finds. Outside there’s acres of park—and an honest to goodness British bog—a beautiful conservatory that sparkles in the sun. 



And it’s all free. Or mostly. There are special exhibits that do require tix so check the website. The Victorian conservatory has a cafe attached so your hungry kids can eat before the irritability sets in. It’s also available to hire for private parties and as you might expect is popular with June brides. 





There’s no way I can fit it all into a couple of hours in the morning. I was planning on lunching at the Belair House and then heading to the Dulwich Picture Gallery after lunch, before bedding down at the Tulse Hill Hotel. But I’ve been quite far enough for one day, and you’ve read more than enough from me. They’ll wait until next week. Hoping you will too. 

Here’s a video via the museum highlighting its fascinating and family friendly features. 

Note to self: come back in real time one day. 



Old Camberwell Cemetery
Brenchley Gardens, Greater London SE23 3RD
+44 20 7525 5600

Horniman Museum & Gardens
100 London Rd, London SE23 3PQ
+44 20 8699 1872 

Counting the Fitbit Steps
Day 1-12: 134,350 steps / 57.2  miles  (approx)

Day 13: Peckham Rye Station to Horniman’s
               5000 steps/2.4 miles 
            
                                                           
Total Imaginary Miles to Date                                               139,350 steps / 59.6  miles 

Go back to Day 12: Feeling Peckish in Peckham Rye Catch up on all my virtual London walks here.


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Comments

  1. What a great collection! I had no idea that was available in London. I get a kick out of the home collections of amateur Victorian naturalists -- this feels like the same thing on a much grander scale.

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  2. I don't know what to comment on first....your photos are great and I every time you post your virtual tour, I want to book a flight and go see these things! I love this series you are posting.

    The conservatory is stunning. A natural history museum would definitely be on my list to visit. I have only been to one, in France, and it was amazing. Great post! Thanks for your comment on my blog 😀

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