My Mother’s Voice

Alzheimer’s being the conniving thieving bitch that  it is, my mother wasn’t herself in the final years of her life. The  woman I visited in the Alzheimer’s special care unit was a stranger wearing my mother’s skin but not much else, like the invasion of the body snatchers had taken place, month after month beneath the surface, until one day we looked and the woman we knew was gone, replaced by some alien being. An imposter. Intruder alert. Intruder alert. She died back in 2012. Don’t worry; I won’t be getting maudlin on you.  My real mother–not that stranger in a wheel chair, head nodding on her shoulder–is who I want to think about today.  My real mother —Enid Maude Good nee Hayden, a prim, old-fashioned name, perhaps the only thing about her I didn’t love— was British-born and had a lovely London lilt to her voice her whole life even though she left England in the mid-1950’s. I suppose at thirty, her vocal patterns were already frozen in place.  Sounding like a cross between

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Above Ground on the London Underground—Day 48: Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens

If it's Friday we must be back in London. Every Friday I take a virtual walking tour ‘above ground’ on the London Underground. Using my Tube guide & my fitbit® device, my goal is to walk 10,000 steps a day roughly following along the Underground route, reporting back here on Fridays with my findings We're currently following the Central Line. Here are the previous days. This is Day 48.

Last week my post about Kensington Gardens focused mainly on the palace and Princess Diana’s place within and without. Our fearless British Isles Friday leader, Joy, left a comment that her must-see in the gardens was the Peter Pan statue, which, she added, she found ‘remarkably difficult to photograph.’ It’s even harder when one is writing from California! 

I hadn’t thought about Peter Pan—I rarely plan these walks ahead of time, simply pick up where I left off—but of course before we return to the Central Line via the Marble Arch station, I have to visit the statue. What young girl hasn’t imagined herself Wendy, in love with Peter, and the whole poignant impossibility of endless childhood? What boy hasn’t wanted to be him. Quite a lot of those actually, enough to make up a dysfunctional type of man known in pop psychology as having a Peter Pan complex. A Puer aeternus, the grown man is socially immature. Like Peter Pan, he refuses to grow up.

The photograph of the statue I’m sharing here is the one provided by the official website. Carved into the base are squirrels, rabbits, mice and fairies climbing up to Peter who stands at the top. But let’s be honest, the photo anyway, does lack that touch of magic inherent in Peter Pan, the magic that Joy was likely going for. 

What I do find magical is that author J.M. Barrie himself commissioned the statue from Sir George Frampton in 1902, the same year he wrote the Peter Pan story The Little White Bird in which Peter flies out of his nursery, landing beside the Long Water. And according to the official Peter Pan statue website, that’s the exact spot where the statue is located. The Long Water is the rather fanciful name for the slim length of water that turns into the Serpentine, both lakes are in what used to be part of Hyde Park. 

Adding to the magic is that the statue was erected in secret during the night and 'magically' appeared on May 1st, 1912 without any advance publicity.

On the day of its installation, Barrie placed the following announcement in The Times:
“There is a surprise in store for the children who go to Kensington Gardens to feed the ducks in the Serpentine this morning. Down by the little bay on the south-western side of the tail of the Serpentine they will find a May-day gift by Mr J.M. Barrie, a figure of Peter Pan blowing his pipe on the stump of a tree, with fairies and mice and squirrels all around. It is the work of Sir George Frampton, and the bronze figure of the boy who would never grow up is delightfully conceived.’’

J.M. Barrie plays Hook to Michael Llewelyn Davies Peter

That boy who wouldn’t grow up seems to be inspired by both Barrie’s brother who died in an ice-skating accident just before his 14th birthday and Michael one of the Llewelyn Davies children, the family many of us met and fell in love with in Finding Neverland starring Johnny Depp as Barrie and Kate Winslet as Mrs Llewelyn Davies. Check the film out over on my book2movie site Chapter1-Take1. *

One last bit of magic: these days you can use your smartphone to bring the 100-year-old statue to life. The site says you can just swipe your phone on the nearby plaque to get a personal call-back from Peter Pan.

Has anyone done that? I’d love to know what Peter sounds like.

Before we leave, one small detour. As long as we’re in the park let’s have a wander down to Princess Diana’s Memorial Fountain, dedicated by the Queen in 2004. If your feet are feeling achy from our little walk, it’s okay to sit on the side and dabble your feet in the water. The website asks that you please not walk on the actual memorial. 

*Searching for an image of J.M. Barrie I learned that there is a darker side to Barrie’s relationship with the little boy Michael, namely the possibility of Barrie’s obsessive behavior indicating predatory actions. Whether those are just theories or reality, I’m not sure having just glanced at the article. Oof, that’s the kind of disturbing, un-magical thinking I’ll save for another day.

Peter Pan Statue
Hyde Park, London W2 2UH

+44 300 061 2000

Princess Diana Memorial Fountain
Hyde Park, W Carriage Dr, London W2 2UH
+44 20 7298 2000

Counting the Fitbit steps

Day 1-47:                                                 350,340 steps/153.9 miles    

Day 48: Peter Pan Statue                              5000 steps/2 miles

Total Imaginary Miles to Date               355,340 steps/155.9 miles

Connect to Joy Weese Moll’s British Isles Friday meme. 


  1. Wonderful. We finally visited Peter Pan earlier this year and the reason it may be hard to photograph is possibly the number of people visiting it. We resisted the urge to hear Peter talk at us. Barrie seems to have had a troubled childhood and to have been a little odd, but from what I can make out didn't cross any boundaries. I hope he didn't - it would ruin a timeless, magical, tale. Can't wait to see what you say about Oxford Street..!

  2. Fun! I didn't know about the surprise reveal of Peter Pan. We had a lovely time walking through Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens one day.

    1. Joy, it was your walk and telling me about the Peter Pan statue that inspired this post!


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