Issue 324 21st February 2014

Real people Real people don‟t seek to blame others for their own shortcomings, or when things go wrong. Real people know about personal responsibility. Real people are content with their lot and don‟t strive incessantly to attain more.

Real people know not only the cost of things, but the value of them too. Real people don‟t fret about their looks, and seek a perfection which does not exist. Real people know that what counts is not skin deep. Real people admire integrity, not celebrity. Real people applaud character, not wealth. Real people know that you can‟t take money or status with you. Real people appre-ciate that the only legacy worth having is the regard of others.

Real people know that everyone needs rest, and that humans aren‟t designed to work 24/7. If they do, they are in danger of losing their humanity. Real people realize that we are all dependent on the planet for our survival, and treat it with respect. Real people are humble and kind. They are not censorious and loud, and puffed up with their own importance. They put the interests of others above their own. Real people know that what comes out of their mouths reflects what goes on in their minds and hearts. They are careful what they say and how they

say it. They know the damage words can cause. Real people are a blessing to everyone they meet. I was married to a Real Person. Assignment: Penny Wheat

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Commons retort: possibly a Nye Bevan quote being remembered: “Half the

Tories opposite are crooks.” The HofC Speaker: “Retract!” “Very well, half

the Tories opposite aren‟t crooks.”

If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead, either write things

worth reading or do things worth writing. ~ Benjamin Franklin

Wrinkles indicate where smiles and frowns have taken their toll.

"A life spent making mistakes is not only more honourable, but more useful

than a life spent doing nothing." ~ George Bernard Shaw

The garden is coming alive with new growth and shooting spikes from

daffodil bulbs, which goes to show that, thankfully, not everything has

rotted off in the wet.

At last, now even a Cardinal is saying the austerity measures are far too

cruel and the people are severely suffering.

Random words : brine, chestnut, Thomas, fire, compact, cover, water, daughter Assignment : Ghost Town

Audrey Jackson

On the bright side, Tuesday March 4th is Pancake Day!

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REAL PEOPLE Lee was real alright Half his life in care He knew how to fight He hated education And foreigners on sight. Lee mugged foreign students At knifepoint He knew how to scare Abandoned by his mom and an alcoholic dad He also robbed drunks without feeling bad. He was angry and inflicted pain. he watched violent videos But loved the films.. Of John Wayne.

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Harvesting The Fruit. Last year I planted a number of fruit bushes in one of my plots as I knew I was going to get another one to make up for the space that the fruit would take. Per-haps I went a bit over board with the number of my bushes as we have already picked something like 16lbs of Gooseberries for the freezer and we are still picking Black, Red and White Currants as they ripen on the different bushes. There has been a real problem with Gooseberry Sawfly, but it didn‟t really affect the fruit, although the leaves were stripped on all the Red and White Currants and Josta Berries as well as the Gooseberries. Interestingly, the Black Currants don‟t seem to be affected by the Saw Fly at all.

My Strawberry planting was definitely over the top as my brother managed to pick three bucketful‟s of ripe Strawberries besides all the punnets that I picked! Originally, I bought only half a dozen Strawberry plants and potted up the “Runners,” to increase my numbers. My Strawberry patch was origi-nally planted up with only 4 rows of 6 plants that in the space of a couple of seasons have made a solid mass of plants and resulted in the huge quantity of fruit. Consequently, I am going to remove two of the alternate rows in the Autumn to make a space between the remaining rows. My brother has said he will have some of the plants with the others already being earmarked for another plot holder. Hopefully, my smaller planting of White Strawberries, (that came from just

one plant with its “Runners,”) will start to produce fruit the following season when the older red Strawberries start to become less productive and need to be really sorted out. It is too early for my “Late,” Raspberries, but the plants are looking good and seem to be settling in nicely with some good growth after being re-planted. I did intend to dig in a strip of “Weed control membrane,” round the Raspberries and between the red and yellow varieties to stop the roots spreading, but that hasn‟t been done yet. It is another one of those good ideas that I never seem to put into practice! When I got my new plot and did all my fruit planting I decided to put some fruit trees in as well. Most allotments don‟t permit trees as they can get too big and cause shade, but in their wisdom, our committee decided to permit fruit trees as long as they are dwarfed and kept below 2 metres in height. At home I had 3 small fruit trees that had been “£5 specials,” bought from one of these discount shops and had been planted in and subsequently dug up from my plot at Amerton when that site closed. The idea is to train

these trees with their branches growing outwards by tying them down to posts and horizontal wires rather than letting them grow skywards. So, I planted those along with a tiny Fig tree grown from a cutting and a poor specimen of a Medlar that had been heavily discounted at a garden centre to clear it. With these trees I planted 3 Tayberries that are supposed to give better fruit than Logan Berries. Until the trees grow and the roots spread robbing the soil around them, I decided to maximise my growing space by planting in between the trees for this year and per-haps the next. Dahlias, both Red and Yellow Tomatoes, along with Cape Gooseberries have filled the spaces. I did want to train a couple of trees along the allotments exter-nal boundary fence, but as it was pointed out the horses in the adjoining paddock would simply chew them to bits! So, I have put in two thorny Blackberries down the fence which hopefully the horses won‟t bother with. Elsewhere on my plots my Grape Vines are putting on some growth as they have loved all the heat we have had and are at last beginning to travel along the training wires that I put up in the Winter. I only put up single wires for them because that is all we are allowed between plots, although technically the wires are slightly away from my boundary so that I can get along them to pick my grape harvest from the sunny South facing side! They won‟t fruit again this year, but I am expecting better things from them next season when they should be just that bit more estab-lished with a better root system and they will have developed some fruiting spurs.

Dear Friends: We miss you! When did you last put in an appearance at the library group? It seems like ages ...

When did you send in anything for the bulletin? 2013? 2012? When did you think ... I really should help out a bit and become a Trustee?

There are now only FOUR of us on the committee! with a combined age of over 250+ years ... To keep going RBW needs more „regular‟ bulletin contributors, more people coming to library group

and more Trustees. Hope to see, or hear, from „you‟ again soon ...

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Year 1589 : The Cast : The Queen‟s Men : a group of strolling players thrown out of London where the theatres have been closed due to an outbreak of plague. Elizabeth I was on the throne. Kit Marlowe (wordsmith/detective), Harry Swann (the murderer of the-first victim who first found the chal-ice) Samuel Burball (Owner), Peter Pecksniff, Daniel Alleynes, young Hal who plays a girl‟s role very badly. Vesta Swann, Rosie Ripp-sheet. The Boar‟s Head Tavern, Trentby: Bertha landlady, Molly Golightly, Martha Goodnight wenches. Ned the bear keeper. The Trentby Abbey of St Jude : Abbot Ranulf knows something about the missing Roman hoard of silver plate/chalice etc The Manor of Bluddschott : sodden Squire Darnley Bluddschott, wife Mis-tress Anne, daughter Penelope about to be sold off into matrimony, Mis-tress Hood seamstress, sister to Penny, Mistress Tatanya

The Sheriff‟s Castle : Magistrate Squire Humphrey Pettigrew, Black Knight, the Sheriff Burrowmere Lord Haywood, man-at-arms Richard of Hyde Leigh, a constable Daniel Smithers and a scribe Modern Day: Rick Fallon and Tommy Tip-Tip McGee** Private eyes in Trentby on case for Sir Kipling Aloysius Bluddschott (Sister Christobel) to locate silver chalice and Roman hoard of Trentby Abbey + corpse Jago Swann DI Pete Ferret and Lavender Pomeroy and Rose Rippsheet PLEASE NOTE: It is imperative that those writing for the storyline read what other writers have already written before they add a new piece. AND the year has been changed and Moll Rippsheet has become Rosie.

The man was a complete fool. Lord Haywood pulled his mount to a stop and dis-mounted. Smithers grabbed the reins and fell over his own feet. „So I take it, that vicious cruel beastie is the culprit?‟ said his lordship in a quiet voice,

his arm extended by a horsewhip as he pointed at the bear which was sleeping content-edly on a pile of straw at the bottom of the deep pit. „Yes, your grace,‟ said the Constable, who in the clear light of day wasn‟t half as sure as

he once had been. „There are unanswered questions here. You realise this?‟ Lord Haywood‟s horse nodded

in agreement and snorted, the smell of human blood reaching his flaring nostrils. The Constable nodded as well, if even the Sheriff‟s horse knew he was in error ... „I‟m making further enquiries,‟ muttered Smithers wishing he was anywhere but here.

„He must have had help.‟ „Who? The bear? Think man. The bear could not master mind a murder of this magni-

tude.‟ „Murder?‟ said Smithers. The bar had suddenly raised high above his pay grade. „Obviously, it‟s a murder,‟ sighed the Sheriff. „How could a bear carry off the lower part

of the body to the river and the upper part to the midden and climb back into its pit?‟ „But the slaying?‟ „That we will never know. The evidence has been too distorted and moved by too many

hands. The details of a death are where the answer oft times lies. We have no such lux-ury of evidence. It may well be a drunken fool tumbled into the pit and the bear finished him off and tore into the body as is its nature. Other hands then hooked out the dis-membered parts and dumped them.‟ „But is that murder?‟ asked the Constable incredible that the Sheriff was talking to him,

a common man, in such a confidential way. „It is if the drunken fool was pushed into the pit ... or killed prior to the pit fall ... or in-

jured prior to the pit fall. It could well be this poor old bear has been set up, framed so to say, to take the blame for the tragedy.‟ „How is this to be determined?‟ asked the Constable trying to still the lively horse and

retain his feet and his dignity. „Only by witness. There is guilt here. Someone tried to cover up this felony. One or

more villains hooked out the pieces and moved them. Muddying the trail of evidence and incriminating themselves.‟ „Is that a hanging offence, my Lord?‟ The Lord Sheriff regarded the Constable, that was the first intelligent question the oaf

had asked. „That will be decided by a jury and a Magistrate at some future date. Let us not get ahead of ourselves.‟ Smithers reddened, as the rains were taken from him and the Sheriff swung up easily

into the high saddle. „Carry on with your search for witnesses and report back to me on the morrow. You

may say there will be a purse for any fellow who provides good information which leads to the capture of anyone involved in this death. I‟ll have my scribe write up a poster for the priest to read out in church services throughout the parish.‟ With that the Sheriff‟s stallion bounded away in a splatter of mud and gravel leaving

Smithers, way out of his depth, shaking in confusion.

THE RIPPSHEET CHRONICLES.

Dear Dedicated readers & writers, of the ongoing RBW Tambourine Saga.

You may have noticed that there are two female characters sharing a name, as I introduced the

modern Rosie I thought I should explain my thoughts on both characters. Apart from the name of Rosemary Rippsheet, familiarly Rosie (For ye verily I say unto thee that it hath been decreed that it shall be spelled that way), there are few likenesses.

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16th Century Rosie is probably now about 20, started work at about 12 or 14 as a tavern servant: part waitress, part barmaid, part whore, part cook, and part just about anything.

Some things are certain in the religion dominated Agrarian economy of the day [if economy isn't

too grand a word for it], amongst those is that she will frequently be half starved, usually poorly dressed, lice ridden, stinking and filthy because frequent washing was thought to lay you open to ill-

ness, and prey to any major diseases going around at the time. I haven't detected a consensus on appearance - other than she's pretty - but as the ideal of beauty

has changed over the centuries it's unlikely that she would be considered so today. She MAY be able to read and write a little; many lower class children did 'learn their letters'. Spell-

ing wasn't standardised; but as the regional dialects made it difficult to decide how to spell words

that didn't matter. [Roll on Dr. Johnson!] Numeracy was more problematic as the use of Roman numerals was still widespread. Those fancy

Arabic numbers where known but not much used in the main. Businesses and the rising intelligencia liked them, even if they did think it peculiar that it had a number for none. I mean who EVER heard

of lending money at 0%? She's going to get ahead and be damned to anyone who gets in her way. For the back-story, she

discovers where the old Abbot hid the stuff from his treasury and raids it to sell on to some shady

merchants. With the cash, she buys herself out of the tavern trade and into land and property. Being a realist, and a shrewd operator, she turns it into a nice annual income but maybe not the fortune

she'd need to get herself married into the titled class. But there again folks is funny.

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21st century Rosie, full name Rosemary Millicent (just to add to the confusion - sorry I mean fun - sometimes Rosie, sometimes Molly), is 36, she left school with a bunch of 'A' levels, went to Univer-

sity [make one up if you wish], parents deceased, joined the RAF on a short service commission, she got married and divorced, no kids.

No lack of literacy or numeracy there, in fact she probably thinks that Roman numerals are silly be-cause not having a zero or negative numbers and starting counting at 1 is stupid.

Then a stroke of luck (?) and she came up on the lottery. Now a lady of leisure she was bored to

tears until Lavender Pomeroy, or Mrs McGee to be formal, roped her in as a junior partner in the firm (10%), front office reception, researcher, office manager, and female operative for Pomeroy, McGee,

and Fallon. At least 21st C conventionally good looking - no details agreed yet - she's a woman with a mind of

her own and more strings than anyone should have bows to go with them! CMH

Editor note ... Comments welcomed ... This is a group effort and not every writer will have the same opinion

about the characters they are including in their submissions ... However, it is always useful to learn the thinking of others behind char-acterisation ... Unfortunately, it doesn‟t follow that anyone else will take the slightest notice of such considerations ... „twas ever thus ...

Latest Competitions: Rhyme and reason: reflections on climate change poetry slam | Closing Date: 28-Feb-14 http://www.poetrylibrary.org.uk/competitions/?id=1507 York Literature Festival - YorkMix Open Poetry Competition | Closing Date: 28-Feb-14 http://www.poetrylibrary.org.uk/competitions/?id=1508 International Poetry Festival 'Struga Poetry Evenings' | Closing Date: 28-Feb-14 http://www.poetrylibrary.org.uk/competitions/?id=1511

Wenlock Poetry Festival Poetry Competition 2014 | Closing Date: 17-Mar-14 http://www.poetrylibrary.org.uk/competitions/?id=1512

Shot Through the Heart - Southbank Centre Poetry Film Competition | Closing Date: 30-May-14 http://www.poetrylibrary.org.uk/competitions/?id=1518

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The Christopher Tower Poetry Competition Open for submissions from 16-18 year olds on the theme of ‘News’.The first prize is £3,000, with £1,000 and £500 going to the second and third prize-winners. Judges are Olivia McCan-non, Kei Miller and Peter McDonald. Closing date for entries is Friday 28 February. Cardiff International Poetry Competition This year’s prize will be judged by Lemn Sissay, Rhian Edwards and Samantha Wynne Rhydderch with a first prize of £5000 and additional prizes of £500, £250 £50 each for five runners-up. Closing date for entries is Friday 14 March. StAnza Poetry Festival, 6–9 March Now in its 17th year, the headline poets at Scotland’s Poetry Festival in 2014 are Louis de Bernières, Sujata Bhatt, John Burnside, David Constantine, Tishani Doshi, Carol Ann Duffy, Menna Elfyn, Paul Muldoon, Ron Silliman and Brian Turner. Venue: St Andrews. Poetry PhD Festival in London The Poetry School is running an all-day festival of ideas titled ‘Is There a Doctor in the House?’ on Saturday 15th March at the 1901 Arts Club in London SE1. There are festivals for which you need wellies and a tent. And there are festivals for which you need a receptive poetry brain and a desire to write more deeply, more widely, more interestingly. Martin Figura’s Whistle After four years and almost 60 performance all over the UK, this is the last opportunity to ex-perience Martin’s one-man show in his home city of Norwich. 8pm on Wednesday 26 March at Norwich Arts Centre. Cambridge Literary Festival, 1–6 April Cambridge Wordfest has undergone a transformational development. The bigger brighter programme showcases more leading writers than ever before in its six-day celebration of the written and spoken word. Featured poets are Patience Agbabi, Gillian Clarke, Carol Ann Duffy, Elaine Feinstein, Owen Sheers and Luke Wright. 8th High Tide Festival, 10-19 April 2014 The full programme is now available for this annual feast of national and international new plays – full productions, rehearsed readings, talks and lots more. Another Suffolk cultural highlight of the Suffolk year, HighTide takes place at The Cut in Halesworth. For more information on the above check out STUFF (the Feb issue ) on the Poetry Trust website

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William Makepeace Thackeray 18 July 1811 – 24 December 1863 was an English novelist of the 19th century, famous for his satirical works, particularly Vanity Fair, a scathing portrait of English society. Source material Wikipedia and other websites

Thackeray, an only child, was born in Calcutta India, where his father, Richmond Thackeray (Richmond

Thackeray, was born at South Mimms and went to India in 1798 at age sixteen as a writer (civil servant) with the East India Company. Richmond fathered a daughter, Sarah Redfield, in 1804 with Charlotte Sophia Rudd, his possibly Eurasian mistress, and both mother and daughter were named in his will. Such

liaisons were common among gentlemen of the East India Company) was secretary to the board of reve-nue in the British East India Company. His mother, Anne Becher was the second daughter of Harriet Be-

cher and John Harman Becher, who was also a secretary for the East India Company. William's father, Richmond, died in 1815, which caused his mother to send him to England in 1816. The ship made a short stopover at St. Helena where the imprisoned Napoleon was pointed out to him. Once in England he was

educated at schools in Southampton and Chiswick and then at Charterhouse School. He disliked Charter-house, parodying it in his writing as "Slaughterhouse." (Thackeray was honoured in the Charterhouse Chapel with a monument.) Illness in his last year there postponed his matriculation at Trinity College,

Cambridge, until February 1829. Never too keen on academic studies, he left the University in 1830, though some of his writing appeared in university publications The Snob and The Gownsman.

He travelled on the continent, visiting Paris and Weimar, where he met Goethe. He returned to England

and began to study law at the Middle Temple. On reaching the age of 21, he came into his inheritance which squandered on gambling and by funding two unsuccessful newspapers, The National Standard and The Constitutional. He also lost part of his fortune in the collapse of two Indian banks. Forced to consider

a profession, he turned to art, which he studied in Paris, but did not pursue, except in later years as the illustrator of his own novels.

Thackeray's years of idleness ended after he married (20 August 1836) Isabella Gethin Shawe (1816–

1893), second daughter of Isabella Creagh Shawe and Matthew Shawe, a colonel primarily in India. They had three children, all girls: Anne Isabella (1837–1919), Jane (died at 8 months) and Harriet Marian (1840–1875). He now began "writing for his life," as he put it, turning to journalism in an effort to support his

young family. He primarily worked for Fraser's Magazine, a sharp-witted and sharp-tongued conservative publication, for which he produced art criticism, short fictional sketches, and two longer fictional works,

Catherine and The Luck of Barry Lyndon. From 1837 to 1840 he also reviewed books for The Times. He was also a regular contributor to The Morning Chronicle and The Foreign Quarterly Review. Later, he be-gan writing for the newly created Punch magazine, where he published The Snob Papers, later collected

as The Book of Snobs.

Tragedy struck in his personal life as his wife succumbed to depression after the birth of their third child in 1840. He took his ailing wife to Ireland. During the crossing she threw herself from a water-closet into the

sea, but she was pulled from the waters. From November 1840 to February 1842 she was in and out of professional care, her condition waxing and waning. She eventually deteriorated into a permanent state of detachment from reality. Thackeray desperately sought cures, but nothing worked, and she ended up con-

fined in a home near Paris. She remained there until 1893, outliving her husband by thirty years. After his wife's illness, Thackeray became a de facto widower, never establishing another permanent relationship. He did pursue other women, e.g. Mrs Jane Brookfield, and Sally Baxter. In 1851 Mr Brookfield barred

Thackeray from further visits or correspondence with Jane. Baxter, an American twenty years his junior he

met during a lecture tour in New York in 1852, married someone else in 1855.

In the early 1840s, Thackeray had success with two travel books, The Paris Sketch Book and The Irish Sketch Book. He achieved more recognition with Snob Papers (serialised 1846/7, published in book form in 1848), but the work that really

established his fame was Vanity Fair, which first appeared in serialised instalments beginning in January 1847. Even before Vanity Fair completed its serial run, Thackeray had become a celebrity hailed as the equal of Dickens. Anthony Trollope

ranked History of Henry Esmond as Thackeray‟s greatest work. However, Thackeray believed he was writing in a more real-istic tradition away from the exaggeration and sentimentality of Dickens.

He remained "at the top of the tree," as he put it, for the remainder of his life, producing several novels, notably Pendennis, The Newcomes, and The History of Henry Esmond, despite various illnesses, including a near fatal one that struck in 1849 in the middle of writing Pendennis. He twice visited the United States on lecture tours during this period. Thackeray also gave lectures on the English humorists of the eighteenth century, and on the Hanoverian monarchs. The latter series was pub-

lished in book form as The Four Georges. In Oxford, he stood, unsuccessfully, as an independent for Parliament. He was narrowly beaten. In 1860 Thackeray became editor of the Cornhill Magazine, and contributed to the magazine as a colum-nist, producing his Roundabout Papers.

During the 1850s and he was plagued by a recurring stricture of the urethra. He stated he had lost his creative impetus. He worsened things by over-eating, drinking and avoiding exercise, although he enjoyed horse riding. He was described as "the greatest literary glutton". His main activity apart from writing was "guttling and gorging". On 23 December 1863, after re-

turning from dining out, Thackeray suffered a stroke and was found dead in bed in the morning. His death at the age of fifty-two was entirely unexpected. An estimated 7000 people attended his funeral at Kensington Gardens. He was buried on 29 December at Kensal Green Cemetery, and a memorial bust sculpted by Marochetti can be found in Westminster Abbey.

Works: Thackeray began as a satirist and parodist, writing papers with a sneaking fondness for roguish upstarts like Becky Sharp in Vanity Fair and the title characters of The Luck of Barry Lyndon and Catherine. In his earliest works, writing under such pseudonyms as Charles James Yellowplush, Michael Angelo Titmarsh, and George Savage Fitz-Boodle, he was savage in at-

tacks on high society, military prowess, the institution of marriage and hypocrisy. One of his earliest works, "Timbuctoo" (1829), contained a burlesque on the subject set for the

Cambridge Chancellor's medal for English verse, (the contest was won by Tennyson with "Timbuctoo"). His writing career took off with a series of satirical sketches now usually known as The Yellowplush Papers, which appeared in Fraser's Magazine beginning in 1837. These

were adapted for BBC Radio 4 in 2009. Between May 1839 and February 1840, Fraser's pub-lished Thackeray's first novel, Catherine, a satire of the Newgate school of crime fiction but ending up as a rollicking tale. In The Luck of Barry Lyndon, serialised in Fraser's in 1844,

Thackeray explored an outsider trying to integrate into high society, a theme developed successfully in Vanity Fair with the infamous character Becky Sharp. He is most remembered for Vanity Fair. Later works include Pendennis, depicting Arthur Pendennis, an alter ego of

Thackeray (a narrator of two later novels), The Newcomes and The Adventures of Philip. The Newcomes a critical portrayal of the "marriage market," while Philip is semi-autobiographical. Also notable among the later novels is The History of Henry Esmond, a novel in the style of the eighteenth century.

Family: Truth is stranger than fiction ... Mother: Anne Becher, born 1792, was "one of the reigning beauties of the day," and

a daughter of John Harmon Becher, of an old Bengal civilian family "noted for the tenderness of its women." Anne Becher, her sister Harriet, and widowed mother Harriet, had been sent to India by her authoritarian guardian grandmother, widow Ann Becher, in 1809 on the Earl Howe. Anne's grandmother told her that the man she loved, Henry Carmichael-Smyth, an

ensign of the Bengal Engineers whom she‟d met at an Assembly Ball in Bath, in 1807, had died. He was told that Anne was no longer interested in him; neither of these were true. Though Carmichael-Smyth was from a distinguished Scottish military family, Anne's grandmother went to extreme lengths to prevent the marriage; surviving family letters state she wanted a

better match for her granddaughter.

Anne Becher and Richmond Thackeray were married in Calcutta on 13 October 1810. Their only child, William, was born on 18 July 1811. Anne's family's deception was unexpectedly revealed in 1812, when Richmond Thackeray unwittingly invited

the supposedly dead Carmichael-Smyth to dinner. After Richmond died of a fever on 13 September 1815, Anne married Henry Carmichael-Smyth on 13 March 1817. The couple moved to England in 1820, after sending William off to school more than three years before. The separation from his mother had a traumatic effect on the young Thackeray which he discussed

in his essay "On Letts's Diary" in The Roundabout Papers. No. 2 Palace Green, a house built for Thackeray in the 1860s, is currently the Israeli Embassy. It carries a Royal Society of

Arts blue plaque to commemorate Thackeray. His former home in Tunbridge Wells is now a restaurant named after him.

Source: Wikipedia and other websites

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