Monday, June 29, 2009

A Jane Austen Weekend
Carol J. Adams

In the midst of a life filled with meeting deadlines and responding to the latest negative images interconnecting women and animals, I recently had a glorious weekend in Hampshire, England. It was a Jane Austen weekend; and it was dedicated to her beginning and end.

As I traveled by train from London/Waterloo to Basingstoke I felt so lucky. I was going to see where Jane Austen was born and where Jane Austen died.

The parish church of Steventon is the church her father served when Jane Austen was born. It remains an active congregation and they maintain what I call “a ministry of Austen hospitality.” They encourage tour groups to let them know they are coming and they meet them, open the church door, and answer questions about Austen’s time in Steventon. My guide and I sat quietly in the church for several minutes. I offered thanks for the life of Jane Austen.

Then we walked to the site of the old Rectory, where Jane Austen was born. The building is no longer there, but one can stand by a fence and look in and continue the wonderment of one’s thoughts that Jane Austen lived here, walked here, worshiped here, began to write here.

Knowing that I was a vegan, my most hospitable guide had prepared a vegan shepherd’s pie. We talked of Austen’s life and novels as we enjoyed this traditional British meal, updated to the 21st century!

The next morning we headed to Winchester, where Jane Austen was taken when she became very ill in 1817. There she died:

In one of her last letters, Jane Austen described the house and referred to the “neat little Draw[in]g-room with a Bow-window” that overlooked a garden. We sat on a ledge facing this bow-window and, again, thought of Jane Austen. Her last days were painful.

On the day of her funeral, her sister Cassandra “watched the little mournful procession the length of the Street” and then it was lost from her sight.

Austen was buried here, in Winchester Cathedral. You can find her ledger stone on the floor:  If you are only 5’5”, it is hard to photograph this. Even standing on a chair purloined from nearby, it’s not easy to get a good angle. I spent a long time trying to get a good picture and then realized, lots of professional photographs exist. So, I put my camera down, and looked up.

A beautiful bouquet of flowers stood underneath a memorial brass plaque to Jane Austen. According to the little booklet on Jane Austen and Winchester Cathedral, the plaque was paid for by Austen’s nephew, a Victorian writer, who penned her first full biography.

Do you see that little scrap of paper? I went over to see what it said.

In her letter to her niece, after the funeral was over, Cassandra told her, it wasn’t watching the funeral procession that overpowered her. It was writing the letter that described it. Oh, the power of words.

And with me, it was when I walked over to the flowers and found that the scrap of paper next to it, left, clearly by another Jane Austen lover, said: "You must allow me to tell you how much I admire and love you."

How brilliant. Or, as my British host said in response to a claim I was making about Jane Austen, “Clever you!” These are the words from Darcy’s first proposal to Elizabeth Bennet, (almost, Darcy says “ardently” rather than “much”). Sitting there, by the flowers, they take on an entirely new meaning. How ardently we do love and admire you, Jane Austen.

Carol J. Adams is the co-author of The Bedside, Bathtub, and Armchair Companion to Jane Austen (Continuum) which has been nominated for a Regency Award for best 2008 non-fiction on Jane Austen by the Jane Austen Centre in Bath, England.

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  2. Hello Carol, I'm a very new reader but I've been enjoying your blog and wanted to say thanks for sharing a little of this lovely trip. The note made me catch my breath too, very beautiful. I know how you feel also, to walk in the places she walked and see what she saw, I feel that a lot here in Sligo when I think of Yeats. I found your blog because I've become vegan recently and have been trying to get up to speed on animal rights. The first few pages of the Sexual Politics of Meat immeadiatly resonated with me, I am looking forward to reading it.

    Kind regards,


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