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		<title>Royal Charter shipwreck &#8211; great art born out of a maritime tragedy</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 May 2006 09:44:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Christopher Proudlove©Inspiration for these weekly missives, as I&#8217;ve said before, comes in many mysterious ways. This week&#8217;s is as bizarre as any. Knowing that I write it, a long-standing contact in the antiques business &#8211; he frames and sells fine art prints for a living &#8211; presented me with a cassette tape he had [...]]]></description>
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<p>by Christopher Proudlove©<br />Inspiration for these weekly missives, as I&#8217;ve said before, comes in many mysterious ways. This week&#8217;s is as bizarre as any. Knowing that I write it, a long-standing contact in the antiques business &#8211; he frames and sells fine art prints for a living &#8211; presented me with a cassette tape he had recorded for me and implored me to listen to one song in particular. It was by Tom Russell, a musician I&#8217;d never heard of and it was about someone called Isaac Lewis about whom I knew even less. And so I listened to it. Gosh it&#8217;s good.</p>
<p>So I started to do some research, the results of which have served to remind me why I enjoy my hobby of antiques and collecting so much. Turns out that Isaac Lewis was returning from Australia aboard the Royal Charter, a steam clipper bringing gold miners home from Australia to Liverpool. In one of the worst storms ever recorded, the ship sank off Moelfre on the Anglesey coast on October 26 1859 with the loss of more than 450 lives. Lewis was one of just 39 survivors, while others less fortunate are said to have tried to swim ashore with their pockets stuffed with gold nuggets, hence the incident was named &#8220;The Golden Wreck&#8221;.</p>
<p>It also turns out that the Royal Charter, a sailing clipper with an auxiliary steam engine and an iron hull, was built at the Sandycroft works on the River Dee in Flintshire. Apparently the remains of the slipway are still visible with some of the lignum vitae fittings still intact. Visit the Seawatch Centre at Moelfre, on Anglesey, and you can see an exhibition of artefacts salvaged from the wreckage including a large section of her hull, which sits in the car park. An obelisk in St Gallgo churchyard in Llanalgo, where some of the victims are buried, commemorates the sad event.</p>
<p>So then I wondered what excuse I could find to write about it. Fate and a little perseverance found two local artists who have each recorded the event and their work is illustrated here.</p>
<p>One is by Edward &#8216;Ted&#8217; Walker, who was born in Kingston-upon-Hull in 1937 but moved to Merseyside during the Second World War. His family include captains and shipowners going back to 1617 and were based mainly in the north east of England with a branch coming from Stornoway in the Outer Hebrides.</p>
<p>From the age of 10 Ted was always interested in drawing and he could often be found in a quiet corner busily sketching vessels of all types. After leaving Liverpool College of Art of prematurely due to family commitments he took up several occupations to subsidise his career as a marine artist. Today works hang in public and private collections worldwide including British and European royal circles.</p>
<p>He has had several successful one-man exhibitions and his work has been exhibited throughout the USA and Europe, notably at the Paris Salon at the invitation of the Society of French Artists. He was the official artist for the Titanic artefacts exhibitions and he has illustrated some the many books on the Titanic, notably those by the prestigious American historians John P Eaton and Charles Haas, both of whom have been close friends of hisfor the past 25 years. Earlier this month he was one of the guest speakers at Belfast City Council&#8217;s Titanic Festival.</p>
<p>Among Ted&#8217;s prestigious clients is the Cunard Line and several of his paintings hang in Cunard&#8217;s Southampton and Miami offices, while in 2003, he was commissioned by the Post Office to paint a postage stamp to mark the launch of the new Cunard liner, Queen Mary 2.</p>
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<p>Ted is also noted for his pictures of the naval conflict between the opposing sides in the American Civil War. They include &#8220;The CSS Alabama leaving the Mersey&#8221;, the &#8220;Duel between Alabama and Kearsage&#8221; and &#8220;The Shenandoah surrendering in the River Mersey&#8221; six months after the Civil War ended. This occasion witnessed the firing of the last shot of the American Civil War.</p>
<p>Ted&#8217;s work can be seen on his website at <a href="http://www.edwalkermarine.com/">http://www.edwalkermarine.com</a>, while enquiries about purchasing his prints including that of the Royal Charter can be made by email at ed-walker &#8220;at&#8221;sumarpubl.fsnet.co.uk.</p>
<p>By sheer coincidence, the other local professional artist, Brian Entwistle, who was born in Liverpool but has lived in Rhosneigr, Anglesey for the last 30 years, told me had just taken delivery of the first batch of his prints of the Royal Charter. Strictly limited to an edition of just 150, signed and numbered and of the highest quality. They are now on sale in local galleries priced at £80.</p>
<p>Brian, a former trainee journalist, trained at the Liverpool College of Art and worked for 20 years in advertising as an illustrator and copywriter. These days he describes himself a marine artist whose subject matter is based on historical reconstructions of sail and steam vessels, although he also leans towards coastal landscapes and indeed some landscape in general. He works in oil, watercolour, ink, and some pastel and he has exhibited at the Royal Society of Marine Artists, in London, and in Liverpool and Anglesey. Like Ted Walker, Brian has worked on private commissions and from many of Liverpool’s shipping companies including the Blue Funnel and Elder Dempsey lines and his work is in collections both public and private around the world.</p>
<p>His print shows the scene off Meolfre about eight hours before disaster struck. It shows the vessel under reduced sail having just passed the Skerries as she makes her way slowly up the coast of Anglesey. Lights in the side of the vessel indicate that passengers were settling down for their evening meal, confident that they would arrive in Liverpool safely the next day. In the background and to the left of the print is Point Lynas light, while to the right of the vessel is Carmel Head with Holyhead Mountain in the far distance.</p>
<p>Brian’s inspiration for the picture came from The Golden Wreck, a book by Alexander McKee which tells the story of the Royal Charter in all its stark detail. Brian’s monumental oil painting from which the print was taken took him two months to complete and was snapped up by one of the first people to see it.</p>
<p><span style="font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;">Pictures show, top, left: Ted Walker’s print of the Royal Charter, the clipper dwarfed by mountainous seas off Moelfre</span></p>
<p><span style="font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;">Right: Brian Entwistle’s rendition of the Royal Charter. Set some eight hours before the tragedy, the view shows the clipper under reduced sail off Anglesey. In the background and to the left of the print is Point Lynas light, while to the right of the vessel is Carmel Head with Holyhead Mountain in the far distance.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;">Above:</span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;">The wreck of the Royal Charter has been combed for salvage of the years. This shard of pottery bearing the ship’s registered mark was given to Ted Walker many years ago by a diver who found it on the seabed</span>
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		<title>Antique Valentine&#8217;s Day gift &#8211; hold it to your ear and hear the sea</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2006 23:22:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Christopher Proudlove</dc:creator>
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<p></span><br />If it&#8217;s true that sailors have one in every port, then an awful lot of young ladies will be looking forward to next Tuesday with high expectation. If you need reminding, it&#8217;s Valentine&#8217;s Day and woe betide the lover who fails to send a token of affection to the one who is loved.</p>
<p>Tradition has it that February 14 is the day on which the birds choose their mates. Folklore also decrees that if a maiden sees a robin flying overhead on Valentine&#8217;s Day, she will marry a sailor, so she might well be the recipient of of one of the love tokens illustrated here.</p>
<p>These intricate boxed collections of gorgeous South Sea shells, each one delicately arranged in symmetrical patterns, were crafted by lovestruck sailors during the long months away from home and apart from their sweethearts.</p>
<p>Sorry, that&#8217;s another myth.</p>
<p>Valentine&#8217;s Day has always been big business, a walk down any High Street will prove the point. Shops are crammed with cards, trinkets, jewellery and other fripperies, in both good taste and bad, all designed to separate the gullible from their cash.</p>
<p>These so-called &#8220;sailor&#8217;s shell Valentines&#8221; are the 19th century equivalent, except that they are extraordinarily attractive, desirable and highly collected. They&#8217;re also expensive these days with some of the finest fetching £8,000-10,000. But they weren&#8217;t made by sailors.</p>
<p>Many wrongly assert that shell Valentines were made by lonely tars on board ship during their free time. Instead, their manufacture was a cottage industry in Barbados and the West Indies in the 1800s when islanders hit on the idea of turning the shells that abounded on their coasts into souvenirs for travellers.</p>
<p>In their day, these eye-catching trinkets were simply collections of colourful shells, but over time the entrepreneurial islanders realised that by including romantic messages and pink shell heart motifs, they were turned into love tokens.</p>
<p>Shells were arranged to spell out sentiments such as &#8220;Forget Me Not&#8221;; &#8220;When This You See, Remember Me&#8221; and &#8220;Forever and Ever&#8221;, although others simply declare themselves &#8220;A Gift from Barbados&#8221;.</p>
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<p>Their construction is broadly similar. The intricate decorations of literally thousands of the tiny shells were protected by sheet of glass and set into shallow octagonal mahogany boxes acting as a frame. The box resembles the cases in which a ship&#8217;s compass would be kept.</p>
<p>They were sold separately, or hinged together to form a closed box. These so-called double Valentines are among the most desirable. They were made so that when closed, the shells were protected from the light and have thus retained their vibrant colours. Single examples in contrast have over the years been bleached by exposure to ultraviolet rays which can have a serious effect on their value.</p>
<p>The appearance of these shells designs coincided with a period in the early 19th century when European collectors became fascinated by the natural sciences. It was a time when Victorian sitting rooms were decorated with glass cases containing butterflies, stuffed birds and fossils and the shells, in their ready-made display cases, the Valentines were a perfect addition.</p>
<p>At this time Barbados was a regular stopping point for whalers and trading vessels which stopped there to take on supplies or to deliver cargo. With an eye on the main chance, sailors and possibly even their captains would have either collected shells for themselves or bought them from the islanders to sell on once they had returned home.</p>
<p>The exotic seashells would have been well received by the growing middle classes and soon it became an amusing pastime, particularly among the ladies, to arrange them into elegant floral découpage to be shown off under glass domes or hung on the wall.</p>
<p>Good sailor&#8217;s Valentines have become increasingly rare. Average examples can be had for £600-800, but exceptional examples can be 10 times that amount. Vibrant colours and attractive arrangements are the most sought after and beware double Valentines that have become separated. Holes in the outer case where hinges would have been fastened are a tell-tale sign.</p>
<p>It is also difficult to be certain that you&#8217;re buying something old. Whilst I am not aware that the things are being faked, very many sailor&#8217;s Valentines are younger than they appear. Close examination of the wood helps to a degree, and modern adhesives are easy to spot. As always, buy from reputable sources &#8230; and give with love.</p>
<p><span style="font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;">Pictures show, top: One half of a double Valentine, this Victorian example was clearly intended as a love token because of the heart-shaped motif at its centre</span></p>
<p><span style="font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;">Below, left to right: The wooden cases of sailor&#8217;s Valentines make natural frames for the display and also served to protect the shells during the long distances they travelled. They also protect the delicate shells from the effects of light. This example is worth £3,000-5,000</span></p>
<p><span style="font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;">This geometric design is made up of tiny snail shells. It dates from the late 19th century and was probably intended as a natural history specimen</span></p>
<p><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Larger exotic shells are a feature of this design, made more desirable because it is a double Valentine. It&#8217;s worth £4,000-6,000</span></p>
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		<title>What&#8217;s on the menu? A charming collectable, for the price of a meal!</title>
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<p></span><br />It&#8217;s 1947, you&#8217;re travelling First Class aboard the Cunard White Star flagship <a href="http://www.ocean-liners.com/ships/queenelizabeth.asp">RMS Queen Elizabeth </a>and dinner is served. For starters, it&#8217;s oysters on the half shell, followed by clear turtle soup, turbot for the fish course and timable of ham. The roast sirloin of beef is accompanied by braised onions, fresh broccoli, globe artichokes and hollandaise sauce. Potatoes are &#8216;boiled, roast snow and Parisienne&#8217;.</p>
<p>Pudding is a choice of Seville souffl�, charlotte russe or praline parfait, or one could stick with the ices &#8211; vanilla, Neapolitan or pistachio. And to finish: fresh fruit, coffee and &#8216;Scotch Woodcock&#8217;. How do I know the menu? Simple, I have a copy of it.</p>
<p>Beautifully printed and decorated with an illustration on the cover &#8211; in this case, a view of the Scottish Highlands &#8211; and rescued by me from a car boot sale. Cost? A couple of pounds, if memory serves, and I snapped up seven others for similar money.</p>
<p>Of course, there are far more expensive ways of starting your own collection of menus. The entreaty in the Sunday papers reads &#8216;Book your place on your dream liner&#8217;. With a Christmas cruise to the Caribbean for 10 nights starting just at short of �5,000, sadly, any menus collected on the voyage would prove to be an expensive long term investment. Today, my Forties vintage menus might be worth perhaps �10-15 apiece.</p>
<p>But not only is a menu a charming collectable, there is no better memento of a meal to celebrate a special occasion, a memorable holiday or an important anniversary. Printed menus from such events should not be left on the table.</p>
<p>They first appeared in France at the beginning of the 19th century, possibly to mark the Peace of Amiens in 1802, which ended a decade of war against Britain.</p>
<p>Such examples were decorated delightfully with woodcut images of fruit and game and peaceful scenes of the French countryside and they were collected avidly by tourists.</p>
<p>However, Napoleon Bonaparte&#8217;s campaign was not far behind and peace did not last. Menus reflected the fact. During Boney&#8217;s era they were illustrated with scenes from his glorious military career.</p>
<p>By 1815, after Napoleon&#8217;s defeat at the Battle of Waterloo, the printed menu had become a social institution that the victorious British and their allies eagerly took back with them to their own countries.</p>
<p>In England, as elsewhere, Victorian diners glorified the menu and decorated with it flamboyant decoration, embossing and gold-edged finery.</p>
<p>However, the menu&#8217;s golden period followed the introduction of colour lithography in about 1840.</p>
<p>Hotels, restaurants and gentlemen&#8217;s clubs actively competed with each another to produce the most impressive menus with London&#8217;s Savage Club being among the most inventive.</p>
<p>Theirs were tours de force embroidered on satin or trimmed with lace!</p>
<p>Apart from the visual joy of old menus &#8211; they look charming mounted as a group and framed in the dining room &#8211; they are also fascinating records of social history describing the mountains of exotic foods our great grandparents enjoyed at great grand dinner parties.</p>
<p>Most sought after are those from early air and steamship travel, while famous restaurants such as the Savoy, often commissioned popular artists of the day to illustrate them.</p>
<div style="text-align:center;">Like stamps, their value is negated if stuck down<span style="background-color:rgb(51, 204, 255);"></span><span style="background-color:rgb(51, 204, 255);"></span><span style="background-color:rgb(255, 255, 0);"></span></div>
<p>Picture frames with sheets of glass front and back are a great way of displaying your collection, allowing you to enjoy the decoration on the cover without sacrificing the information inside.</p>
<p>Alternatively, use an album such as one for photographs, but don&#8217;t be tempted to paste them down. Instead, mount them with photographic corners. Like stamps, their value is negated if they are stuck.</p>
<p>Menus make a charming conversation piece &#8211; specially at a dinner party of your own, which leads me on to a related collecting subject: menu holders.</p>
<p>Visit a restaurant these days and the menu is generally brought to you by a waiter and taken away again after you have ordered.</p>
<p>In Victorian and Edwardian days, the menu stood on the table, held flag-like by some simple but usually ingenious device, so that it was always at hand.</p>
<p>Sometimes, the holders were nothing more than a plain metal disc with either a clip or a slot in to which the menu was pushed to hold it upright.</p>
<p>But then there were posh restaurants where everything on the diners&#8217; tables followed a distinct design that echoed the style of the establishment and, of course, the prevailing fashion of the day.</p>
<p>Thus, a sober gentleman&#8217;s club, all leather armchairs and oak paneling, would chose matching menu holders, usually in silver with the mutest of decoration, possibly just the club crest and motto.</p>
<p>Upmarket city hotels and restaurants, on the other hand, would be sure to follow current fashion. When Art Nouveau was all the rage, menu holders would be far less understated than previously.</p>
<p>Expect to find flowing sensual examples, all flowers and femmes fleurs with exotic tendrils and complex curves (both plants and ladies!).</p>
<p>The arrival of the Art Deco era put an end to all that and fashionable restaurants were obliged to adopt the geometric zig-zags and odeonesque angles the fashion demanded.</p>
<p>Menu holders are found in a variety of materials including porcelain, ivory, glass and several different metals, notably hotel-quality electroplated base metal.</p>
<p>Examples of menu holders from such establishments rarely come on to the market in anything other than singles, the value of each of which depends on the quality of design and material from which it is constructed.</p>
<p>A simple glass or pot holder could be yours for a fiver, a good Deco example for �80-100 or more.</p>
<p>If it&#8217;s a set of menu holders you&#8217;re after, then a country house contents sale could provide the answer.</p>
<p>Preference was given to silver, silver gilt or good quality silver plate and the holders would have been produced in sets &#8211; usually cased &#8211; to match the table silver (or flatware, as it is called).</p>
<p>Chances are, such sets would have been handed down over several generations and often they are decorated with family mottoes and crests.</p>
<p>These make a fascinating area of research for today&#8217;s inquisitive collectors who, with a good reference library book listing such things, can often trace the development of a family and to discover exactly which branch or member ordered the menu holders and when.</p>
<p><span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic;">Pictures show a group of menus from the Cunard White Star liner Queen Elizabeth, each dating from 1947. They cost me a fiver each</span></p>
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