MY soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring
And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze;
For above and around me the wild wind is roaring,
Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.
The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing,
The bare trees are tossing their branches on high;
The dead leaves, beneath them, are merrily dancing,
The white clouds are scudding across the blue sky.
I wish I could see how the ocean is lashing
The foam of its billows to whirlwinds of spray;
I wish I could see how its proud waves are dashing,
And hear the wild roar of their thunder today!
(Acton Bell, pseudonym of Anne Brontë, December 1842. From Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell)
In May of 2017, I enjoyed a dream trip to the UK to pay homage to some of my favorite authors. Since Jane Eyre holds a special place in my heart (the only novel I re-read periodically), I set my sights on Yorkshire, England. From the moment we arrived at Haworth and looked up the steep main street, cobbled with pavers leading to the Brontë Parsonage at the top of the fell, I was in heaven.
Thanks to the Brontë Society, the
Brontë parsonage is essentially as it was when Patrick Brontë, a curate, brought his family there in
1820, except for a side addition added by a subsequent owner. The dark stone is the same as all the old Haworth buildings, giving the town a sombre effect.
The large dining table where
Charlotte, Emily and Anne, under the pseudonyms of Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell,
penned and discussed their stories is strewn with manuscripts, inkwell, tea
cups and sewing box.
Parsonage Parlor or Dining Room
Charlotte wrote in 1850:
‘We did not like to declare
ourselves women, because we had a vague impression that authoresses are liable
to be looked on with prejudice.’
They were forced to reveal their identities when there
was a misconception that the author of Wuthering Heights was one in the same as
the author of Jane Eyre.
Branwell, their brother who died young from alcohol and opium abuse,
also wrote and painted. 2017 was the bicentenary of Branwell’s birth,
celebrated at the Brontë’ Museum with an exhibit, “Mansions in the Sky.” Branwell’s
writings and drawings were displayed with poems by Simon Armitage. Branwell painted this portrait of
his sisters and included his self-portrait but later covered it over.
|Parsonage Parlor or Dining Room|
Charlotte wrote in 1850:‘We did not like to declare ourselves women, because we had a vague impression that authoresses are liable to be looked on with prejudice.’
They were forced to reveal their identities when there was a misconception that the author of Wuthering Heights was one in the same as the author of Jane Eyre.
|Branwell's portrait of his sisters|
I learned so much about this family and drank up every detail. The Brontë children were writers from a very early age. They created tiny manuscripts about their imaginary worlds featuring the Duke of Wellington and Branwell's toy soldiers. Two older sisters died very young from consumption, or tuberculosis. Emily and Anne also succumbed to TB. Charlotte, pregnant and married less than a year to her father's assistant curate, died in her prime.
The BBC documentary “To Walk
Invisible” had been filmed in 2016. I recommend it highly for all Brontë fans. The period costumes worn by the actors
were displayed throughout the house, which helped me imagine Charlotte, Emily or Anne just ready to don a bonnet for a walk on the moor.
guide gave a wonderful tour of the churchyard and area surrounding the
Parsonage. He encouraged us to enter a local stationer’s in what was the
Haworth post office during the Brontë’s time and say hello to the proprietor,
She is the great-great-great granddaughter of the Haworth postmaster
during the Brontë era. We had a lovely chat. She showed us the huge drawer
sectioned for individual stamps and the wide wooden counter where “the girls
mailed their manuscripts.” I caressed
that well-worn counter and absorbed whatever it had to give.
|Me Writing Wuthering Heights!|
There was a wonderful project going on during my visit. Since there is no original Wuthering Heights manuscript, visitors were invited to create one. I set aside my strong dislike of Heathcliff, and along with over 10,000 other visitors, wrote one sentence! The manuscript is now bound with the list of all who transcribed it and will be on display this year during Emily's bicentenary.
On the storyteller’s advice I bought a recent biography of this literary family, The Brontë’s by Juliet Barker. I am loving it and reliving my trip all over again.