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This work is a kitchen-maid's through-the-key hole memoir of life in the great houses of England. At fifteen, she arrived at the servants' entrance to begin her life as a kitchen maid in 1920s England. The lowest of the low, her world was one of stoves to be blacked, vegetables to be scrubbed, mistresses to be appeased, and even bootlaces to be ironed. Work started at 5:30 am and went on until after dark. In this memoir, the author tells her tales of service with wit, warmth, and a sharp eye. From the gentleman with a penchant for stroking housemaids' curlers, to raucous tea dances with errand boys, to the heartbreaking story of Agnes the pregnant under-parlourmaid, fired for being seduced by her mistress's nephew, this book evokes the long vanished world of masters and servants portrayed in Downton Abbey and Upstairs, Downstairs. This is the remarkable true story of an indomitable woman, who, though her position was lowly, never stopped aiming high.… (more)
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My thoughts: From the first pages, it's clear Margaret Powell is not actually writing a conventional memoir. while she tells the story chronologically, it read more like a transcript than a memoir. It's clear she's dictating her life thoughts on her life, including many years in different kitchens. I did appreciate Powell's thoughts and candor, but despite being told so conversationally, if I had not watched Downton or already read Upstairs & Downstairs, I would not have understood as much of the power dynamics present. Powell throws around different names of servants without providing the context explaining the differences. Knowing the different role these servants played, it was interesting to compare the houses in which she worked.
The verdict: While the story is interesting and I appreciated Powell's candor, the writing lacked finesse, which hindered my enjoyment of the tale. If you're looking for insight into the downstairs life in Edwardian times and don't mind conversational writing, then you'll likely enjoy Below Stairs and its authenticity. Below Stairs is a quick read, but it's far from a literary masterpiece.
Margaret Lawley was on of many children - all 9 of them sleeping in 2 rooms; and by age 15 even though she had won a scholarship to continue her education her family just could not afford to have another mouth to feed.
She was sent away to work as a kitchen maid in domestic
This lovely "no holes bared" slim volume talks of her time from a kitchen maid to a proper cook in many households both in the country and in London.
She is honest with her acknowledgement of "them" above stairs, the inequity of the two groups, the cast offs the servants get and how poorly they are treated! I especially loved her section on how horrified a Lady was to be asked to borrow a book from Margaret as she did not believe that she could read!!
I remember asking her if I could borrow a book from her library to read, and I can see now the surprised look on her face. She said, "Yes, of course, certainly you can, Margaret," adding, "but I didn't know that you read." They knew that you breathed and you slept and you worked, but they didn't know that you read. Such a thing was beyond comprehension. They thought that in your spare time you sat and gazed into space, or looked at 'Peg's Paper' or the 'Crimson Circle'. You could almost see them reporting you to their friends. "Margaret's a good cook, but unfortunately she reads. Books, you know."
The memoir recounts experiences British maids had in the first half of the 20th century. She introduces the reader to a post-war England in which everything is different, and yet many people are reticent about change. Also included are Powell’s hopes and dreams, and how she struggled to fulfill them in the face of poverty.
First released in the late 1960s, the memoir is frank, straightforward, and no-nonsense about problems domestic help encountered. Her descriptions of the changing English society are intriguing. Most memorable are her efforts at bettering her lot by getting out service. For an uneducated woman without money, the easiest way to get out of service was marriage. However, trying to find a husband in a society where servants had extremely limited free time, women must not seem too toward, and men were scarce after World War I was difficult to say the least. There were moments when Powell sounds almost bitter, but that could just be the effect of her frankness.
EJ 04/2012
Her descriptions of her duties as as kitchen maid and later on as a cook are fascinating and give the reader a vivid picture of what life in service was really like in the period between wars in England.
This is a quick read & I was rooting for Margaret on every page.
At first, I had a hard time believing this could be the inspiration,
Review haiku:
Be kind to your help
If the cook does not like you
Life will not be sweet
Margaret was born second out of seven children to a poor family, and while she enjoyed school and had the skill and desire to become a teacher, she knew her family needed her help. A couple extra years of school, even on scholarship, would be impossible. While her family loved her, they were unable to keep feeding her. At the age of 14, she went to work in a laundry, and a year later entered domestic service.
She accepted this fate as her lot in life, yet was troubled by injustice. Seeing the amount of food wasted every day in the upper class households brought to mind her hungry parents and siblings. Her employers seemed to think their help were a different breed. It would always surprise them to find out that Margaret knew how to read, much less that she enjoyed learning. That is, if they ever found out. Margaret notes that to many of the upper class, the servants were “invisible”.
Mr. Kite, an older butler who had been in service since the age of thirteen, comments on his days in a large country manor.
“Well, they were so far above the servants that they literally didn’t see them. I remember one evening when I’d risen to be a footman, I was waiting at the dinner table after the ladies had retired and the port was being circulated, and the gentlemen were talking about a very scandalous rumour that involved royalty, and they were all adding their quota to the rumour. One of the guests remarked, ‘We must be careful that nobody overhears us,’ to which the host replied, ‘How could they overhear us? We’re alone here,’ and at that time there were three footmen in the room.”
The mere fact that one was born to a particular social class clearly determined what they could become and how they should be treated.
As time went on, it was obvious to Margaret that this social climate was beginning to change. War time changed things. The upper class had fewer possessions and money and some employers began to see their servants as fellow human beings. This book follows Margaret through these changes in attitude. To hear a first hand account of this time and place in history is intriguing.
It makes me sad she died 40 years ago, because everything about this memoir made me want to go take her out for drinks.
This book was the memoir of a "real" kitchen maid. It definitely was not a pleasant life, but
The staff would have to fire up the coal stove early in the morning, cook and cleanup nonstop all day and with no appreciation from their employer. All food had to be made from scratch, but the food definitely was not healthy, though. Households used a lot of butter, eggs, and cream and other fat-filled ingredients.
The author explained the drudgery and hardships of the maids and household staff in a wealthy household and how the majority of the staff were from poor families that couldn't keep their own young children in their household because they had no money and not enough food to feed them.
It definitely was not a glamorous job, and there was even a class structure within the staff. I wonder if it is still like that today among household staff. I would guess yes. The author also talked about how she never had a good self esteem because of how early she had to begin work and how she was treated for the majority of her life.
Despite the difficulty of this job and what it does to people's lives emotionally this is most definitely a book to read if you enjoy the lives of the English and any household that has a staff for their everyday living.
I give this book a cleanly scrubbed and well cooked 5/5. ENJOY!!
My son bought this book for me because he knows I enjoy learning about the lives of English household staff members. This is ONE of my Christmas presents for him.....he wanted me to read this by the end of the year. :) I am glad I did.
Merry Christmas, Mark. :)
This is a bright, revealing memoir, filled with humor and a refreshing frankness. This was first released in the late 60s but the narrative still moves with a deft, contemporary flow.
Of course, I recommend this for other DA fans but anyone with an interest in taking a peek at "downstairs" life, give this one a try.
As a child, Margaret Powell
The joy I felt in reading Below Stairs had little to do with my fondness for Downton Abbey and much more to do with Margaret's unique voice and the world she describes so clearly. Through her no-nonsense narration, we are transported back to the time between wars. Margaret introduces the reader to a post-World War I England in which everything has changed and yet many of its people are still reticent about moving forward. Many of Margaret's employers were once something but are now forced to live on dwindling fortunes with only the good, old days to keep them company. Courtship no longer resembles that of Victorian England, and Margaret struggles to keep up as she searches for a husband. Women, in general, struggle to gain autonomy while society struggles with accepting them as independent, single women. Daily life now includes bicycling, car rides, cinema, and theater going. It’s a fascinating time, and Margaret allows the reader to experience it all through the eyes of a firsthand observer.
Throughout Below Stairs, Margaret guides us through her world with a straightforward and feisty voice. The reader becomes well acquainted with her and, by the last page, are reluctant to say good-bye to her and her world.
Powell was born in 1907. Her working-class family had too many children and often, not enough to eat. Beginning in her early teens, she found work as a kitchen maid in the homes of the upper crust, eventually climbing up the staff hierarchy to the position of cook. It was a harsh life of strenuous labor, made even more difficult by her employers' habit of acting as though their servants were invisible.
In her later years, after leaving domestic service, marrying and having children, Powell was finally able to complete her education and write this book. Powell depicts a way of life that no longer exists, but, as far as Powell is concerned, there's no reason to be nostalgic for working conditions that were only a few steps above those of actual slavery. She writes, "[The servants] weren't free in any way. So maybe that was the reason why the work and those that did it were looked down upon, because we were...bound to our employers." (p. 190).