I collect ephemera, or at least I go through phases of doing so. I have quite a few photographs of absolute strangers, generally Victorian, who look like they're plotting someone's murder. I'm on a letter kick at the moment, so I thought I'd share one of my little treasures. It's from Mary L. Pendered, author of The Uncanny House and The Forsaken House at Misty Vale.
It was sent from her home in Great Addington to W. Dexter & Son, ironmongers, who were situated in Wellingborough, 'opposite the Palace' (according to their advertisements in the local papers). Apparently, in 1937 Mary was in need of an 'automatic gate holder' for her garden gate.
Yes, I know, this has nothing to do with Mary's writing, and there was nothing creepy about her garden gate. But it is nice to remember, now and then, that human beings wrote the books we so admire, that they had lives (sometimes much like our own) and garden gate fixtures that didn't work properly.