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HOLMHURST ST MARY, II

MOTHER AGNES MASON, CHF

AND HOLMHURST ST MARY

St Agnes, Basilica of Sant'Agnese, Rome

Arson Steps and Terrace, then St Teresa and Utopia, above Hebron and Salem dormitories,
Hebron having been Augustus Hare's library causing its floor to slope from the weight of books
 


n the early 20th Century, when Mother Agnes Mason, CHF, first saw Holmhurst St Mary, the place was abandoned, empty, with wild roses growing in profusion everywhere. She had fallen in love with Italy, and, while sitting in an olive tree above Florence, had first planned the Community of the Holy Family , a Community to be dedicated to the teaching of women of all ages, world-wide, and to be founded expressly for scholars and artists. Her brother scorned her choice of Holmhurst St Mary, saying she should instead have found an efficient modern purpose-built structure for the school. From Florence she brought back a portfolio filled with Alinari sepia photographs taken in the last century of art masterpieces. I brought it again to Florence and have framed these, exhibiting them in the Palazzo Strozzi and in this 'English' Cemetery, telling of the story of my Mother Foundress and how the Sisters almost burnt these in a bonfire, but mercifully gave them to me. Mother Agnes Mason fell in love with Holmhurst because, though in England, it is Italy.

Augustus Hare had planted an Italian pomegranate in the verandah built against the wall here, since taken down but the pomegranate was still flowering as late as ten years ago. To the right, Singleheart and Siris, Siris in my day having framed photographs of many Church of England dignatories who were Mother Agnes' relatives and friends, upstairs the domitory Salem, to the left, Arcadia and St Teresa, the Community's first chapel, upstairs Beulah and Hebron. In our schooldays in the forties and fifties Holmhurst still had Italian louvred shutters in green on every window.

The rooms at the left were added by Lady Kennedy between the occupancies of Augustus Hare and the Community of the Holy Family and downstairs housed Pilgrim's Progress, the Sixth Form room, and upstairs Siloam. In the centre are Singleheart and upstairs, Carmel, which were the original eighteenth-century building before Augustus Hare enlarged it.

This is because Holmhurst had been built around one small original house from the financial proceeds of the books Augustus Hare, the Victorian travel writer, published, in black and red covers, filled with delicate engravings made from his own excellent sketches in situ. To the original structure he added a most lovely Italian Renaissance terrace, placing on it a Byzantine stone wellhead, carved with grape vines (amusingly placed by him upside down, the grape clusters pointing up rather than down), brought back from Venice,

Venetian Wellhead on Terrace. This photograph taken at a time when Holmhurst was neglected. We schoolgirls used to play hopscotch with these wind-blown broken slate rooftiles, drawing the lines upon cement to skip upon. Hop-scotch lines even map the blue/red/print of an ideal church, its final square, 'Paradise'. Today Holmhurst St Mary's premises are well-maintained, and we have offers of workcamps of young Italians desiring to learn English and willing to work on needed repairs to what is essentially an Italian structure. But the Trustees, though their documents say it is for sale, will not sell it back to us.

St Teresa, formerly Augustus Hare's dining room, then the original chapel of the Community of the Holy Family. Augustus Hare had a verandah running alongside Singleheart, Siris, and St Teresa.

At the terrace's end is the Ave/Vale Gate and steps, our Latin lessons having begun with searching out in the grounds all the Latin mottoes inscibed upon stone.

a great room opening onto it with a William Morris wallpaper, called 'Utopia', after St Thomas More's book, by Mother Agnes, and a gallery reaching it, called 'Arcadia', after Sir Philip Sidney's book written for his sister, the Countess of Pembroke, by Mother Agnes, which Augustus Hare had filled with medieval and Renaissance wood panelling. In my day a great sepia photograph had hung above Utopia's fireplace of the Roman Forum.

Arcadia's Medieval and Renaissance Wood Panelling
Beyond is Utopia with the William Morris wallpaper, its windows
looking on the Terrace, Venetian wellhead, and the sea.
Modern furniture, fluorescent lights are hideous! Mother
Agnes said a sin against beauty is a sin against God.
The statue of the Madonna and Child is by Michael
Fairless, Mother Agnes' friend. I restored it, including the
broken blessing hand of the Child. I restored the thousands of
books and shelved them. And restored all the floors, of Arcadia,
Utopia, the Chapel, the Scriptorium, and many others.

How it was in our day

Mother Agnes Mason, in her Conferences, learnedly and joyously spoke with her Sisters, of Hebrew and Greek studies in tandem with the Bible, of a sin against beauty as a sin against God, against the Holy Spirit, and of caring for all, educating all, women educating women, rich and poor, white and other, in England, in India, in Africa, in America. She and her brothers shared a dream for the Church of England, of informing the Archbishop of Canterbury of Bede College at Umtata, of All Saints at Naini Tal. It was a possible and glorious future. Shattered by what made the Community of the Holy Family and the Church of England dysfunctional. This essay, in the spirit of Archbishop Desmond Tutu's Truth and Justice 'healing of memories' invites St Mary's former schoolgirls to share what was valuable and lovely about our schooling, and to lay down what was ugly and wrong about it. I can assure you I found that in reading the archives what later went wrong was not there in those early days of innocence, devotion, beauty, learning.

Mother Agnes Mason's account of Holmhurst St Mary begins by describing the difficulties of the move from London to Sussex, the children being in the beautiful house, the Sisters in cramped and very unhealthy quarters first in the Hospice, then in the Coach House, and no decent drains built yet. But she exults in the land, the views, and the architecture. She writes:

From 1943 to 1953 I was one of the children who came to this once ideal school. Then, from 1992 to 1996, I was a veiled novice there. I found treasures thrown away, paintings in cupboards, paintings in attics, paintings in junk rooms, no longer cared about. One was a gift to Mother Agnes and acquired in Florence, of two gentle-faced Passionist nuns and a Cardinal in a Florentine frescoed cloister, painted exquisitely in eighteenth-nineteenth century style, which I joyously cleaned and restored, remembering it as having hung in St Teresa. Another, a gift from Mother Agnes's brother, painted by her friend, and friend too of Gerard Manly Hopkins, Myra Luxmore's 'Christ Healing the Blind Man', that used to hang in Mother Agnes' chapel made out of a stable. Another, an exact copy of the Van Eyck Ghent Altarpiece that hung in the later school chapel, along with a sculpture of St Cecilia, the later later banished to a music room. Another painting, still needing restoration, Myra Luxmore's Annunciation, likewise set in the Holy Land, that would have been far better in the modern chapel the Sisters built than was the copy of a Madonna and Child. And the portfolio stuffed full of Alinari sepia photographs of Florentine works of art. Mother Agnes' own most beautiful water colours, and those of Sisters Lucy and Charlotte, one an Earl's daughter, who both lovingly recorded every word Mother Agnes uttered in the brilliant Conferences given to the Sisters in notebook after notebook, were also there.

Many of these treasures were thrown into the old School Chapel, when the Sisters had the modern ugly one built. This was where I found the first complete edition of Hooker's Ecclesiastical Polity thrown into a tea chest, its cover ripped off. But this was our Chapel where we were confirmed by the Bishop. This was where we could study the great reproduction of the Van Eyck altarpiece during sermons. This was where we came as close to Christ as does the blind man in Myra Luxmore's gentle painting.


 

One of my school friends in far-away Canada wrote the following, more beautifully than I could have, but of exactly the same treasured memories of St Mary's in our hearts and in our souls.
 
REMEMBRANCE 

I remember the many times
I sauntered schoolgirl-style
Beneath the beeches tall,
Their leafy parasols
Shading my young head
From noon-day sun.
A filigree of nature's finery
In copper viridian;
The supple pines
That swayed and creaked
In the breeze;
And the sturdy yew hedge
With her aura of calm.
I remember the stagnant pond,
The deathbed likeness
Of her green-slime surface
Lying very still.
The rhododendrons a dark fringe
About her:
Through stone archway
The magnolia's waxy blooms
Outstretched on backcloth
Of cerulean blue;
The bamboos whispering
Their tropical psalm.
I remember the sandy paths
Leading to the wood
And the cool of walking there
After service had been said.
When the heat beat down elsewhere;
Passing the buttercupped fields
Where the cows grazed
And skylarks could be found;
Passing the burial ground
Neat with crosses.
I remember on a clear day
How we gazed at the town
And thin, grey line of distant sea;

How in Spring's new air
The crocuses erupted
On the sloping lawn,
Summer's scented flowers
Following close behind.
Then Autumn's time to die,
And Winter's naked form
Shiv'ring under oatmeal sky.
I remember the pebbled terrace, 
Faded mosaic telling of
Better yesteryears;
Regal steps descending
Fan-wise to lower lawn,
Where the mulberry
Stooped her great age.
And Queen Anne's statue stood
A relic of the past,
Not to be forgotten.
I remember the narrow passageways
Fading into darkness,
The old oak panels
And dark, strong beams.
Girlish laughter echoing
In the catacomb of ante-rooms
Throughout the house,
Harbouring our childish dreams.
Now, nursing a wistful heart,
I look back at that house
Upheld by faith,
To its people cacooned
Within its walls;
For its sheltered life
I have had to leave
To enter another
Large and crude.
But its beauty I shall never forget,
Nor its constant mood,
And I pray God
It will not be spoilt,
But remain a sanctity
Of holy good.

Hazel Pigott, 1967-68

Hazel also sent me many of these photographs of Holmhurst from Canada. An earlier set she had sent me were destroyed in an action contrived by the Mother Agnes Trust formed to protect and foster the Community's properties and educational endeavours, with my barrister's file being deliberately stolen and burnt.

I made my Vows in 1996 as Anglican but in Italy, in a church like my school dedicated to St Mary, forever yearning to return to this dream place in Sussex. Before I had left I had detailed how its extensive buildings and land could be used to help not only the local neighbourhood but the whole world, according to Mother Agnes Mason 's vision and charism, now using the Internet as the Apostolate of the Scribe, at Holmhurst, in its great rooms and classrooms and with its fine library, giving academic courses and conferences, holding retreats, training young people out of work, with no skills, no hope, in Hastings, how to bind books using the equipment the Sisters had there, great Victorian wood book binding presses, how to frame pictures, how to do cabinetry, how to be carpenters, like Christ, and, with the stone quarry in the grounds, how to be stone masons, from the drawers and drawers filled with coloured silks and gold thread how to do ecclesiastical embroidery, make vestments, altar linens, with the land, how to garden and grow produce, keep chickens to have fresh new-laid brown eggs for themselves and guests coming here, milch cows and goats and sheep, for milk and cheeses, so much else. But my proposals were met with 'Julia's desire to be practical is impractical'. And so the secular buildings were offered for commercial sale, the convent, the chapel, the sacred buildings, destroyed, while I lived in one room, without heat, on foot, for four years, until given a graveyard took after in the heart of Florence, wherein are buried so many Church of England clergy, my task now to find the funds to restore their neglected monuments and to apprentice myself to a stone mason to learn how to do repairs to the tombs, many of which have had their crosses in Carrara marble vandalized. And where I continue as librarian of a theological library, the Biblioteca e Bottega Fioretta Mazzei I have founded, whose shelves I built myself like those of the Bodleian, and in which we teach paper marbling and book binding to old and young, in which we teach the alphabet to a gypsy mother, in which we teach starving artists how to make their frames, in which we read Dante's Commedia in Italian on Thursdays by candlelight, in which on Sundays by candlelight we meet for prayer and supper, Florentines accepting this English hermit dressed in the blue and veil of her lost Community of the Holy Family. The Godfriends which started in the Library at Holmhurst St Mary of Anglicans, Quakers, Catholics, Jews, continues now in cyberspace and on every continent but Antarctica.
 

Older Convent /Modern Convent/Holmhurst St Mary/Terrace
Modern Chapel/Library/Classrooms/Further Classrooms
(of which the convent, chapel, library and classroom buildings are now torn down)
Farm beyond road at left top, also 'Further Classrooms', not included in Sale.

Blessed Sacrament Chapel, Holmhurst St Mary

Mother Agnes worked hard to have two things, the Blessed Sacrament reserved in a special chapel built out of the stable, as had St Teresa of Avila done, and to have a burial ground for the Sisters, after the burial of the first two sisters in Westfield. In the latter case she was told by the city authorities this was forbidden. She then asked what the farmer did when his cows died. On being told he buried them in a field, she replied 'What is good enough for his cows, is good enough for my nuns'. She won. The graveyard lies beyond Augustus Hare's Rocky Valley. Simple wooden crosses have now been replaced by iron ones, the great cross of Sussex oak under which Mother Agnes was buried also replaced. These Sisters had been in India, had been in Florence, one coming from Germany with a vast library of books in fraktura. Mother Agnes and generations of her school girls were good stewards of the beauty of Augustus Hare's dream house. If you can visit, please lay flowers on the graves of Mothers Agnes, Gwendolyn, Muriel, Sisters Barbara, Catherine, Charlotte, Christine, Eileen, Florence, Helen, Joan, Lucy, Margaret, Mary, Mary Frances, Phyllis, Valerie, Veronica, most of them my teachers, in my name.

The Sisters of the Community, from the school and from the property, land being sold for the modern Conquest Hospital next door, had become millionaires, which I did not know when I joined them. That was tragic, resulting in a retirement from Christian service, apart from a few retreats a year. It was a women and children's Utopia, which could have been now shared with men. It was of great learning, of great Christianity, so very much needed in the Church of England today; it could have been revived and been of use again for love of God and neighbour. We didn't need the money. We needed the books, the buildings, the land. All of which were already there, being Mother Agnes Mason's heritage for Sussex and the world. Mother Agnes wrote into her Rule that we schoolgirls were to go out into the world, with the love of beauty, the love of poverty, and with the salt of good learning.

The love of beauty is only superficially and not really opposed to the love of poverty, but the union of the two produces a peculiarly clean and attractive type of Christian character and work. And we should aspire to have our pupils enrich and purify the world with this salt.

Return to Augustus Hare's Holmhurst (http://www.umilta.net/holmhurst1.html)

Go to How They Subdivided Holmhurst (http://www.umilta.net/holmhurst3.html)


See also Family and School Albums:

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Family Album; BBC http://catskill.gcal.ac.uk/repository/repos-fs/gcu/a0/a1/gcu-a0a1k7-b.mov recording of many voices 'Talking of Gandhiji', my father's voice being one of these; Halbert Harold Holloway, The Woman, the Sun, the Flowers and the Courage; Sir James Roberts; My England (in progress); Jonathan Luke Holloway, Home Birth Can Be An OptionMother Agnes Mason, C.H.F.; Deaf/Death; David and Solomon; How to Make Cradles and Libraries; Hazel Oddy, Martha's Supplication; Tangled Tale; Oliveleaf Chronicle

See also Community of the Holy Family, Rule; Mother Agnes' Sketchbook



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