Hubby and I recently watched a DVD portraying Beatrix Potter’s life. Ms. Potter was the author and illustrator of Peter Rabbit and many other stories about critters and such. The DVD inspired me to read a book about Ms. Potter who was born into an upper middle class English family in 1866.
As was the custom of her time she was pretty much raised by a nurse, on the upper floor of their house, seeing few other children and much of the time, only seeing her parents at bedtime. She was educated at home, alone, by private governesses, and her only real companions were her younger brother and their collection of animals.
The author of the book* I read makes an insightful, albeit depressing, statement about life expectations for women such as Beatrix. He notes that education, beyond the training of the governesses, was not even thought of: “Nor had she been considered suitable to be educated, despite the fact that the first girls’ schools had already opened in London (in the late 1840s). As for having a career, that was considered completely impossible. Girls of her class did not do such a thing. Working class women might have jobs, mainly in service, but in middle class families women did nothing at all.”*
That sentence really struck me. And as I think about books I’ve read about the Victorian era, it’s true. Women of the upper classes did nothing. At least nothing of substance. Such women had maids and cooks and gardeners to do all the work. They fussed about the food to be served or the arrangement of flowers for the table, but they didn’t actually do anything. Even their friendships were very circumscribed. They very formally “called” on their peers, staying for the proscribed few minutes, talking about nothing, and then moving on to the next visitation. Other than that, most of those women did nothing and went nowhere.
Understanding that makes it easier to see how difficult it was for these women to know about, let alone to get involved with, the world outside their front door. And that makes it easier for me to admire those women who did do something, who did have the courage to moved beyond their culture’s boundaries and take the risk to expand their world. Some of these women started societies to help the poor, and such. To me, their work had always seemed rather condescending and superficial. But perhaps their efforts really were amazing considering where they started from.
Such was the world into which Beatrix Potter was born and raised. No wonder Peter Rabbit went exploring.
Which brings us to the question, How did you spend your day?
* P.14 Beatrix Potter’s Lakeland, by Hunter Davies, 1988. Emphasis added.