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Vita Sackville-West and Richard Church: Neighbours, Gardeners and Poets

By Rosie Vizor, Garden Museum Archivist

Despite the difficulties of the past year, the Museum has still been actively acquiring new material to enhance the Collection. When Garden Designer Paul Bangay alerted us to a Vita Sackville-West letter coming up for auction, offering to help us acquire it, we couldn’t resist. Even more enticingly, the letter was about an unusual lily. As it happened, the lucky person with the winning bid offered to donate the letter to the Museum – and more. This one letter opened up a whole story; there was another poet and garden-lover living within the grounds of Sissinghurst Castle, just a few steps from the main house – Richard Church. We are very grateful to Andy Moreton for his generosity, and would like to share some highlights from his gift here.

Richard Church (1893-1972) was a poet, writer and critic whose love of the English countryside was evident in much of his work. He was born in Battersea into modest beginnings; his father was a postal worker and his mother a schoolteacher. He left Dulwich Hamlet School aged 16 due to economic necessity and joined the civil service, but wrote poetry assiduously in his spare time. Although his first book of poems, The Flood of Life, was published in 1917, Church carried on working for the Civil Service until 1933, 24 years altogether, until he’d built up a literary reputation that could sustain him as a full-time writer. The most acclaimed of his novels, The Porch (1937), drew on his experiences of working in the civil service. It was awarded the Femina Vie Heureuse Prize. Perhaps the most enduring of Church’s publications, though, was his three part autobiography: Over the Bridge received the Sunday Times Prize for Literature in 1955, The Golden Sovereign led to him being awarded a CBE in 1957, and the final volume, The Voyage Home, was published in 1964.

For the last four years of his life, Church lived within the grounds of Sissinghurst, home of the famous poet, writer and gardener Vita Sackville-West (1892-1962) and her husband Harold Nicolson (1886-1968). Church lived, fittingly, in the Priest’s house, which can be seen to the far right in the photograph below.

Aerial photograph of Sissinghurst Castle with the Priest’s House on the far right. Looking closely, you can just make out the figure of Vita Sackville-West standing in the arched doorway of the tower, and other residents posing outside their houses for the photograph. (1932)
Photograph by John Gay of Vita Sackville-West beneath the tower arch at Sissinghurst Castle, with her German shepherd dog, Martha (1948)

Although the archive we received relating to Church is small, it helps to build up a picture of his life, giving a sense of his character and the people who were important to him. Some items shed light on his relationship with Sackville-West. Perhaps unsurprisingly, considering the proximity of the Priest’s House to the Nicolson residence, it appears he got to know the family fairly well. In one of Church’s letters to his secretary, he writes with compassion about Vita’s son, Nigel Nicolson, who was going through a divorce at the time, chastising the public for being ‘vociferous & foolish, & fundamentally indifferent’.

Vita’s letter to Richard is dated 1957, before he had moved to the Priest’s House. At the time he was living in a converted oast house in Cranbrook. Vita politely writes that she had to overcome her reluctance to ‘add to his correspondence’ because she simply must know where he obtained a January-flowering lily with the puzzling epithet ‘stylosus’. We assume that Richard had recently published an article about this unusual lily, and that Vita was expecting him to be inundated with letters asking about it. She explains her interest in the lily as follows:

‘The termination us puzzles me. The usual termination for the lily tribe is um, e.g. tigrinum, speciosum, superbum, giganteum, etc. I don’t know Latin but I assume that it goes grammatically with lilium – the masculine gender, probably. Anyhow a lily that flowers in January sounds very exciting, and I can’t find any reference to it in any book or catalogue.’

Although Vita’s letter is enquiring in content, reading between the lines I wonder if she knew he’d made a mistake. She delicately questions his terminology in a P.S.: ‘You weren’t by any chance thinking of Iris stylosa, more properly called I. unguicularis, were you?’

Letter from Vita Sackville-West to Richard Church (10 February 1957)

We may never know as the archive doesn’t contain Church’s responses, but having failed to locate the term in the R.H.S. Dictionary of Gardening, I asked our Horticultural Trainee, Thomas Rutter. He agreed with Vita that it was probably an Iris stylosa.

Church didn’t move to the Priest’s House at Sissinghurst until after Vita had died, which feels a shame as they seemed to have so much in common; both being successful poets and writers with a love of the countryside of Kent. The fact that other letters between Vita and Richard exist, held at the University of Texas, suggests they were friends nonetheless.

Within the box of Church’s possessions donated to the Garden Museum was an Order of Service from Vita’s funeral, proving he was in attendance. He also gave a talk about Vita on the BBC Home Service after she died, called ‘A Neighbour’s Tribute’. It’s interesting to see what was read out at her funeral; a section of her narrative poem ‘The Land’ epitomises her love of gardens.

Order of Service for Vita Sackville-West’s funeral (5 June 1962)

Also included in the box is an uncorrected proof of Vita’s novel, No Signposts in the Sea. Written a year before she died, the book is hauntingly prophetic; the main character knows he does not have long to live so sets out on a cruise with a widow, an unrequited love. Vita wrote the book whilst on the last cruise of her life with her husband, though her cancer was undiagnosed at the time. In this last book, she reflects on the nature of life, love, death and travel.

No Signposts by the Sea (Uncorrected Proof) by Vita Sackville-West (London: Michael Joseph, 1961)

Richard Church was also a prolific writer who travelled widely. He was the author of over 50 books spanning many different genres: poetry, novels, books about the countryside, children’s books, travel writing and literary studies, as well as being a respected journalist and critic.

Pocket Poets by Richard Church (London: Edward Hulton, 1959), with inscription ‘Jean and Robert, from the next village, Richard Church’

Although the majority of Church’s literary archive is held at the University of Texas and Manchester University, a small packet of letters included within the Museum’s most recent acquisition provides a snapshot into his life, relationships, character and career. It’s a treat to read this poet’s well-crafted letters.

They date between 1958 and 1969 and are all addressed to Jean Malins, Church’s long-standing secretary. Malins typed and edited Church’s work but the letters show she did much more, and the two developed a close relationship. Richard seems to have written to her once or twice a month while he was away, describing his travels and workload. Malins took care of his household affairs while he was gone, and he frequently checks in with her on matters like the pensions ‘request reminder rigmarole’, the refrigerator that’s ‘had it’ and ‘jockeying’ mechanics about his car. His caring nature is evident when he expresses deep concern for Jean’s wellbeing after her surgery, sending ‘deeply paternal’ love from ‘the old word-mongering tyrant who has tried your patience to the point of exhaustion over the past ten years or more’.

Letter from Richard Church to Jean Malins (23 April 1969)

What also stands out in the letters is his sense of humour and way with words. Writing on the cruise ship R. M. S. Circassia in the South of Crete, he sets the scene: ‘We are now ploughing Homer’s wine-dark sea, on the route of the Tyrrian triremes trading with Carthage!’ He was privileged to be seated with his second wife, Catya, on the Captain’s table for meals, alongside a judge and a bishop. I’m intrigued to know what he meant when he said ‘Imagine C. dropping her neat little bombs, much to the Captain’s delight’. On another cruise, he describes how ‘One evening in the Red Sea we watched a film of Tommy Steele on a screen raised on the rear mast: an incongruity that could make the Israelites turn back & weep with the Egyptians’.

In his letters to Jean whilst on busy lecture tours in India, the United States and South America, Church’s appreciation of the natural scenery and gardens is palpable. He found Ceylon ‘superbly beautiful’, being ‘ravished by the grandeur of the landscape, [and] the flowers’. In Bengal, he writes:

‘By now Christmas must have receded into the past, and you will be looking for signs of longer days; aconites and snowdrops, as heralds of hope. Here, the gardens of some of the private homes are a blaze of colour’.

Yet he is ‘mildly homesick all the time’, always longing to return home to the ‘solitude and peace’ of the English countryside, his major passion. He took part in many local activities in Kent, and made an effort to protect the natural environment. In his obituary written by friend Betty Massingham, she explains how one of his last efforts was to preserve a yew in Cranbrook Churchyard.[1] He was also deeply concerned with how gardening could become accessible for disabled people in his community. The annotated horticultural advice booklets within the archive hint at his own keen pleasure in gardening.

Booklet titled Directions for Cultivation (Autumn) by Stassen’s Bulbs

It was quite strange reading how Church felt about seeing the ‘bric a brac’ of his life displayed in showcases at the University of Texas, where he had recently deposited his literary archive. I wonder how he would feel about this small part of his legacy now being housed in a Museum dedicated to the history of gardens, and shared through that lens here? He describes feeling mythologised by the process of transferring his archive to an institution, appealing to his third wife Dorothy to pinch him ‘back to life’. I hope he would have approved of us bringing alive the items in his archive once again, as this new collection of private letters provides a glimpse into his personal life, giving more of an insight into the man behind the myth.

ALLOTMENTS by Richard Church

LIFTING through the broken clouds there shot

A searching beam of golden sunset-shine.

It swept the town allotments, plot by plot,

And all the digging clerks became divine –

Stood up like heroes with their spades of brass,

Turning the ore that made the realms of Spain!

So shone they for a moment. Then, alas!

The cloud-rift closed; and they were clerks again.

By Rosie Vizor, Garden Museum Archivist

All images are from the Richard Church Archive, except those of Sissinghurst Castle, which are from the Garden Museum Collection.

[1] Betty Massingham,‘A Courteous Friend,’ The Courier (10 March 1972)