samb
LOVES Wooden Canoes
Like many who have an infatuation with old things, (canoes in this case), I keep a watch on the places they are likely to come up for sale. ‘Auction Watch’ covers all the auction sales in the UK and Ireland. Mostly it just brings up canoe shaped fruit dishes and the like, occasionally a pacific island canoe model but a couple of weeks ago it showed me ‘A late 19th Century American double ended peapod Canoe or Skiff’. It was in Ireland which was a bit of a problem travel wise, but the description said the provenance was from Eleanor Barnes.
This is important because Eleanor Barnes wrote “As the Water flows” (published 1920),
https://archive.org/details/aswaterflowsreco00barnrich/mode/2up
It’s one of the few UK written books about canoe touring in the UK at the beginning of the 20th century. I just happen to have a copy, and know it features both photos and watercolours of her canoe.
The book is a quite poetic description of a woman paddler and her young friend travelling by canoe on some of the rivers in the south of England, in an age when a lady wore a hat. I understand the book is based on diary entries from trips taken around 1914. It deals with the trials and tribulations of canoeing mostly on small rivers and in a country where landowners and fishermen have control over the rivers and also tells of the hospitality of country folk.
The book is illustrated with line drawings, watercolours and photographs.
There are a few interesting comments about the canoe through the text.
The description is obviously of a cedar / canvas canoe, but 30lbs? The photos don’t give the impression of an especially small boat:
But the watercolours suggest a very small canoe . . . and without seats. Eleanor, in the stern with the paddle, seems to have done all the work. Her friend Sabrina being all young and idealistic, just sits (and stands) and looks pretty.
Anyhow, to get back to the point,I won the auction and will be picking it up next week.
In the meantime, does anyone have an opinion on what I’ve just bought?
https://www.fonsiemealy.ie/catalogu...3daf24e1e6bf/making-room-spring-sale-lot-306/
Sam
This is important because Eleanor Barnes wrote “As the Water flows” (published 1920),
https://archive.org/details/aswaterflowsreco00barnrich/mode/2up
It’s one of the few UK written books about canoe touring in the UK at the beginning of the 20th century. I just happen to have a copy, and know it features both photos and watercolours of her canoe.
The book is a quite poetic description of a woman paddler and her young friend travelling by canoe on some of the rivers in the south of England, in an age when a lady wore a hat. I understand the book is based on diary entries from trips taken around 1914. It deals with the trials and tribulations of canoeing mostly on small rivers and in a country where landowners and fishermen have control over the rivers and also tells of the hospitality of country folk.
The book is illustrated with line drawings, watercolours and photographs.
There are a few interesting comments about the canoe through the text.
- . . . . . I bought an old canoe. I tried her cautiously in wintry weather on the Loch . .. . .
- I explained, it was a green canoe of lightest, frailest build, easily carried, easily trespassed with, over a Bridge or past a waterwheel.
- The green canoe weighs 30lbs, within is built of shavings of thin wood, without of canvas, covered with green paint of apple green or larch.
The description is obviously of a cedar / canvas canoe, but 30lbs? The photos don’t give the impression of an especially small boat:
But the watercolours suggest a very small canoe . . . and without seats. Eleanor, in the stern with the paddle, seems to have done all the work. Her friend Sabrina being all young and idealistic, just sits (and stands) and looks pretty.
Anyhow, to get back to the point,I won the auction and will be picking it up next week.
In the meantime, does anyone have an opinion on what I’ve just bought?
https://www.fonsiemealy.ie/catalogu...3daf24e1e6bf/making-room-spring-sale-lot-306/
Sam