Transcription of the Diary of Sydney Thomas Albert (Tom) Flinn, 23 December 1933 to 9 December 1934 (MSS.328/N90/3)
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Transcription of the diary of Sydney Thomas Albert (Tom) Flinn, 23 December 1933 to 9 December 1934 (MSS.328/N90/3) [Enclosed in front cover: typescript description of usual cycling routes to and from Essex and Kent, June 1934, signed ‘S.F.’; leaflet advertising accommodation at Charney Manor, Charney Bassett, Wantage, Berkshire.] 23/12/33. I managed to get to work this morning but I didn’t feel at all fit. Page 1 However, I didn’t have to go out and I received at Christmas box so I didn’t do so badly. 24/12/33. Christmas Eve. s unable to get out yesterday so apart from what Mum bought for me my presents will have to wait till after Christmas. I must say, though, I feel a lot better than I did. Needless to say, I didn’t go out on the bike. 25/12/33. Happy Christmas everyone! We had a quiet day, listening to the Wireless. There was good stuff to listen to. “To Distant Friends” in the afternoon with Christmas greetings to and from London, Dublin, Hamilton (Bermuda), Ottawa, Wellington, Sydney, Bombay and Cape Town terminating with a speech by H.M. the King. A pantomime in the evening and, later, the second act of the “Mikado” provided further entertainment. 26/12/33. Boxing Day. Spent as quietly as Christmas day. My cold is a little better but, I am sorry to say, Mum seems to have Page 2 caught it now. 27/12/33. Back to work. Not feeling very business like but making the best of it. Mum’s got the cold properly. George came over on Christmas Eve to say that his mother was very ill again – so ill that the crisis was expected on Boxing Day. She is suffering from congestion of the lungs. I rang George up to-day and he says she is a little better and past the worst. We’ve given up hope for poor old Art1. now. 28/12/33. There’s been a considerable drought of rain throughout the country this month and the few spots of drizzle we had to-day haven’t ameliorated it to any noticeable extent. Mum’s cold is a little worse while mine is somewhat better. Dad seems to be contracting a cold too. 29/12/33. Everywhere people seem to have colds. At work nearly everybody has one; S. was away yesterday morning but managed to come in for a short while during the afternoon. Mum’s Page 3 cold is about the same. Dad’s is a little worse. 29/12/33. Have been looking at the lists I got from the cycle exhibition to see [sic] what saddle I’d like to get with the money I had at Christmas. I can run to about 15/-[.] My present saddle (Dunlop) always makes me begin to ache after about two hour’s riding so that I have to get off and 1 Arthur Ritterspach, the Flinns' next-door neighbour, reported missing on 14 December (see MSS.328/N90/2 page 236). Transcription of the diary of Sydney Thomas Albert (Tom) Flinn, 23 December 1933 to 9 December 1934 (MSS.328/N90/3) walk occasionally. I’ve a good mind to get a spring-mattress seat saddle – the prices are very reasonable and they are not so heavy as one would imagine – in fact, they weigh, generally, about as much as the old Brooks I used to use (that was always a comfortable one). 30/12/33. On the way home to-day I called in at Bates’s and purchased a spring-mattress seat saddle for 7/6 – make unknown but it seems allright. I also bought a Lucas “Challis” bell for 2/4 as my old one is not as loud as I should like and the chromium plating is peeling off as though it were tin foil[.] The new bell is black enamelled. I went to the “Premier” this afternoon and saw Tom Walls and Page 4 Ralph Lynn in “A Cuckoo in the Nest”[.] A jolly, good film with plenty of humour. The supporting picture was indescribable. There was a Mickey Mouse which, like all others of his breed, was very funny. 31/12/33 I got up just after eight o’clock and set off on the bike just before ten. I rode the usual route to Harold Wood but turned down the Southend arterial road as far as the Spring where I rode up to Upminster Common and walked up Warley Hill. I then went down past the barracks and along Thorndon Park Avenue and Hanging Hill Lane to Hutton and took the old Southend Road to Billericay. (Just outside Hutton there was a 4-seater saloon car lying on its side but no-one appeared to be hurt). From Billericay I turned off, intending to return via Laindon but missed the road and came through Little Burstead to Dunton. Hence I took the road which leads to Horndon on the Hill but turned right before reaching that place and came through Bulphan and across the Fen to Upminster and Hornchurch whence I came home via the Page 5 very short route (via the Barking Road). My milage for to-day I did not ascertain but, as it is the last day of the year I took particular care to take the reading on my cyclometer to- night which was 3,957∙8 miles. From this the following facts are apparent:- The total milage [sic] for the year is 3,242∙8 “ “ “ since I had the cyclometer is 3,957∙8 “ “ “ “ “ bike is 4,500 approx. I had hoped to do 4,000 this year or, at least, to get the total up to that figure but, owing mainly to my colds this last week-end or two I have not been able to get out. I will, however try to do more next year. One thing is certain. If, as I intend, I go for another tour next year, I shall certainly do a thousand miles at least. I had intended to write a summary of the year’s events but as my memory is short on many things I will leave it. I will, however, try to introduce matters of a more public nature next year though, of course, they will only be things in which I am Page 6 likely to find an interest. I have one regret, and that is, I could not get the whole of the present year into one book. A good resolution for next year would be to write events up regularly once a day – I nearly had to give up at Christmas as I was almost a fortnight behind. – but I’ve broken the resolution already since these last two lines are written on the 5th January next year. Transcription of the diary of Sydney Thomas Albert (Tom) Flinn, 23 December 1933 to 9 December 1934 (MSS.328/N90/3) I think I will make sundry alterations in the setting out of entries. One thing in particular, I think needs attention, namely, the setting out of dates. I will, for the present at any rate, try writing down the names of the days of the week as well as the dates for easier reference. I shall probably experiment in other things, too. Well, I think that is all I have to say for the present, so I will leave 1933 and go on recording the doings of the world and myself throughout 1934 if God preserve me. Sydney Thomas Albert Flinn 142, Kingsland Road, Plaistow, (London) E.13. 5th January 1934. [Blank] Page 7 1/1/34. A nice day with which to start the year. Page 8 Monday Fog! Plenty of it – everywhere. We had it at Paddington Street – a white mist to begin with and becoming more like pea-soup later. Going home to-night it took me nearly an hour to get to Aldgate and, as I went above ground to change on to the District Railway at Aldgate East, I was amazed at the crowds of people waiting for buses and trams and to find Aldgate East station was closed. I walked to Whitechapel station only to find that trains were running only as far as Upton Park beyond which there was no service at all but these trains were packed tightly and ran about every half hour. So I took the nearest road through to the Commercial Road having decided to walk. There was little traffic. The first tramcar (crowded) passed me at Stepney station and the first bus (also crowded) at Burdett Road. However, after a crush I was able to get a tram at Poplar. Now, from Aldgate to Poplar it had been tolerably clear (one could see the moon) but no sooner had we crossed the Lea than the fog was as dense as it had been all day. So we crawled to the Boleyn and I reached home a little after half-past eight o’clock. According to Mum it had been so thick at Page 9 home that the lamp outside the house could only just be discerned while Dad had taken an hour and twenty minutes to come by train from Mark Lane to Upton Park. 2 Tuesday. Much clearer to-day, thank goodness, but it started to rain during the afternoon. On my way home I called in at Grey’s to see if I could buy a couple of Telsen screened, iron-core coils but was unlucky as they had none in stock.