In praise of John Loveday
This has been written for the blog and Old Buckenham newsletter by Tom Walshe
Old Buckenham has lost a favourite son and a dear friend with
the passing of John Loveday, just a few weeks short of his 99th birthday.
Although John hadn’t lived in the village since the 1940s,
it remained a very special place to him, one full of memories and family links
going back to times most of us could only imagine.
John, though, really brought our imagination to life with his
remarkable book, The Boy From Rod Alley, recounting great stories and recalling
wonderful characters from his 1930s childhood. I learned things about my own family from John as, I’m sure,
did others in the village. What made the book even more remarkable was that he
started writing it when well into his 80s and published it aged 93.
His memory of people and events was amazing. Above all, he
wanted his book to be true to life, and it certainly was that. "I was
determined to get the child's experiences through the senses, rather than the
usual self-congratulation of memoir," he said in an interview with the
Eastern Daily Press when the book came out. "I think one of my aims was to make a truthful record
of 'how it was' and celebrate lives, but quickly it also became an interest in
a way of writing.”
John was born on the same day as Queen Elizabeth, April 21st
1926 at No. 4 Rod Alley Row. I learned only recently from his daughter Sharon that, 80 years later, he
and his wife Evelyn were among those invited to join Her Majesty at a birthday
celebration lunch in Buckingham Palace.
Back in the period between the wars, however, Old Buckenham
was a very different place from how it is today. Its residents included those
who had survived war or lost loved ones and endured financial hardship brought
about both by the brutal 1914-18 conflict and the economic upheavals that followed.
To an inquisitive boy like John, though, many of them were
characters who made a lasting impression – and had the nicknames to prove it, like
Manny Bush, Naff Etteridge, Sudden Rudd, Stoot Loveday, Cuckoo Loveday, Podger
Fisk, Tip Self, Fiddler Wright, Pippin Elvin, Wiggy Westfield… And among his like-minded contemporaries, none was more
important to John than his best friend Neville Petley whose sudden death from
meningitis left him bereft and confused about life’s meaning and
purpose.
Attending the village school, latterly the Church Rooms, now
a welcoming bookshop and cafe, also made a deep impression on John, and
particularly the two principal teachers in the village, Mr and Mrs Hart. John disliked
Len Hart intensely for his aggressive strictness bordering on cruelty, but had
a lot of time for his more considerate and approachable wife who looked after
the infants. John’s experiences of the Harts shaped his own views on
teaching when he became a schoolmaster himself after the war, and he determined
to be everything that Len Hart was not.
Yes, above all John Loveday was a kind and perceptive man.
His love for Old Buckenham and the strong family ties that the Lovedays have
had with the village down the years remained as strong as ever right up to the
time of his passing. And he enjoyed nothing more than hearing and talking about
the places and the people that were so special to him. John’s daughter Sharon and his brother-in-law John Houchin
will be coming to the village at the end of April for a visit planned before
John’s passing. It will be a poignant time for them but I’m sure the village
they themselves have got to know and love will give them a warm welcome in
loving memory of the Boy from Rod Alley.