I have often felt myself to be living in two different
times. As a scholar of William Morris and of nineteenth-century literature, I
spend my working life struggling to piece together a sense of the past,
immersing myself in history's works and doings, hoping to interpret it in service of our present-day life. The past has
given birth to the present, but in ways that are not always easy to grasp. As a
scholar based in North America, I am distanced spatially as well as temporally from the world Morris inhabited: in the post-1950s
landscape of Davis, California, there is almost nothing in my daily life to
connect me, materially, to the nineteenth-century past of Morris and his
circle. This past in which I spend so much time, then, exists mainly in the
form of words on a page. I see Morris’s voice in black letters and the white
spaces between them… always remembering that Morris himself had very firm
opinions as to what the dimensions of those white spaces should be.
Kelmscott House, Hammersmith |
William Morris, "Evenlode" fabric |
Before my engagement at the Kelmscott House, the Society
Manager, Cathy De’Freitas,
was kind enough to arrange a place for me on a tour of the newly
reopened Emery Walker House. At 7 Hammersmith Terrace, Walker’s home -- spruced up and restored through funds from the Arts and Crafts Hammersmith project -- is just a short walk down the Thames,
and one of the great pleasures of the day was to think about the Arts and
Crafts community that lived with and amongst
each other in late-nineteenth-century Hammersmith. May Morris, in fact, lived
right next door at 8 Hammersmith Terrace during the period of her ill-fated
marriage to Henry Halliday Sparling, and other key figures associated with the
Socialist League and the Kelmscott Press, including foreman printer Thomas
Binning, also lived in the neighborhood.
While Arts and Crafts Hammersmith has gone to great expense
to repair the roof at 7 Hammersmith Terrace and make other necessary structural
improvements, they have left the house largely as it was during its years as a
private home. Here one walks into a space that seems to be frozen in time, full
of Morris’s wallpapers and textiles and littered with intimate personal traces
of the friendship between Walker and the Morris family. At one point our
tour guide displayed a small box with a lock of Morris’s hair from the day that
he died and two pairs of his spectacles, so small and so familiar to those of
us who have studied his image from the perspective of the distant present.
Other treasures include a stunning pencil drawing of May Morris done by Edward
Burne-Jones, where the ghost of her mother’s famous face haunts the lower lip
like an unspoken word, and a hand-embroidered bed spread made by May Morris for
Walker’s wife.
Dining Room, Emery Walker House |
My day finished with a trip to The Dove pub with Martin
Stott of the William Morris Society, where we sat outside, watched the Thames,
and spoke of the past and the present. It was a few weeks before the UK general election, and at a moment when the U.S. commitment
to the Paris Climate Agreement still hung in the balance. There was much to
discuss, and Morris’s place in the present seemed more necessary than ever.
--Elizabeth Carolyn Miller, Professor of English at UC Davis
For a fascinating, full-length review of the new Emery Walker museum written by Marcus Waithe, author of William Morris's Utopia of Strangers, visit Apollo Magazine here.
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