'Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace.
The soul that knows it not knows no release from little things:
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear,
Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear
The sound of wings....''
From 'Courage' by Amelia Erhart (1897-1937)
Just a little bit
north of Bridlington in Yorkshire is Sewerby Hall which has a beautiful garden,
a little animal park and a room dedicated to the memory of the great British
aviatrix Amy Johnson. Amy’s reputation
is often eclipsed by that other great woman flyer, the American Amelia Erhart, and
like her, a passion for flying lead to an untimely death. Amy Johnson died in 1941 and her
greatest achievement had been her single-handed flight to Australia eleven
years before.
On the 24th
May 1930 Amy Johnson touched down her little Gypsy Moth aeroplane in Darwin in
the Northern Territories. She was twenty six and she had just flown alone from
Britain with a thermos flask and a packet of sandwiches. It took nineteen days to fly
11,000 miles in a tiny plane made of wood and canvas. She had no proper maps
except what she had been able to buy from Stanfords, the map shop in Covent
Garden, and no arrangements to be met on the ground when she needed to refuel.
Johnson had hoped to
beat the world record for flight time to Australia but
she failed and had to be content to be the first woman to make the flight. Johnson had to buy the Gyspy Moth
herself and only after much effort did she manage to get Lord Wakefield the founder of Castrol Oil to sponsor some of the cost. Fortunately she did win £10,000 from the Daily Mail for completing the flight. Not bad for a middle class girl from
Hull who had only been flying for two years.
On the journey to
Australia, Amy nearly crashed into a rock face in the Taurus Mountains, and she did
crash into a playing field in Rangoon and tore the canvas wings of the plane on bamboo
shoots in Java, she went missing over the shark infested waters around Bali and
hit an ant hill in Atamboea. It was a miracle she arrived at all. Amy Johnson set
off as an unknown legal secretary with a passion for planes and thanks to
Pathe News arrived in Australia a celebrity.
Amy was risky and racy, awkward, brooding and driven. But she was a
pioneer and like all pioneers she didn’t give a tinker’s damn what people
thought of her. A play written about her recently describes her as a 'rambler, hockey player, mechanic, lover and celebrity..... as much of our time as she was for her own.'
There were other solo and joint flights after Australia, and like her short marriage to fellow aviator Jim
Mollinson not all were successful.
Then in 1940 she was asked to join the A.T.A. - the Air Transport
Auxilliary. During the Second World War this civilian unit delivered military planes from factories and airfields to their operational aerodromes.
In January 1941, in
thick cloud, Amy Johnson flew an Airspeed Oxford plane from Blackpool for
delivery to Oxfordshire. When she ran out of fuel over the Thames estuary - miles off course, she ditched the plane in the water and jumped out. She was hit by
the propeller of a rescue boat and her body was never found. When her flight bag was recovered at the scene, the officers of the rescue boat realised to their horror who had died. The bag is now in the little museum in Sewerby Hall. She was only thirty eight.
Amy's daring flight to
Australia was an important psychological boost for a colony that normally could only reached after months at sea.
In his book ‘Spitfire Women', Giles Whittell says ‘Australia adored her.
It was for having shrunk the world more vividly and definitively than a
strutting male action hero could ever have. Here was the girl next door,
(sunburned and overtired, it was true) whose next door was Hull.'
Not posh, definitely
pushy, and the very sort of heroine a pioneering young country and a depressed
old one wanted as a pin up.
So I've been thinking about what to cook. If you read Neville Shute's book 'A Town Like Alice'; Australian food in the 1930s and 40s seemed to consist mainly of huge steaks served with a fried egg on top, washed down with copious quantities of beer.
The most prominent Australian cookery book of the early twentieth century was the 'Theory of Cookery' by Amy Schauer which went into 12 editions. Amy Schauer taught cookery at the Brisbane Technical College and during the 1914-18 war gave courses in basic field, camp and invalid cookery. She became an outstanding influence on the education of Queensland girls and I daresay contributed to the staunch baking tradition which still persists in Australia.
In all the hospitality she received in Australia Amy Johnson must have been treated to some of the other Amy’s recipes, so here are her date scones.
Date scones
250g self raising flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
Pinch of salt
2 teaspoons sugar
1 tablespoon butter
70g chopped dates
1 small egg, beaten
150ml milk
Oven 200c
Sift together flour, baking powder, salt and sugar into a food processor, add the butter and blitz until mixture resembles breadcrumbs. Turn into a bowl and stir in the chopped dates.
Mix the egg and milk together and stir into the flour mixture to make a soft sticky dough. Turn this out onto a lightly floured surface, it's very sticky so I pressed it flat with floury fingers. Cut the dough into about 8 squares or 12 rounds, brush tops with a little milk and place on a baking tray. Bake about 10-15 minutes or until golden.
4 comments:
Excellent, Liz!
I am always amazed and grateful to find out about people that the history books have left out.
For our American "Memorial Day" I will be remembering Amy Johnson and all of the unsung women heroes who have brought us to the freedom that women enjoy today, mostly without firing a shot!
Fascinating and beautifully written article on Amy Johnson, Liz. What a tragic end to an exceptional life.
Thank you! - Helen Hoyle
Thank you both!. After I posted this, my cousin Jane told me that her Dad, my Dad's first cousin, saw Amy take off from Hull when he was in his pram...
That's amazing - what an interesting link with the past!
Helen
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