Glenys barton biography of william shakespeare
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People/Characters William Shakespeare
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Autobiographical Notes
I have just been reading the transcript of a talk the fine British potter Sarah Walton gave in 1983 at the Sainsbury Centre, Norwich. In a brief autobiographical introduction she says, simply: "I am a Londoner, having grown up in a family of professional musicians, and by the time I first went to art school, I was thoroughly familiar with the contents of all the London museums and galleries." I am drinking tea from one of Sarah Walton's salt-glazed cups, trying to quell an onrush of the dreaded Australian cringe as I write this.
I was born in 1935 in the gold rush city of Allarat, in southeast Australia. I don't remember going to an art gallery before I went to university. In our home there was no classical music beyond that played for our piano lessons; very little classical literature, and no positive conversation about the arts that I can recall.
I was the second of four sisters. My father was the managing director of a large engineering firm that took most of his attention. My mother, daughter of a cabinet-maker, had trained as an arts and crafts teacher, but on her marriage was whisked away to pour her skills into homemaking. Our house was chock-a-block with lead-light windows, turned wooden vases, hand-painted parchment lampshades, watercolo