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Our friends in England

Land and People of England

After the wonderful Canada book we posted, I have been on a mad tear throughout the catalog for geography of our world.  I am willing to guess that American ignorance in world affairs and geography could be traced to the appalling collection of material still active in collections from the 60’s and 70’s (and in some cases, the 50’s!).  So to kick off some great titles we found, we will start with our friends across the pond. This lovely gem is probably the most boring book I have seen in a long time.  I also hesitate to tell our UK friends that Wales and Scotland were lumped in as chapters. (I guess they don’t get a book of their own.)  But if you just have a nice English breakfast, you will feel better!


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  • “I am willing to guess that American ignorance in world affairs and geography could be traced to the appalling collection of material still active in collections from the 60’s and 70’s”

    Yeah right. If that excuse was a library book, it would be weeded. ;-]

  • Wales and Scotland do not even belong in this book. The book is about England, not Great Britain. What a stupid book!

  • This book looks like it’s part of a series. What do the other books look like, I wonder?

    • The same, the same, the same! Panoramic views of the Alps, gorgeous regional costumes, all in glorious B&W.

  • The only person in that picture with food on his plate is the Dad.

  • I grew up in England. That’s exactly what breakfast looked like. Kids eating porridge. Mom pouring coffee. Dad with a stack of dishes in front of him, serving everyone else at the table, and then passing them on. This looks spot on to me.

  • Yes, I called her Mum back then, but I’ve been in the USA for too long, and I call her Mom now.

  • I’m sorry to say we own copies of other titles in this series (Portraits of the Nations) as far back as the 1949 edition of The Land and People of Sweden.

  • That family is “enjoying” breakfast? We sure about that?

  • i must own this entire series.

  • Today, the typical breakfast scene is very similar, except that everyone is drinking beer from tins.

  • Hey, I love an English breakfast. Where else can you eat baked beans besides a BBQ?

  • Well, I’m not sure if I would enjoy it in black and white, but I do like having toast with marmalade, tomatoes, and beans in the morning for some reason–not mushrooms though :Þ

  • I wonder:
    Do little British lads still wear tiny tweeds to the breakfast table?

  • I think “Mum” has a drinking problem. How many cups of coffee is she pouring? It looks like she has two or three cups. Maybe one of those is for “son” to wash down the porridge.

  • Wow! Those Brits really live differently than people here in the States… They actually eat breakfast together.

  • I doubt British lads – or lasses – wear tweeds to anywhere. I also very much doubt there are families in Britain who have a breakfast together like this…
    Lovely historic picture!

    I wonder if, in this series, they have a book on Northern Ireland (it not being England, nor Scotland or Wales), including an Ulster Fry which, alongside baked beans also features slices of bacon and potatobread and sodabread (last two are tasty if done well).

    I’m however more curious if there are any books about my country – the Netherlands – though it’ll probably be called Holland and be full of windmills, wooden shoes and tulips as opposed to water works, tourist traps (for tourists) and soft drugs (also for tourists).

  • Typical British architecture there on the cover of that book. My house is the same. No TV of course, but at least the family have a fish tank to gaze upon during the long winter’s evenings when poisonous smog & Jack the Ripper lurk outside…

    BTW Jason: there was NO coffee in England in those days, only tea, dear!

  • Last time I was in the UK 4 years ago, my cousin made us a real English breakfast one morning that looked something like that. It was fried eggs, fried bacon, fried ham, fried tomatoes, fried mushrooms and fried bread. Mmmmm. I can still hear my arteries hardening.

  • What, no bangers and mash?

  • When was Henry Kissinger living in the UK with a British wife, and why does he need five plates for breakfast?

  • Ralph: Coffee certainly for breakfast. Tea is for early afternoon.

  • Well, I admit that she has got a coffee pot & my parents had (horrible) coffee for breakfast in the ’60s, but then they were Bohemian Intellectuals.

    The boy’s tweed jacket says GRAMMAR SCHOOL, as does the very fact that he’s there for breakfast. If he was at a private school (which we call a Public School, don’t ask) he’d be boarded away from home between the ages of 7 and 18. Unbelievably cruel, but some people think that’s how the British came to be Top Nation, touchy-feely emotional Americans take note!

  • In response to Ralph’s last comment (Dec. 16 at 6:26 Am).

    Plato believed children were better off raised by others rather than there biological parents.

  • Hello from England!

    I sometimes wear tweed to breakfast, but I must admit I may be in a minority. That said, it’s the /breakfast/, as daichan notes, that’s of importance here.

    If you visit the fine http://londonreviewofbreakfasts.blogspot.com/ or http://russelldavies.typepad.com/eggbaconchipsandbeans/ you will see that in this regard, the English stick to their traditions.

    (Yeah, that and boarding schools.)

  • I guess I spend too much time on the Photoshop Disaster blog. There is a hand on the lower right of the table that doesn’t belong to Mum or Sis. Who was so unattractive as to be deliberately left out of the picture? Poor spinster Aunt Sadie. At least she is getting one of those cups of coffee.

  • Fine, I looked at the picture closer up, and it is Sis’s hand and a napkin in a ring that fooled me. Never mind.

  • I doubt it’s coffee – I was weaned on tea by my English parents. I’m not kidding – I had the Tommee Tippee cup with the lid & spout with lukewarm, milky tea as a toddler. We also had the fried breakfast – eggs, bacon, sausages, tomatoes, mushrooms and my favourite – fried bread, all lovingly fried up in great dollops of lard – yum yum. Not really surprising my dad had a massive coronary at the age of 48. My Mum did have a Midwinter Zambezi coffee set which I have inherited, but I don’t think she actually used it – coffee in our house was Nescafe and served in the afternoon.

  • That’s not far from a full English breakfast, but I’m sure I wouldn’t eat at home wearing my jacket like that.