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To this day, more than 20 years after her death, her friends swear she never did sing out of tune. If its true, it was the only constant in a tumultuous trip. But in her background, which was largely Scottish and Welsh, music and wordplay and laughter were the stuff of everyday life. In Sandys childhood kitchen was a sign declaring that laughter was the best remedy. Neil Denny says his family wasnt particularly musical, but hes clearly judging them against the artistic standards of a culture in which making music was as commonplace as using the telephone is today.

His family held to the Scottish tradition in which, at New Years time, everybody had to recite a poem or sing a song or whatever. He had some piano lessons but acknowledges he wasnt particularly good at it: I certainly had my interest in music, but my wife wasnt particularly musical.

You cant tell; it comes out in some people. Sandy was a one-off. He says, She could go to Ireland and be understood, but Welsh she couldnt understand, or Cornish, or Breton. When she went to Ireland, she could speak to people there in Irish and understand what they were saying. He remembers that she used to dirge away at these things like The Seal-Womans Croon. Neil Denny was born in Glasgow in The Denny family moved to London when Neil was about Neils father had been Album) There are only two places to live in London: Hampstead or Wimbledon.

The Denny family chose the latter place to make its home. Neil was at the leading edge of what writer Tom Brokaw has called the greatest generation, those hardworking sons and daughters of the early 20 th century who held education, good manners, and diligence in high regard. Neil saw those values eroding toward the end of World War II when, awaiting release from the service, he worked as an education officer.

The education officers were very critical about the caliber of people coming in at that time, Neil remarks. The men lacked the level of literacy found in the generation before; war had disrupted their upbringing. Neil believes that these soldiers and their cohort went on to raise many of the children who later ridiculed the values his generation cherished. He worked in various civil service jobs until the war broke out and he enlisted in the Air Force.

Early inthe air crew cadet was stationed in Babbacombe, where the presence of service people of both sexes livened the war effort. Neil soon noticed a graceful, strong-willed corporal, Edna Jones.

She was born inthe daughter of a merchant seaman and the granddaughter of a blacksmith who owned property in Llangranog, a seaside village in Wales that became a geographic touchstone for the Jones family. The couple married at Newton Abbot on 21 December and endured the ribbing resulting from having picked the years shortest day and longest night.

The wars hardships went beyond bombings and shortages. The couple spent a lot of time apart. Neil flew patrols in the North Sea, which sometimes allowed him to catch up with Edna on weekends. InEdna was discovered to be pregnant. David Maclean Denny was born in Gainsborough on 23 January Edna stayed with her in-laws in Wimbledon as Neil worked his way back to London.

Sandy was a Twelfth Night baby, says Neil Denny, with a smile. Thats why we always said she was a bit fey. By this time the Dennys were living at 29 Dunmore Road, one of many Wimbledon homes the Dennys occupied during Sandys childhood. Neil now worked as commissioner of the National Savings Committee, a job that had him trooping around to schools to check on childrens National Savings accounts.

Sandy spent a good part of her early childhood in Broadstairs, a small seaside town on the southeast coast of England. It must have been a great place to raise two small children, says Hilary English, Sandys cousin on her mothers side. Hilary recalls a photo of her older sister, David, and Sandy being pushed around the garden by Neil.

The three children were clutching the sides of the wheelbarrow and laughing. The photograph was lost in a flood several years ago. The war was very real to us, says Winnie Whittaker, who grew up in Wimbledon and became Sandys lifelong friend. Winnie recalls playing in bomb shelters and wondering at the requisitioned houses that accommodated families bombed out of the East EndWe werent supposed to mix with the children.

Until the early s, rationing and power cuts were facts of everyday life, and even middle- and upper-class families like the Dennys and Whittakers didnt have televisions or refrigerators until nearly the end of the decade. Friday When First Into This Country - Fairport* - Gottle OGeer (CD was reserved for the wireless, and Winnie remembers her family enjoying comedies like Round the Horne.

Children would play games on Wimbledon Common, a short walk from Sandys house on! The little girl was at the top of a lamppost, with other children circling below her in awe. Sandy had climbed the post to gain her friends attention and admiration. Sandy was a healthy, happy child with a headful of wayward golden curls.

In all the ways that David was orderly, neat, and sedate, Sandy was willful, erratic, and driven by impulse. Brother and sister adored each other. It was always Davidandsandyall one word, says Sandys cousin Hilary. That was how they were always referred to, because they were so close together in age, but they were also very close anyway. Easter marked the beginning of an era for Hilary: the city cousins, David and Sandy, came to visit her house near Liverpool.

Sandy and Hilary were two months apart in age, and Sandys yearly visits became a memorable part of Hilarys childhood. The Dennys would come up from London for Easter, and often theyd leave the children in Liverpool for the rest of the three-week school recess. David and Sandy, when they arrived, would bring a lot of life into the house for a couple of weeks, Hilary recalls. They used to do things that my mother found endearing when they did thembut dont you lot try it!

The Denny kids, with Sandy in the lead, would bounce on the beds and instigate pillow fights that filled the air with feathers. Hilary would ride her bike around; Sandy would organize major, high-speed bicycle races. Hilary and her older sister and younger brother would engage in mildly festive Easter egg hunts; David and Sandy were always trying to search out the Easter eggs before you were supposed to get them. During one visit, Edna cleared all of the furniture to the sides of the room, gestured at the children, and declared, Oh, now they can do a little show for us!

Hilary, quaking in stage fright, watched her cousin rise to the occasion. Sandy raided her aunt Irenes wardrobe of dress-up clothes, strode into the makeshift amphitheatre, and did a party piece. Auntie Edna was saying to me, Come on, come on, and my mother was saying I dont think she wants to, and Edna was saying Nonsense! A child of that age should be doing this sort of thing.

I have no idea what I did in the end. Hilarys sister recalls that Sandy had a lovely little singing voice and was always singing around the house, but Hilary doesnt remember this.

She does know that Sandys parents were proud enough of their daughters musical skill to have a recording made of her when she may have been as young as 5. Still, Sandy was less involved in music as a very young child than her future career might suggest. This may have been because of an early analysis by an expert at the Royal College of Music. Neil says Edna took her daughter there for an assessment of her talents. The judgment was A very nice little voice and it could develop very well, but dont let her join the school choir or take part in amateur dramatics.

Let her sing naturally. In addition to her musical skills, Sandy was a bright child in a household that celebrated intelligence and quick-wittedness. However, she was never a model student. Neil Denny traces Sandys academic problems to an incident early in her schooling. Possibly, Sandy was punished for another students bad behavior; she was loyal to her friends and would sometimes claim responsibility for a classmates transgressions.

That day, when 6 oclock came and Sandy was not yet home from school, Edna went to the school to check on her. The teacher had kept her after school; Neil thinks it was to see how the girl would react to the punishment. Ednas reaction was to give the teacher a great dressing down, says Neil. Sandys reaction was deep and extreme: It unhinged her mentally. She never had the same trust in teachers after. Her schoolbooks attest that Sandy was carefree at best, careless at worst.

Her essays show intelligence and the lively wit that later marked her music, but her spelling, grammar, and handwriting are inconsistent. Again and again the red ink of the teacher intones: You must be more careful, Sandy. You must turn in your work on time.

You need to work on your handwriting. If she was hurt by these criticisms, or if she even took them seriously, its never shown in her schoolwork; she was to maintain her breezy contempt for conformity through school and beyond. Sandy used her quick mind and creativity to flout authority. Over the course of a lesson, her teacher would find herself talking about something completely different from the subject she had started with.

Sandy would turn the discussion in whatever direction she pleased, derailing any hope of a lesson plan. Sandy began studying piano when she was about nine. Or perhaps studying isnt the best word. She cheated her music teacher, says Neil, because she had this ear.

When she got a new piece, shed say to the teacher, Would you play it over for me? And shed play it over, and Sandy would reproduce that for her in a week! At the next lesson, Neil says, Sandy duly produced the deliberate mistakes! She then found out that Sandy wasnt reading music. One of its segments, which aired on Wednesdays, was Flowerpot Men. Sandy was a bit older than the series target audience, but she was familiar with the show. Neil thinks of her now in the guise of Little Weed, the character who came up between Bill and Ben, the Flowerpot Men of the title, crooning Weeeeeed!

In the series, Little Weed always popped up at just the right moment to sort things out. Sandy would do this, insinuate herself among the neighbors, her blonde head like the top of a dandelion. I interviewed Neil Denny two days before his 86 th birthday. The man who once sang Gilbert and Sullivan operettas beginning to end now wanders through conversations about the past in which years and characters are shuffled like a deck of cards.

He reminds the listener that his memory is failing him, but his politeness never fails. Something, perhaps the tragedies that befell him two decades ago, has left his voice with a tone of wonder, as if he cant always believe what hes saying. His affection for his daughter is genuine, but its been molded and veneered over the years, at least for the many who have overwhelmed him with questions about Sandy.

He will give a certain amount, but no more; his dignity outweighs his pathos. She had, says Neil of his daughter, the most extraordinary ideas. She also had extraordinary passions. When she was 12 years old, Sandy accompanied a group of other children on an educational cruise around the Mediterranean. Upon the return to England, the ship docked in Liverpool. A yellow flag had gone up, signaling that there was some sort of infectious disease on board.

Fortunately, Edna was able to arrange with her sisters family outside Liverpool to meet Sandy at the ship. She didnt want her daughter taking the train to London with the other students, for fear that she might catch whatever illness When First Into This Country - Fairport* - Gottle OGeer (CD rerouted the ship. Hilarys father was dispatched to pick her up for the weekend. When Les Jones stopped the car at the front of his house, a bundle of tears and curls emerged, flew up the pathway, and flung herself into her aunts arms.

Her sobs were so intense that she was unintelligible but for Auntie Irene! Auntie Irene! Les shrugged. I dunno. She got off the ship like this. Horrible thoughts went through Irenes mind, thoughts of the dangers that could befall a young girl away from her parents in an exotic locale.

Eventually she got Sandy calmed enough to When First Into This Country - Fairport* - Gottle OGeer (CD a few more words: Hes dead! In violation of rules, Sandy had smuggled a transistor radio, that contraband item of s youth, aboard the ship, and shed heard the news about a plane crash in the United States.

Hes dead! Buddy Hollys dead! Sandy informed her relieved, if exasperated, relatives that she had to return home immediately.

To spend even a moment in the company of those who were not as bereaved as herself was intolerable. She was a drama queen, says Hilary. But the drama was often very real to her: She was so full of life that everything was bigger than life. Ive never met anyone like her since. I have stories that sound so chocolate-boxy that they couldnt be true. But they are! Thats the whole point. Sandy could be drama- queenish sometimes, but underlying it all was this kindness.

Sandys creativity, single-mindedness, and romanticism coalesced in one incident from when she was about 8. She was at the end of an Easter visit to cousin Hilarys family. Just before her parents were to arrive, she asked Aunt Irene if she could go outside for a little while. Dont be long, said Aunt Irene. Your mother will be here soon. Not long after her parents arrived, Sandy returned. Her arms were so full that they stuck straight out from her sides.

She held dozens, maybe hundreds, of daffodils. Her mother asked, Sandy? What have you got there? Sandy said, Oh, theyre for you. Did you buy those? No no no, Sandy protested. I picked them for you! Hilary could see the thoughts on her aunts facepicturing every house within 5 square miles being raided by this child.

Edna said gently, Im very sorry, Sandy, but youre going to have to take them back to every person you got them from and apologize. No, I cant put them back! Sandy protested. Theyll die! No, I picked them from the field. Irene explained that the flowers had been grown for bulbs. What Sandy had noticed, and Edna hadnt, were several fields of daffodils behind a hedgerow, not far from the house. As soon as the flowers bloomed, the field filled up with women who snapped off the heads of the flowers.

Sandy had peeked through the hedges and plotted her surprise. The other thing Edna didnt know was that Irene had been reading Wordsworth aloud to the children. Sandy said, Mummy, I got them for you, I knew that you had to have them, because this is your host of golden daffodils. Hilary says now, Other people would have admired the daffodils, other people might have taken one or two, but Sandy linked it with this poem and had to have a host of golden daffodils for her mother.

What was there to do? The family gathered all the wet newspaper they could find and piled the Denny car full of flowers. The autumn after Sandys death, Neil and Edna planted several hundred daffodils near their house in Cornwall, where the flowers were left to naturalize. I wondered, Hilary reflects, if she remembered what Sandy had done as a child.

We were right on the sea, she explained to interviewer Myron Bretholz in Down to the bottom of the garden and over a field and there it was. So I suppose it must have stuck. Sandy must have noted not only the waters beauty, but also its contradictory images. It can be drops and puddles or a single entity. It simultaneously represents peace and force. Its a spawning place and a cemetery. The quick-minded girl saw her own restless spirit reflected in the sea.

Her visits with Hilary and family in Liverpool and Album) took her to beaches and over the water, including the famous ferry across the Mersey. It was a quite substantial boat, Hilary recalls, with two or three decks. We always took the shorter route, which was about 15 or 20 minutesmaybe longer by the time theyd get everybody on and off. And then we would walk a couple of miles to a place called New Brighton.

The main reason was to walk alongside the river, which had a sort of promenade. Wed walk all along there, wed get our ice cream, and sometimes wed go to a big open-air swimming pool that was there. And then play on this little beach that they had. Sandy, never a sturdy traveler, had several bouts with motion sickness on the double-decker buses in Liverpool. Llangranog was, and still is, a seaside village consisting of cliffs and coves. Paths had been built along the cliffs that made them safe to travel, and people would walk along from one cove to the next.

Occasionally, a daytripper lacking common sense would try to take a different path. One summer day, a boy of about 14 had decided to take a different route down the cliff and had become stuck. His cries alerted the town, which tried to muster its volunteer rescue team.

For some reason, few of the local rescuers were available. The boy was very frightened, and it was feared that hed lose his foothold. A young man called Brian decided to try a rescue on his own. Brian took a rope down the cliff.

When he reached the boy, he attempted to tie the rope around him. In the process, the boy, who was fairly large for his age, panicked, and in his panic, he pushed his rescuer. Brian flew off the cliff and landed on his back on the sand below. The beach frolickers were shocked. Among those who saw the calamity and rushed to the scene were Hilary and Sandy, both about All were upset, but Sandy seemed more upset than anyone. It wasnt that she knew Brian particularly well, Hilary recalls. Shed been in the village for less than a week that year, and shed seen him around.

He had landed with his back on a rock and was seriously injured. Sandy talked to him, attempting to reassure him. Fortunately, the ambulance arrived quickly, having been called in case the stranded boy needed it.

His fate has been lost in the more dramatic story of his rescuers accident. Sandy pleaded to be allowed to go in the ambulance with Brian. When the drivers refused and headed off to the hospital, Sandy found someone in the crowd who was willing to follow the ambulance.

Off they went in pursuit. She went to the hospital, checked that he was OK, and came back, says Hilary. He had to be transferred to a university hospital which was some distance away. After that, I think she went once more to see him with some flowers. And she wrote to him for months afterwards and sent him little cards and poems and flowers, to keep his spirits up. She kept in contact with him most of that winter. The following summer, Sandys last full summer in Llangranog, Brian was there for a few days.

He took off his shirt and showed Sandy and Hilary the deep scar in his back from the rock. He drove Sandy back to London so that he could meet David and Edna and Neil to thank them for their concern; many of the gifts that Sandy had sent had come from them. She didnt drop people, says Hilary. She always went one step further. When things were terrible, she wanted to make them better. She was always very kind. She might do something a bit madcaplike grabbing a person and saying Follow that ambulance!

And there wasnt necessarily anything in it for her. Hilarys brother-in-law was a jazz musician. He once took Hilary and Sandy, then in their early teens, to what he said was a jazz club it was really just a place where the band practiced. Years later, Hilary says, the people there remembered Sandy from this one visit. She talked with them about music and seemed very interested in what they did.

Although she never knew her grandmother Mary Maclean, who sang Celtic folk songs, something of her spirit seemed to have been passed along to Sandy, who, as she grew into her teens, became more obviously musical.

Hilarys family once took Sandy along to visit distant relatives in a gloomy household that seemed stuck in some long-ago time. The fathers ship had been torpedoed in the war, and he was an invalid. The son, who was in his mid-twenties, never spoke to anyone except to mutter in Welsh to his parents. He was a church organist, and the parlor of the house was dominated by an!

The house was silent, and on visits the Jones family sat on the edges of the chairs, desperately trying to make polite conversation. On this visit, when Sandy came, things were very different. Sandy raved over the organ and asked the young man to show her how to play it. Within minutes, the house rang with music and laughter.

Hilary cant remember what music Sandy played, but she does know that that sort of music had never been played on this organ before. The best grade in Sandys fourth-form English workbook is for an essay called Empty Houses. In the first sentence, Sandy, then in her mid-teens, avers: If I saw an empty house as I was scurrying down a dark and ill-lit lane, my first reaction would be to break into a sprint until there was no trace of it in view.

She ponders why a dark house on a dark night is so terrifying. The next paragraph begins: A house which is empty does not frighten anyone in the daytime, at least nobody passing by outside.

What follows is a catalog of the imaginings of someone inside an empty house by day: Strangers under the beds, dead bodies in the cupboards, snakes behind the door, and murderers crouched behind every chair and table. She goes on to imagine a Martian behind the French doors and a spider the size of a television set creeping downstairs.

I find all this disappears at night time when the lights go on, she observes, even when I am alone. Its darkness that frightens, she goes on to say, as well as solitude. Loneliness makes things worse. And she knows that there is no need to be frightened of empty houses, for they once knew the joy of being lived in.

They hold no vices except for that scurrying passer by with the vivid imagination. Thats me. At the back of the workbook, after many empty pages, Sandy has written two quotations, probably as meditations for herself: Speech is silver, silence is golden. Nothing is bad but thinking makes it so. She wore the uniform of a different school. Winnie attended the Ursuline Convent; this girls clothing identified her as a student at Coombe Girls School.

Hello, said the girl. Im Sandy. Youre Winnie, arent you? Yes, Winnie replied, rather suspiciously. Have you got a friend called Mary? Mary OKeefe. Shes one of my best friends. Is she going out with this chap Edward? Yeah, replied Winnie, still wondering where this was headed. Shes in love with him. Oh, dear. Sandy shook her head. You see, my friend Myrtle is going out with the same chap.

Winnie was dubious about this moniker. Myrtle who? Sandy drew out the name. Myrtle Snodgrass. Sandy, I dont believe you. No one is called Myrtle Snodgrass. Winnie never found out whether there was, indeed, a Myrtle Snodgrass. She began spending more and more time with Myrtles friend Sandy Denny. Not much later, she met Sandy coming out of someones gate, waving in another direction. Who was that? Winnie asked Sandy. Oh, that was Myrtle, Sandy replied.

A couple of weeks later, when Sandy mentioned Myrtle and her love triangle once more, she said, I think theyre both wasting their time, arent they? Yes, said Winnie. I suppose youre right. Sandy and Winnie forged a friendship that endured for the rest of Sandys life.

Everyone from Sandys early days as a musician remembers Wimbledon Winnie. Ralph McTell, as much a fixture on the folk scene as his song Streets of London, recalls that she was very pretty in a kind of Thirties way. She seemed to be in Sandys shadow, perhaps voluntarily so. Early in my research, when I was trying to find out her last name, one of my interviewees deadpanned, I dont think she had one.

Edna looked at her daughters board. It was an art school project on colors and textures. Sandy was busily affixing pieces of purple carpet to an already chaotic collection of bright bits. Edna moved on to Winnies board. Winnie was studying her fathers business, training to become a quantities surveyor. In the middle of her board was a brick, three times life size, in glorious architectural perspective.

Winnie pored over it with tools. Edna observed, Well well well, so were really going up in the world, arent we? Youre doing something from a 5-year-olds class and Winnies got a brick! She could be withering, Edna Denny. She was a proud woman with no fear of voicing her opinions. In many ways, she was Sandy without the sunshine.

Friends of Sandy say the two were sometimes competitive. But they also say that Edna was proud of Sandy. Dont you think my daughter looks smart today? Edna would ask Winnie. Dont you think shes clever? The Dennys coped well with Winnie and Sandys favorite teenage recreation: taking the bus to Kingston to visit the Barge folk club. Neil was enlisted to pick them up when they missed the buswhich, of course, they began missing more often than not when they found he would come and get them. Trips to the Barge were an adventure for a couple of suburban girls with a yen for the wild side of life.

Winnie remembers the club, a real barge on the Kingston part of the Thames, as a dark and dull place, all heavy beams and candles. The owner was Theo Johnson. Theo was an impresario, with a particular interest in pretty girl singers. Sandy and Winnie would sneak off to a nearby pub for stronger drinks than they could get at the Barge. They were underage, so they had to be careful. It was at this pub that Sandy became involved with an older, married man named Michael.

Winnie remembers him as lean, blonde, and sallow. He would take us to the local pub and pour gin down us. It wasnt a sexual relationship, but it became serious, and Sandy decided to break it off. She told Winnie, You have to think about itdo you want to break up a mans marriage? Sandy remained close to her brother David, although their paths were diverging. An excellent student, he enrolled in nearby Kings College, where he immersed!

Winnie, who admired the handsome boy, recalls the occasional gathering the young people attended together. Winnie and Sandy aspired to something more than the interests of the in crowd. The girls were both interested in music; Winnie recalls that by the time she met Sandy, I was already starting to think that Dylan was a bit old hat because everyone else in the class was starting to like him. Winnie and Sandys brothers had guitarswhose brother didnt, back then?

David had taken piano lessons. He was a very mathematical man, his father says, and the principle of playing was all mathematics. At heart, he was no musician. When he went to Kings College, he needed a Latin coach. But his sister continued to play, and she played his guitar, and he encouraged her pursuits. Something was happening to the girls, a change that grew out of their adolescent need to get out from under their parents authority.

At first they enjoyed the flirtations, the surreptitious tastes of strong drink, the secondhand sense of artistic rebellion. At folk clubs, the lines between performer and audience could be blurred.

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