https://d1y502jg6fpugt.cloudfront.net/43314/archive/files/5bd74b94389b1d86847629df356875c9.jpg?Expires=1784764800&Signature=suBGr1x7Zp31eiFm03wsNSmqfUr9Mh-1hagoTnHVUbdKJ3jAI77pulwwpzJFrTfp6dHH%7EPuPIaetyuGhfUAsHX4EbWSe1w2-O2b7xEUcQiBBIpiHN-EjUw-VyykjKE1UsuJZeZfg1KweAQLpYjZVLsELFtSHhKFBAcoP7itoc7vdA2JlBUS3P0kjZyrifYcE%7EnnIZGb9T9VyqJ7w7EqN1BlR5EPx%7EREf23Ym346VPYQLQxdQiHe5kqd%7E%7Ec7h8HtNNYBHCS8gDVs0AaD%7E1yYdRXu4LMwZOvIh-szWuMdBb8OBdkOAiivwyXZQsHwisq6uVzDRC5mUcP35H2hv-5aomA__&Key-Pair-Id=K6UGZS9ZTDSZM 1e1f7134e95d248a152ba073fbc8f400 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Interesting Local Individuals Description An account of the resource In the history of any community, certain characters come to stand out and Oakridge is no exception. Some of the people who have been influential in various ways such as William Rothenstein and his extended group of literary and artistic friends are featured in the Arts and Crafts Movement Collection. A selection of people, some born here but moved on, some born and stayed and other 'in-comers' are featured here. Some affected the village directly, others made significant contributions to music, politics, business the army and more, both nationally and internationally. We are quite certain that there are many more 'Intersting Individuals' that have not yet been featured in this Collection - if you would like to suggest additions, even yourself, please do so! Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource John Drinkwater, poet and playwright Description An account of the resource John Drinkwater the poet and playright, introduced to Oakridge by William Rothenstein, so loved the setting that he stayed at Winson Cottage for a year! The image is a painting of John Drinkwater by William Rothenstein. Drinkwater was attracted by the landscape. He wrote 'The Cotswold country is, as I think, the most beautiful in England. There is no more tender or subtle landscape on earth.' He loved the old stone cottages, admiring 'an architecture that has never lost its vitality'. Around him in Oakridge were craftsmen, thatchers, tilers, carpenters and stonemasons, still working in the traditional way, using skills handed down through countless generations. The local people inspired Drinkwater to write a small book, Cotswold Characters, which contains a series of portraits of craftsmen, clearly local, though Drinkwater disguises their identity. Not all poets appreciated the Oakridge setting, Yeats was renowned for 'walking along staring at the ground' and a pair of poems, the original by John Drinkwater and its parody written by Max Beerbohm, also illustrate differing attitudes to life in Far Oakridge where both lived for a period in 1917. Cottage Song by John Drinkwater Far Oakridge, Summer 1917 Morning and night l bring Clear water from the spring And through the lyric noon l hear the larks in tune. And when the shadows fall There's providence for all. My garden is alight With currants red and white. And my blue curtians peep On starry courses deep. While down her silver tides The moon on Cotswold rides. My path of paven grey Is thoroughfare all day For fellowship, till time Bids us with candles climb The little whitewashed stair Above my lavender. Same Cottage - but Another Song, of Another Season, for JD from M.B., August 4, 1917 with 1,000,000 apologies for this wicked echo of so lovely a poem. Morning and night I found White snow upon the ground, And on the tragic well Grey ice had cast her spell. A dearth of wood and coal Lay heavy on my soul. My garden was a scene Of weeds and nettles green, My window-panes had holes Through which, all night, lost souls Peered from the desert road, And starved cocks faintly crowed. My path of cinders black Had an abundant lack Of visitors, till time Bade us with boxes climb The train that hurries on To old warm Paddington