Many things have led me to books over the years, but I think this is the first time that a portrait has inspired me to seek out the work of an author.
I knew nothing of Ursula Bloom, save that her name rang a very distant bell. But she was sitting by the sea, holding a book. And there was something in her expression that spoke to me.
Google searches told me a little. That she was a vicar’s daughter. That she had been a hugely, hugely prolific author. That she had started writing at the age of seven. That she had been encouraged by a family friend: Marie Corelli …. but I could find nothing about those books.
Next I turned to the library catalogue, and I found that somebody had considered her significant enough to put a number of books into reserve stock. One title caught my eye: Down to the Sea in Ships.
I placed an order and a little green book, looking more like a notebook than a literary work arrived. When I looked inside I found that it was a memoir of Ursula Bloom’s years as a naval wife.
It began as crowds gathered in Trafalgar Square to give thanks for the end of the Great War. The war to end all wars, they thought.
Ursula had become a bride in 1916 and a widow in 1916, but she knew that she was luckier than most. She shared a house in Frinton-on-Sea with her brother and she had already had three novels published.
She was ready for the future and she loved it. Trading in her corsets for cami-knickers! Learning the tango! Going to the cinema to see Rudolph Valentino! And, most daring, most exciting of all, she had her long hair cut and shingled!
And then she fell in love.
Friends took her to a party on board a naval ship, and that was where she met her Robbie – Paymaster Charles Gower Robinson. They fell in love and were quick to marry, as he had to leave for a tour of duty in the Mediterranean.
Ursula – madly in love and, I had realised by now, romantic to the core – decided that she would follow. She left her son with her brother and set off for Gibraltar. She hadn’t travelled before, and the journey wasn’t easy, but a mixture of good sense, charm and luck got her there.
Only to find that the ship was to move on. Again and again. She learned on her feet and soon became an experienced traveller, thrilled to see the world and thrilled to be able to see it with her husband.
They had wonderful times together. Carving their initials together. Watching the world go by. Whispering at dull functions. Seeing so many wonderful sights.
At first Ursula was so focused on her travels that she barely took in the world around her, but she learned quickly and found time to appreciate the journey. She found France a little disappointing, but she loved Rome, and she was fascinated by Greece. Her son joined her as soon as he was old enough and they had a lovely time together.
A trip home at the end of the tour made her wonder if it was time to settle down. But as soon as her husband’s ship came in to port she knew she had to follow again. She was a member of the Senior Service, after all!
I liked Ursula Bloom from the start. She was warm, she was practical, she was romantic, and she told her story simply, clearly, very well.
It was a little like hearing a story from a friend of my mother. She held a certain amount back but she told more than enough for me to understand everything that I needed to know.
A few details maybe slipped her mind, as this memoir was written many years later and published in 1958. That didn’t matter too much because her positive nature, her sense of adventure and her love for her husband were still tangible.
The book is dedicated to her Robbie, with much love.
She’s not a great writer, but she is a very capable one, and I am very pleased that we met.
Oh, this is the kind of thing that I would do…sometimes the very best way to find a book, even if the book isn’t the best!
I love the way you tell your stories!! Being inspired by the painting is so awesome and I’m glad that it led you to the little green book. She sounds like a person I would like to spend a little time with just to hear her story.
What a lovely little journey you take us through with this book’s author. How fun to find a portrait of her and then follow it through. Thank you for sharing this review. I really enjoyed it. Pam
I met her unawares, after reading two books by Mary Essex – and then discovering that they Essex and Bloom were one and the same! She was astonishingly prolific – in the many hundreds, I think – but I thought the two books I read rather funny and fairly good.
Hi. So where did you come across the painting? Sounds very interesting! Will have to see if my library can source it!!!
The picture is enchanting. And the book sounds like just my cup of tea. How lucky the one you got your hands on was her memoir.
I used to read her a lot, many years ago (my library must have had lots of copies back then) but I’m sorry to say I can’t remember a single one. I must have enjoyed her though, since I kept going back for more.
Thanks for bringing her to my attention again.
Ooops. I find it was Ursula Curtiss, mystery writer, I used to read. Not Bloom. But I remember the name. And I still want to read the memoir.
The portrait is rather lovely, and this expression on her face… what is she thinking of? Of destinations far way, traveling with her loved one? The memoir sounds enchanting, even if it does not capture Ms. Bloom’s life as accurately as it could have done.
I agree, that’s a wonderful portrait. And what a coincidence that in reading your review I find the name Marie Corelli…because I just picked up one of her books at the library! Isn’t it funny how you can go your whole life without hearing a name (or at least not knowing you’ve heard it), and then suddenly you “hear” it twice in one day! Serendipity, or divine literary intervention?? This is the question!!