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Fred
Archer
as a young man.
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How
does a man born to the land, on a farm in 1915 in the Vale of Evesham,
become a celebrated chronicler of life in rural England?
A
Tale Well Told
For Fred Archer it was partly chance. Partly the love of a true
tale well-told. And partly the sheer stubbornness of a farmer who
spent a lifetime facing the harsh winds of country life - and the
changes they brought as the shire horse gave way to the Fordson
tractor, then the combine harvester.
Picture
a nervous farmer, already half a century on the land, asked by his
local Guild to "give a talk" as a replacement speaker.
Embarrassed, but undeterred, Fred wrote a humorous story and read
it out - word for word. The laughter and applause of his friends
and neighbours were like water to a seed.
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So,
Fred sat down at the kitchen table of Stanley Farm, Ashton-under-Hill
and wrote a book. His wife Joyce and daughters Shelagh and June listened
as he read it out loud, chapter by chapter. Then Joyce typed it up
and they sent it to Hodder and Stoughton publishers in London. It
was 1967 and Fred's first book, The Distant Scene, was published. |
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A
book a year...
Over the next three decades, Fred wrote almost a book a year, eventually
settling with local publishers Sutton. Within his pages are fun
and folly, the blue skies of hope and storm clouds of war, cider
and village sweethearts, and characters so real that even an Archer
pseudonym didn't always disguise their origin.
The
widow of one rather colourful local gentleman once remarked, "Everything
Fred Archer wrote about my husband was absolutely true."
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"Everything
Fred Archer wrote about my husband was absolutely true."
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Success
brought acclaim from authors like Auberon Waugh, Bernard Miles, Ronald
Blythe and Laurie Lee, who all admired Fred's ability to describe
country doings, sayings and thought. It also put him high in the league
of titles borrowed from public libraries - a good yardstick of popularity. |
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The
television cameras loved him too, especially when he demonstrated
his one man revival of rural traditions like "singing the pig"
and "shin-kicking" as a participant sport.
Because
Fred wrote about the places and people he loved most - his books
always bore them the respect he knew they deserved.
For
proof, look no further than his own words
"I
felt it would be such a pity if, when these characters died, their
sayings, customs, ways of life, how they dressed, should vanish
with them."
Thanks
to Fred Archer's powers of observation and memory, and above all
his truthful turn of phrase, they never will.
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