Edward Bulwer Lytton Dickens |
Charles Dickens had quite a few children, the youngest being Edward Bulwer Lytton Dickens and for some reason he was nicknamed "Plorn." From the brief research I did, Plorn was spoiled and wasn't really very good at anything and failed to impress his father, which was a concern to Charles as it was suspected that Plorn was his favorite child, hence the fact that he was so spoiled. "A shy boy with no idea of what he wanted to do in life, he had been taken out of school at fifteen and was sent to an agricultural college in Cirencester." As pointed out by Claire Tomalin, the author of Dickens: A Life(2011).
Around that time Plorn's older brother Alfred had been living in New South Wales Australia and owned or ran a sheep station. Charles decided to send Plorn here and wrote Alfred asking if he would take care of him, with hopes that maybe Plorn would become something impressive.
From the time Plorn arrived in Australia until his death, his life was filled with business failures and gambling losses. He did hold public office for a brief time as a member of the State Legislature, but was quickly overtaken by a member of the Labor Party. At one point, Plorn borrowed 800 pounds from his brother Harry and for eighteen years he never made any attempt at paying the debt. Just in case you were wondering, 800 Pounds in 1880 would have been worth roughly 40,000 pounds today, which is about 60,000 US Dollars. Some historians expect that Plorn gambled the money away with hopes of bolstering up his failing business dealings.
In the end, Edward Bulwer Lytton Dickens died with nothing, no money, no children, no property, and was buried right here in Moree, New South Wales.
Another Interesting thing about this town is the Natural Artisan Hot springs. Artisan means that the water from the ground comes to the surface naturally without needing to be manually pumped. Over the years Moree has been famous for these hot tubs, and people come from all over because they think the water will heal them from something. Usually when my roommate and I go it is early in the morning and the pool is filled with old, fat, deteriorating Serbians, but the pool is still hot and relaxing.
Aisling and Me at the Moree Artisan Hot Pool |
I love reading your blog posts....
ReplyDeleteSeriously - you are a fabulous writer!
Funny Reed...as you were posting this blog I was in Saint Nicholas Irish Church Galway Ireland reading all the epitaphs of people long gone who are buried in the cemetary outside the old church and elsewhere...some dating back to the 1600's. Lady Eyre was one of the oldest and her husband wrote some wonderful things about her love, charity, being a wonderful mother and generous to the poor. In another corner of the church are these four sided stones with names and histories of men from Galway who had fallen in battles in far off lands. These Galway solders died all over Europe and parts of Africa. Later on during the day I was singing 'Where Have All The Flowers Gone' on Quay Street in front of and to one side of the Quay Pub here in Galway....'Where have all the solders gone...long time passing...gone to graveyards everyone...when will they ever learn, O when will they ever learn. I love Galway.
ReplyDeleteNice blog Reed. I'm proud of you and love you very much.
Dad
Good write up Reed!
ReplyDeleteHey Reed! Looks like you have adapted well to Aussie life! Things are the same here! Enjoy your time!
ReplyDelete