The Sunday Show – A funny thing happened to me with author Judith Barrow

It is my pleasure to interview an author, poet and blogger that I connected with a few months ago. She is very generous with her support of other authors and bloggers you will find a great many interesting posts on her blogs. Meet Judith Barrow and enjoy the wonderful scenery of her adopted home and her books and blog.

Author Judith Barrow

Judith Barrow was originally from Saddleworth, near Oldham, and has lived in Pembrokeshire, Wales, for thirty four years. She has BA (Hons) in Literature with the Open University, a Diploma in Drama from Swansea University and a MA in Creative Writing with Trinity College, Carmarthen. She has had short stories, poems, plays, reviews and articles published throughout the British Isles, notably in several Honno anthologies. Her play, It’s Friday so it must be Fish was performed at the Dylan Thomas Centre in Swansea. A short film was made of her play, My Little Philly, and toured the Indie Festival. She is also a Creative Writing tutor and run workshops on all genres.

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Judith has published three books. One of which, Pattern of Shadows was featured in the Five Star Treatment series.

Judith drew on her home town’s history for inspiration for the story. She had researched Glen Mill one of the disused cotton mills in Oldham close to wear she lived in Saddleworth. It was the first German POW camp in the country and during Judith’s research it sparked memories of her childhood.

‘My mother was a winder in a cotton mill and, well before the days of Health and Safety, I would go to wait for her to finish work on my way home from school.

I remember the muffled boom and then the sudden clatter of so many different machines as I stepped through the small door, the sound of women singing and shouting above the noise, the colours of the cotton and cloth – so bright and intricate.

Above all I remember the smell: of oil, grease – and in the storage area. The lovely smell of the new material stored in bales.

When I thought about Glen Mill I wondered what life would have been like for all those men imprisoned there. I realised how different their days must have been from my memories of a mill and I knew I wanted to write about that.

So started 18 months of research’

About the book.

Mary is a nursing sister at a Lancashire prison camp for the housing and treatment of German POWs. Life at work is difficult but fulfilling; life at home a constant round of arguments – often prompted by her fly-by-night sister, Ellen, the apple of her short-tempered father’s eye. Then Frank turns up at the house one night- a guard at the camp, he’s been watching Mary for weeks – and won’t leave until she agrees to walk out with him.

Frank Shuttleworth is a difficult man to love and it’s not long before Mary gives him his marching orders. But Shuttleworth won’t take no for an answer and the gossips are eager for their next victim, for the least hint of fraternizing with the enemy.

Now, not only Mary’s happiness but her very life is threatened by the most dangerous of wartime secrets;

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The sequel to this book was Changing Patterns and takes Mary’s story into the 50s.

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In May 1950, Britain is struggling with the hardships of rationing and the aftermath of the Second World War. Peter Schormann, a German ex-prisoner of war, has left his home country to be with Mary Howarth, matron of a small hospital in Wales. The two met when Mary was a nurse at the POW camp hospital. They intend to marry, but the memory of Frank Shuttleworth, an ex-boyfriend of Mary’s, continues to haunt them and there are many obstacles in the way of their happiness, not the least of which is Mary’s troubled family. When tragedy strikes, Mary hopes it will unite her siblings, but it is only when a child disappears that the whole family pulls together to save one of their own from a common enemy.

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Judith’s latest book is Silent Trauma and she writes this about the book.

‘My latest book, my first eBook, is Silent Trauma. Silent Trauma is the result of years of research, and the need to tell the story in a way that readers will engage with the truth behind the drug Stilboestrol. So I had the idea of intertwining this main theme around and through the lives of four fictional characters, four women, all affected throughout their lives by the damage the drug has done to them. Their stories underpin all the harm the drug has done to so many women all over the world. The story is fictional, the facts are real.

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In 2008 Judith’s short story Whose House Is This? was published in the Honno Anthology Coming Up Roses, a fiction anthology from Welsh women writing about gardens: what they mean to them, what happens in them and where they take them…

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You will find a variety of topics covered on Judith’s blog writing, health, interviews with authors and if you have not yet discovered her posts then do please pop over and follow her. http://www.judithbarrowblog.com

Now to meet Judith in person and find out a little more detail about her various books and projects.

I moved to north Wales to the Snowdonia National Park in 1979 from the south coast of England and whilst everyone was so friendly and welcoming it took me a while to get used to some aspects of living in Wales.

You swapped the majesty of the Pennines in Saddleworth near Oldham for Pembrokeshire with its amazing coastline at about the same time. What if any were the differences in culture or lifestyle that you encountered initially and now when you return to Oldham which do you consider home?

We found Pembrokeshire by accident. With three children under five, an old cottage half renovated in a village in Saddleworth at the base of the Pennines, and a small business that took off more successfully than we could ever hope for, and now threatened to spin out of control, we decided to get off the treadmill. At least for a fortnight.

Pre children, cottage and business, we holidayed in Cornwall. Too far with three children and an unreliable converted van, we decided. ‘I’ve heard West Wales has wonderful beaches,’ I said.

I borrowed books on Pembrokeshire from the library. Balancing one-year-old twins on each knee, I read as much as I could about the county. It sounded just the place to take children for a holiday. ‘At least it’s not as far as Cornwall,’ I said, packing the van to the hilt with everything the children would need – and remembering at the last minute to throw in changes of clothes etc. for their parents.

It took ten hours. In 1978 there was no easy route from the North of England to West Wales. We meandered through small lanes, stopping for such emergencies as feeding the twins, picnics, lavatory stops. The closer we were to our destination the more we were stuck in traffic jams (which had no obvious reason for being traffic jams whenever we got to the front of the queue) with three ever-increasing fractious children. We got lost. Numerous times.

We arrived at the caravan site in the middle of the night and were relieved to find the key in the door. The owner, a farmer, had given up and gone home.

I woke early. Leaving David in charge of our exhausted and, thankfully, still sleeping family, I crept out. The sun was already warm; a soft breeze barely moved the leaves on the oak tree nearby. Skylarks flittered and swooped overhead, calling to one another. The caravan was one of four in the farmer’s field. We were the only people there. It was so quiet, so peaceful. I walked along a small path. Within minutes I was faced with a panorama of sea.

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It seemed so still from the top of the cliff, but the water, blended turquoise and dark blue with unseen currents, the horizon was a silvery line. Faint voices from two small fishing boats carried on the air. The sandstone cliffs curved round in a natural cove. Jagged rocks, surrounded by white ripples of water, jutted up towards the sky. I fell in love with Pembrokeshire.

moors with housesI’d always liked living so close to the Pennines. The moors, crisscrossed by ancient stone walls, were glorious with wild rhododendrons in summer, heather in the autumn. Even when brooding under swathes of drifting mist or white- over with snow, I was happy there.

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But Pembrokeshire has a powerful glory of its own.

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Within months we’d thrown caution, and our past lives, to the wind and, that November, moved to a house that was half-built in an acre of land. Much to the consternation of the family, who truly believed we were mad and, as far as they were concerned, were moving to the ends of the earth.

It took a long time to get the house and garden right and a while to get used to the massive changes in our lives. But having the children helped; we became involved in local activities and people in the area accepted us (once they could understand our Northern accents!) We have made many friends here.

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All in all, it’s been one of the best decisions of our lives. We called our house ‘Saddleworth House, so we still have a reminder of our roots. But Pembrokeshire is our home.

In one of your interviews you mentioned that you had kept a diary of your experience with mainstream publishing which must have been very frustrating. Perhaps you could share some key points that you learned from the experience and some words of advice for those thinking of going that route?

It took me a while to get where I am today, being published with a small independent publishers. Honno is a Welsh based women’s publisher. I’ve been with them for nearly ten years, first publishing in their anthologies and then with my own novels. It was a conscious choice in the end, after a disastrous period of time with an agent.

It’s a long tedious story, which, to anyone else, would be boring. The long and short of it (oh dear a cliché – I teach creative writing and one of my pet ‘no-no’s with my students is clichés – I add this in case they’re reading the post here) was that she suggested the manuscript went to a commercial editor. With me paying! Being gullible, I did. It came back completely different; not my book at all. I have nothing against chick-lit; my friend writes brilliantly in that genre, but it’s not my style. The agent wouldn’t listen – I sacked her.

To my mind, you only have one first book, you’ll never have another ‘first’ – so it must be the best writing you can do. And you have to be true to yourself.

It was only months afterwards that I discovered this agent was considered to be a liability in the publishing world, one way and another, (cliché, cliché), so I’d done the right thing by breaking off with her.

To backtrack a little; the day I acquired the agent, I also had acceptance from Honno. They were very gracious about my decision and – when I turned to them later, very gracious in accepting my book. I met with their editor, liked her immediately. I was hooked on the idea of a smaller publisher, so, when, that same week. I was approached by a larger publisher I had no hesitation in turning them down. And I am so glad I did. With a small company you know everyone, get more personal attention and care. And you get to take part in the choice of the covers for the books – and I have to say, I’ve been thrilled with those.

I do have one Indie published book; Silent Trauma. This is a fiction built on fact book. I have a relative affected by a drug that was taken by her mother during pregnancy; Stilboestrol, or Diethylstilbestrol in the US – (DES).Silent Trauma was a difficult book to write. I found myself going through a whole gamut of emotions from day to day.

You were obviously personally affected by the subject matter of  Silent Trauma and perhaps you could summarise your research and the side effects of the drug Stilboestrol DES ((Diethylstilboestrol in the USA) and the impact it has had on so many women’s lives?

In 1938, Stilboestrol (Diethylstilbestrol) was created by Charles Dodds. It was expected that his synthetic oestrogen would help prevent miscarriages. At the time it was not known how dangerous this drug would be to developing foetuses. Years later, he raised concerns about DES but by then very few in the medical field were listening. .In the early 1970’s cases of a rare vaginal/cervical cancer were being diagnosed in young girls. Now researchers are investigating whether DES health issues are extending into the next generation, the so-called DES Grandchildren. As study results come in, there is growing evidence that this group has been adversely impacted by a drug prescribed to their grandmothers. And then, in later life, those women who became pregnant couldn’t carry a baby beyond the first trimester due to a malformation of the uterus – another effect on this drug.

I was lucky to be given permission from the Independent on Sunday newspaper to use an article they had written, about two DES Daughters in the UK, as a Foreword for my book. By combining that and quotes from the DES Daughters I have been in contact with at the beginning of the chapters with the fictional story I hope I have achieved what I set out to do; to bring the information about the drug to the reader and to give them a good story.

The mission of DES Action groups worldwide is to identify, educate, provide support to, and advocate for DES-exposed individuals as well as educate health care professionals. Unfortunately DES Action UK folded due to lack of funds and support but DES Action USA promise to help and advice anyone who contacts them. They have a website: http://www.desaction.org.

And there is also a wonderful DES Daughter in the UK who has a website – http://diethylstilbestrol.co.uk/des-daughters – which is constantly updated with the latest news. She also has a Facebook page which can be found by just typing in DES daughter

In America there is been a huge campaign to prove that some DES daughters who developed breast cancer did so because their mothers were prescribed Diethylstilbestrol The first DES Breast Cancer trial was settled out of court by the drug company after the opening arguments. The company did not have to admit guilt for making and promoting DES as an anti-miscarriage drug that causes breast cancer and the DES Daughters, who accepted the settlement, cannot disclose the amount. But there are many other DES breast cancer lawsuits already filed and waiting in the wings. So, even though there was no actual guilty verdict against the drug company there is still a feeling of satisfaction in the DES community.

I did approach my own publishers. The reasons for the rejections were twofold. One was that ‘they wouldn’t be able to sell “issue –led” novels’. And two, I was told, was the worry of being sued by the drug companies. Which I can understand but, to my mind, if any of them decided to sue, they would be accepting culpability. However just in case any of them are reading this, the house is in my husband’s name only and I have no assets!

The third book of the trilogy – Living under the Shadows – will be published by Honno Press this year. Can you tell us a summary of what this part of Mary’s story will cover?

Living under the Shadows is the last book of the trilogy (although I am now writing the prequel, Foreshadowing; the story of Bill and Winifred, the parents of Mary). Living under the Shadows is the story of the next generation of all the main characters. It still greatly involves Mary but portrays the effect that the actions of Mary and her siblings have on their children.

You took a Diploma in Drama at Swansea University and gone on to write plays that have been performed at the prestigious Dylan Thomas Centre in Swansea and as a short film. Have you other projects in the works and what do you find most fulfilling about this area of writing?

I have written a play based on Silent Trauma, but have yet to do anything with it. I’ve written about a dozen plays, so far, for both stage and radio and done nothing with them. Mainly through lack of time. And I love teaching this genre. I think this might be that, mostly, plays are about dialogue. I love dialogue in all genres; there’s nothing more satisfying than bringing a character to life in the way they speak.

In fact I love writing and can ramble on for ages. I suppose that is why, whatever I write, there is always so much editing to do afterwards.

As my husband so often; I write as much as I talk – too much. As is proved here.

Judith there is not a problem with everything that you have written today because it has been a fascinating look behind the scenes at your life and a very important subject that has impacted many women and their families. Perhaps we could now move onto the opportunity for Judith to do some more storytelling in the central theme of the interview. ‘A funny thing happened to me on the way to……’

A Funny Thing Happened to me on the Way Home….I was waiting to turn left into the lane leading to our house. It was a murky grey afternoon in November, cars swished past on the wet tarmac. All at once the passenger door opened and a small woman slid onto the seat and beamed at me.

‘Thank you. Thought nobody would stop,’ she said. It was her little red wellington boots, her red plastic coat and yellow sou’wester that immediately identified her; I’d seen her often over the years; she was a local eccentric who called herself ‘Mad Madge’. Red wellies in winter, flip flops in summer. Always the sou’wester. Always walking. Always thumbing for a lift.

‘You heading for the village?’ She had a dewdrop balancing precariously on the end of her nose. She waggled her head. The drip flew off onto the dashboard

‘Well no—’ I just stopped myself getting the duster from the door compartment and wiping the offending drop.

‘Me too.’ She looked over her shoulder, ‘There’s a queue behind us, you’d better go.’

And I did. Don’t ask me why. A number of reasons I suppose; I knew that, although she was strange, she was harmless, I didn’t want to tell her I wasn’t offering her a lift (yes, yes, weak but it was raining hard and she was very wet.) And she was smiling and thanking me. Anyway, it was only two miles to the village.

We travelled in silence until …’Stop here a moment.’ She pointed. ‘I need to go in there.’

And, before I could say anything she’d hopped out and gone around the back of a house. .

What to do? She’d left a bag in the car – so she wasn’t going to be long – was she? I waited, listening to the soft swish of the windscreen wipers and the low grumble of the engine. After five minutes I turned the engine off and put the radio on. I waited.   And waited. Then I sounded the horn – twice. Nothing. I got out of the car, carrying the bag. It was still pouring down. I knocked on the door. No answer. I went around to the back. She was sitting at the table having a cup of tea, still in her shiny red coat.

‘You left this,’ I said, holding the bag out.

‘Oh, you didn’t need to bring it in, I’m ready now,’ she said and, jumping up, rushed past me, leaving the door open. I closed it. If I hadn’t I might have beaten her to the car. We both raced along the path (I can still see those little red wellies galloping along in front of me) I’d forgotten to lock the door and she was in. Beaming!

I drove her to the village. She got out of the car without a word but still beaming. I went home.

I’ve seen her since – and kept on driving. I’ve often wondered how many other people she conned like that. Not so Mad Madge, after all. You have to laugh.

My thanks to Judith for such an indepth and wonderful look at her life and work and also thanks for her tireless support for all of the bloggers that she comes into contact with.  A truly delightful person and part of our community.  I hope that you will head over to her blog and social media and follow her.

Buy Judith’s books
Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Judith-Barrow/e/B0043RZJV6
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3295663.Judith_Barrow

Websites and Social Media
Author site: http://www.judithbarrow.co.uk
Blog: http://www.judithbarrowblog.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/judithabarrow
Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/judith.barrow.3/about

If you have enjoyed Judith’s interview please feel free to comment, reblog and share so that others can discover her work and benefit from her support.

Next week I am joined by D.G. Kaye (Debby) – non-fiction author of women’s issues and a fabulous blogger who talks absolute common sense.

56 thoughts on “The Sunday Show – A funny thing happened to me with author Judith Barrow

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  3. Fab interview and reading. Enjoyed this so much. We have our fair share of Mad Madge characters where I live. I write about them often, mainly because I am terrified I shall forget their craziness, and also because they are a disappearing part of small village life. I engage at bus stops often, listening and chatting to them and I find most are those who will never drive a car and so that is why they are visible. Most people are stuck in their little boxes (cars and houses) and we never get to see these people – though I am not sure those in cars are as fascinating. I love Mad Madge. But I would avoid her too. I recall trips to Cornwall, when going to work in our recording studios there, which took 6 hours by back roads, before the motorway. Summer was the pits, getting stuck behind endless convoys of caravans on the narrow roads. So glad that has changed, though these days we would prefer to travel the B roads to avoid the motorways. Because now we have time to enjoy the views and villages and are not in a mad panic to get somewhere on time. How lives change and priorities. I have found your life story here fascinating and reading about your books and I want to wish you much happiness and success with your life and your writing. You have so much to say. 🙂

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    • Thanks Jane, and I know what you mean about being in our houses and cars.. I find airports fascinating watching all the different nationalities coming and going and you can always spot the seasoned travellers and those terrified.. I often end up chatting to people while we wait to board and then end up with a white knuckled companion sat next to me who talks non-stop for two hours!!

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      • LOL. I once flew back to the UK (from USA) with a rather large lady squeezed into the seat beside me, sweating profusely and praying out loud. I was squashed into the far side of my seat sitting on one buttock the whole journey, her elbows in my face. Every time we hit a pocket of air she screamed and prayed harder. And by the time I arrived in the UK I was exhausted, had back and buttock ache and was convinced we’d crashed and I had died and no-one had told me. Oh and when she wasn’t praying she was regaling stories of all the plane crashes she’d heard about. Deep joy. 🙂

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      • I do have patience I guess, but on a crowded flight asking to move isn’t always an option. I usually read or sleep and try to avoid conversation, awful thought is seems. 🙂

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    • Thank you Jane, you’re very kind. I sometimes feel shut in a box in my study so it’s lovely to get out and about in the village. And, believe me we have more than one great character (there again, some might think me an oddity, peering out of the Velux window here!!) Surprising what you can see from ‘up high’ And, like yourself and Sally, I love chatting to people; whenever I say to my husband, “I’ll be ten minutes” he answers, “See you in two hours then”. Hmm , trouble is, he’s usually right.Thank you again J x

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      • Oh so happy I am not the only chatterbox around. People are interesting and actually I find I listen more than do the nattering. People are often lonely and need someone to talk to and often I find some real gems in their chat. I am the person who sits on the bus and has the drunk decide to join me and give me his life story all the way home. I find much fodder for stories at such times. Life is strange and people are strange but oh such fun, and so interesting. Those travelling in their boxes have no idea what they are missing. It is great to talk….and talk and talk…:)

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  4. It was so nice to hear about Judith’s home and choosing to move there. What a beautiful place! Home isn’t always the place where we were raised. John Denver sang about “coming home to a place he’d never been before.” That’s what I felt my first morning in Albuquerque when i looked up at that gorgeous turquoise-blue sky (and i was fool enough to leave…). I’m glad Judith found her home.
    Mega hugs to you both. 🙂

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  5. Lovely to learn more about Judith, her books and her home. It does look amazing. I do love Wales too but not familiar with that area. Must go visiting next time I’m down there…:)

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  6. Another great guest, Sally, and Ioved Judith’s story about “little red riding hood” as I imagined her to be from the description she gave of those little red wellies. We’ve yet to discover the South West of Wales, but hope to do so during the Summer.

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  7. Fascinating interview! It’s always so intriguing to learn where authors get their inspiration from. Certainly, Judith’s books are captivating. I’ll definitely be running over to grab a copy of Silent Trauma. Thanks for this great showcase Sally and Judith. 🙂

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  9. Hi Judith! Having read this post on Sally’s blog, I now realise why your name is so familiar to me. Some friends of mine were involved in the making of your film ‘My Little Philly’ – I was making a short film myself at the time, with the same people. Small world!

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