Happy Birthday, Uncle (2011)

Dennis Severs, my uncle, was born on this day in 1948.  He passed away in 1999, and his restored Georgian home in Spitalfields is now a private museum.   I occasionally post photos and stories from my visits to 18 Folgate Street, especially on special days like this one.  Here are some favorites images.  The black and white portrait is my uncle’s high school senior picture, taken the same year he moved to London from Escondido, California.  The others are from the mid-90s.  Most of the photographs of the house were taken in 1997.  A few of them were later used in the book that he spent years writing and re-writing.  It was published after his death by Chatto & Windus, with the softcover version done by Vintage.  Happy birthday, Dennis.  You are missed.  (And so are your parties.)

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©M. Stacey Shaffer, 1965-1998.

Click on “Dennis Severs” in the Tag Cloud (Stuff That I Discuss, in the right column) to see the other posts about my uncle.  Visit the facebook group page, and go to www.dennissevershouse.co.uk for visitor information.

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3 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Nelia Green on November 16, 2011 at 6:42 am

    Your uncle, Dennis, and his dedication in creating this “living” house display is a fascinating story. After having spent 14 years in the antiques biz, and most of my life poking around, accumulating “stuff”, and decorating both shop and home, I totally appreciate the result he was able to achieve, maintain and reside in over the years. How much I would have enjoyed visiting this house if only I had known when I was in London last year.

    I especially liked this video…


  2. Posted by Katelyn on November 16, 2011 at 5:11 pm

    Happy birthday to your Uncle!


  3. Posted by Dominic on November 23, 2011 at 1:30 pm

    Funny, I just got fed up with November today and, against my usual principle of not anticipating Christmas before December, put up the evergreen swags in the cafe window (plastic is so ever-green…) and attached two big red satin bows as we did to the swags of holly all over the house. Wish we were all back there with all the bickering, ranting, frantic rushing and plain old magic again. It’s hard to watch that video and hear that voice and all the familiar turns of phrase and think that such energy could really ever just draw to a close. Thanks for doing your bit to keep the memories alive.


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