|I am a little bewildered by the amount of information my American husband (we live in the USA) has sent me about mining in Nottinghamshire. His interest was sparked by reading that the last coal mines in England are closing. Good for the environment—but nevertheless the end of a brave and fascinating era!
My maiden name was Diana Young, and my father was Eric Young and I grew up in Edwinstowe House. My father was managing director of the Bolsover Colliery Company till he was asked to join the National Coal Board in 1947. He agreed, much against his will. I remember Mr Atlee, (“that Socialist!”) having to come to dinner to persuade him! So then we had to move to Surrey.
I’ve always been a writer, and have written about those years, (from my childish perspective) mostly because I wanted my wild and woolly surfing dude grandchildren who live in Hawaii to know a little about their past.
Surprisingly, the book has been quite successful, particularly here in America, obsessed as they are with all things Brit. My married name is Fassino, and the book, ‘When the Cat Had My Tongue’, is available on Amazon, or in the Edwinstowe Library, if it might be of any historical interest to you. I came back to Edwinstowe, (and hardly recognized my old home! They gave us lunch and a tour—and presented me with a book about my father!) to do a reading at the library shortly after the book was published.
Now—back to reading and finding out more. There is so much to learn, and aren’t we lucky it is all available to us at the click of a key in this astonishing modern world?
With all best wishes
Book Description iUniverse, United States, 2006. Paperback.
Raised by nannies and governesses in an English country house where you practically needed a passport to travel from the nursery wing to the drawing room or the maids sitting room, the author portrays with uncritical candor and humour a vanished world of privilege and isolation. We meet an alarming grandmother with tomb breath and eyes flecked with blood and malice, witness the near execution of a village enemy, share the author's passion for animals, her suspicion that her flamboyant godfather may in fact be her father, suffer the torments of boarding school and of first love, and wonder with her on her wedding night if the Duke of Windsor could really have given up the throne of England for this.
If nostalgia is your thing, you should read this unique, hilarious insight into the Upstairs Downstairs goings-on in Diana Fassino's riveting, intensely personal account of upper class English country life during WWII. John Whitney. Director Sagitta Productions. Creator of Upstairs Downstairs. Diana Fassino's endearing English wit enchanted me from cover to cover. Betsy Pearson, artist and syndicated columnist.
Diana Fassino's Father Can Be Found At:-
Thomas Eric Boswell Young - 1930
Agent 1930 - 1937