I realise that I haven’t done justice to my memories of Owen Chadwick. I first met him as a child when he and his three brothers rented a prep school on the banks of Lake Windermere: Sir John, the ambassador; Henry, the theologian; and Martin, the high church priest. I encountered him over the Weetabix. At Cambridge, I remember meeting him in Bowes and Bowes, where he was doing some research to answer a letter of bibliographical enquiry, and in the Rare Books Room of the University Library, where he would work in the mornings. I find it hard even now to work out whether he was worldly – he after all held innumerable worldly positions, including Presidency of the British Academy and Chancellor of the University of East Anglia – or deeply and admirably unworldly – an attempt to get Alfred Hitchcock an honorary degree was scotched by Owen who apparently didn’t know who Alfred Hitchcock was.
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According to the obituary in the Table (1st August), while assistant priest at Cley-next-to-the-sea, Norfolk he asked for boiled potatoes at the fish and chip van!
Joan
Yes, that sounds in character ! Charles
That should, of course, say The Tablet, the weekly Catholic publication!
When I showed your piece on OC to my sister she recalled how, when she first arrived in Cambridge as a student (about 45 years ago), she went to have lunch with the Chadwicks, having been introduced by a mutual friend. Three years later, as she was about to leave and not having seen him in the interval, she called to thank him for his earlier kindness. He opened the door and, without a moment’s hesitation, greeted her by name.