Meeting My Husband Hugh and Our Wedding
Then something quite unexpected happened as I had given up on any prospect of ever getting married. That was, by chance, until – I met my husband-to-be, Hugh. When I was getting some small improvements done at the old house in Herbal Hill Clerkenwell London (previously named Little Saffron Hill). He had come to do some plumbing alterations. Hugh can remember me standing, with my hand on my hip, and cheekily saying, “Well how much is this going to cost me?” Later he would often quip – “..and I’ve been paying for it for the rest of my life !!!”
He was quite shy and was plagued by an embarrassing stutter, but one day he plucked up courage to invite me out. We got on very well and soon started courting. He had a passion for the opera and he would often take me to Covent Garden, and we would regularly visit the cinemas in the West End.
Our Wedding at St Peter’s Italian Church in Clerkenwell
We had a cheap little honeymoon at Bexhill-on-Sea, and I can remember I had a raging toothache for most of the time. We planned to save up and go to Milan and Rome the following year. We were overjoyed when we discovered I was expecting a child.
We took our holiday to Italy in the summer of 1956 and we visited family in Milan before catching the train to Rome. Whilst visiting the Vatican we attended an audience of the pope and received his blessing. The doctors were worried about my pregnancy because of my history of health problems and I was admitted to St Bartholomew’s Hospital with high blood pressure and confined to bed rest towards the end of my pregnancy.
Our Baby Girl
I was safely delivered of a baby girl who we named Louise Maria, as we chose both of our mothers’ Christian names. Hugh and his brothers had sadly lost both of his parents at a very young age. The doctors gave our baby a BCG inoculation against Tuberculosis as soon as she was born and then I received the terrible news that I was not allowed to have any physical contact with my daughter for 6 weeks or more. In the hospital I was only allowed to look at her through a glass window. The doctors and nurses wanted to send our baby to a care home, however Hugh said that there was someone on his side of the family who could look after me during those first couple of months. This was Hugh’s grandmother who was well in her 70’s. At first the doctor said she was far too old to look after a new born baby, however when it was explained that she had had 11 children of her own, who had all survived to adulthood, and that she had then taken on her daughters sons, when their father had died at the age of 36 and then their mother had died of Leukaemia aged 34, the doctors decided that perhaps this lady did indeed possess the right credentials after all.
So our daughter Louise spent the first weeks of her life being cared for in Ealing by Hugh’s Gran. When the six weeks were up I was so excited that at last I could cuddle my own baby, however my hopes were swiftly dashed when the doctors said that I needed to wait another 2 weeks to be on the safe side to ensure the BCG injection had worked. I was distraught, I was so very disappointed. The whole world seemed against me.
However two weeks later the doctors gave the go ahead, and we finally went to collect our baby daughter. Hugh had to transport the huge pram we had bought (not with our baby inside I’d just like to add) on the Tube) – he got some very strange looks from fellow underground passengers! When we got Louise home to Herbal Hill (Little Saffron Hill), we were so nervous and we kept checking on her every few minutes to make sure she was breathing. However things soon settled down as we familiarised ourselves with parenthood and we gradually became more confident.
Louise Maria was baptised at St Peter’s Italian Church, my cousin John and his wife Nora were her godparents. I hand made Louise’s christening dress out of my lace wedding dress.
Our Relocation to the Countryside of Hertfordshire
Hugh therefore decided that we needed to get away from London, for the sake of my health and that of our little daughter. We had the opportunity to move into a cottage in the countryside of Bell Bar in Hertfordshire. At first I absolutely hated it, I cried for over a year and begged Hugh to take us back to London, I missed my friends and family so much. However he held firm despite my protests. I soon found that I was expecting another baby, but there were complications at the end of my pregnancy and tragically the baby was still-born. Another bitter blow – We were heartbroken but gave him a name – Christopher Hugh and he was buried at Kensal Green Cemetery with the rest of my family. This was followed by me having a couple of miscarriages. My health was failing rapidly and we were told definitely not to try for any more children. Louise was about 3 years old by now.
Clare Hall Hospital in South Mimms
Yet again the TB had taken hold so I was sent to Clare Hall Hospital in South Mimms, which specialised in the treatment of Tuberculosis and thoracic surgery. As my condition worsened I was informed that my only hope was to have one of my lungs removed. This was a serious and risky operation in those days, but I quickly agreed to it. Meanwhile Louise was being cared for by various members of Hugh’s family, who, when I was strong enough, would bring her to see me at the hospital.
I remained in hospital for 6 months after the surgery. I was so glad to get home, however a month or so after I contracted pneumonia. Thus I soon found myself back at Clare Hall for yet another 3 months. However, thanks to the wonderful staff there and the new treatments I received, I made a good recovery and was told that my TB was in remission.
I was just so happy that I could enjoy seeing my daughter growing up.
In 2005 Tina and Hugh moved to Italy to live with their daughter Louise and son-in-law Paul.
October 2005 was a time for celebration …..
Firstly Tina’s 85th Birthday
We were ushered to an ornate, gilded side chapel. Here the kind and gently spoken priest conducted a simple service in Italian.
He then gave thanks for Tina and Hugh’s 50 years of marriage, and he blessed the rings of the radiant, happy couple
and congratulated them on their grand achievement.
Tina Davies (née Leonardi) sadly passed away on the 22nd May 2005 in Italy, aged 85 years.
Hugh Davies sadly passed away a few years later on the 31st March 2008 in Italy, aged 81 years.
May They Rest In Peace
They Shall Always Remain in Our Hearts and Shall Never Be Forgotten
All other photos belong to my family or I have taken myself – © Louise Shapcott