by ciderman_nz » Wed Nov 06, 2019 10:15 pm
That made me think Vannin! I remember when we were in Turkey, I held open the door for a woman approaching and I was very surprised when she said (in a very English voice) "I'm quite capable of opening a bloody door myself!" as she stomped past me.
A couple of years ago my U3A writing group had manners as a topic, so I thought I would inflict that on you all! :-)
Manners
The winter of 1962/3 in Britain was severe. Our arrival in London just before Christmas was just what Santa Claus would have wanted. Snow was everywhere and the roads were being salted to melt the ice which made motoring very hazardous and very slow. We had only just acquired our upstairs flat in the heavily built up area of Kilburn, where what was once a dignified residence had been remodelled into about eight ‘bed-sits’, mostly inhabited by young people like ourselves. Two big rooms, one a bedroom and one everything else including a kitchen and a shared bathroom with two other flats and this completed our new home on the first floor. The flat was furnished and with it’s bay window overlooking the road below , where we sometimes sat with a coffee or tea, looking out at the passing parade of people and vehicles. My flatmate and I had recently obtained jobs but mine started a few days after his and on his first day I sat in the window watching as he left for work. The concrete was icy and I saw Tony slip , slide then fall on his back and slide slowly out past the front gate and out onto the pavement almost into the path of a bowler hatted, briefcase carrying gentleman of tall and thin proportions. I was astonished to see this gentleman lift his leg to step carefully over Tony and proceed on his way. Was this the English way? Perhaps he thought he might be drunk, even though it was 8am. One thing was for sure, he was not unaware of his presence, he had stepped so carefully over Tony. I was suddenly aware that Tony was watching me as I stared out of the window and we both raised our hands with a deeply puzzled look on our faces.
This little tableau playing out in my head many years later made me think of manners and how we perceive them. Perhaps if my friend had asked for assistance he would have received it but without a request maybe it would be considered an invasion of privacy? When I worked in an Oxford St photographic studio, it was a requirement that the owner was always referred to as “sir” or “Mr Bennett”, (no relation just happened to have the same surname as me.) I had to adjust to this as I was very much used to addressing my employers in New Zealand as “Clarrie” or “Marsden” or “Bob” on a very much more even social footing.
As a child, I remember having to restrain myself when I wanted to blurt out something, until the adults had finished speaking. Interruption was not an option for me and this carried on, I now realise, to my own children. In the midst of setting up Vidals in Hastings, I was surrounded by builders and painters discussing some seemingly important topic as my 7 year old son kept whispering loudly “Dad!” “Dad!”
“Stephen, wait!” I snarled at him! “But Dad!..” “Don’t interrupt Stephen!” “Susan is hurt!” he finally shouted at me. I then discovered that the aforementioned Susan, his older sister, had indeed, broken her arm! This resulted in a rapid trip to hospital where we were seen by a young doctor in jandals and a ‘What-me-Worry’ T shirt, who told us we must come back for an X-Ray to see if it was broken, to which I responded somewhat curtly, “Of course it’s broken! It’s got a bloody extra bend in it!”
To me, manners is also involved in not swearing. I suppose that has something to do with what I was taught as a child. I can honestly say that the only time I ever heard my father swear was when he didn’t know I was there and he was in the navy, so he did know ALL the words! He also instructed me to refer to his senior officers as “Sir”, which I found hard to do although why I know not, as at school we always had to call the teachers ‘Sir’ and stand up when they entered the room. At boarding school we were very strictly instructed in manners. How to be polite in our conversations without losing the ability to disagree or contest whatever the other person was putting forward. We actually had formal lessons in this, which I still feel have been useful throughout my life in negotiating various points of view, without causing rancour or upsetting people. I sometimes think that world leaders would have benefited from such a course.
Manners help to make the social structures less abrasive and although sometimes appearing to be pedantic, they do have a useful purpose.
Civilisation is a veneer, easily soluble in alcohol.