Do you ever get songs popping into your head? Not the last one you heard on the radio before you walked out the door or got out of the car, with its annoying habit of running through your head for the rest of the day, but one that you haven’t thought about for years. Perhaps it was part of your childhood, some show you were once in or maybe the memory of where you learned it has completely disappeared. I had that experience the other week when I suddenly found myself humming:
My ship sailed from China with a cargo of tea,
All laden with presents for you and for me,
They brought me a fan, just imagine my bliss,
When I found myself daily like this, like this, like this
I think it is a song from my days in the Brownies and those of you who know it, will remember how by its repetitions, one has to co-ordinate increasing numbers of imaginary fans held by arms, legs and mouth, until all becomes chaos.
So what brought that song to mind? Of course we have pictures in our collections showing fans which could have been the prompt:
|Photograph by Milton M. Miller, RAS Howell Collection|
|Song-zi niangniang, Bringer of Sons, seated on a qilin (Head Cat. 044.002), donated by John Robert Morrison (1814-43)|
A qilin is an auspicious mythological hybrid creature with two horns and a bushy tail. This print could have been a gift for young brides.
But it wasn’t a picture of a fan that started me humming. It was a letter that I found in the archive about a ship sailing from China with a cargo, not of tea, but of raw silk.
The letter is to Captain Harkness, Secretary of the RAS, from Thomas Weeding who wishes to donate the Grand Chop from his ship, Sarah, which was the first independent commercial ship to dock in London from Canton. Its cargo of silk fetched £400,000 in 1836 – bountiful trade indeed. He sent, not only the Grand Chop but also a translation.
Whether we still have the Grand Chop, I have yet to find out. With the letter were several Chinese documents but it was not clear that any of them are the Grand Chop itself. However, this letter and my consequent humming enticed my creative juices, so here is a draft of a poem based upon the letter: