Unfortunately, semi-retirement and working-from-home mean that when I’m on holiday, nothing much changes except that I have even more time to spend not-working at home. And Scotland hasn’t even offered sunshine for me to tidy up the garden!
A week into my ‘holiday’, I’ve baked. I’ve knitted socks. I’ve booked a couple of days away. But eventually, bored with my own company – and an excess of companionable but essentially unsatisfying daytime TV – I crept back to my laptop. What could I do? Aha, there had been an interesting comment from one Nelson’s Scots Song Book compiler to his editor, that has been intriguing me for a while. It looks as though Nelson’s weren’t the compilers’ first choice. Clearly, a good vacation activity would be to find out more about the firm that they had initially considered.
So I did. Of course, I’ll never know if the other firm wasn’t interested, or if the compilers decided that for some reason, it wasn’t going to work out. But I now know who the managing director was, who the chief editor was, and what else they published that was remotely music- or Scottish-culture-related. Apart from a commissioned Burns song collection and a couple of dance books, I recognised two modern, contemporary names published by this other firm – but neither were Scottish, nor had anything to do with Scottish culture.
What use this is to me, I cannot fathom, because – as I’ve just said – Easson and Wiseman contracted to produce their series with Nelson!
My fingers twitched to acquire eBay copies of the somewhat unrelated titles that had piqued my interest, but truly, I can’t really justify it. I might just see if I can see copies in Glasgow’s Mitchell Library, although that begins to feel like a work-related wild goose chase, not a holiday treat. (I did order a contemporary book-trade commemorative volume that I thought might contain useful background material …)
‘Old School Tie’?
Back I returned to the managing director and chief editor. There was just one interesting lead left to follow. And … I discovered that, believe it or not, James Easson and the chief editor had attended the same secondary school – a highly-esteemed, fee-paying Academy. (Much later, it became state-funded.)
With five years between them, I suspect they wouldn’t have known each other. Their families lived in completely opposite directions, so it’s hard to imagine their paths could have crossed much until adulthood. All it tells me is that they both benefited from a thoroughly good education. One went on to attain music diplomas; the other, academic degrees.
I didn’t trace any musical threads in the chief editor’s timeline. I couldn’t find any interaction with Herbert Wiseman, either. Of course, just because I didn’t find anything, doesn’t mean there wasn’t some connection that I didn’t manage to turn up. But even I know when to concede that I’ve found nothing of interest!
Now what else can I do to amuse myself?



