Showing posts with label London. Show all posts
Showing posts with label London. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 25, 2026

How Londoners used data to survive the Great Plague

From bbc.co.uk/news

When plague swept through London in 1665, killing tens of thousands, people did not simply pray or flee. They checked the numbers.

New research by Karen McBride, external, an accounting professor at the University of Portsmouth, argues that the weekly Bills of Mortality acted as an early public health information system, shaping how some Londoners navigated life, work and survival during the Great Plague.

Drawing on the diary of Samuel Pepys, the study suggests the published death figures were used as "quite practical decision guiding accounts or data of what was going on".

The Bills were issued weekly, listing deaths by parish across the capital. They were posted publicly and sold on street corners, allowing readers to compare week-on-week rises and falls.

"They recorded the summaries of death by parish within London. So people could see where figures were rising if they compared week on week, they could see where figures were rising, where figures were falling, what was happening," McBride said.


                                                        The Bills of Mortality were weekly death figures published by London parishes

Pepys, a naval administrator and writer living within the city walls, bought the Bills and frequently copied the totals directly into his diary.

"What was interesting to me was the fact that Samuel Pepys kept a very extensive diary. And that very extensive diary noted how he was using this data to go about his daily life at this time," McBride said.

As the numbers rose, he changed his behaviour. He planned routes through the city to avoid heavily affected parishes, reconsidered visiting friends, and relocated his wife out of London. When the totals peaked, he wrote his will.

"They enabled Londoners to use the increases and decreases to judge personal risk, where to travel, when to travel, when to leave the city, and to assess when it will be safe for them to return as well," McBride said.


                                                           Samuel Pepys altered his own family's behaviour based on local death figures

The figures were discussed in coffee houses and compared socially.

The Bills, McBride argues, "almost supported that idea of self-surveillance and self-governance aligning individual behaviour with the broader public health objectives without actually telling people what to do necessarily".

Accuracy was sometimes questioned. Parish officers were responsible for collecting and compiling the data, and as deaths surged, recording capacity was stretched and figures went underreported.

But doubt did not mean rejection, McBride said.

"They were nonetheless trusted enough for them to use them to guide their behaviour."

Even when people suspected understatement, rising totals heightened fear and caution. Falling numbers encouraged the reopening of shops and the resumption of social life.


                                                 Mass graves were used as deaths surged and burial capacity was overwhelmed


The study challenges the idea that 17th Century society was simply helpless in the face of disease.

"I think they had an understanding or what they thought was an understanding of what was going on. That was wrong, but they thought they had an understanding," McBride said.

Although many believed plague was caused by "miasma" or bad air, practical measures such as isolation and distancing were adopted.


"Although the ideas behind why they did these things might have been very different to what the reality was, actually it was quite helpful."

The research also highlights stark inequality. While the Bills were publicly available, literacy was limited and the ability to act on the information was "highly unequal", McBride said.

Pepys, as an upwardly mobile and wealthy Londoner, could interpret the trends, reduce contact and move his household. Poorer residents, including servants and casual labourers, often had no such flexibility.

McBride found that "for them, continued exposure was unavoidable".

There was inequality within the data itself.

"Plague deaths amongst the poor were much more likely to be misclassified, underreported, or even concealed," McBride said, whether because of parish capacity, misdiagnosis or attempts to avoid the economic consequences of shutting up a house.

Although the study does not centre on modern pandemics, McBride delved into the issue as the UK was going through its own pandemic response.

"We were all looking at numbers every day. The television was on, the numbers were there, he had numbers, he was acting on those numbers, we had numbers, we were acting on those numbers," she said.

The academic stresses that the research does not claim direct equivalence with modern outbreaks, but points to structural parallels in how societies respond to published statistics.

"Whilst people truly believe that they're giving information and they're letting people know the situation and they're informing people and they're enabling people to act, that doesn't always get received equally," she said.

If information is issued without the means to respond, she suggested, it can deepen inequality rather than reduce risk.

"Whilst I completely agree with providing information, we just need to think a little bit about how that information is received."

The Great Plague of London killed an estimated 100,000 in 18 months - about a fifth of the capital's population at the time.

Between 1665 and 1666, as plague deaths climbed in the capital, some sections of society were not simply passive victims, McBride's study found.

They were reading, interpreting and reacting to the data available to them, using weekly death figures to navigate one of the deadliest years in the city's history.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/c3v7551q55eo

Monday, November 24, 2025

"What a night": Terror of the Blitz revealed by London housewife in unearthed WWII diary

From dailymail.co.uk

An unearthed diary of a London housewife has given fresh insight into the terror of the Blitz in the Second World War.

Marion Marden told of Nazi bombs landing near her home, sleepless nights in air raid shelters and the struggle to put sufficient food on the table amid wartime rationing.

Her diary was found during an investigation into the unclaimed estate of her daughter Myrta, who died in 2019 with no known descendants or living relatives.

Between September 7, 1940 and May 21, 1941, more than 40,000 civilians were killed - most of them in London - in wave after wave of bombing raids that struck at night, leaving devastation in their wake.

Mrs Marden's diary reveals the 'new normal' of life amid the constant threat of death. 

In February 1941, she wrote: 'The children full of vim. Air raid 7.20 pm to 11.30 p.m. Four hours of bombing and gunfire. What a night.'

An unearthed diary of a London housewife has given fresh insight into the terror of the Blitz in the Second World War. Above: Marion Marden with her daughter Myrta and husband FrankAn unearthed diary of a London housewife has given fresh insight into the terror of the Blitz in the Second World War. Above: Marion Marden with her daughter Myrta and husband Frank Blitz in the Second World War. Above: Marion Marden with her daughter Myrta and husband Frank

The following month, she described the horror of a bombing raid on a dance hall in Palmer's Green.

'Raid, gunfire very bad, a lot of damage done and people killed; terrible,' she recorded on March 15. 

'Dance hall caught it P.G [Palmers Green] We went to bed 12 o'clock. Crowd on bus got killed. Bus no more.' 

Mrs Marden, who in 1941 was 47, had two children - son Raymond, 11, and eight-year-old daughter Myrta - with her husband Frank. He was a volunteer in the Home Guard. 

The family lived in Southgate, north London. Mrs Marden also had an older son, Albert, who was born in 1920 - nine years before she married Frank. 

Researchers at probate and genealogy firm Fraser and Fraser came across Mrs Marden's diary after being tasked with finding any heirs of her daughter.

Through detailed genealogical work, the team identified living beneficiaries across the UK, France and Australia. 

During their research, they discovered references to Mrs Marden's wartime writing, excerpts of which had been shared by collector Valerie Smith, who bought the diary from a private seller last year. 

A postman attempting to deliver letters in a bomb-damaged street near Paul's Cathedral, May 1941A postman attempting to deliver letters in a bomb-damaged street near Paul's Cathedral, May 1941 A postman attempting to deliver letters in a bomb-damaged street near Paul's Cathedral, May 1941 

Writing in June 1941, Mrs Marden touched on the subject of food. She said: 'Butcher brought beef today and I wanted it to be lamb; still we must not forget it is war time and have to put up with what ever we can get.'

Months earlier, she had noted: 'Raymond made some toast, he is like his dad, always ready to make toast. They forget the butter does not go far war time.' 

More than one million houses in London were destroyed or damaged during the Blitz.

Other cities that were hammered included Coventry, Liverpool, Glasgow, Plymouth, Belfast and Southampton.

The bombing campaign came to an end after Hitler had given up on a plan to invade Britain had turned his sights to attacking the Soviet Union.

Although less intense than before, raids did continue though, both in the capital and elsewhere.  

Mrs Marden's diary continued until 1944. On January 2 that year, she wrote an entry that revealed her wish for the fighting to come to an end.

She said: 'Had to get up as usual and make my own early cup of tea. Myrta bought me some cigarettes good kind. Mrs Burr gave me some cooked roe for breakfast. We had eggs as well.

Mrs Marden's diary entry on March 15, 1941, when she recorded: 'Raid, gunfire very bad, a lot of damage done and people killed; terrible'Mrs Marden's diary entry on March 15, 1941, when she recorded: 'Raid, gunfire very bad, a lot of damage done and people killed; terrible'Mrs Marden's diary entry on March 15, 1941, when she recorded: 'Raid, gunfire very bad, a lot of damage done and people killed; terrible'
Between September 7, 1940 and May 21, 1941, more than 40,000 civilians were killed in wave after wave of bombing raids that struck at night. Above: The bombed house of Commons in December 1940

Between September 7, 1940 and May 21, 1941, more than 40,000 civilians were killed in wave after wave of bombing raids that struck at night. Above: The bombed house of Commons in December 1940

'Not heard from Albert yet; I hope he is well. The children full of Vim. We lost 28 planes with men.

'I wish this war was over. I saw six planes nearly touching the top of houses. Frank has a very bad cold. Did my washing.'

At the end of January, she went on: 'The last day of the month and let’s hope it will [be] nearer the end of this terrible war. 

'I kept the children away from school; they both have colds and the shelters are far too cold for them. Raid warning and planes overhead; guns firing.'

In later life, Mrs Marden moved to Brighton. 

Ben Cornish, a case manager at Fraser and Fraser, said: 'When we began this case, we expected a routine investigation into an unclaimed estate.

'What we found instead was a personal record of the Blitz from the perspective of an ordinary London family. It is a rare and valuable insight into civilian life during the war.'

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-15306703/Four-hours-bombing-gunfire-night-Terror-Blitz-revealed-London-housewife-unearthed-WWII-diary.html 

Saturday, October 25, 2025

Diary of an American in London

From townandcountrymag.com

By Jill Kargman 

I left the Upper East Side to spend 10 weeks living in the UK. Here’s what I learned


A Snob’s guide to the snobbiest city on earth must, of course, touch upon clubbiness. It’s cute how so much ink has been spilled on New York’s thriving new members’ club boom—London sniffs and says hold my beer.

Yes, there are the old school House of Lords-type places with gold-framed photos of dead white dudes, but since so many alleged aristocrats are actually what I call “Counts Without Accounts,” a chic new batch of clubs have cropped up with no crypt keepers rolling their eyes over the new guard and clutching pearls over assessments.

London makes NYC’s private club scene look like child’s play so I felt a bit like a bit like a fish out of water in terms of the Eton scene (which, as the summer progressed I realized was NBD). While the States has overlap with 5 Hertford and the Twenty Two, which offer global memberships, there’s also Mayfair’s Maison Estelle and its countryside outpost, Estelle Manor, giving Saltburn revelry, and hipster Camden club House of Koko, which offers expat memberships for considerably less than locals and has amazing food, a raging rooftop, and access through a secret staircase to the famed nightspot Koko, cutting the often-gargantuan line.

                                                                                                                          Rob Pinney//Getty Images
               5 Hertford Street in London, a private club owned by Robin Birley, who recently opened Maxime’s in New York City

Outside the club world, the restaurant scene is adopting the same social sieve. Of course, there have always been eateries with hard-to-score tables, but how about a social ladder you have to climb where you have to dine four times before you get to the secret, better restaurant? This is precisely the trend taking off in London, which will undoubtedly trickle across the pond. I call it the Birkin Model of Dining.

For example, Urchin, the super-cool sushi restaurant that pops up at night in a Holland Park supermarket, is one of the toughest rezzies to land. But that’s just the first stop on a culinary Everest; once you dine at Urchin multiple times, you’re invited to attend a Tuna Fight Club, a weekly event with a 250-pound fish that gets cut up in front of guests and served in 10 courses. Newcomers to that then have to return for the “regulars” night, which presumably has even more bells and whistles.

Similarly, my favourite spot in town, The Fat Badger, is a speakeasy above the owner’s Notting Hill pizza joint, Canteen. You walk through a doorway, past a kitchen, up wooden stairs (past their rollicking pub with live music and one of the best grilled cheeses “toasties” I’ve ever had). Upstairs, in a charming, wood-panelled room, you get what you get and you don’t get upset. There’s not a menu in sight, and if you think everyone gets the same thing, you’d be wrong— regulars are offered the famed pork chops and virgins are not. You can’t sit with us! My husband had major food jealousy and somehow charmingly lobbied successfully for the off-menu specialty. We became more accustomed to the swanky food ladder as we learned more about each niche but with so many incredible places, it’s not our style to beg for tables (or handbags).

                                                                                                                         David Loftus
                                                                            The dining room at The Park in London

There’s only so much jockeying a girl can do, though. As a Yank in London for 10 weeks, I saw this trend and instead looked to local friends for tips with easier access. Trinny Woodhall, the cosmetic and skincare entrepreneur, recommended The ParkJeremy King’s new place, where breakfast is the move (or so I hear; I don’t eat breakfast!) . Gold in Notting Hill was recommended by producer Celine Rattray— he charred cauliflower the size of a human head is the best I’ve ever had!—and Kiyo Taga, Cartier’s head of special projects, loves The Summerhouse at Little Venice for seafood and Chisou on Woodstock Street for Japanese. My other fave restaurants are St. John for hearty British fare, Wiltons, a Mayfair seafood classic, and BRAT in Shoreditch, with a wood-burning oven churning out hot delicious bread and a burnt cheesecake for dessert that I still dream about.

                                                                                         Peter Dazeley//Getty Images

                                              When it comes to shopping in London, Jill says “there’s no place more joyful than Liberty.”

But there is a world beyond food. For shopping, there’s no place more joyful than Liberty, which is always my first stop in London—it’s so quintessentially British and I feel baptized as a temporary local the second I see the wooden-beamed Tudor ceiling. For New Yorkers who miss Jeffrey and Parisians haunted by the ghost of Colette, there is Brown’s, a concept store with avant-garde designer selects and one of the best jewelry cases in town; it’s tied with Dover Street Market. Naturally, there are baubles at Boodles, plus all the flagships we have in the U.S. lining Bond Street, but for vintage jewelry lovers, there’s S.J. Phillips on Bruton Street. For the gents, director Paul Feig recommends Turnbull & Asser for ties and pocket silks and Anderson & Sheppard and Kent & Haste for bespoke suiting. My late father loved his John Lobb shoes, and of course, while we have Ralph Lauren at home, the New Bond Street store has a fab flagship feel. For slightly less traditional, edgier male vibes, I love the offbeat tailor Beggars Run, nestled on Charlotte Road in Shoreditch.

None of the above places are cheap, so I’d like to take the opportunity to note that the best things about living in London truly were free: the Victoria & Albert Museumthe Tate, and the National Gallery. Walks in the immaculately manicured parks were heavenly and I had a pit in my stomach when it was time to leave. Don’t worry, I didn’t become one of those American jerks who said flat instead of apartment, but I did leave a chunk of my heart on the West End—and I can’t wait to go back.

https://www.townandcountrymag.com/leisure/travel-guide/a66542540/exclusive-london-travel-guide-restaurants-shopping-clubs/