Mrs Harris Goes to Paris by Paul Gallico
Mrs Harris Goes to New York by Paul Gallico
(Mrs. 'Arris, #1-2)
Synopsis /
Mrs Harris is a salt-of-the-earth London charlady who cheerfully cleans the houses of the rich. One day, while tidying Lady Dant’s wardrobe, she comes across the most beautiful thing she has ever seen in her life—a Dior dress. In all the years of her drab and humble existence, she’s never seen anything as magical as the dress before her and she’s never wanted anything so badly. Determined to make her dream come true, Mrs. Harris scrimps and saves until one day, after three long, uncomplaining years, she finally has enough money to go to Paris.
When she arrives at the House of Dior, Mrs. Harris has little idea of how her life is about to be turned upside down and how many other lives she will transform forever. Always kind, always cheery, and always winsome, the indomitable Mrs. Harris takes Paris by storm and learns one of life's greatest lessons along the way.
This treasure from the 1950s reintroduces the irrepressible Mrs. Harris, part charlady, part fairy godmother, whose adventures take her from her humble London roots to the heights of glamour.
My Thoughts /
Mrs Harris Goes to Paris is written by Paul William Gallico, and if you have taken the time to read his bio, you would realise he has packed a hell of a lot of living into his (short) 79 years on this Earth. Graduating in 1921 with a Bachelor of Science degree (with an extra 1.5 years tacked on because of WWI), he found a job at the New York Daily News as a motion picture critic - from which he was summarily removed because his reviews were "too smart alecky" (but aren't they the most memorable ones??!!). He then worked for the Sports Department of the same paper, becoming Editor of the Daily News in 1923. He became one of the most well-known sports writers in America. Tried his hand at fiction writing, sold a short story in 1936 - then retired from sports writing to devote himself to fiction writing full-time. His novella titled The Snow Goose in 1941 rocketed him to the best-selling author list and many of his works have been adapted for motion pictures.
A little bit of history. Charwoman is a British term for a domestic servant, a woman hired by the day who does house cleaning and odd jobs around the house. The term dates as far back as the late 16th century and is derived from an old medieval word 'chare' meaning an odd job or task. Charlady is perhaps the more respectful term to use when referring to a paid part-time worker who comes into a house or other building to clean it for a few hours of a day or week, as opposed to a maid, who usually lives as part of the household within the structure of domestic service.
Mrs Ada Harris lives at number 5, Willis Gardens, Battersea, London. She was a small, slender woman with apple-red cheeks, greying hair and shrewd, almost naughty little eyes. She dressed in somewhat shabby clothes, but they were immaculately cleaned and pressed. She loved nothing more than visiting the 'flicks', having a tipple (or two) at the pub on the corner, or an evening at the music hall with her best friend Mrs Violet Butterfield. Set in London during the 1950s, Mrs 'Arris, as she referred to 'erself, worked as a London charlady, which basically means that it is her job to clean up the messes made by her employers. Mrs 'Arris moved from one mess, slop, and untidy house to the next a half a dozen times a day, only leaving when the place was immaculately neat, clean, and sweet smelling. And the next day, she'd to it all over again; all for a payment of three shillings an hour.
While cleaning for one of her wealthy clients, Lady Dant, Mrs Harris regularly admires the beautiful Dior dresses that fill her walk-in wardrobe. Only today, Lady Dant brings them out and shows them off to Mrs Harris and tells her that the dresses cost upward of 450 pounds. Never in her life has Mrs Harris seen anything so beautiful and is completely and utterly enamoured. Paying no heed to the vast sum needed to purchase such a divine dress, Mrs Harris decides right there and then that she will buy herself a Dior dress to have for her very own.
Fast forward three years, and Mrs Harris has scrimped and saved the 450 pounds for her dream Dior dress, plus enough for the airfare to Paris and return (she was only intending to stay for the day). When Mrs Harris finally arrives at the House of Dior, she has no idea that her dream is about to be turned upside-down.
The writing is colourfully descriptive and easily read. The story, although a little hard to believe at times, has a wonderful Mary Poppins magic about it. Whilst this fairy tale plot may be a little fanciful, the themes underneath are not. Always be kind. Always be cheery. Sacrifice and hard work can make your dreams come true. Even though you might come from humble beginnings you can rise to heights of greatness. Full of wonderful secondary characters, and some not so wonderful, it all makes for a very charming and delightfully fun read.
But did Mrs Harris get her Dior dress I hear you ask? Well, this is the indomitable Mrs Harris we're talking about, even the Gods are totally enamoured by her!