I fully expected that I would have to take off my boots. As we did so, taking the lead from our friends, my partner, now husband, and I managed to cram our boots into the small racks that had been set up outside the entrance to the manor. I felt sure that I would not find my boots again, among so many. I imagined myself having to be the last person to leave the manor, just so that I would be able to reclaim my boots, which would be the only pair left! We silently stepped inside, eager to see the sacred wonders venerated by so many.
In 1884, the mock-tudor manor was built and, by the 1920’s, it became known as Piggot’s Manor. There had once been a genuine tudor building on the land and, prior to that, in the thirteenth century the property that was there was known as Picot’s Manor. My music idols are The Beatles; in my view no other band has had so much influence on music and it was George Harrison, formerly of The Beatles, who bought Piggot’s Manor in 1973. George Harrison had been well known for his interest in Indian culture and Indian religious traditions and he was known for his connection to the Hare Krishna movement. George Harrison went on to donate Piggot’s Manor to the Hare Krishna movement; at the time a much publicised search had taken place for somewhere big enough to accommodate Radha Krishna Temple devotees in London. Their numbers had grown to such an extent that a new temple was urgently required.
Thus Piggot’s Manor became Bhaktivedanta Manor and it was here at this gracious building that I stood, wondering whether I would ever find my boots again!:
We had already taken a walk around some of the grounds in which the manor’s food growing gardens were located. There were a number of warm houses to cater for plants that required the protection from the elements but largely there was a considerable amount of land used for cultivation of home grown produce. Everything was immaculate and the sense of tranquility here was so very restful. What I noticed above all, was the sincere kindness of everyone; visitors and residents alike.
My partner and I were being shown around by a dear friend of mine; originally from my school days but now he, his beautiful Wife and their two wonderful children are friends of both mine and my partner. In fact, I would always class my friend as family. Some friends just are.
Our friends are of the Hindu tradition and I have carried fond memories of time at his house, as I was growing up, when his lovely mum would invite me to stay for the most astonishing, exquisite meals. Back in the 1970’s and 1980’s, the huge access to Indian food that we have today, did not exist and was only emerging. Dinner with my friend, at his home with his sister, brother and his mum and dad were always such an exciting time. His beautiful mum still cooks such wonderful food, to this day. In fact, after visiting the manor, we all visited his mum and dad and stayed for a truly delicious meal; just like old times. My friend’s sister and her family were there, too; the first time we’d all been together in about 26 years. There was one painful absence, however. My friend’s younger brother had passed away years ago but his absence was deeply felt; my heart ached. At such a reunion of us all, his cheeky face was missing and even typing this now, that is truly painful. Bless him.
I had been aware of my friend’s culture and tradition, as we grew up together. I recall small temples within their house and the beautiful pictures, fabrics, flowers, books, fragrances, food and stories that were all so much of my early life. The visit to Bhaktivedanta Manor was my first opportunity to attend a religious service and to visit a place of prayer and worship associated with their faith.
Out of respect for the traditions and the private nature of this experience, I will not describe the most beautiful sight within the manor itself or the service that took place, but I can say that this whole experience was truly moving, meaningful and incredibly special to me and to my Partner; for whom all of this was so new. It is a treasured memory that will live within me until such time as I one day fade away.
In 2013 The George Harrison Memorial Garden was opened in the grounds of the manor, in memory of the man and also as a celebration to commemorate forty years of Bhaktivedanta Manor being established. Here are a few images of the memorial garden, during our visit in 2014:
I believe that we grow when we look outside of what is ‘normal’ to us. When we share with others, we break down barriers that society creates, we open ourselves to learning, we gain new perspectives and we expand our understanding of humanity. There is more in this world that unites people, than need divide us and yet we live in times when many are fighting to create divides. I find that sad. We need not be threatened by difference. It really can be that simple. I believe every human knows this, deep down.
(c) Deano Parsons. 2020.