Last week saw the passing, aged 92, of John Betjeman‘s muse. Joan Jackson (née Hunter Dunn) was immortalised in the poet’s “A Subaltern’s Love-song” from 1941:
Miss J Hunter Dunn, Miss J Hunter Dunn,
Furnish’d and burnish’d in Aldershot sun,
What strenuous singles we played after tea,
We in the tournament – you against me!
I can most definitely see what the poet saw in this doctor’s daughter and clueless catering manager from Farnborough in Hampshire. Such a wonderful, happy smile she has in the picture above. There is strength and beauty there in abundance, just as Betjeman said.
Hat tip: Katy Evans-Bush