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 OSCAR'S story in book format (as opposed to blog) has taken two years in the writing, because the information on his life has been scattered everywhere (and no doubt there is still more to be discovered.)  To get it into a comprehensive and properly readable format has taken three years.  I think I’ve finally put most of the big pieces of the puzzle together.

Oscar was my great grandfather, but as happens with subsequent generations, I had no real idea of what he did, or who he was.

In 2008, my Mother decided she would like to sell the family home and dispose of some of the treasures within, and this is how I first started  to discover Oscar as more than a framed picture and a name etched in silver. 

The journey has been an amazing one because along the way I have discovered cousins I never knew, and of course the stories I have learned about those who have passed is riveting; none more so than Oscar’s, whose passion for music, theatre, and family have been inspirational.

That none of what we do is without some criticism is surely what teaches us to grow.   My thanks goes to Jonathan-Pritchard Barrett for some of Oscar’s funniest (if less than flattering) reviews by George Bernard Shaw.

Shaw’s promotion for a different kind of stage-production would see an end to Oscar’s rise in theatre;  but, as with fashion, everything comes in cycles, and much of what Oscar and Augustus Harriss brought to the stage is emulated today, and —dare I say it?— perhaps not half as well done.

It is my great pleasure to be able to have completed a part of Oscar’s story for others to discover.  I hope you will find it as interesting to read, as I did in writing it.


From a blog originally published August 24, 2011.

Written by H B — April 07, 2012

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