An Artist's Journeys in Nature

The Inheritance

Scots Guards - W E Howitt“The journey of a thousand miles begins with just one step.”

True: but journeys don’t only have beginnings – they have roots.  Physical and spiritual roots that reach back through the generations standing behind us.  It’s scary to contemplate at times. 

We accept readily enough that our immediate physical world operates by cause and effect. No-one has the slightest difficulty in understanding that if they jump off a building they will hit the ground.  What we do have trouble with is recognizing that same law operates on a spiritual level as well, both for individuals and generationally –  “visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation.”  Hummmm. Food for thought.

My father, Kenneth Methuen Howitt, was the source of my artistic journey.  Its roots lay on his side of my family.  Regimental Sergeant Major of the 1st Battalion Scots Guards, with an army career spanning 24 years, he had an amazing artistic talent operating around the sidelines of a busy working life.  As I’ll explain later, he nurtured in me the talents I got from him, and though he never had time to be a serious ‘painter’, he produced great sculpture with seemingly little effort.

Sculptures - Ken Howitt

He organized and ran some stunning Charity Balls for the Guards in London – with Royalty counted amongst the guests. He thought big, and produced the results to go with it: everything had to be right and to look great – and some of that at least rubbed off on me.

He was exceptional in the skills of training and handling men – which may have saved his life more than once.  One time, in April/May 1940 contingents from the Scots Guards were sent on the ill-fated Allied invasion of Norway.   My mother often told the story of going down to visit him in London and arriving at the barracks late at night to find – unexpectedly – the troops lined up on the square ready to move off for Norway.  One can only imagine her state of mind as she waited at the barracks gate while one of the sentries went to find her husband.

When he finally came, it was with the news that he was not going to Norway – he had been promoted and held behind to carry on with training the troops.  Thank goodness – as I child I can remember being told many men were lost in the Norway Invasion.  Wikipedia states “The British lost 1,869 killed, wounded and missing on land and approximately 2,500 at sea.”

Years later when we moved up to Aberdeen, my dad was seconded to run  to run the Aberdeen University Training Corps under Lt  Colonel Thomas Broun Smith, QC – training potential army officers from the ranks of the students at Aberdeen University.  He was later commissioned into the Gordon Highlanders, wearing the kilt and continuing to conduct training maneuvers in the Highlands of Scotland – with the same outstanding qualities of character.

Ken Howitt - Scots Guards & Gordon Highlanders

I still have his Regular Army Certificate of Service – a small, slim, red book that details every step of his army career.  The Final Assessment of Conduct and Character, completed personally in the handwriting of his Commanding Officer, Lt  Colonel Tom B Smith, was “Exemplary”.

Peace
Patricia

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5 responses

  1. lilypily

    Love your first paragraph. Definitely food for thought.

    May 16, 2012 at 2:31 am

    • Thank you so much. It’s wonderful to put forth a concept
      and find it resonates with someone.

      May 16, 2012 at 3:53 am

  2. Very interesting read about Mr. Kenneth Methuen Howitt. Thanks! But what really caught my eye was your artwork. Fantastic stuff!!

    May 17, 2012 at 8:15 am

    • Thank you!! There’s heaps more to follow – am integrating it into the story as I go along. Glad I found your blog. Patricia

      May 18, 2012 at 7:08 pm

    • Thank you so much = I’ve linked.

      June 9, 2013 at 10:14 pm

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