Leslie Tate

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THE CREATIVE SPARK – what do people find to do with their talents?

‘Any level of guided imaginative activity teaches you just how difficult it is to reach mastery’.

His_Master's_Voice[1]I remember several creative people in my family. My grandpa on my mother’s side was a tenor who, I’ve been told, was invited to train in Italy but had to turn the opportunity down because he was a railway clerk with a family to support. On a trip to London he recorded his voice at HMV, Oxford Street, which had its own studio. Sadly, the 78 rpm disc he produced has gone missing. He conducted the local choir in his NE seaside town in performances of The Messiah, even changing churches to retain creative control. His wife was a skilled accompanist on the piano and also played the organ. They were like fire and water; he was the leader, she gave of herself and supported. Their front room was a busy place with leading members of the choir popping in, and recordings of Beethoven’s symphonies rising from the depths of the ‘Horn Cabinet’ which he and my dad built in the corner.

My dad was very serious about classical music. It didn’t come from his family; he was entirely self-taught. He could knock out popular tunes on the piano, but Beethoven was his real love. Unfortunately his tolerance levels were low. So when he first heard Mahler as a result of a programme change at a concert he decided from then on that all ‘modern music’ was rubbish.

DIY was one of Dad’s skills. I have photos of him covered with grease lying under a small black Austin. He fixed appliances and rigged up his own version of double glazing. He was also a hobbyist.thISJISKN3 So he cut wood to make marquetry pictures, was a keen photographer, played chess and bridge, and started me on Airfix and Meccano models. His father collected cartoon books, clocks and fancy tin boxes. He knew lots of jokes and could recite all the capitals of the world. Granddad was naughty and competitive, cheated at cards and teased his wife with practical jokes.


The women in the family would sit in deckchairs knitting on the beach. They made patchwork rugs, mended clothes, shopped and cooked, baked on tight budgets, and cared for children. My dad’s mother brewed fiery ginger beer. The jars stood maturing along a high shelf in her kitchen. Since housework was so much more demanding in those days, their activities were less flamboyant than the men, more bread-and-butter.

True, most of these activities were heavily sex-typed and some of them were similar to painting by numbers. But any level of guided imaginative activity teaches you just how difficult it is to reach mastery. I discovered how contorted a musician’s body has to be when I learned the piano at 40 and watched my son being taught the violin.

All this creative energy often seemed to go with eccentricity. So at school we had an English teacher nicknamed ‘Dracula’ who wore a long black cloak, and an RE teacher who set out to terrorise us with Old Testament rage and quotes from Oscar Wilde. At home my ultra-serious dad had a goon-crazy side where he’d imitate the voices of Peter Sellars, Spike Milligan and Harry Secombe.

Craziness was never far from the surface in such a conformist society, so my family engaged in long-running political arguments, often in deckchairs on the beach. Also there were numerous taboos, one of which my singing grandpa would break when he was drunk. In front of an audience he’d hold up a lit candle. Then he’d puff and splutter, pretending to have a lip deformity while trying, and failing, to ‘blew oot the candle’. This routine, making fun of disabled people, was common at that time in the NE. No one saw how unpleasant it was.

What I see now when I look at photos of my busy family is their drive to stand out. Their stamp albums, knitted hats and record collections were flags to be waved. There was an eagerness and perfectionism about everything they did, a desire to do well and get top marks. They were keen to fit in and yet determined to be different. And they cultivated their own patch as if their lives depended on it.

img143But my main point is that all these hobbies and activities involved a creative spark. They all took time and effort and stretched people in one way or another. What I think now is that ‘being creative’ or ‘using your talents’ isn’t necessarily about choosing something with high-art status. Some people suit caring or listening or DIY and some are better at writing novels. When everyone has to be a singer or writer it’s bad news for society. What matters is finding out what’s best for you.


  1. Love’s Register tells the story of romantic love and climate change over four UK generations. Beginning with ‘climate children’ Joe, Mia and Cass and ending with Hereiti’s night sea journey across Oceania, the book’s voices take us through family conflicts in the 1920s, the pressures of the ‘free-love 60s’, open relationships in the feminist 80s/90s and a contemporary late-life love affair. Love’s Register is a family saga and a modern psychological novel that explores the way we live now.
    • A signed copy of Love’s Register is available in pounds sterling here.
    • The paperback in other currencies is available here.                                                 
    • Ebook for Kindle in £s here and in $s here.                                                           
    • For other ebook reading devices here (all currencies). 
  2. Heaven’s Rage is a memoir that explores addiction, cross-dressing, bullying and the hidden sides of families, discovering at their core the transformative power of words to rewire the brain and reconnect with life. “A Robin Red breast in a Cage / Puts all Heaven in a Rage” – William Blake. You can read more about/buy Heaven’s Rage here.
  3. The Dream Speaks Back, written by Sue Hampton, Cy Henty and Leslie Tate, is a joint autobiography exploring imagination and the adult search for the inner child. The book looks at gender difference, growing up in unusual families and mental health issues. It’s also a very funny portrait of working in the arts, full of crazy characters, their ups and downs, and their stories. You can buy a signed copy of The Dream Speaks Back here



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