# 116 Hi, Ted. Although I'm supposed to be doing lots of other things, I decided to have a quick shufti at Kate Fleming's 1992 biography of her mother, Celia Johnson. Yes, you're right, two hours later I was still engrossed.
I only knew the Dame on a casual basis after an earlier introduction. She was always relaxed and if you spoke, you got her attention. However, I knew Ralph Richardson rather better and, in 1982, took the opportunity to nip backstage - hoping for a lift back to town - when he was touring with Celia Johnson at the Richmond Theatre (Surrey), prior to the Strand Theatre in the West End. "Hallo, old cock," said Sir Ralph, "what do you think about our chances in-town?" I was certainly aware that Celia, like another Home counties actress, Wendy Hiller, would only consider a six month run. Finis. I remember that CJ looked tired and I was quite shocked when told that she'd died, suddenly, only a few weeks later.
CJ was a home lover: she married writer Peter Fleming (brother of Ian) in 1935, and she shared a close relationship with him and their family. He died in 1971. So the trappings of celebrity; interviews and publicity, had little appeal for her. There was no question of a biography and this had to wait until 1991, when her daughter, Kate, did her proud. I see that a sticker on the bookjacket says, 'As serialised on Woman's Hour. ' A shrewd touch as this must have moved lots of copies from bookshops. It is unlikely that she would have excluded discussion of "Brief Encounter" in any interview; instead she probably suggested that her much wider career was likely to be more interesting. She'd had a good working relationship with director, David Lean, on "In Which We Serve" and played the suburban housewife in "This Happy Breed" with distinction.
Initially, she dreaded night location work at Carnforth as the winter of 1944/45 was particularly severe, hindering the Allies spearhead advance in Europe but, as a schoolboy, I remember many happy hours on my sledge at the time. She was happily accommodated at a hotel, overlooking Windermere, and the era of rationing was a little more liberal than in Oxfordshire. Husband, Peter, was on military service in India, so her spare time was devoted to correspondence, generously quoted in the biography. She even charmed the notoriously grumpy station master at Carnforth into inviting her to share his coal fire office. In one of her letters, she writes about the unexpected feeling of ensemble between cast and crew. She was constantly worried whether her performance was good enough. Kate Fleming nailed her qualities:
"David Lean has always given Celia credit for the success of the film.
Her acting throughout has great truth and subtlety. Her thin old-
fashioned upper-class voice speaking Coward's clipped dialogue, so easy
to imitate, is outweighed by her acting; the feeling she conveys transcends those
now ridiculous very English tones. There is a moment when she has to begin to
tell lies about what she has been doing, when deception comes into her life;
she looks at herself in the mirror, and it is clear from her look that she has never told
a lie before in her life - a simple point but so difficult to express. On another occasion
she decides, just as the train that she is on is pulling out of the station, to keep
an assignation with Dr Harvey (Trevor Howard) after all, in a flat that he has
borrowed, an assignation bound to consummate their affair; she distractedly jumps
from the train, runs down the platform, stops, collects herself, starts walking
and then breaks into a run. She did this sequence of movements on her own initiative
and David Lean thought it was marvellous; by rushing, trying to walk and starting
to rush again, she so clearly showed all her fears, hopes, excitement and worries.
He congratulated her and asked, 'Why did you do that?' 'What?' she said.
He explained and she said, 'Well, she would, wouldn't she?'
I was tempted to compare Celia Johnson's theatre work but this belongs on another
thread which remains verboten to me for some time. Honest, injun!