Tasha Tudor created Tasha Tudor and Family Inc. over a cup of tea with Marjorie Tudor in 1999. Since then the Seth Tudor family has continued the family tradition of running a human-scaled business much like Tasha did in the 1950’s with the Ginger and Pickles shop at her home in New Hampshire. Here, you will meet the family and the staff that is like family.
Tasha Tudor (1915-2008), my mother, is well-known for her many illustrated books, her beautiful gardens, and her frugal, simple life-style; all of which were slightly distant from the modern world with its chaos and problems.
Yet, even though she appeared to idealize a past era, she strongly believed in the promise and hope of a better future where people make great efforts, both on an individual and a national level, to live within their means, protect our environment, and be at peace with all mankind.
I am one of the relatively few people who can say they grew up in Corgiville (Harrisville, New Hampshire, whose village center is the model for Corgiville). This is just one of several connections that serendipitously led me to the Tudor family's door.
I grew up in the Connecticut countryside of the 1950’s. Carefully tended farmland surrounded our spacious Victorian home, lovely, gentle Jersey cows grazed peacefully in lush pastures alongside a spirited, black stallion I came to call my friend. My sisters and I drank fresh milk with thick cream clogging the narrow necks of glass bottles; and in the spring the banks of a meandering stream turned blue with Quaker Ladies.
Tasha Tudor and I go way back….I just didn’t know it. She came back into my life in 1992. Her book The Private World of Tasha Tudor was just released. I put it as my number one choice on my Christmas list after seeing it. Something about her book pulled on me hard! The wild beauty I think.
I grew up next door to my grandmother, and called her Granny. Back then I was better acquainted with Granny than Tasha Tudor. She was always busy and in good humor, and always ready to have tea or bake cookies, though everyone knew she napped each afternoon between two and three and took care not to disturb her. She did say, however, that she didn’t mind hearing the lawn being mown while she rested, or the commission of other industrious projects, for example, splitting wood, or minor carpentry jobs.
I became intimately familiar with Tasha Tudor’s work and magic long before I knew her name. I was led to her at a very young age through the phenomenal film versions of The Secret Garden (1993) and A Little Princess (1995), which quickly became my favorite stories to watch, read, and make believe with. Growing up in the impressive but decidedly urban landscape of Chicago I longed to enter the lush, mysterious, and wild landscapes Tasha showed me through her illustrations. I read and reread these books and night after night I would pour over the drawings, dreaming of entering the scenes depicted as though each page was a magic portal.
Chicken whisperer, Ellie Tudor, often presents her extensive knowledge of chickens to visiting friends and tour guests. Her first book Roosters Crow and Hens Don’t can be found in libraries and private collections around the world. With an eye for detail and a gift for surprising the reader, Ellie wrote and illustrated her second book, Chicks Peep and Hens Don’t at age six (coming soon!). When not illustrating, Ellie can be found catching tadpoles, creating doll weddings and helping her sister on the trapeze bar.
Granny was quite the woman to grow up with. When I entered this family at age 5, I think she took one look at me with my long hair and bare feet and said, "perfect...a model." She was a hard teacher but a fascinating one. She exposed me to all my passions; fabric, baking, kitchen utensils, decorating for the holidays and gift making.
I had recently started working for Tasha Tudor and Family as a product packer when I found out I was pregnant. While I had lived in Marlboro, VT for nearly ten years prior to this time, I was only just beginning to get to know Tasha’s images and illustrations. As I packed her greeting cards and prints, day after day, I realized that I was quite struck by just how perfectly she was able to capture the Vermont scenery in all of its seasons: the bucolic gardens in June, the warmth of the hearth in snowy winter, the bounty of harvest in October.
I had another job offer in hand and a deadline for acceptance. The idea of meeting Tasha had been tossed around by a mutual friend, but would the meeting take place? How likely was it that I would meet and be hired by Tasha? Would I really be able to enhance my college gardening studies by working in her garden for the summer? I didn’t know, and I turned that first job down anyway.