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DIY CribsRon Mulroy owns up to the trials and tribulations of his obsession for making Christmas cribs over the past 30-odd years... parrots and all
Ron realised there was something missing from his life, and came to the conclusion that it was a Christmas Crib. He decided to make one. He set about making papier mache from memory, having half-watched an episode of Blue Peter. In his excitement he didn't wait until the papier mache had dried completely. "My eldest son smelled it and pointed out that things were moving. The whole landscape was sort of floating by this stage, and a green mould had appeared - there was a smell which was a cross between a brewery and newly-baked bread. I've never had a fermenting crib before and never had one since, thank God. But the green mould looked quite nice - I think it was penicillin so we always think of that as the penicillin Christmas". This early experience didn't deter Ron at all, indeed he decided every home should have a crib and started selling them. Another time Ron decided that he would 'do landscaping' by gathering wood & moss and bark from nearby woods. When he gathered his family around the crib to sing Christmas Carols, the warmth of his sitting-room brought a range of sleeping creepy-crawlies to life. They didn't get far with the carols that year, "Once the wood lice started to move so did the kids". Rob became ambitious and started to make his own figures. The big problem was always St Joseph, because he's generally standing up, and therefore defines the size of the crib. In one crisis year Ron built the cribs before he'd made the figures, and the result was tragically that Joseph didn't fit in. Parents complained, because whilst they could explain that there was no room at the inn it was difficult to convince children that there was no room in the stable either. Ron had to make new figures, using various little moulds so that his children could help (his wife's condition for allowing use of the kitchen table). He had Bambis and sheepdogs, and a parrot. Whilst he could accept the odd sheepdog, and Bambi at a push, the parrot was a bit of a problem. "The parrot was nearly as big as St Joseph, and however much we tried to hide him he dominated it. They didn't do well that year, the crib sales". Home-made disasters? Tell all...  |  |
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