45 years after her death, a collection of letters and photographs that provide a glimpse into Agatha Christie’s private life has been made available.
These photographs show the legendary crime writer celebrating with friends her 81st Birthday on Dartmoor, Devon in 1971, five year before her death in 1975.
The 26 autographed cards and letters were sent to Elizabeth Callow (long-time friend)
A descendant of Ms Callow has now decided to put the archive up for sale with Chiswick Auctions of West London and it is expected to fetch £3,500.
These letters cover a lot of Christie’s later years, when her health began to decline.
Christie mentions her 1971 birthday and also talks about a snowy Christmas at Greenway, her Devon property.
She mentions her work occasionally. A letter from October 1970 mentions a shortage of copies her spy novel “Passenger to Frankfurt”.
45 years after her death, a collection of letters and photographs that provide a glimpse into Agatha Christie’s private life has been made public. These photographs show Agatha Christie (left) celebrating her 1981th birthday on Dartmoor in 1971. This was five years before her death in 1975.
The 26 autographed cards and letters were sent to Elizabeth Callow, the author’s long-time friend. A descendant of Ms Callow has now decided to put the archive up for sale with Chiswick Auctions of West London and it is expected to fetch £3,500
Christie is seen posing above as her picture is taken during the day out on Dartmoor with her friends to celebrate her birthday
Christie wrote, “I would send you Passenger from Frankfurt but I have no more – owing the birthday rush – and Collins are having their new edition out already.”
She told Miss Callow, in January 1971, about the Devon family Christmas that she had just enjoyed.
After returning to Winterbrook House in Wallingford (Oxfordshire), she wrote: ‘We just got back from a nice, but hectic, and snowy Xmas @ Greenway.
‘Very cold and frosty outside*Practically everyone had colds including the children, only I escaped. Perhaps germs don’t like the elderly.
In a September 1971 letter, she mentioned her 81st Birthday.
She said that she had a pleasant birthday in Devon, with a picnic and mild weather on Dartmoor.
The same letter also highlights her sense of humor.
She wrote: “I hope that I’ve got Elizabeth right!” Problems can arise when one relies only on the names of Christian friends – and because one communicates via telephone so that one doesn’t recognize handwriting –
Later in 1971, her health took a bad turn.
In a second letter, she wrote in October 1971 about breaking her hip from tripping on a rug.
Christie wrote about the day out and said that she had a pleasant birthday in Devon. She enjoyed a picnic and was able to enjoy mild weather on Dartmoor. She also highlighted her witty senses of humor in the same letter. She wrote: “I hope I’ve got Elizabeth right!” Problems can arise when one relies only on the names of Christian friends – and because one communicates via telephone so that one doesn’t recognize handwriting –
Taking a break: Christie is seen taking a rest on a bench after a long day on Dartmoor. Later in 1971, Christie’s health began to decline.
She wrote, “I fractured my hip in July. It had to be operated on. But I get along on sticks quite well. It was an idiotic act to tripped on a corner of a rug.
She mentions it again in May 2012 when she says: “I was also quite lame and had again to use sticks.”
‘My surgeon said my hip was perfectly all right – this was what he called an aftermath* Don’t bend too much in your market garden and put a hot water bottle to your back at night!’
Christie sold 300 million books over her lifetime, making her the most successful fiction writer of all time.
Postern of Fate was her final novel.
In 1974, she had a heart attack. She also suffered another serious fall. After that, she was unable write. In 1976, she was 85 years old.
The archive also contains 14 letters and cards from Max Mallowan, Christie’s husband as an archaeologist. These mostly cover work-related matters, since Elizabeth Callow was also a archaeologist. However, there is also a letter written after Agatha died, in which Elizabeth thanks Agatha for her kind words.
Christie sold 300 million books over her lifetime, making her the most successful fiction writer of all time. Above: These are the birthday snaps of Christie’s friends
Christie enjoys her lazy picnic lunch in Dartmoor’s tree. One friend lies flattened on his back while her female friends are dressed in light summer dresses.
Cracking open the fizz. Christie’s second husband Max Mallowan can be seen holding a bottle champagne as he takes his picture
This colour image shows Christie relaxing with her friends and pets next to a group of rocks on Dartmoor.
The smartly dressed group enjoyed picnic with beer bottles laid out on the grass. To stop the dogs running away, their leads were hung over a post.
Valentina Borghi from Chiswick Auctions said that the letters were an account of her private life. They don’t go into her work, but give us a glimpse into her private life.
“They have never been seen before, and they have been kept by Elizabeth Callow’s family, tucked away for years in the attic. They want them to go to someone who can enjoy them more.
‘Elizabeth Callow worked as an archaeologist, and also did research with Agatha’s husband Max Mallowan. This is how they met.
‘It was an intimate friendship, the letters cover around 20 years and she was also very close to Max, writing to Max when Agatha was gone.
“As a collection, we think this could do really well. Agatha Christie has a strong reputation on the market. Autographs by her are not common.
“Collectors” really need to wait to get anything from her.
“With the Death on the Nile film, which was due to be released last spring but was delayed due to Covid’s interference, I think there will again be an interest in her work.
The archive will be available for sale in London on November 9th.
The archive will be sold at Chiswick Auctions in West London on November 9, 2009. Valentina Borghi, Chiswick Auctions, stated that the letters were an account of her life, and what she was doing. Although they don’t really go into the work of her, they provide insight into her private world.