Feature for The Oldie on Jennie Churchill who died aged 67 100 years ago

By Anne Sebba, The Oldie, June 2021

Feature for The Oldie on Jennie Churchill who died aged 67 100 years ago

Jennie Churchill, Winston’s American mother, died shockingly prematurely 100 years ago this month (eds 29 June 1921) after a fall down stairs. She was sixty seven and in the prime of life, newly married to a man twenty years younger and had finally found a way of earning money, one of her life long preoccupations. 

But how many people today, even those who idolise the man they consider Britain’s greatest prime minister and saviour of the nation from Nazi Germany, know who she was? If they know anything about her she is often maligned as a woman who had two hundred lovers, a suspiciously round number according to Churchill’s biographer Roy Jenkins, or a woman with a snake tattoo on her wrist, unproven. Above all, how important was her American influence on her son?

Even though Jennie died twenty years before her older son took the top job, it was Jennie who instilled in him an unwavering belief in his destiny. Jennie Jerome was the favoured second daughter of the New York stock speculator, entrepreneur and race course owner, Leonard Jerome, who made and lost several fortunes in the wake of the civil war. She was educated mostly in Paris and by the time she came to London she was quite a catch: a highly accomplished pianist, a well read, fluent french speaker and a stunningly beautiful woman who had learned to dress herself in gowns from M. Worth. Her teenage years in the french capital had also taught her to behave with the discretion of a true Parisienne, a mixture of attributes shared by few young English girls at the time. She was one of the first so-called Dollar Princesses – although in Jennie’s case there were not many dollars and she never became a princess – women whose new money was meant to store up dilapidated old British estates. These Anglo-American alliances (richly caricatured in Downton Abbey) have left a long shadow. There was widespread ignorance about American women as well as jealousy – mostly they had had a far superior education compared with their English aristocratic counterparts who were lucky, if they had a brother, to have had some rudiments of an education – that their habits and manners were described as ‘something between a Red Indian and a Gaiety Girl. Anything of an outlandish nature might be expected of her.’ They were often brash and overtly sexy (or, in contemporary terms, ‘bursting with snap’).

Jennie met Randolph at Cowes on the Isle of Wight and, after a whirlwind romance, the pair were married in a hurry in Paris in April 1874, one day after Jerome had sent the dowry. Winston was born seven months later. When Lord Randolph died in January 1895, Winston was a 20 year old military cadet who had done little to indicate a great future. However, Jennie immediately decided that, rather than live as a disappointed widow for the rest of her life, she was going to turn her adored firstborn into the success she had once hoped her husband would be and used every means at her disposal.

‘All my ambitions are centred in you,’ she wrote to him within months of his father’s death. And indeed they were, arguably to the detriment of her younger son, Jack.  As Winston wrote to her: ‘It is a pushing age and we must shove with the rest.’ She sent him important books to read, became his unofficial literary agent, social secretary and networker and, with great prescience, paid the fare which she could ill afford for him to travel to Havana. Here he joined Spanish troops involved in crushing a revolt and wrote about his experiences in the Daily Graphic, signed with his initials WSC. On his way out Jennie arranged for him to stop in New York to meet William Bourke Cockran, a former lover. Cockran, an Irish born Democrat, became a lifelong inspiration, mentor and father figure treating Winston as the son he never had. Studying Cockran’s speeches helped Winston become the orator which was such a critical part of his eventual wartime success.

After five years in the army, Winston turned to politics and writing, working briefly alongside his mother on a magazine they founded together, the Anglo-Saxon Review. He became Home Secretary in 1910, not a successful year for him as he faced rioting coal miners in Tonypandy, besieged revolutionaries in Sidney Street and opposed suffragettes as ‘the shrieking sisterhood.’

In 1915, after the devastating debacle over the Dardanelles when more than 115,000 British and Dominion troops were killed, his wife Clemmie commented that she thought Winston ‘would die of grief.’ It was Jennie who went to comfort him reminding him as he battled his famous black dog:  ‘Remember you are destined for greater things …I am a great believer in your star.’ 

But his star was nowhere to be seen during the interwar years, which he famously described as his wilderness years.  

Nonetheless in 1940, aged 65, he became Prime Minster, having convinced himself and the British public that he could undertake the task of defeating Hitler and that this was in a sense his birth right. Through his father, he was descended from the Duke of Marlborough and had Blenheim in his genes. (Alternative para below )

But it was Jennie, who probably had native American genes through her mother’s line, who had made him understand that it was his rich American ties of blood which mattered. Churchill never denied the likelihood of his mixed-race ancestry, in fact the romantic possibility rather appealed to him, and he used the emotional pull of being half American in the crucial fight to persuade US President Franklin Roosevelt to join the Allies in the fight against Hitler.

When he addressed both US Houses of Congress in December 1941 he specifically and poetically invoked his mother’s memory, ‘cherished across the Vale of Years.’

And yet history has not been kind to Jennie, often criticised as a bad mother.  Jennie was, in my view, not only the mother Winston needed but, as a diary for 1882, (which has recently come into the possession of Churchill College Archives), shows, she took a much more active part in her young son’s education than previously thought. She took him to the theatre and taught him to paint at a time when mothers of her class were expected to leave all that to a nanny.

Jennie, always glamorous and risqué, has been accused of extravagance but tried, after she became a widow, to earn a living in various unsuccessful ways. Her play, His Borrowed Plumes, not only lost her money but also a husband as George Cornwallis-West married the leading lady, Mrs Patrick Campbell. Finally, once married for the third time to the handsome but impecunious Montagu Porch, she discovered that by using her innate good taste and style, she could buy and redecorate houses, then sell them for a profit. Becoming an interior designer before the term was invented involved trips to Italy to buy unusual fabrics and furnishings and on one such trip she also bought some high-heeled shoes. Staying with a friend in the country, she forgot to ask the maid to score the soles, slipped and fell downstairs. Her sprained ankle turned into gangrene and she had to have her lower leg amputated. A few days later she suffered a sudden haemorrhage and died. Winston rushed through the streets, in his pyjamas, to be at her side. Throughout her life Jennie had been the biggest single influence on Winston; they wrote to each other constantly, advised each other, encouraged each other and supported each other. They were deeply and emotionally involved in each other’s lives even at times of national crisis.

To mark the centenary of Jennie Churchill’s death it is surely time to re-examine the rich and exuberant legacy of this American woman who gave Britain arguably its greatest ever war leader.

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