Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, 5th Baron Kenyon
(1917-1993), Museum administrator, book collector and trustee of the National Portrait GallerySitter in 5 portraits
Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, 5th Baron Kenyon
by Bassano Ltd
half-plate nitrate negative, 7 September 1938
NPG x16580
Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, 5th Baron Kenyon
by Bassano Ltd
half-plate nitrate negative, 7 September 1938
NPG x16581
Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, 5th Baron Kenyon
by Bassano Ltd
half-plate nitrate negative, 7 September 1938
NPG x16582
Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, 5th Baron Kenyon
by Bassano Ltd
half-plate nitrate negative, 7 September 1938
NPG x16583
Trustees and Senior Staff of the National Portrait Gallery
by Conrad Hafenrichter
bromide print, July 1984
NPG x129560
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David King
04 April 2021, 08:54
My wife worked for the Kenyon’s to care for his alcoholic wife in 1975. These were times when 'common' people, such as us were subjects to be subservient lackeys and always obey.
Lady Kenyon was not a nice person, once berating my wife for using the sausages from the shared freezer, as "Kenyon does so like his sausages! Shortly after we had ribeye steak from said freeze and this still was wrong. Although not under Kenyon's employment per say, he felt that he could still influence and interfere with our lives. Eventually he arranged for a Horse box to be brought around, all out belongings were loaded up and taken, along with us, to a remote caravan site somewhere in Flintshire and left to our own devices’ devises.
After this dreadful ‘eviction’ we never heard of Kenyon or his family again until I learned of his death... what a sweet moment,