Tuesday, November 5, 2019
The Royal Escape from Brighton by Rosemary Morris
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The Royal Escape from Brighton
The town in which my next Classical Regency Romance, Saturday’s Child is set
Today, visitors flock to Brighton to visit George IV’s Royal Pavilion, to shop in The Lanes as well as enjoying everything else the vibrant seaside town has to offer. Less well known are the events which took place there during the English Civil War when family loyalties either to the Crown or Commonwealth split them apart.
Bodiam Castle was damaged by Commonwealth soldiers who also destroyed Arundel Castle. Without any prominent Royalists in the area it seems most landlubbers, fishermen and their families favoured the Commonwealth. Nevertheless, some landowners and well-to-do traders supported Charles II.
After Commonwealth troops defeated the royalist army at the Battle of Worcester on the third of September 1651, except for Lord Wilmot, Charles II dismissed his followers. The distinctive two yards tall, dark complexioned king was hunted but always managed to escape. Once he hid high up in an oak tree while soldiers search for him beneath it. Elsewhere the king was sometimes recognised but not betrayed. If he had been caught, he would have become a pawn or, maybe, like his father Charles I, have been beheaded.
On the thirteenth of October the king set out for Brighthelmstone, Brighton’s previous name, where Wilmot had been in contact with Colonel Gunter, the king’s loyal supporter. On the fourteenth his majesty was accommodated in the George Inn, and Gunter paid a merchant sixty pieces of silver to transport two illegal duellists, aka the king and Wilmot, across the English Channel to France. However, when Tattersall, the captain of the brig, met the king he recognised him but remained silent until they were alone, when he knelt and kissed the royal hand.
On the brink of departure from Shoreham, the king spent the night at Bramber a small village. There, after six weeks during which he hid in priest’s holes, slept on pallets on the floor and endured danger and discomfort, he almost encountered Commonwealth soldiers.
I can only imagine Charles II’s profound relief when he reached Shoreham harbour in time to board the brig and at 4 a.m. on the fifteenth of October and departed. Almost ten years later he returned to England where he succeeded to the throne.
Classical Historical Fiction by Rosemary Morris
Early 18th Century novels: Tangled Love, Far Beyond Rubies, The Captain and The Countess
Regency Novels False Pretences.
Heroines Born on Different Days of the Week Books One to Six, Sunday’s Child, Monday’s Child, Tuesday’s Child, Wednesday’s Child, Thursday’s Child and Friday’s Child.
(The novels in the series are not dependent on each other, although events in previous novels are referred to and characters reappear.)
Mediaeval Novel Yvonne Lady of Cassio. The Lovages of Cassio Book One
www.rosemarymorris.co.uk
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Monday, November 4, 2019
Mysterious Green Children by Katherine Pym
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Sign outside of Woolpit, Sussex |
I once saw a BBC production where
a village nurse found several children—brothers and sisters—alone in a house located
at the edge of town. Their parents were nowhere to be seen. They were desperate and hungry,
and all of them had orange skin. This stumped the nurse, until she realized
they ate carrots for sustenance.
Recently, I ran across an account
of a 12th century mystery yet to be resolved. A young brother and
sister appeared without explanation or reason in the hamlet of Woolpit in East
Anglia, during the reign of King Stephen. They wore clothing of
unknown origin and spoke a foreign language. The most peculiar difference:
their skin was green.
No one knows where they truly
came from. It is all very ‘unearthly’.
Two chroniclers tell the tale:
William of Newburgh, 12th century, who enjoyed chronicling the kings of
England. While writing of King Stephen, he threw in a paragraph or two of green
children.
From his manuscript, ‘…four or
five miles from the noble monastery of the blessed king and martyr, Edmund;
near this place are seen some very ancient cavities, called “Wolfpittes,” that
is, in English, “Pits for wolves,”’ (Hence Woolpit). …‘During harvest, while
the reapers were employed in gathering in the produce of the fields, two
children, a boy and a girl, completely green in their persons, and clad in
garments of a strange color, and unknown materials, emerged from these
excavations.’ (wolf pits)
The story goes on to say the
harvesters took the children to the village, but they would not eat anything
put before them, until at one point beans were brought in from the field. The
children, who were starving, grabbed the stalks, but there were no beans. The
villagers handed the children bean pods and they ate ravenously. They refused
all other foods until months later, they tried bread. As the children became
accustomed to other foods, their green color diminished. They learned English,
and were baptized.
Asked where they had come from,
they replied, ‘”We are inhabitants of the land of St. Martin, who is regarded
with peculiar veneration in the country which gave us birth.” Being further
asked where that land was, and how they came thence hither, they answered, “We
are ignorant of both those circumstances; we only remember this, that on a
certain day, when we were feeding our father’s flocks in the fields, we heard a
great sound,”’ which they likened to the chimes of bells. They had become
entranced and somehow found themselves in the Woolpit fields.
Lost Children |
The children were asked if people
of their land believed in Christ, and were there churches. They replied, ‘”The
sun does not rise upon our countrymen; our land is little cheered by its beams;
we are contented with that twilight, which among you, precedes the sunrise, or
follows the sunset. Moreover, a certain luminous country is seen, not far
distant from ours, and divided from it by a very considerable river.”’
The other chronicler, Ralph of Coggeshall, wrote of the green
children in the 13th century. His account seems to be separate from
Newburgh’s, and came from the man who looked after the children. According to
Coggeshall, the children were lost chasing their father’s cattle. They sought
refuge in a cave, but hearing the sound of bells, followed the chimes to
Woolpit.
The boy died not long after their
baptism, but the girl grew to adulthood where one source says she married a man
from King’s Lynn in Norfolk, and another that she married an ambassador of King
Henry II. Some said the girl, whom they called Agnes, never acted like the
ladies of the area. She was always different.
How the children came to Woolpit
is a mystery. If they had come from the sea, how did they find the village,
which is 18.6 miles from Ipswich, 37.2 miles from Aldeburgh, and 38.2 miles
from Dunwich. That’s a good ways on foot, even today. These children were very
young. How could they have traveled this far alone?
Imagine Little Green Girl |
The girl mentioned a river, but
there is no river in the direct vicinity of Woolpit. One source says there
is/was a river not far from Bury St. Edmunds. There is a River Lark near
Fornham St. Martin. Are there caves nearby? Where would the children have come
from where there is no direct sunlight, and everyone’s skin is green?
Explanations:
One is that the children suffered
from arsenic poisoning. Another, hypochromic anemia (chlorosis), which is an
iron deficiency, and would have made their skin green. Yet another theory postulates
they were the children of Flemish immigrants who were persecuted and
killed—possibly in the battle at Fornham in 1173. But how did the children
escape a battle? Why would they even be allowed near a battle?
Why was their skin green? Did
they wander the fields, eating beans until found?
I do not know. It is a mystery,
not so much that the children ate beans to survive, but that the land they had
come from was always in a dull murk. Where would that place be?
~*~*~*~
Thanks
to:
William
of Newburgh, The History of English
Affairs or Historia rerum Anglicarum, A history of England from 1066 to 1198,
The Great Library Collection by R.P. Pryne, Philadelphia, PA, 2015 & a
reprint from original publication of AD 1220.
Who
were the Green Children of Woolpit? https://www.quora.com/Who-were-the-Green-Children-of-Woolpit-2/answer/Spencer-Alexander-McDaniel
Author of historical novels set in 1660's London with one novel of the French Revolution.
Saturday, November 2, 2019
Life Is Good
Of course everyone knows that life is a constant change. We age, lose our job, or quit, or finally retire Ah, retirement - the Golden Years. Our children are raised, married, and on their own. Maybe we have grandchildren - and maybe, as in my case, you've been blessed with great grandchildren.
You finally have time for yourself, to travel, to enjoy life. At least that's the plan.
Sometimes life doesn't go as planned. Sometimes health issues arise and you have to set plans aside.
Recently the doctor put my husband on oxygen at night. He has COPD - emphysema to be exact. Comes from years of smoking. He was doing pretty well, or so we thought. He's gone through three pulmonary doctors - they keep leaving the practice and moving on to better things I guess. The first two kept telling him the longer he could stay off oxygen the better.
The first visit with the third doctor, he asked if hubby used oxygen at night. He seemed quite surprised when we said no. So he scheduled a test that would monitor his blood oxygen level while he slept.
Next thing I knew, Medical Supplier called to set up a time to drop off the oxygen. It would
have been nice if the doctor's office would have called and told him that. He had an appointment later that month to learn the results. Seems to me the results were obvious and I almost cancelled the appointment. Glad I didn't. After several nights using the oxygen, hubby started snoring - he hasn't snored in like forever - and he became very restless. I swore if he hit me in the back one more time I was going to take the oxygen tube and wrap it around his neck. No, I really wouldn't have done it, but it was tempting.
Thing is, I have enough trouble sleeping without someone punching me in the back and waking me . Needless to say, I spent many sleepless nights. Sleeping on the couch wasn't an option - it's only a love seat, and there aren't any other beds in the house. I was stuck with him. You'd think with a queen-size bed he'd have enough room to stay on his own side. But, no, he'd lay on his back and fling his arm out and bam, right in the middle of my back.
Turns out when they brought the oxygen they neglected to hook up the water bottle for humidity. Of course the doctor immediately wanted to do a sleep study, as he wrote out the prescription for the water bottle. We declined. Hubby doesn't have sleep apena. They brought the water that afternoon and walla, he's been sleeping peacefully ever since.
But... on a lighter note, life isn't always bad. My son recently got engaged and one of my granddaughters whose been trying to have a child is now getting one to adopt . The baby is due Nov.10th. Of course everyone is excited and my daughter had a shower for her in October.
A new baby girl is expected soon. And...we found out earlier this year, my grandson is expecting his second child Dec. 16th. Another girl. How exciting is all that?
So, life is good. Our church got a new pastor in September, we've been without one for two years. We had him, his wife, mother, and son for dinner a couple weeks ago.
They're from Colorado and never heard of perogi. I was more than happy to make some for them. We enjoyed the evening and they said they enjoyed the perogi, especially their little boy. In fact, we had them over again for cabbage and noodle and the little guy asked if I made perogi again. I said no and he said, "make them next time we come over, okay." Well of course i said yes. Next plan is chicken paprikash. Yes, I'm making them traditional Slovak dishes. Pastor's wife is Indonesian, but she seems to enjoy the food.
So, all in all, life is good.
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As the second youngest of six children, I always had a vivid imagination and loved to make up stories. I often sat and daydreamed about imaginary characters and lost myself in books and make-believe worlds.
My love of writing began as a teenager, but only recently pursued it seriously. With encouragement from fellow book-club members, NEORWA and my husband, I began writing and submitting my work.
Although Satin Sheets was my first published novel, I have over forty articles and stories published in magazines such as Good Old Days, Nostalgia, and Ohio Writer along with several online publications.
Besides teaching three writing courses for Long Story School of Writing, I taught a writing course at Cuyahoga Community College.
In my spare time, I enjoys spending time with my six children, fourteen grandchildren and great grandchildren. My hobbies include ceramics, knitting, quilting, and jewelry making. But after my family, my first love is writing. I reside with my husband of forty-eight years in Northeast Ohio. You can visit my website at: http://www.roseannedowell.com
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