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13 September 2012 @ 05:01 pm
I recently read a book by John Ashdown-Hill about the last days of Richard III, who died in battle on August 22, 1485. In it, he also traces what happened to Richard's body after the battle. He was buried in Greyfriars (Franciscan) priory in Leicester. Most books report that his body was dug up and thrown in the River Soar at the dissolution of the monasteries. Ashdown-Hill traced that story back to its origin, and points out that in fact the person who wrote about it was so un-knowledgeable that he confused Greyfriars with the Blackfriars priory (the Dominicans) which was in a different location in Leicester.

Anyway, Ashdown-Hill said that the odds were that in fact all that happened was that the memorial and such above the king's grave were taken away, but the body itself was left in place, and cites evidence such as Sir Christopher Wren's father, who reported that the man who bought the land on which Greyfriars had been, had a pillar in his garden that said basically, "Here lies the body of Richard III." Ashdown-Hill said that the current site was a carpark for some government office in Leicester, and that he hoped some day it would be excavated. He even tracked down surviving descendents in the female line of one of Richard's sisters.

Well: http://www.thisisleicestershire.co.uk/Richard-III-dig-Eyes-world-Leicester-Greyfriars/story-16893072-detail/story.html

They've found bones of a man killed in battle right at the site of Greyfriars. They're doing DNA testing.

I'm stunned.

(Clearly. I've had to edit this thing twice).
Current Location: messy office
Current Mood: on tenterhooks
Current Music: triumphant chimes, oh wait that's in my head
20 August 2012 @ 09:52 pm
A while back I was gathering books about tea rooms (I love the very concept of tea rooms) and came across one by Jan Whitaker called TEA AT THE BLUE LANTERN INN. It's a social history of the tea room, with one of the best cover designs I've seen in ages.

Then I found another book by that author, about department stores and how they affected American culture: SERVICE AND STYLE.

I just finished reading GIVE THE LADY WHAT SHE WANTS, a book from the 1950's about Marshall Field's. (I've only every been to Chicago on the way through to somewhere else, and once on a visit so brief I didn't have time for anything but a job interview, but I've read Emily Kimbrough's THROUGH CHARLEY'S DOOR, and this book, and once ate [though not all at once] an entire box of Frango mints. And if any of you know personally any of the barbarian louts who decided to take away Marshall Field's and make it Macy's, be so kind as to give that lout a look of icily venomous contempt and point out to him his barbarian loutishness. But I digress). That reminded me of Jan Whitaker's books, so I decided to check to see if she'd written a new one. She has one about great department stores, mostly in Europe; but also she has an absolutely fascinating website: http://www.janwhitaker.net/ Go! Read! I'm planning to immerse myself in her restaurant history blog first.
Current Location: in messy spare room
Current Mood: fascinated
Current Music: computer humming
03 March 2012 @ 06:36 pm
I love Marshmallow Fluff, that lovely cloud of white in a jar with pale blue label. It makes the most wonderful fudge (and I also have an old recipe book from that company showing how to make a cake with toasted marshmallow frosting). Years ago I would sometimes make Fluffernutter sandwiches, but basically I love just eating the stuff by the spoonful! (Sweet, sweet, sweet, but no fat calories, at least).

Unfortunately, I can't find it at any of the stores where I shop. They have what they consider the equivalent made by other companies. But to me, they're not the equivalent; they are shoddy little imposters.

Fortunately, I found out you can but the stuff online, directly from the company! And they even have it in flavors - raspberry and strawberry. I haven't tried those yet, because the plain stuff is so good, but perhaps I will someday. They have a neat website, with the history of the company, the Fluffernutter song
, pictures, all kinds of stuff. Also their newest recipe book, online (I should print it out one of these days, since the one I have is from the 1930's).

Meanwhile, having finished the six jars I ordered before (making fudge for Christmas presents, and one of the toasted-marshmallow-frosting cakes) I've just ordered another twelve jars.

So hail to thee, luscious Marshmallow Fluff!!!
Current Mood: nostalgicnostalgic
24 April 2011 @ 07:47 pm
Happy Easter, everybody!

The Sequence from the Mass today:
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Christians! to the Paschal Victim offer your thankful praises.

The Lamb the sheep redeemeth: Christ, who only is sinless, reconcileth sinners to the Father.

Death and life contended in that conflict stupendous: the Prince of Life, who died, deathless reigneth.

Speak, Mary, declaring what thou sawest wayfaring.

"The tomb of Christ who now liveth: and likewise the glory of the Risen.

Bright Angels attesting, the shroud and napkin resting.

Yea, Christ my hope is arisen: to Galilee He goeth before you."

We know that Christ is risen, henceforth ever living: Have mercy, Victor King, pardon giving. Amen. Alleluia.
23 April 2011 @ 11:29 pm
Jade posted a wonderful homily from long ago, and so I thought I'd post about the Mass, too. (With an attempt to do an lj-cut to keep from overwhelming your friends page):

For the past several weeks the traditional Latin Mass has used the beautiful Preface of the Holy Cross: Read moreCollapse )

The Easter Mass also has beautiful parts that give me chills. I'll post them tomorrow, since my Missal's in the car and it's lashing down rain right now.
17 January 2011 @ 09:37 pm
As well as the I-hope-it-wins-the-Oscar-for-best-picture The King's Speech, I also watched a movie on DVD this weekend. "Summer Holiday," from 1963, I think, starring Cliff Richard and featuring the Shadows, his backup band. It is one of those nice, harmless, fun, pleasant, enjoyable musicals from before rock and roll decided it had to be Significant and Deep, and so many movies got skeevy. I've been on an early rock'n'roll kick lately - been listening to Buddy Holly (and True Love Ways just turns me into a big (sadly, *very* big) mushy, happy blob), and Ritchie Valens (I still can't get over the fact that he was *seventeen* when he died), and Cliff Richard. Who seems to have covered several of Holly's and Valens' songs. But then, he's had time to do it.

Also, I got my copy of vol. 1 of the new reprinting of Prince Valiant - the 1937-38 pages. http://www.amazon.com/Prince-Valiant-Vol-1-1937-1938/dp/1606991418/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1295321786&sr=8-1 *Gorgeous*!
16 January 2011 @ 08:20 pm
I went to see the movie "The King's Speech" today. It was excellent - very well acted, historically accurate (I kept hearing lines that I had read in various biographies), moving; superb. Go! See it!

(The only thing that niggled at me was that George VI and Queen Elizabeth both had blue eyes, and they were brown in the movie... Okay, okay, nitpicky but I couldn't help it).
21 October 2010 @ 10:02 pm
Apropos of absolutely nothing:

I want to buy a printing press. An old one. I have a drawerful of old sort of 1920's Art-Deco-ish type that I bought at a flea market some years ago for a ridiculously low price (mercifully, they didn't charge by the pound). (I asked how much it was, knowing I couldn't afford it, and it was the equivalent of about $25. I was stunned. The woman who was selling it immediately said, "And I can't break it up and sell only some of the letters." "Well, of *course* not!" I exclaimed, outraged. But apparently a lot of people wanted only a few letters. Philistines.)

Anyway, now I need to buy the frames that hold letters together and all like that. And a press. With which to print. And I so wish I could do the beautiful old lithography they used to use on children's picture books. Perhaps I shall win a major lottery, and then I will do just that.

Also, for various reasons the thought of miniature books recently came to mind. I have some - like Maurice Sendak's Nutshell Library, and some others. I think it would be fun to print miniature books. They could be bound as hardcovers; or they could be done as folded-and-stapled, if they were done nicely. It occurred to me that I could write little stories and draw little pictures (or hire somebody who has, you know, actual artistic ability, to do the drawing) and then make little rubber stamps out of them and *stamp* the books. And then hand color them. Wouldn't that be fun?

Also, regarding paper - I was buying something at JoAnn Fabrics and MegaHugeEnormous Craft Store and found two of the prettiest embossed papers. One is sort of antique gold, with acanthus-like swirls, and one is turquoise on gold, with a floral and vine-y pattern. Which reminded me again that I need to gather the rest of the stuff I need to make marbled paper and paste papers. Which, come to think of it, I could then use as covers for the little books, and thank you, Mr. Newbery, for the idea.
Current Location: living room
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
Current Music: the hum of the refrigerator
13 October 2010 @ 09:45 pm
Someone sent these to me years ago, and they still make me laugh.


Each simile listed below was [allegedly - I can't vouch for it!]
actually used by high school students in their various essays and short

He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy
who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those
boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at
high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one
of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to
dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door
open again.

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling
ball wouldn't.

McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled
with vegetable soup.

From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie,
surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and
"Jeopardy" comes on at 7 p.m. instead of 7:30.

Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.

Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center.

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry
them in hot grease.

Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie,
this guy would be buried in the credits as something like "second tall

Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers race across the
grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left
Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at
4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on
a Dr Pepper can.

They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that
resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had
also never met.

The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of
metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.

The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon.

His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like
underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
Current Mood: gigglygiggly
16 March 2008 @ 12:57 pm
I honestly don't understand how some of you do it - post so regularly, and so much. I don't even have time to read my Friends Page most of the time (you may have noticed a couple of comments from me posted because I just did finally manage to do that).

Chatting in Chatzy's different - choppier, no need to organize anything.

So - much as I would like to say, "I will post more often in the future," I know I won't do it, and so I won't say it.

I am looking around the living room, where I'm sitting, and pondering all the things I need to do just in this room; and then multiplying that by all the other rooms in my house; and then having palpitaitons.