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To Wales, with Love

My third and his first, we have made our first trip in retirement.

This stop, Wales, UK. Britain. The language was exciting, inspiring.

The lambs were adorable, they would jump and frolic, just like cartoon characters of my childhood!

The history was incredible, from Roman, to Medieval, Tudor and 18th century to today,

living the life of Matthews Street and the British Invasion revolution of innocent days when we were young.

The food and coffee houses were fantastic and the cuisine delicious!

And a little bit of wondering (just for fun, of course!)

But most of all, Wales was about people. People who connected with us on a daily basis. People we were introduced to, who welcomed us and made us feel special, but also accepted. For you I am truly grateful.

To David and Judith Rowe, we thank you from the depths within our hearts! To those you introduced us too, they made our trip a very welcome one to the country, Wales.

My heart belongs to you. I leave you to fly back to my home, but with a cushion around my heart, and my Daniel Owens book tucked in my bag, until next time.

Love, Kathleen


The House at Riverton

The House at Riverton (author Kate Morgan)

I chose it, from the hospital cart in the lobby, for it’s title.  I was captivated by the book all the way through.  Kate Morgan plays her hand well.  While I was able to figure out one mystery, the climax of the story came almost at the end.  Very well written.

The story line regards a lady’s maid, a poor child, whose mother once was a maid at Riverton.  It unfolds almost immediately with our heroine’s fascination with the children who visit the manor.

The aspect I truly enjoyed is how the author can capture the heart of the old person.  The lesson for me is that I need to pay attention, everyone is special.

“I like Sylvia.  She’s one of the few people able to look beyond the lines on my face to see the 20 year old.”

“…time erases real lives, leaving only vague imprints.  Blood and spirit fade away so that only names and dates remain. “

This is a true to life (fiction) novel about the ending of Victorian ways and Edwardian times.  Anyone interested in reading about how life once was will enjoy this New York Times Bestseller.  Well done, Kate Morgan!

Appealing the Death Penalty

I read in The New York Times today about the death sentence confirmed against deposed president Mohamed Morsi.  Several sentences later it states “the defendants now have the right to appeal through the courts.”

My thoughts turned back through time and Henry VIII, Queen Elizabeth I, and their death penalties issued.  Justice was swift, those condemned were allowed a final speech. Charles Radcliffe appealed to the queen that he only be beheaded, he’d been condemned to also bring drawn and quartered.  Of course, there is also Mary, Queen of Scots, who was under house arrest for 17 years, but once charged with treason, lost her head as well.  Or Lady Jane Grey, the 9 day queen.  

My point being, there wasn’t much in the way of appealing.  Especially not Henry VIII.  Waved his wrist, and moved on, or at least it seems…

Reading more on Mr. Morsi, the New York Times is very detailed.  

I am not advocating the death penalty, in lieu of lifetime imprisonment.  I tend to swing on that, so this is not what it is about. This is merely observation.  And thought.  Thoughts of the guilty, and of the innocent.

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One Woman’s Strength…another Book Review

The Other Queen, by Philippa Gregory

I enjoy the way Ms. Gregory writes the thoughts of others, others of so long ago.  It fascinates me that Mary, Queen of Scots (imprisoned at this writing by house arrest and Queen Elizabeth, her cousin) would feel the way she does:

“I am only twenty-six years old and I have lived three lifetimes already!  I deserve the highest place in the world and yet I occupy the lowest.  But still I am a queen, I am a queen three times over. I was born Queen of Scotland, I was crowned Queen of France, and I am heir to the crown of England…I am a queen: different rules apply for queens.  I have had to endure events as a woman that I would never even name as a queen.  I would not stoop to acknowledge them..I will never complain of it.  As a queen my person must be inviolate, my body is always holy, my presence is sacred.  Shall I lose that powerful magic for the benefit of moaning on about my injuries?  Shall I trade majesty itself for the pleasure of a word of sympathy?  Would I prefer to command, or do I long to whimper about my wrongs?  Shall I order men, or shall I weep at the fireside with other injured women?  Of course. The answer to this is simple.  Bien sur.  No one must ever pity me…I cannot be robbed of myself, I cannot mislay my own divinity.  I may be abused but I will always deny it.  Whether I am seated on a throne or wearing rags, I am still a queen…I am ordained, I am chosen by God.  How can they be so dense as to not see it?…I am queen till death.  It is not an office, it is not an occupation, it is an inheritance of blood.”

I enjoy Mary’s take on life.  She certainly had strength of character.  I admire that!  Oh to have just a little of that strength…


Henry VIII’s World vs. “Online Dating”

My current reading has taken me into the world of the Tudor monarchy and “dating” in 14th century England.

It all started quite innocently with a trip (two, in fact) to Wales and learning and seeing castles and reading of the past with Elizabeth I and then backwards, Henry’s’, Richards’, Edwards’, etc. that got me involved with British and Welsh history.

Reading of Henry VIII, Hans Holbein the Younger was the artist sent out to sketch the maidens to whom Henry was interested, or at least to discover the possibilities of such matches. There was Christina, Duchess of Milan, and Anne of Cleve’s, to name two. “Henry was delighted with the range of candidates” This was after Catherine of Aragon, the famous beheading of Anne Boleyn, and the death of his beloved Jane Seymour.

Henry had Hans traveling extensively ISO the next queen. Based on his sketches, family background, and ability to produce a prince, and then governmental negotiations, a wife would be chosen.

This reminded me of online dating: pictures are posted, we try to sell ourselves to each other, and hope to get a response. If it doesn’t work, we don’t understand why.

I guess things haven’t changed too much over the centuries, kings still try to change the rules, and we all still keep trying to find that love of our life.