The Queen’s Baby Sister

I know I say it a lot but really enjoy the people you find to write about; yer another lady of whom not much is known in regards to her personality as was the case with women at that time. I do hope she had some happiness in her third marriage.
She would have been a fascinating person to talk to about all she has seen and lived through.

History... the interesting bits!

Coat_of_Arms_of_Sir_Richard_Wydeville,_1st_Earl_Rivers,_KG Coat of arms of Katherine’s father, Sir Richard Wydeville, Earl Rivers, KG

Katherine Wydville (or Woodville) was born into relative obscurity. Her father was Sir Richard Wydville, a Lancastrian Knight who had made a shocking and advantageous marriage with Jacquetta of Luxembourg, widow of the king’s uncle John, Duke of Bedford. Born around 1458, Katherine was probably the youngest of the couple’s 14 or 15 children. Her eldest sister, Elizabeth, was already married to Sir John Grey and had 2 sons by him.

Little to nothing is known Katherine’s childhood. She did have at least one playmate; her sister, Mary, was just 2 years older than her and it is likely they were raised and educated together.

Katherine may have spent her whole life in obscurity were not for her sister Elizabeth and the fortunes of the Wars of the Roses. In 1461 Elizabeth’s husband was killed in the 2nd…

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Witchy Woman – the Fall of Eleanor Cobham, Duchess of Gloucester

Great blog on a fascinating woman

History... the interesting bits!

300px-Starborough_Castle Sterborough Castle, possible birthplace of Eleanor

Born around 1400 and probably at the castle of Sterborough in Kent, Eleanor Cobham was the daughter of Sir Reginald Cobham of Sterborough and his wife Eleanor, daughter of Sir Thomas Culpeper of Rayal.

As is often the case with Medieval women, nothing is known of Eleanor’s early life. She appeared at court in her early 20s, when she was appointed lady-in-waiting to Jacqueline of Hainault,  Duchess of Gloucester.

Jacqueline had come to England to escape her 2nd husband, the abusive John IV Duke of Brabant. She obtained an annulment of the marriage from the Antipope, Benedict XIII, and married Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester, in 1423. He would spend a large amount of their marriage trying to recover Jacqueline’s lands from the Dukes of Brabant and Burgundy.

120px-HumphreyGloucester Humphrey Duke of Gloucester

Humphrey was a younger brother of King Henry V and…

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The Wendy Bird and Dementia….Never forget the person inside💫✨🌟

THE WENDY BIRD

*Peter Pan and Wendy and its connection to my life with my mum…*
My mum was born in 1937 and was christened ‘Wendy’.

She was named after the famous character in the story ‘Peter Pan and Wendy ‘ written by JM Barrie, founder of The Great Ormond Street Hospital.
‘Wendy ‘ was the girl in Peter Pans life , who, when he was searching for his ‘Happy Thought’ to help him fly and take him from Neverland and the struggles of his life, flew with him out of Neverland to find something he had lost but wasn’t sure he needed..but eventually found, in London.
He initially found through a window , Wendy and her brothers (who became part of the Lost Boys…the boys who stood for all the orphans who had been left and forgotten by Adults or ‘Pirates’. )

Basically people who had let them down even if it was not of their doing.
When we grow up we try to clutch on to our inner child, the part of ourselves who represents utter joy, utter freedom…if we are lucky we can hold on to a part of this within ourselves .

But as we all know this cannot go on forever we all have to grow up. Be responsible….
Going back to my dear Mum, who now at 79 has dementia and has retreated to that childhood status….a mind that lives in the past joys of the freedoms of childhood and at the same time , feels the loss just like a small child of her parents….particularly her father now, who she was inordinately close too.
He too was an orphan, raised in a workhouse in London with no happy childhood freedoms …but still retained the joy and need for freedom, probably because of the restriction and privation of his own childhood and the separation from his brother and sister.
I often muse, now I’m a gran myself the reason why my mum was called Wendy.

A made up name …a rare name and yet one that suits her well.

She , I have realised throughout my entire life retained that ‘lost boy youth’ herself. Her joy, her need to be free but at the same time the sadness and rage towards a mother who didn’t understand her and was impossible to reach emotionally, and then , a Father who loved her utterly, and wanted to protect her from harm .

My father , I know now protected her from so much. He and I would discuss in my teens the need to ‘protect ‘ my mum from family emotional devastation….but it wasnt until he died I realised the extent of his ‘protection of the child within’ if you like.

Mum is an amazing lady has achieved so much as a mum, a role model when it came to learning, work etc which always had an aura shining from her, even pre dementia ….a aura of ‘Peter Pan’.

The need to keep the inner child and laughter alive.

 This I recognise in myself but have the other side too, reasoning as an adult like my dad.
So why did I start writing this you ask!?

Because on re reading ‘Peter Pan ‘ and his love for Wendy who became his touchstone to escape to another ‘great adventure’, I muse….why or what did my grandparents,particularly , I wonder my grandpa, see in my mum as a newborn, did he see the ‘Wendy bird’ in my mum?
I wish I could ask because of the nature of just the name itself, I can’t help feeling there was more to the naming than sheer chance.

Mum will always be my ‘Wendy bird’; for her love of childhood, her need for a loving parent , the joy of flying (albeit by plane) the feeling of her joy of life that she has passed on to me.

It highlights why we need to talk to our parents as people not just as parents, to understand them , their past helps us, our child(ren) and grandchildren to see us in a new light . A light always with a glow from Tinkerbell.✨💫

A light that somehow should never leave us even if it flickers faintly.

So look to your dreams, follow that star that leads you to wherever your ‘heart -home’ takes you in the mornings.
To live is an awfully big adventure.

Wendy taught me that.

The Sad Story of Little St Hugh of Lincoln

Mureder or Accident? The sad tale of little Hugh of Lincoln were the Jewish community guilty or scapegoats for prejudice. Fascinating reading from History The Interesting Bits

History... the interesting bits!

046 Lincoln Cathedral viewed from Lincoln Castle

While researching Lincoln this week I came across the unhappy story of Little St Hugh, a young boy whose death caused a lethal backlash of blame and recrimination which attracted the attention of the king, Henry III, himself.

The story revolves around a young boy called Hugh. Born around 1246 he  was probably 9 years old when he disappeared on 31st July 1255. No one seems to know who Hugh’s father was, or even if he had one – some sources suggest he was illegitimate – but his mother was a Lincoln lady called Beatrice.

According to reports young Hugh had been doing what all boys do at the age – he’d been out playing with friends. But when it got late the lad could not be found. His mother spent days looking for him and apparently was eventually told by some neighbours that…

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Yepton Estate Cottages Isn’t A Place It’s A Feeling!

Yepton Estate Cottages Isn’t Just A Place it’s a feeling!  

   
 It’s a cold rainy day, the winter drags on, the work has to be done, family has to be cared for but in my heart , the thing that keeps me smiling, keeps me filled with sunshine is the knowledge that a few thousand miles away there is an Island in the Caribbean. An Island I have had the good fortune over the last 20 years to visit, to make friends, to find my joy. This Island is Stamped now on my heart.It is Antigua. Last year I needed to get there somehow. It was June and after many years of staying in a Hotel in Five Islands, even though I was travelling alone, I wanted to experience the true feeling of mixing in with the Antiguans, to feel a teeny tiny part of being ‘A true Islander’. My problem was as a solo female how to do this and feel secure. I talked to my Antiguan friends and found..a true gem, the best of both worlds if you will. I found Gabriela and Douglas Luery at Yepton Estate Cottages in Five Islands , a part of the Island I knew well have friends there … From the first tentative enquiry with the delightful and ultra efficient Gabie, as she has now become to me, I knew it was the right place to try. She and her husband Douglas have created an oasis of sheer beauty tucked away from the City of St John’s. Between them they have created several self contained Caribbean style cottages using Douglas’ years in engineering and skills along with Gabies incredible efficiency, attention to detail and utter warmth and generosity of spirit. Need a taxi to meet you at VC Bird Airport? Sorted using the amazing Spencer. Need to hire a car? Tell Gabie what you need and joy of joys a car can be hired and delivered to you on the day you ask. Should you wish to hang on to the car longer? All sorted . The cottages are a delight with all that is needed. Good cooking equipment, lovely lounge area with TV,Music System , Safe, Free Wifi, dining area. A glorious Bedroom and Bathroom. All scrupulously clean. Don’t bother packing towels, there’s Bathroom Towels and Beach Towels in abundance. All this with a glorious wooden verandah wrapped around the outside with BBQ and hammock for swaying gently in, catching the warm breeze. The lawned gardens are gorgeous with a wee dipping pool surrounded by chairs and loungers. Perfect for that late afternoon chilled glass of beer or wine as you watch the incredible bird life flitting in the trees and the fishing lake in front of the cottages which separates you from the nearby beach, fringed with palm trees, flamboyants and hibiscus bushes . My first morning Gabie drove me to the nearby Epicurean Supermarket. An amazing Supermarket; one of the things I loved was chatting and joking with the local Antiguans as we chose our freshly cooked Salt fish and Ackee, Jerk chicken , rice and peas , sushi etc. There’s everything you need there including some very good wine! Then the drive back through St John’s Market Street and Corn Alley ,Cathedral ,Market Stalls full of life, to then meander past Heritage Quay along the seafront and return to your delightful air conditioned cottage, unpack, unwind on the hammock gazing at the cerulean sky. Once settled Douglas spent time going over all there is to do and see on the Island , the beaches, the restaurants , historical places of interest. When my hire car arrived, what joy to take the plunge and go for a leisurely drive by yourself in the afternoon sunlight. Just to stop and gaze at the beauty around you, to pop in on old friends on the Island. One extra thing which was a massive boon was the local mobile or cell that Douglas and Gabie supplied; which meant avoiding the usual hefty mobile bills on your own, but also knowing wherever you went you could contact either one of them . Simple idea but liberating as a sole traveller. Whilst there Gabie and Douglas had arranged a wedding on the beach for a young couple. I was lucky to be included in the celebration. Glorious food lots of laughter. That’s one thing you do at Yepton ,you laugh, you can chat or be as quiet as the teeny lizard that scurries past. The one problem I had was leaving. Had to be practically eased out of my Cottage with a bottle opener. Suffice to say I rapsed so lyrical about it to my husband Mike we went back together two months later for another glorious fortnight. Don’t hesitate going to this lovely place , don’t think either you can’t go after June for the weather is just as glorious. As I say it’s not just a lovely collection of buildings but it has a heart too and their names are Gabriela and Douglas Luery. Book now Yepton.com

Book Corner: Edward IV and Elizabeth Woodville: A True Romance by Amy Licence

You expressed the way Amy writes exactly spot on…it is as if she’s in the room talking to you. This couple are fascinating and beguiling . Just got my copy and about to start reading it. Great revie Was!

History... the interesting bits!

51T3oNzwxuLTraditionally it happened on May Day, early in the morning … two women slipped away from the manor house … They were a mother and daughter … They hurried on foot across the Wydeville land, towards the edge of the estate …. There stood a small priory or hermitage, dedicated to St Mary and St Michael … Waiting inside was a tall, athletic and distinguished young man in rich clothes, a priest and a choir boy and two gentlewomen, to act as witnesses. There, before this tiny group, Elizabeth Wydeville was married without pomp or ceremony to the King of England.”

It is the stuff legends are made of – and fairy tales. The story of how a penniless widow rose to become the Queen of England. After examining the lives of many of the characters of the Wars of the Roses and the Tudor period, author and…

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