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December 11, 2016

Pomanders and the Plague

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Early December is busy for any academic, so just about the only handcrafted Christmas decoration/gift I can manage is the humble pomander. I wrap rubber bands and ribbons around oranges and lemons as Martha Stewart advises, and then stick in the cloves. But it doesn’t matter how many beautiful photographs of Martha’s Christmas vignettes I peruse for pomander-inspiration, I’m always going to think about the plague when I make these things. Given the contemporary belief in the s...

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Published on December 11, 2016 23:49

December 10, 2016

Maj. Buel Palmer, 16th New York Infantry, On the Battle

Bull Runnings

We are permitted to make the followin extracts from a letter from Maj. Buel Palmer, 16th Regt. To his wife, dated.

Camp near Alexandria, July 22.

My Dear Wife: You will see by the heading of this short note that I am again back at the old Camp. All of the 16th Regiment are safe, only one wounded. Lieut. Hopkins was shot in the foot, a slight wound; he will be about again in a few days. * * *

Thursday we took up our line of march for Centreville where Gen. McDowell’s army was to...

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Published on December 10, 2016 07:00

Edgar – The Boy Who Wouldn’t Be King

History... the interesting bits!

edgar_the_aetheling Edgar the Aetheling

Edgar theÆtheling was the only son of Edward the Exile and his wife, Agatha. His father was the son of Edmund II Ironside, king of England in 1016; Edward’s grandfather was, therefore, was Ӕthelred II (the Unready) and his uncle was Edward the Confessor, England’s king from 1042 until 1066. When his father was murdered in 1016 Edward and his younger brother, Edmund, were sent into exile of the continent by England’s new king, Cnut.

It is...

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Published on December 10, 2016 06:59

The Journey Begins…

London Wlogger

Welcome to the London Wlogger! Thanks for joining me on our journey around the great city of London, exploring its hidden gems, places and sights all on foot.

I think we’re too dependent on public transport in London, we’d rather take a tube to get us 2 minutes from Victoria to Green Park than take a little longer on foot to experience the beauty of walking past Buckingham Palace and through Green Park itself.

Each time this blog, or wlog, (see what i did there!), will take yo...

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Published on December 10, 2016 06:53

December 9, 2016

Ike ’52: The Best known Candidate of All

Presidential History Blog

president-ike President Eisenhower

Dwight David Eisenhower was past 60 when he ran for President in 1952.

Ike: Boy to Man

ikesiblings Ike (far left), his parents, and his tight knit family of six fine boys.

There is virtually nothing in the early years of Dwight David Eisenhower (1890-1969) that would point to the glories of his maturity. He was a farm boy, one of six fine, strapping sons born to a Pennsylvania-German family, who had relocated to Abilene, KS.

They weren’t poor, but they...

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Published on December 09, 2016 18:19

“Worth Crossing the Atlantic to See” –The Windmill Point Hospital

Mysteries & Conundrums

From John Hennessy:

It was the largest single hospital the Fredericksburg area has ever seen–more than 400 tents and 4,000 patients perched on a windy flat on what we know today as Marlborough Point in Stafford County. The Union army in 1863 called it Windmill Point Hospital. Work on the hospital started three weeks after the Battle of Fredericksburg, but the purpose of the place was not to care for the wounded. Rather, the hospital became the destination for the sick...

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Published on December 09, 2016 18:18

December 8, 2016

Hard Graft & Grasshoppers: Irish Homesteaders in 1870s Nebraska

Irish in the American Civil War

The middle of the 19th century saw substantial numbers of Irish emigrants journeying west in search of land and livelihoods. One of their destinations was the Nebraska Territory, which was organized in 1854. Newspapers like the New York Irish-American Weekly kept their readers in the east informed of events there from the earliest days of settlement, and reported on the potential opportunities and pitfalls of making a home on the frontier. Irish emigrants went...

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Published on December 08, 2016 07:21

Currer Woods Rock Carving, Steeton And Eastburn, West Yorkshire

The Journal Of Antiquities

Currer Woods Rock Carving, near Eastburn, West Yorkshire. Currer Woods Rock Carving, near Eastburn, West Yorkshire.

OS grid reference: SE 02514 43844.A very strange little rock carvingalmost hidden awayin a secludedcorner of a field at thesouthern edge of Currer Woods,at Steeton, west Yorkshire. This seems to be one on its own, andthere don’tappear to be any other carvingsatthis location, although you never know. To reach the stone carvingwalkup the footpath on the opposite side of the B6265 road from Airedale Hospital...

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Published on December 08, 2016 07:19

The Vanishing of Agatha Christie

A R T LR K

“Do you know the feeling you have when you know something quite well and yet for the life of you can’t recollect it?”, is the opening line in Agatha Christie’s semi-autobiographical novel Unfinished Portrait. The book was published in 1934, eight years after her mysterious disappearance from her house in Sunningdale.

51-j5kb1IMLOn the 3rd of December 1926 around 9.30pm, Agatha Christie kissed her sleeping daughter Rosalind goodbye, then went outside, climbed into her Morris Cowley and drove...

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Published on December 08, 2016 07:18

Why we need Santa more than ever…

historywithatwist

christmas-truce-courtesy-of-imperial-war-museum British and German troops during the Christmas truce in 1914 (pic: Imperial War Museum)

You might have read before about the Christmas truce of 1914, that impromptu gathering in the mud of Flanders’ No Man’s Land when German and British soldiers downed weapons and greeted each other as men, not enemies. For a few hours, the din of brutal battle was forgotten and the bond of common kinship rekindled over a shared smoke or a bit of prized grub saved for that special day.

Th...

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Published on December 08, 2016 07:16