#Down Cemetery Road

[donotnomi]

🎉GREAT NEWS for Slow Horses and Mick Herron fans! 🎉 AppleTV+ is working on a TV adaptation of The Oxford Series, another book series by Mick Herron, author of Slow Horses!

[helmstone]

Down Cemetery Road to star Emma Thompson and Ruth Wilson

Down Cemetery Road to star Emma Thompson and Ruth Wilson

Good news from Apple TV+ for fans of Mick Herron’s Slow Horses — his first novel Down Cemetery Road is being adapted as a TV series, starring Emma Thompson and Ruth Wilson. You can read all about it here. Here’s everything you need from the press release: Thompson (who is also executive producer) plays struggling Oxford private eye Zoë Boehm, alongside Ruth Wilson as Sarah Tucker, who becomes…

[vickster51]

Most Anticipated TV Shows of 2025

Here are my Most Anticipated TV Shows of 2025! Is yours here? Maybe you'll discover something new too.

With my look back at 2024 complete, it’s time to look ahead to what’s in store in television, film and theatre in 2025. I’ve already posted my Most Anticipated Films 2025, so now I’m turning to TV shows for the upcoming year. I’ve separated this post into returning series and new series and where the date and channel/streamer is known, I’ve added that information too. Returning Series The Last…

[pre-dawn-silhouettes]

one thing about me is i LOVE to dilly dally

[mer-se]

made a wholeeee smorgasbord of random foods and had a nice lil dinner with my niece. Let my indoor cat run around in the snow (she hated it)….I also ran around a bit….

[5eraphim]

last night the restaurant was hella busy and i was there over an hour after closing to finish up, BUT!it was all whimsical and foggy and mysterious that night i extended my walk home to walk thorough the power plant/cemetary/some abandoned buildings.

i had my nicole dollanganger mix playing for my morose woman wondering (AKA a hot girl walk for ugly girls who hate leaving the house before the sun sets.)

here are some of photos taken from that walk

🖤🌫️🪦🎧🕸️🌌

(this was about 9-10 at night + 35 degrees // 21-22 + 1.6 celsius )

not certain how far i walked, i think it was like 2.5 miles//about 4 kilometers? give or take?

[gu6chan]

just tried biking all 13ish km of the road i live on right now since the weather is decently nice and funny enough

1. I've known this road since I was like 4

2. I've never seen the other half of it till today. im 27

and oh my GOD i was not expecting to be hit back to back with four steep as SHIT hills. Like I saw the first one and am like "Oh! What a nice little challenge, it's like the hill I bike up when I come home from town" and then RIGHT a couple feet after is ANOTHER and im tired but rev myself up like "I do it every day I can make it" and for a while it's all chill until i see the biggest hill of my LIFE going right down into a four-way pass and am like "oh my god"

Anyways I get pass that and there's an even bigger one right on the other side and knowing how dead it is, i decide to risk it and ZIP right through there but this bastard is so big and im so tired i have to hop off my bike like "yeah. im turning back after this" and i did 😭 i didn't make it y'all...... I had another 6km to go why is this road so fucking LONG

[altruistic-meme]

no sky colors for me :( but I did still take some pretty photos of the stars!!! and also just enjoyed looking at them since I don't see nearly as many now bc of living in the city :)

[click on image + turn up brightness for best quality and details 👌]

[goodwillfidgetspinner]

environmental storytelling

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1943 – Death of suffragist, trade unionist and Irish independence activist, Winifred Carney, in Belfast.

Close to the entrance of Milltown Cemetery is a limestone monument which marks the grave of a remarkable woman – Maria Winifred Carney. Winnie was born in Bangor, Co Down, but moved to the Falls Road in Belfast at an early age. She was born into a fairly comfortable family, and was one of seven children. Her mother and father Alfred and Sarah, were estranged, therefore, Sarah, was left to rear…

[ocotllo]

that is why you're meant to invest your profits back into the community to restore their rail system silly

[parakeetpark]

Really bad POTs flare up so I've mostly been lying down with my legs raised all day

But I finally managed to sit up for 5 minutes and not have my pulse skyrocket, so that's positive. Also, I haven't been beating myself up too much about not 'being productive'

[beggars-opera]

On the road leading into the center of Concord, Massachusetts, there sits a house.

It is a plain, colonial-style house, of which there are many along this road. It has sea green and buff paint, a historical plaque, and one of the most multi-layered stories I have ever encountered to showcase that history is continuous, complicated, and most importantly, fragmentary, unless you know where to look.

So, where to start? The plaque.

There's some usual information here: Benjamin Barron built the house in 1716, and years later it was a "witness house" to the start of the American Revolution. And then, something unusual: a note about an enslaved man named John Jack whose epitaph is "world famous."

Where is this epitaph? Right around the corner in the town center.

It reads:

God wills us free; man wills us slaves. I will as God wills; God’s will be done. Here lies the body of JOHN JACK a native of Africa who died March 1773 aged about 60 years Tho’ born in a land of slavery, He was born free. Tho’ he lived in a land of liberty, He lived a slave. Till by his honest, tho’ stolen labors, He acquired the source of slavery, Which gave him his freedom; Tho’ not long before Death, the grand tyrant Gave him his final emancipation, And set him on a footing with kings. Tho’ a slave to vice, He practised those virtues Without which kings are but slaves.

We don't know precisely when the man first known only as Jack was purchased by Benjamin Barron. We do know that he, along with an enslaved woman named Violet, were listed in Barron's estate upon his death in 1754. Assuming his gravestone is accurate, at that time Jack would have been about 40 and had apparently learned the shoemaking trade from his enslaver. With his "honest, though stolen labors" he was then able to earn enough money to eventually purchase his freedom from the remaining Barron family and change his name to John, keeping Jack as a last name rather than using his enslaver's.

John Jack died, poor but free, in 1773, just two years before the Revolutionary War started. Presumably as part of setting up his own estate, he became a client of local lawyer Daniel Bliss, brother-in-law to the minister, William Emerson. Bliss and Emerson were in a massive family feud that spilled into the rest of the town, as Bliss was notoriously loyal to the crown, eventually letting British soldiers stay in his home and giving them information about Patriot activities.

Daniel Bliss also had abolitionist leanings. And after hearing John's story, he was angry.

Here was a man who had been kidnapped from his home country, dragged across the ocean, and treated as an animal for decades. Countless others were being brutalized in the same way, in the same town that claimed to love liberty and freedom. Reverend Emerson railed against the British government from the pulpit, and he himself was an enslaver.

It wouldn't do. John Jack deserved so much more. So, when he died, Bliss personally paid for a large gravestone and wrote its epitaph to blast the town's hypocrisy from the top of Burial Hill. When the British soldiers trudged through the cemetery on April 19th, 1775, they were so struck that they wrote the words down and published them in the British newspapers, and that hypocrisy passed around Europe as well. And the stone is still there today.

You know whose stone doesn't survive in the burial ground?

Benjamin Barron's.

Or any of his family that I know of. Which is absolutely astonishing, because this story is about to get even more complicated.

Benjamin Barron was a middle-class shoemaker in a suburb that wouldn't become famous until decades after his death. He lived a simple life only made possible by chattel slavery, and he will never show up in a U.S. history textbook.

But he had a wife, and a family. His widow, Betty Barron, from whom John purchased his freedom, whose name does not appear on her home's plaque or anywhere else in town, does appear either by name or in passing in every single one of those textbooks.

Terrible colonial spelling of all names in their marriage record aside, you may have heard her maiden name before:

Betty Parris was born into a slaveholding family in 1683, in a time when it was fairly common for not only Black, but also Indigenous people to be enslaved. It was also a time of war, religious extremism, and severe paranoia in a pre-scientific frontier. And so it was that at the age of nine, Betty pointed a finger at the Arawak woman enslaved in her Salem home, named Titibe, and accused her of witchcraft.

Yes, that Betty Parris.

Her accusations may have started the Salem Witch trials, but unlike her peers, she did not stay in the action for long. As a minor, she was not allowed to testify at court, and as the minister's daughter, she was too high-profile to be allowed near the courtroom circus. Betty's parents sent her to live with relatives during the proceedings, at which point her "bewitchment" was cured, though we're still unsure if she had psychosomatic problems solved by being away from stress, if she stopped because the public stopped listening, or if she stopped because she no longer had adults prompting her.

Following the witch hysteria, the Parrises moved several times as her infamous father struggled to hold down a job and deal with his family's reputation. Eventually they landed in Concord, where Betty met Benjamin and married him at the age of 26, presumably having had no more encounters with Satan in the preceding seventeen years. She lived an undocumented life and died, obscure and forgotten, in 1760, just five years before the Stamp Act crisis plunged America into a revolution, a living bridge between the old world and the new.

I often wonder how much Betty's story followed her throughout her life. People must have talked. Did they whisper in the town square, "Do you know what she did when she was a girl?" Did John Jack hear the stories of how she had previously treated the enslaved people in her life? Did that hasten his desperation to get out? And what of Daniel Bliss; did he know this history as well, seeing the double indignity of it all? Did he stop and think about how much in the world had changed in less than a century since his neighbor was born?

We'll never know.

All that's left is a gravestone, and a house with an insufficient plaque.

[wizfurb]

The good thing about work being so physically demanding is that I easily walk a minimum of 5km a day, and walking is my ideal form of exercise. But the bad thing is that I’m too tired to take an actual scenic walk in my off time… I used to go to parks and see a lot of dogs, or walk by the river. Now I am only power walking under the fluorescent lights of the supermarket.

[bee-in-a-box]

urrrrgh I NEED to explore my neighborhood more

[valliantknight]

worried a ghost followed me home from the thrift store last week.. so i went back to the thift store to try bring it back like pssspsssspsss if theres something at home pls follow me again