#Sarah Rector

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Wow

👉🏿 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarah_Rector

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In 1913, 10-year-old Sarah Rector received a land allotment of 160 acres in Oklahoma. The best farming land was reserved for whites, so she was given a barren plot. Oil was discovered there, and she became the country's first African millionaire. She was so wealthy that the Oklahoma legislature legally declared her to be a European person.

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Random history of the day fb pagehttps://www.washingtonpost.com/history/2022/09/03/sarah-rector-richest-black-girl/

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En 1913, une fillette de 10 ans, Sarah Rector 1902 - 1967, s'est vu attribuer un terrain de 160 acres dans l'Oklahoma dans le cadre d'un programme d'attribution de terres. Les meilleures terres agricoles étant attribuées aux blancs, elle s'est vu confier un terrain considéré comme improductif. Cependant, on a découvert plus tard qu'il y avait du pétrole sur ce terrain, ce qui lui a permis de devenir l'une des premières millionnaires afro-américains du pays

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Sarah Rector: The 10-Year-Old Black Girl Who Became America’s First Black Child Millionaire

Sarah Rector: The Journey of America’s First Black Child Millionaire In the annals of American history, the story of Sarah Rector stands out as a testament to the unexpected turns of fortune and the complex interplay of race, wealth, and society in the early 20th century. Born on March 3, 1902, in the all-Black town of Taft, located in the Muskogee District of Indian Territory (now Oklahoma),…

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In 1913, 10-year-old Sarah Rector received a land allotment of 160 acres in Oklahoma. The best farming land was reserved for whites, giving her a barren plot. Oil was discovered there, and she became one of the country's first black millionaires

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All it says about Galen's reaction to Saville asking about what Oma means is that he laughed and showed a hint of admiration, but honestly I'm torn between picturing the "Jim from The Office with an engagement ring" meme or "that one dude wearing a wedding dress" meme

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A Court of Mischief and Purpose Chapter Sixteen (Loki x fem! Reader, Hiddlesverse Crossover Series)

Series Summary: Based on Sarah J Mass's A Court of Thorns and Roses series with the Tom Hiddleston characters. You are a woman of 1880's in Aldwinter in Essex, England, dying of tuberculosis. Never to be married to the local Lusty Vicar. When Loki appears to you and offers to heal you...if you spend a week of every month with him

Chapter Summary: Grendel arrives, as does Will.

Chapter warnings: Violence, mentions of death and blood, and implications of sexual violence but no actual scenes. Lots of angst and a cliffhanger at the end with a brief bit of fluff.

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A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

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A/N: This is technically a season one finale. But hoo boy is this continuing because I'm not evil. Also...everything that happens is inspired by Sarah J Maas's work. So blame her, ehehhehe.

A hand flew over your mouth. Your eyes took him in, the shock going like electricity through your body. The edges of your vision spin. It was Will- the long, curly auburn hair and goatee, the scarf, and his long coat with his dark sweater beneath. Handsome like any lady's fantasy. He went up to you. But you could not speak, taking him in. A few tears well up, the past feelings returning to you like a sudden wave from the sea crashing on you. Your heart could have burst from how much love and how much hate you could feel for one person in one moment. 

Grendel kept smiling, and then with a flick of his hand, lit torches appeared on the cave wall.

“The better for you to see your handsome vicar, my dear-should I leave you two star-crossed lovers alone?” he asked.

Will reached forward and held one of your hands that dropped to your sides.

“Y/N…are you alright?” he asked.

“Alright? Alright?! I’m before Grendel! I have never been less alright! And answer me, Will…what are you doing here? All the way here?!” you asked, your voice shaky.

You tore away from Will and went before Grendel. 

“Why did you bring him here?” you questioned. 

Grendel kept his smile. He conjured up a throne made of smooth cave rock and several lit torches to be on the wall. He sat on it and smirked, as if all of it was his castle. 

“I heard your story in whispers. The poor girl so desperate to save herself from dying she struck a bargain with a god. Becoming a whore for him to save her life. Healed, but left enchanted by him. Bound to go to him at least once a month. Until she fled for the god, leaving behind the poor rector who loved her …well…I decided to meet this rector and strike a bargain myself with him…”

With casual grace, Grendel walked down to you, grabbing your shoulders. Fingers digging in like claws. Turning you to your ex-fiancee. Will merely frowned with a serene sadness, his large hands in the pocket of his long coat. Grendel continued, his voice loud and theatrical.

“If he allowed me to let my army settle in his town, I in turn promised to give the vicar back his blushing-”

Grendel shoved you forward in Will’s direction.

“-bride!”

The force of the push sent you down to the ground. You landed there, the hard floor knocking the air out of you. Wil hurried forward and helped you up. His hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look right at him.

“Tell me, my dear- Has Loki hurt you?” he asked. “Grendel said he’d help! That he’d save you and bring you back home!”

You felt your jaw clench as you looked right into his eyes.

“Loki never once hurt me! You cried.

Grendel went to the throne and stretched his legs, swinging them both over the arms of the seat.

“Hmph must be the enchantment talking,” he commented.

You heard the grunts of the men and turned your eyes to the scene.

Loki got out his daggers. He swung them, gritting his teeth. The rings on his hand glittered in the dim light of the cave- for he was decorated even when fighting. You felt a small twinge of hope as he stabbed one man in the stomach and pulled it out. The spellbook and dagger were tossed aside, far from his reach. Loki then killed a second man, and then a third…But then immediately came another after another. 

Hal advanced on one with his sword, doing well but then a second came behind and he had to swing to fight. 

Jonathan's sword was knocked out of his hand, so he resolved to punch a soldier in the face, then grabbed him by the shirt and kicked him. Desperately going to grab the handle of his weapon. 

Robert fought well, his daggers keeping up and ducking the attacks of his soldiers. He quickly slit one throat but another went up from behind and grabbed him. 

Thomas was disarmed quickly. He laid a good punch but then they all grabbed him and held him back. 

Your heart ached and you gasped as one grabbed Jonathan. They began to punch his face with such force. Jonathan let out cries from the pain. Then they tossed him down and held him and kept punching him in the face, blood coming out.

“Listen, Mortal Girl…” Grendel began.

You turned around to face the mastermind behind all of this. An enigmatic smile on his face as his green eyes crinkled. 

“I must uphold my end of the deal. So I have one for you. Let me break that bargain. I have the magic to do it. Go back to this lovely town and this lovely man and stay there. You won’t cough blood and drop dead…but no more crashed weddings or monthly little trips you are bound to take…”

“And if not…” you voiced.

“Then I guess all of your little friends are dead,” Grendel answered.

Will dropped his jaw, his face becoming white.

You heard a cry and turning back, to your horror, they had Robert. They grabbed him and held his arms back. One whipped out a dagger and stabbed him in the foot. Robert let out a scream.

Feeling your teeth-baring, you whipped out your dagger. You took a step to the throne, pointing the blade at Grendel’s heart

“I’ll kill you first!” you threatened.

A couple of soldiers by his side stepped forward, but Grendel raised his hand at them to stop them. His arrogant smirk was still on his face. 

“Try me, my dear,” he dared. 

You threw the dagger forward at him, but it bounced off his chest as if he were made of stone far stronger than the blade with a “ching” sound. The dagger fell uselessly on the ground.

“The Cauldron made me untouchable. Try all you want- I will still live,” he said. 

Will approached Grendel, his brow ceased and his voice a little louder.

“You said you wouldn’t harm anyone!” he accused.

Grendel shrugged and let out a little laugh at him.

“I said I would get them back. I never said how I would get them back. But oh well- desperate times call for desperate measures”

You ran forward and picked up the dagger, gripping the handle. Your chest was tight and your hand shook as you sheathed it. 

Turning back, Hal was now caught, they took away his sword. He cried as a blade from a soldier laid a cut over his chest, his leather jacket bleeding.

“You can’t! These men…. they are my friends! And I… I love Loki!” you cried.

“Love, pah! Must be that spell still talking,” Grendel replied. Then he sat up, clapped his hands, and rubbed them together in delight.

 “Oh…and speaking of your friends…”

He gestured over to the corner. More figures emerged into the light.

 Two men of Grendels dragged up, Stella and Sif. Captured, gagged, and bound with their arms back. 

Horror rose in your throat. They tried to struggle against their bindings and arms in vain. Stella was sobbing, and Sif’s eyes flashed fire at her captors.

Will stepped forward but the invisible wall prevented him. He stared at Stella with wide eyes.

“Miss Harris?! They took her too?!” he cried.

You gripped the handle of the dagger, half-tempted to stab the priest there and then.

“That was why she was missing in the first place…Grendel took her!” you explained, your tone angry. 

Will stepped back, his eyebrows raising. The men were chuckling as they moved the women over to the bubbling cauldron. Stella’s gagged screams echoed in the cave. You saw Jonathan turn up at once to the sound. He kicked his attacker and tried to crawl forward to where she was but he was grabbed again and held back. The despair on his face could have shattered you. 

Grendel looked at both, smiling big. He looked over at the soldiers that held the women.

“I was wondering, my dear gentlemen…Which should we dunk into the cauldron first as an experiment- the English Rose or the Valkyrie?”

The men laughed at them. Stella’s blue eyes were wide and she shook. Sif kept struggling, pushing against the soldier who held her. 

Grendel walked forward, going through the invisible wall like mist easily. You followed, but it bound you back.

“Stella! Sif!!” you cried. You kept beating at it with your fists- and nothing. Slamming and kicking against it uselessly. 

Grendel went up to Stella and lifted her chin to him. You could see the tears running down your friend’s face as he did. Her bound hands behind her back trembled violently at the feeling of his hand. 

Jonathan noticed and again tried to shove himself closer, but the strong arms held him back. Robert tried to hobble over at the sight of them, but they restrained him as well. 

“I do remember, I have taken a shine to that little Rose and my bed has been rather cold lately…I’d still like to keep her as a little prize of mine.”

Will walked forward, then stopped in his steps, his arms falling to his sides as he could only watch. Jonathan broke out for a second. He tried to run over, but Grendel’s men grabbed and restrained him again. landing a punch on the night manager’s jaw. 

“Hold my prize still so she may watch her companion drown before you bring her over to me… let us dunk the Valkyrie first. If she drowns, she drowns, but…It will be quite nice if she survives- we all know the only thing better than one woman is two!”

The two men burst out laughing. Stella let out a stifled sob from her gag. Robert let out a cry- “Sif! Stella!” but was silenced as one of the soldiers slapped him.

 Grendel began to walk back toward you and Will, hands in pockets, going easily through the invisible wall. 

As they led her to the cauldron, they lifted her up to throw her. You found yourself letting out a scream, beating against the wall, Stella’s was still behind her gag.

Sif let out a grunt and finally shoved her shoulders and kicked at the man who held her. He grunted as he fell back. Her strong arms broke her hands out of her bindings. She punched Stella’s captor, then grabbed his sword still sheathed. She put her free arm around Stella pointing her sword at them. Then she lifted it to Grendel in a promise of death.

“If any of you lays a finger on her or me, I will clear your heads from your spines!” she barked. 

“Challenge accepted,” Grendel replied. 

Sif guarded Stella behind her as she fought them off.  She stabbed the first guard through the neck and then sliced open the stomach of the other. Blood spilled over the cave floor, their bodies dropped dead. She placed one arm around Stella and one around the hilt of the sword. Scanning everything and everyone getting near her. Calculating how much she could fight off with one hand.But as she turned, five more men were joining their ranks. Their swords up. And they were backing her and Stella into a wall

You saw Thomas try to go forward, but he was kicked at until his hold on it let go. His sword fell and he was disarmed. They slapped him and then one soldier drew up his blade You saw it stab him in the arm and he screamed. You put a hand over your mouth.

Robert was being kicked tenfold. He managed out of their arms, but the swords of the soldiers were advancing on him. He narrowly avoided killing blows, though they landed cuts onto his face, his arm, his leg- all bleeding fresh, red blood.

.  One soldier grabbed Loki and ran a blade into his back. You let out another scream, hurtling forward, until you nearly fell. He grunted, still alive. For he was a god, and that alone couldn’t kill him…but he was still weakened. He fell to his knees, shaking, teeth getting in pain. 

You kept hitting the wall- and it kept holding you back. You couldn’t save any of them…only watch.

You were all outnumbered. Loki was stabbed, on the ground. Hal and Thomas had cuts on their body, fresh blood coming out. Robert was being held up before being thrown on the ground, his blood staining where he fell. Jonathan was getting punched and bruised to where you could not recognize his face. Stella was shaking, broken, and crying- her nightmare repeating itself all over again. The poor woman was never taught how to fight properly, as you had. Knowing what was inevitable if one of the men got her. Sif’s eyes were furious, her sword prepared in one hand, the other arm over Stella… but how much could the Asgardian warrior take until the sheer numbers won over her?

You were going to watch as they were killed or taken, one by one. Hal who wanted honor. Jonathan purpose. Robert peace. Thomas freedom. And Loki love. Sif, the great heroine of Asgard and Stella, who comforted and stood by you as your friend for years…

You then looked at Loki where he sat there, bleeding. His eyes lifted to see yours. You stared at each other for a second.

“I’m sorry…” you sent out to him. Even though the cave’s powers had blocked the thought, he didn’t need your bond to hear it. To understand.

He knew what you were going to do. His lips went tight, the tears welling up in him. There was nothing of fury, frustration, or denial of your choice in his face. It was something of a small, sad smile at you.

You turned around to face the throne and the one who started all of this.

“Break the bargain!” you cried out, your hands up to stop everything.

Taking in a shaky breath, and wiping tears with your hand with the hand that had the ring, you then turned to Grendel. 

With a pitiful voice, you began to plead, “Break it then. Break the bargain. Break the spell. Take me back home will Will but…spare them! All of them! Please! I’ll do anything- just spare them!”

“Really- do you mean it?” he asked.

Glancing back, The soldier grabbed your True Love, their blade reached up. Who knew if this was a god’s killing blow was. 

You would not find out. Not now. Fear, despair, and desperation flood your being.

“You heard me- break it!” you cried to him.

Grendel looked at you and then held up one hand. You heard the clanging blades and shouts of those out there cease. When you turned, all had paused. You saw the soldier over Loki holding up his blade, hanging over like the sword of Damocles. 

“Everyone! Please stop what you are doing! Keep them still- we’re practical. Don’t let them get any weapons-just still. Don’t harm our guests.

The armies relented in their torture of the people you all loved. The soldier with Loki sheathed his blade. They let go of their victims. Everyone stood and lay there, their chests heaving with lost breath. All eyes were terrified as they watched you.

Grendel puffed out his chest, then twirled his finger in the air

“Now…let’s cut the tie binding you to the Trickster God.”

With a flip of his hand, the white magic from his hand washed on you. Pain seared in you like a cut, you let out a cry as it washed over. 

Then it vanished. You looked down at your hands- the star marks were only faint now. Like washed-off ink.

You looked down at the variants. Pale and drooping, injured and bleeding.  You looked at Sif, never relenting with her arm down. Her grip was tight around the sword. And Stella, who knew how much everyone, including her, meant to you. And the price you were willing to pay. Tears still fell from her. Loki’s mouth opened a little, he panted hard. Then shakily, he went up to stand, watching you with quiet tears.

“Will you let them be safe?” you asked Grendel.

“I am a man of my word. Now let’s send everyone back to their little homes- you think Loki is the only one who can make portals? ”

You looked at Loki. You went to the wall and touched one side. He groaned as he walked over. His hand touching the other. The contact of bare flesh kept by the wall. 

Before either of you could voice a goodbye,  they all vanished in a mist of white from Grendel. 

“Now, Sir- take your runaway bride and send her back home!” 

You felt Will’s arm around you for protection and tears welled up in your eyes. You hated his touch, his soft warm touch. You hid your face down, letting them fall. All that training and power and those adventures…for nothing. You felt like a little child again lost in the dark and alone as you cried. Even as the white magic went over. Your vision blurred with the mist and your tears the cave itself vanished into the mist and you were transported.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The group plopped down into Asgard and the throne room of the palace They all landed with grunts and groans. Sif, recognizing her place, sheathed her sword. Her arm around the mortal she was ordered to guard dropped

 Guards ran and courtiers began to head to the party, and it was Stella who shot forth. A shaking hand clutched the blue beads and charms she wore around her neck. She stopped before them.

“Please! We need healers! Now! Everyone’s hurt! Hurry!” she pleaded.

They were all immediately brought to the Healer’s quarters in the palace. They hurried forth, each taking someone. Women in long, plain dresses with their hair tied up. They bore bandages and treatments. One dabbed ointment over Jonathan’s face as he winced. Another a patch for the black eye on the former Night Manager turned spy. Hal’s jacket was removed as they wrapped bandages over the cuts on his middle body. Thomas groaned as one was wrapped on his injuries. Robert expertly wrapped his own, informing them of what was and wasn’t hurt. Stella stayed, making sure all were safe and stable, as did Sif. Neither had the heart to leave the suffering group, though they were physically unscathed. The bleeding on Loki’s back stopped and it was announced he would be fine. 

It was only minutes later, that in hurried the royal family- Odin, Frigga, and Thor. Their mouths gaped open like fish at the sight of the injured circle.

“Oh norns! What has happened!” Cried Frigga. 

She recognized Loki in his bed in his part of the room and rushed up to him, holding him at once. Thor piled onto the hug too in a half tackle, though his brother groaned from the god of thunder’s massive impact.

“What were you doing?” Odin asked, albeit a little cold though he stepped closer to Loki. 

“Mother, Father, Brother…Grendel is back…that’s why we are gathered here…” Loki finally admitted.

Thor looked over at the other beds in those cavelike quarters as the healers fretted over them. He counted each head he saw and noticed one was missing.

“Where’s Y/N?” asked Thor.

Loki sat up, wrapping an arm around himself. He explained it in brief. Frigga rang her hands and even Odin himself seemed a little shaken. 

“Oh, our poor Y/N!!” Frigga replied.

After an hour of bandaging and checking, It was then announced by the healers that all were stable. Odin asked the women to leave. He wanted to speak to everyone. The healers bowed their heads and left. Then he turned around. 

“All of you should have known better than to take on Grendel with only your group and not an army at least!” he cried.

“We did not know Grendel himself nor his men would be there. His secret to his life is a cauldron, and we were hunting it, not him,” Loki argued.  “And don’t blame the other mortals- it was all on me. I gathered them because I thought there was a key to-”

Odin waved Loki off with a hand in the air and his eye went between him and Thor. With his tone, the AllFather indeed sounded like a Father.

“You listen as well, Thor, and learn! To think- my sons starting battles of their own out of frivolity. And unprepared as well! You should only fight when wars are formally declared. Not running around being rash and getting into trouble, not to mention risking your lives! Besides- you should consider the more regal matters of princes…such as marriage!”

Loki looked down. His blue eyes sparkled and his lips tight as if trying not to laugh. Sif’s eyes shined towards Thor, but the god of thunder only kept his hands folded and his gaze at his father. 

 “We hope to have a banquet in a week with several royal families- you both shouldn’t be fighting enemies you aren’t prepared to take and on potential alliances, we may seal with either of you getting married!” Odin continued to scold. 

“That’s illegal now. And impossible,” Loki replied, his hands bare as he looked down on them, fingers cut and bleeding lightly. He swallowed, his lips melting into a tight, twitchy frown.

Odin let out an exasperated sigh. Loki put up his hand in the air and it stayed.

“Oh, you both know it’s not a matter of winning hearts- it’s of diplomacy-”

Loki’s magic revealed one golden band on his finger. Hidden from his gift of illusion. A golden band that one never noticed among the rings he wore as a prince.

“It’s impossible, Father…because I’m already married.”

Everyone froze.  Frigga’s hand flew over her mouth and there were quiet gasps. Thor took a step back, as if dizzy. Odin himself stared at his adopted son’s hands with one big eye.  

“To…to who?!” he asked.

“Last night…Y/N and I decided to marry before we faced the cauldron and possibly Grendel, should anything happen. So we went to the city. To a temple. We went to a priest, and he married us. Another priest bore witness- you may ask them yourself.”

“She…she’s married?” Stella murmured, her voice soft as she could hardly believe it either.

Frigga held out her hand and Odin couldn’t deny her that to steady her. Thor’s jaw remained open as his blue eyes scanned the room, taking it in. 

“So this means, she is…” Thor began.

“The Princess of Asgard, yes,” Loki confirmed.

“Why did you do this?” asked Odin, his voice getting to yelling.

Loki turned red as he leaned forward.

“Because I love her!” he argued back.

Frigga rested a hand on her husband’s chest and that seemed to calm him down. Though he panted and his face was red.

The god of mischief gave steadying looking at each shocked face. Seeing as his parents made no other reply, he continued.

 “I married her. Not as my property. Not as a prop to be perfect as I do every wretched thing when she cannot. Not as a martyr confined to keep my house, bear my children, and stand away and watch as I dance with another. And never complain about it. To tear herself apart with a smile for me as I wander far and away from her to warm another’s bed. No-She is my wife. More than a wife- she is my equal. If there is anyone who can make a god fall down to worship her-  it is she. My beloved mortal woman. My True Love. My love to stand by me for all eternity. A princess- and should the time ever come, a queen. Where all must bow to her as they do to me. Father, Mother- It is her as my princess or it is no one. Even if every person and every being in every realm was offered up to me…it is still her I would choose. So we may stand by each other through whatever else may happen to us. And she deserves to stand by my side as royalty, worshipped, protected, and loved for eternity.”

There was silence as his words sank in. Frigga broke it.

“She is not eternal herself. She is a mortal. And she will die in less than a century at least, Loki. Has she…eaten one of Idunn’s apples?” she asked.

“No, not yet,” he answered. 

 Thor went up to his brother and then gave him a brief hug.

“I only wish you congrats on your good fortune, brief as it was…she was good for you…”

Thor let go, and then his brow furrowed. Connecting more of the pieces. He began to chatter on.

“As princess…she is one of us-she is in line for the throne should we die, brother. Though…all of Asgard now serves her. It’s armies, it’s magic, it’s fortune, it’s people…”

“Yes. Exactly.” Loki agreed. “Which was partly why we did it.”

‘Yet…you are now cut from her forever,” said Frigga. “Trapped in Midgard, in her home.” 

Loki gave a small smile, tears in his eyes. 

“No, not cut…just a brief parting. Mother. A goodbye to my princess, my wife, my True Love, only for now. I’ll see her again before I know it...if I must cross every line and scour every realm to find her again…I will…”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Grendel’s magic had you appear on the grass. You could smell the sea nearby and the recent rain. You both landed as easily as if you were standing there. Overcast, grey clouds hung over the sky. The wind was strong and bitter cold, making you shiver in your leathers. By now, it was a warmer season here in Aldwinter. Ald which was German for “old”. For the winter here was old because it never truly ended. 

“My prayers were answered-You’re safe, and you’re home again, my dear!” Will said. 

“Yes…yes, I am. Shaken, but I’ll be fine…” you replied though it was nearly half your voice—the tears drying cold on your face.

Will led you to an embrace and you hesitated to complete it, but did embrace back. 

He let go and smiled at you- the wind blew against him, his curls back. The scarf he wore moved to the side in the gust. His black sweater and grey pants were untouched by the bloody madness of Baldur’s cave. 

He touched your arm and you began to walk through the field.

“You will be safe now, I promise…let me take you back to your home…your mother and father will weep with relief when they see you. Everyone shall.”

You glanced down at your hand. The star marks were faded…but still there. You stared at the glittering ring on your finger. The little sparkle like a wink in the emerald.

Your wedding ring.

Swallowing your anger and grief, you smiled at him, nodding. Wiping away tears. Playing the part well- the innocent woman abducted and defiled by the Trickster god. Glad to return to her home. To her priest. To be his obedient little wife who only smiled and memorized Bible verses and kept his house tidy as he fucked other women against trees.

Yes, let him believe you were her now.

He draped his coat over you and walked back, a hand around your waist possessively. 

You looked over and saw a dandelion in the field. It bent in the wind. Focusing on it briefly.

It stood up. Then it’s stem broke and in a thousand little fuzzy puffs that floated away in the wind. 

You smiled.

“Loki…can you hear me? Are you in Asgard? Is everyone there?” you sent out.

“Yes I am…we’re fine. Everyone’s safe- Hal, Robert, Thomas, Jonathan, Sif, Stella- we’re all alive.”

“I’m glad. Now that we’re out of that cave, my powers are working,” you sent out across realms to your husband.

Across the field was a river. And past the river the white houses of the town.

“Oh, thank norns,” he replied realms away. “It is deep, ancient magic. Impossible for someone like Grendel to break completely.”

You could sense it. The people rushing out of their houses to gape. The whispers among them. The awe and relief and judgment and the gossip and eyes. All thinking you were the Prodigal Daughter returned to repent. 

None suspecting your secret. Much less, your powers. 

“Don’t fret, all will be well now,” Will assured you.

You looked at him, smiling at him. Not revealing a thing. The thoughts and the plans in your head already turning. You were going to leave someday…but not without destroying him. Right where it would hurt. 

“Yes…all will be well…” you repeated

And so, the Lusty Vicar led the Princess of Asgard right into the heart of his town.

[lboogie1906]

Sarah Mapps Douglass (September 9, 1806 – September 8, 1882) was an educator, abolitionist, writer, and public lecturer. Her painted images on her written letters may be the first or earliest surviving examples of signed paintings by an African American woman. These paintings are contained within the Cassey Dickerson Album. The album is a rare collection of 19th-century friendship letters between a group of women.

She was born in Philadelphia to a prominent abolitionist family, the only daughter of abolitionists Robert Douglass, a baker, and Grace Bustill Douglass, a milliner, and teacher. Her grandfather, Cyrus Bustill, a Quaker who owned a bakery, and operated a school run from his home, was one of the early members of the Free African Society, an early African American charity organization. Her brother was artist Robert Douglass Jr. Her cousin was artist David Bustill Bowser.

She began teaching in Philadelphia at a school organized by her mother with James Forten. She taught at the Free African School for Girls, before establishing her school for African American girls. She was soon recognized as a talented teacher, of the sciences and arts, at which she excelled, and for holding her students to high standards. In 1838, the Philadelphia Female Anti-Slavery Society took over the school, retaining her as the headmaster. In 1854, the school merged with the Institute for Colored Youth, and she became the head of the primary department. She studied anatomy, female health, and hygiene, and acquired medical basic training at the Female Medical College of Pennsylvania (1853-77), becoming the first African-American female student, and at the Ladies’ Institute of Pennsylvania Medical University. Her work at the medical institutes influenced her decision to lecture and teach evening classes to African-American women at meetings of the Banneker Institute on issues of physiology and hygiene.

She married William Douglass (1855-61) the African American rector of the African Episcopal Church of St. Thomas, a widower with nine children. After her husband died, she resumed her antislavery activities and taught full-time. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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St Claire Hall Episcopal Girls School

AKA (Kemper Hall)

Kemper Hall was an Episcopal girls school for day and boarding students which recognized 1870 as the year of its official founding. The predecessor to Kemper Hall, the Kenosha Female Seminary, was chartered by the rectors, wardens, and vestry of St. Mathews Episcopal Church in 1855, but the school did not open until 1865. Mrs. H.M. Crawford operated the school as St. Claire's Hall for a short time. The school's founders purchased the home of Senator Charles Durkee and nine surrounding acres of land on the Lake Michigan shore in Kenosha. The Durkee mansion served as the school's central classroom and administration building throughout the school's 105-year history.

Bishop Jackson Kemper was elected trustee of the female seminary in 1866. Following Kemper's death in 1870, his successor, Bishop William Armitage, made an urgent request to the Milwaukee Diocesan Council to redeem and secure the school as a living monument to Bishop Kemper. At that time, the school was renamed Kemper Hall. The Reverend George M. Everhart served as the school's first headmaster from 1870 until 1878. The first graduating class celebrated commencement in the school's new chapel in 1876.

In 1878 a group of women from the Sisters of St. Mary, an Episcopal women's order located in Peekskill, New York, arrived in Kenosha to administer the school and to return it to financial solvency. Among the sisters was Mother Mary Clare who became the first headmistress in 1883 and served in that capacity until 1918. Mother Mary Ambrose, who joined the school in 1911, served as headmistress from 1931 until 1967. Other headmistresses included Sister Sarah, 1878; Sister Edith, 1879-1883; Mother Mary Maude, 1918-1920; Sister Celestine, 1920-1922; Sister Flora Therese, 1922-1931; and Sister Margaret Jane, 1967-1969. Anna J. Morse was influential in shaping the curriculum and academic policies of the school, serving as director of studies from the early 1930s until the early 1960s. A lay Board of Trustees assisted the Sisters of St. Mary with the school's administration and most of the teachers were lay persons. Several wealthy benefactors contributed to the financial support of Kemper Hall including Zalmon G. Simmons, who donated eleven acres of land to the school; Charles W. Nash, president of Nash Motors Company, who donated his home to the school in 1938; and James T. Wilson, banker and Nash Motors Company executive, who donated Wilson House, a mansion across the street from the school.

In 1969 the Sisters of St. Mary turned the school over to a Board of Trustees and the Reverend Raymond Gayle became the second headmaster. In 1970 a co-educational program for students in grade one through grade nine was initiated, accepting boys as day students only. The Reverend Russell Ingersoll succeeded the Reverend Mr. Gayle as headmaster in 1972. Kemper Hall closed in June 1975 due to financial problems. During the school's 105-year history, 1,625 students attended. A peak enrollment of 140 students was reached shortly after World War II.

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December 2023 Wrap Up

Finally posting my December wrap up, featuring the one and only Butters!

Books Read: 13

Check me out! I mean, yes, two are short stories and seven are children's books, but it's still impressive! The Doctor's Family is my new favorite of the month, and it was an absolute joy to reread The Chronicles of Narnia (even if there are some...questionable aspects). There is no least favorite because everything was lovely! Books marked with a star are audiobooks and books marked with ® are rereads.

"The Executor" by Margaret Oliphant - 3.5 stars

"The Rector" by Margaret Oliphant - 4 stars

Just Like Home by Sarah Gailey - 4 stars *

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis - 5 stars ®

Prince Caspian by C. S. Lewis - 4.5 stars ®

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C. S. Lewis - 4.5 stars ®

Assembly by Natasha Brown - 4 stars

The Doctor's Family by Margaret Oliphant - 5 stars

The Silver Chair by C. S. Lewis - 4.5 stars ®

The Horse and His Boy by C. S. Lewis - 4 stars ®

The Magician's Nephew by C. S. Lewis - 4 stars ®

The Last Battle by C. S. Lewis - 4 stars ®

George Eliot: A Life by Rosemary Ashton - 4 stars

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Sarah Rector was an Black American girl who gained national attention in the early 20th century for her remarkable wealth. She was born on March 3, 1902, in Indian Territory, which is now part of Oklahoma, United States. Sarah's parents were Joseph and Rose Rector, who were members of the Muscogee Creek Nation.

In 1907, oil was discovered on the land allotted to the Muscogee Creek Nation as part of the Dawes Act. Sarah's land, which was originally given to her in 1902, turned out to be sitting on top of a significant oil reserve. As a result, at the age of 10, Sarah Rector became one of the wealthiest individuals in the country.

News of Sarah's newfound wealth spread rapidly, and she soon became known as the "Richest Colored Girl in the World" or the "Million Dollar Princess." Her wealth attracted the attention of both the white and black communities, and she was subject to intense media scrutiny.

As a result of her wealth, Sarah Rector received numerous offers from white businessmen and organizations to manage her assets. However, her parents wisely rejected most of these offers and instead chose to maintain control over their daughter's wealth.

Despite her significant wealth, Sarah Rector faced many challenges. She grew up in a time of racial segregation and discrimination, and her wealth only seemed to exacerbate these issues. Some white individuals, envious of her wealth, made false accusations against her family in an attempt to gain control of her fortune. However, Sarah and her family persevered through these hardships.

Sarah Rector's story also drew attention to the issue of land allotments and the exploitation of Native American lands by oil companies. Her case prompted discussions about the rights and benefits owed to Native American tribes whose lands contained valuable resources.

As Sarah grew older, she continued to live a relatively modest lifestyle. She used her wealth to fund her education, purchase property, and support various charities and causes. She married twice and had three sons.

Sarah Rector's fame eventually faded from the public eye, and she lived a relatively quiet life. She passed away on July 22, 1967, at the age of 65.

Sarah Rector's story serves as a testament to the resilience and strength of an Black American girl who overcame adversity and became one of the wealthiest individuals of her time.

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Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday.

School doesn't test your intelligence, it tests your memory.

Venustraphobia is the fear of beautiful women.

A tiger’s tongue is so coarse, it can lick flesh to the bone.

People who get angry easily are more likely to overestimate their intelligence.

‘I’ before ‘E’ except when your foreign neighbour Keith receives eight counterfeit beige sleighs from weird, feisty, caffeinated weightlifters.

Not once in the Humpty Dumpty nursery rhyme does it mention that he’s an egg.

Nomophobia is the fear of being without your mobile phone or losing your signal.

Erotomania is a psychological disorder where the sufferer has delusions that another person is in love with him or her.

Some restaurants in China actually lace their foods with opiates to keep customers coming back.

Your mind spends about 70% of its time replaying memories and creating scenarios.

Instead of "Once upon a time …" many Korean folktales begin with "Back when tigers used to smoke ..."

In 2013, a man bought a house next to his ex-wife just to install a giant middle finger statue for her to see every day.

One Direction once got kicked out of a hotel owned by Donald Trump because they wouldn't get out of bed to meet his daughter.

You can't make the same mistake twice. The second time you make it, it's no longer a mistake, it's a choice.

Google makes about $40 billion a year in ad revenue, which is more than CBS, NBC, ABC, and FOX combined.

Gym treadmills and stationary bikes can have 7,752 times more bacteria than a home toilet seat.

Cannabinoids (the active ingredients in cannabis) are naturally present in human breast milk.

People who spend money on experiences rather than material items tend to be happier.

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Membership of the Royal Bastards Society is open to anyone who can prove illegitimate descent from a king of England, Wales or Scotland.

On March 5th, 2023, Lynyrd Skynyrd guitarist Gary Rossington died. All seven members on the 1973 Lynyrd Skynyrd debut album are now dead.

In the eighties, the FBI formed a fake company and attempted to bribe members of congress. Close to 25% of those targeted accepted the bribe and were convicted.

The Monkees named their first movie ‘Head’ so that, if they ever released a second film, it could be marketed with the slogan, "From the guys who gave you Head."

The 'stitch' that runs along the bottom of a man's scrotum is the 'scar' of what would have been a vagina. That's where the labia fused together when male hormones kicked in during embryonic development.

Vincent Gigante was a mafia boss who, for 30 years, wandered Greenwich Village in his pyjamas mumbling incoherently to himself, in an elaborate act to avoid prosecution. They called him The Oddfather.

The small Peruvian town of Santo Tomas celebrates ‘Takanakuy’ every December 25th. Men, women and children settle grudges with fist fights. Then everyone goes drinking together, ready to start the new year with a clean slate.

On March 13th, 1919, a letter from a New Orleans serial killer said he would kill again at 15 minutes past midnight but would spare the occupants of any place where a jazz band was playing. That night, every dance hall was filled to capacity and no one was murdered.

During the early 1960s, a chimpanzee named Lucy was raised as if she were a human daughter by a psychotherapist and his wife. She ate food using cutlery, wore clothes, enjoyed magazines, enjoyed drinking gin, could sign 250 words and tried to masturbate with a vacuum cleaner.

In 1913, Sarah Rector, a 10-year-old black girl received a land allotment of 160 acres in Oklahoma. The best farming land was reserved for whites, so she was given a barren plot. Oil was soon discovered there and she became the country's first black millionaire.

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Ghana Symposium on Theology & the Arts

10-11 May 2024 In-person in Ghana and online

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Schedule in GMT time:

DAY 1 (Akrofi-Christaller Institute)

Moderator: Rev Dr Ernest Afrifa-Anane

9:00 – 9:05 Welcome: Rev Prof BY Quarshie, Rector Akrofi-Christaller Institute

9:05 – 9:30 Devotion: Dr Sarah Dorgbadzi

Session 1

9:30 – 10:15 Plenary: Philip Laryea: gospel & culture identity & its expression through the arts,

10:15 - 10:45 Discussion

10:45 – 11:00 Tea Break

Session 2

11:00 – 11:30 Emerging Scholar Presentations:

11:30 – 12:45 Scripture Engagement: Jeannie Musick

12:45 – 12:55 Presentation of Poster Design Winners: Tabi Crentsil

12:55 Closing Remarks/Prayer

Lunch

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DAY 2 (University of Ghana School of Performing Arts)

Moderator: Dr Sarah Dorgbadzi

9:00 – 9:05 Welcome: UG School of Performing Arts

9:05 – 9:30 Devotion: Rev Prof Philip Laryea

Session 1

9:30 – 10:15 Plenary: Prof Mrs Awo Asiedu / (or alternative speaker)

10:15 - 10:45 Discussion

10:45 – 11:00 Tea Break

Session 2

11:00 – 12:15 Scripture Engagement: Jeannie Musick

12:15 – 1:15 Public Lecture and Discussion: Prof Austin Emielu

1:15 – 1:35 Performance: Dr Kofi Anthonio

1:35 – 1:45 Presentation of Poster Design Winners: Tabi Crentsil

1:45 Closing Remarks/ Prayer

Lunch

2:15 – 3:15 Optional Workshop on Discipling the Soul of the Artist

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Sarah Rector was once the richest Black girl in the USA. And you should know her story. - Scoop Upworthy