#drygoods

[stephensmithuk]

The Valley of Fear: The Valley of Fear

Is there not some standard rule not to have a chapter title the same as your main book title - because Doyle's done this twice!

Bondage at this point meant the state of being slaves or otherwise imprisoned. I do not know when it began to acquire its modern more sexual meaning.

Winchester rifles began production in 1866, so the police would have had access to them. Probably the original 1866 model, not the more famous 1873 one.

A flagstaff is another term for a flagpole.

Excommunication in Christianity is where someone is banned from receiving Communion/Mass/the Eucharist and other sacraments (including the Last Rites) for offences against the Church. They would also be barred from social events, shunned by their neighbours (the Amish call it "shunning") and lose the right to a church burial.

The sort of things you can get excommunicated for is:

Administering communion or taking confession when not authorised to do so.

A priest who ordains a woman and the woman in question.

Violating the Seal of the Confessional.

A priest absolving someone they have had an affair with. Remember Catholic priests are supposed to be celibate.

Procuring an abortion.

Heresy.

Refusing to recognise Papal authority.

Physically attacking the Pope.

Sometimes the process is mandatory, sometimes it involves a judicial process.

The ban does not end one's status as a Christian and Catholics would still be obligated to attend Mass. It is also not irrevocable; it can be revoked, and the person have their full rights restored, after repentance. It should be considered a "sin bin", so to speak.

The list of famous people who have been excommunicated is long, including a number of monarchs:

A drygoods store sold consumer goods.

Russia was of course a highly authoritarian country at the time this story is set and many Russians, Jews in particular, would emigrate to the US.

Common cells are far more an American thing than a British one. It would be unheard of here to have a single lock-up for a group of prisoners.

Mattresses were commonly filled with straw and hay, at least for poor people. Or you could just sleep on actual straw.

This must have been fun for those with allegries.

Eyewitness evidence can be unreliable even in a good light, which is why more reliable evidence like forensics or CCTV is preferred today. This case is of course far dodgier.

[drops-of-universe]

sir? its pest control. good news is the rats have agreed to stop nibbling your drygoods. bad news is they got social media accounts & are attacking your pages. theres nothing we can do sir. they're claiming to be tumblr users

[lordgrimwing]

In Town #03

[for Maedhros and Maglor week, hosted by @maedhrosmaglorweek]

“Hello, Laurë,” Maryann said, seeing the barefooted child holding one of her little brother’s hands as they looked at the tins of hard candies kept behind a glass display case in the general store. 

The girl glanced over at her and turned away without answering, hunching her shoulders like she didn’t want to be noticed. She appeared as dirty and boyish as ever, wearing a patched pair of pants and an old linen shirt that Maryann was sure she’d seen the oldest child in when he was her size. 

The town school teacher sighed. She felt disappointed, seeing yet another daughter in the community saddled with chores and childcare at the expense of an education and the chance to find more in life than a husband to care for and more children. There was very little she could do about it, though. 

Laurë’s family lived in the mountains. From what people said in town, the family lived there for several generations as active members of the community, and it wasn’t until the last ten years or so after most of them moved away that the remaining members became more reclusive. The father was a suspicious man and rumor had it he was mad as a child and probably still was. He cared not one whit about any social pressure Maryann exerted over the continued absence of his children from the schoolhouse. The mother, a strong woman named Nerdanel, was something of a folk-healer who could be convinced to help when a doctor proved useless or unavailable. She tried speaking with her, suspecting she benefited from some formal education herself and hoped that would make her more open to discussion. However, she was met with a similar stony refusal. By now there was little hope of ever seeing the girl in one of her classes.

“He’s Maglor.”

She started at a voice so close behind her, bringing a hand up to her chest. She turned around and looked up at Laurë’s older brother. Though he couldn’t be older than fifteen, he was already as tall and broad as most grown men in town.

He glared down at her, arms occupied by two heavy burlap bags filled with some kind of drygood the family needed. “Don’t call him that again.”

Who? She didn’t think that was one of the children’s names and she was almost positive the little boy was named Curufin. Did he mean his sister? That didn’t make any sense.

“My apologies,” She said, noticing how his hands gripped the sacs, knuckles turning white. Stepping back to disengage from whatever was going on, she bid a hasty farewell and walked away, heading to the clerk to make her purchases.

[crowtoed]

WIP Wednesday - Yet the Body is His Book Chapter 7

Hey all, I took a week off writing to replay the game re-engage with the source material, but Chapter 7 is in full swing. Both Lucanis and Neve play important parts in it. Here's a snippet of Lucanis helping Rook get an outfit together for his BIG CEMETERY DATE.

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Little by little, a pile of potential garments were stacked on Lucanis’ bed – all leather or lustrous silk in various shades of dark blue, purple, or black. As in so many rooms of the Lighthouse, there was a cracked eluvian in the kitchen, stowed near the crates of drygoods. In its spiderwebbed reflection, Rook could see how badly all of the waistcoats gapped in the chest and floated in the shoulders. He looked like a teenage boy trying on his grown brother’s clothes. 

Maybe he could get by with just a pair of trousers and his white shirt. They could get lucky and have a mild night in the Necropolis, though Maker forbid they run into any patches of despair.

By the end, the Antivan was having a wonderful time piling various accessories on him. Meanwhile Rook stood wincing, turned away from the mirror, his arms floating away from his body like a dunked cat. 

They’d found a pair of black leather trousers that – almost – fit, but Rook lacked the necessary assets in the thighs and arse to fill them out nicely. (Which got him thinking lewd things about certain Trevisan hamhocks that couldn’t leave his head quickly enough.) The button fly wasn’t doing him any favors either, not without a pair of socks stuffed down the front to smooth it out. Above the waist, a scroll-patterned pewter and plum waistcoat had been artfully pinned down the back to hug his torso better. From the front, it didn’t look too awful, but he’d have to wear one of the Crows’ ridiculous multi-tiered capes to cover the line of pins. Rook looked at his reflection with dread: should Emmrich embrace him, he’d be laughed out of the Memorial Gardens!

“Why did I think I could pull this off?“ He lamented, pulling off a beaked cap with little ear-flaps that Lucanis had jammed on his head.

“It’s a good look, just perhaps not for you,” the assassin replied sagely.

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[geometricc]

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[smalltott-blog]

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[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Thieves Steal Bolts of Cloth,” Montreal Star. March 13, 1942. Page 3. ---- Burglars Pierce Wall To Enter Shop and Take $4,000 Worth of Goods ---- Burglars who broke a 20-inch square hole through a 12-inch brick wall at the drygoods shop of Harry Fisher, 4129 St. Lawrence boulevard, during the night, removed $4,000 worth of cloth in bolts, and escaped while police were on the way to the store. 

Evidence that the burglars were disturbed in their work was seen in the yard where several bolts of cloth were found abandoned. The automobile used by the burglars was stolen from the garage of R. Goulet, 4161 Laval avenue, 

A citizen who saw the goods being removed from the rear of the premises at 4 o'clock this morning became suspicious and phoned police. Radio Constables R. Jones and J. Theriault investigated and found some of the goods in the yard. The stolen car was later discovered at St. Urbain street and Pine avenue.

[cutevibezonly]

Tunnel of Fun 🌈

[eboardman]

225 Years Ago

As I was reading through the daybook I’m working on, I realized that the entry I was viewing was 225 years old. There are a number of things here that people still buy and sell. Rum, panes of glass, cups and saucers, tea, knitting needles, and butter to name a few. Some, like muslin cravats, have fallen out of fashion. 

[herbanwytch]

Spring has finally sprung! Look for exciting product announcements coming in the next couple of months. No... I didn’t buy the building in @Brooklyn.... yet! #whatsupwithBeth #rosewitch #manifest #abundance #popupshops #farmersmarkets #drygoods #herbs #herbalism #potpourri #jams #linens (at Cleveland Heights, Ohio) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvj_9kQANx0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ogiucqt1clm7

[dumluck-official]

Choosing the right fabric is first part. . . . #raw #rawdenim #denim #denimjeans #denimjacket #selvage #selvagedenim #selvedge #selvedgedenim #drydenim #denimhead #denimporn #jeans #indigo #denimfades #rigid #mens #rawfie #mensfashion #menswear #style #indigo #denimevolution #amsterdam #handcrafted #handmade #bespoke #garments #artisan #drygoods

[blog4prince-blog]

@fruitspringsteen Is our guy for best dressed today! #customlevis #searchandrescue #drygoods https://www.instagram.com/p/CS2YWQiheOW/?utm_medium=tumblr

[smalltott-blog]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: JM Drygoods Cotton Embroidered Tunic Oaxaca Mexico One Size.

[victorianhouses]

Canandaigua New York ~ Elegant Queen Anne Victorian ~ Historical by Onasill ~ Bill Badzo Via Flickr: