#national coach museum

[escapismsworld]

📍National Coach Museum in Lisbon, Portugal.

[baebeylik]

Coach of the Coronation of Lisbon.

Portuguese. 18th Century.

Located in the Museu Nacional dos Coches. Lisboa, Portugal.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Pope Clement XI's coach in the National Coach Museum of Lisbon, Portugal

Portuguese vintage postcard

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Leona Kingscholar - Platinum Jacket Vignette

"Happy 100th Anniversary"

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Leona: Who'd've thought I'd get to lay my eyes on paintings that I've only ever seen in artbooks like this…?

Leona: That's the Land of Dawning's National Museum of Art, for ya. This'll probably be good for perusing.

???: Heey, the King of Beasts's got a great lookin' mug in this painting.

Floyd: I wonder what's goin' on? Oh hey, Sea Lion-senpai, you tell me.

Leona: Huh? Why should I have to explain anything to you?

Floyd: 'Cause you're right here. But hey, if you don't know nothin' about it, that's cool too?

Leona: Tch… Fine, whatever, just don't start something annoying. You better get lost after this.

Leona: In order for him to establish his ideal nation, he required cooperation from the hyenas…

Leona: Once he came to that conclusion, he himself went to where the hyenas lived in order to negotiate with them.

Leona: There, he spoke at length as to how he could best utilize their strengths and abilities. This painting depicts that scene.

Floyd: Uh-huh. 'N so, what'd the hyenas do? They just went along with what the King of Beasts said without causin' a fuss?

Leona: The hyenas were already pretty hated. And the king was offering a trusted position directly under him.

Leona: It was a tremendous boon for the hyenas, from their perspective. So, of course they took him up on his offer.

Leona: He didn't let what society thought of them sway him, instead he gave jobs to each hyena as what suited their individual abilities…

Leona: This single moment shows just how accomplished the King of Beasts was as a ruler.

Floyd: You think so? I know I wouldn't like having someone sizin' me up and choosing what I gotta do～

Leona: It's the same with sports, ain't it?

Leona: Imagine having a good shooter stuck on defense, or a spindly guy on offense…

Leona: If the team goes along with a coach that gives asinine directions like that, they'd lose even the easiest of matches.

Leona: That goes for both you all in the basketball club, as well as us in the Spelldrive club.

Leona: Anyone can be useful, even if they don't have the constitution or strength.

Leona: For example, if you got a guy who's got nimble fingers, you just gotta put 'em where they can steal the ball or disc from the opponent.

Leona: Then, you use someone who can stay in control of game and send them towards the goal.

Leona: There's no need to have everyone rushing around the field. Any number of tactics can be used to score goals.

Floyd: I get what you're sayin, sure, but whaddya do if your teammates don't listen to what you say?

Floyd: See, I don’t like doin' anything if it's boring, y'know. There's tons of times I get bored in the middle of a basketball game, too.

Leona: Heheh. What, they not giving you any rewards over there in the basketball club?

Floyd: Eh, you saying the Spelldrive club gets somethin' for winning?

Leona: That's right. We get the finest reward one could ask for:

Leona: Victory.

Leona: Our club runs on the merit system. Anyone who can't show their worth during a match gets dropped from the starting team…

Leona: But with just a bit of effort, anyone can get their chance in the spotlight and even find their names on the lips of people outside this academy.

Leona: Plus, this school throws a lot of support towards the Spelldrive team, so even certain grades can be overlooked from time to time.

Leona: Essentially that means each one of our victories matter much more than any of the other athletic clubs' wins.

Floyd: Hmmm… I thought you guys in the Spelldrive club were a bunch of try-hards, so I didn't think I'd like it, but I'm likin' the sound of that merit system.

Floyd: Maybe I'll join the Spelldrive club too. Don'tcha think I'd be great at it?

Leona: No way, absolutely not. …Also, how long you plannin' on following me? I'm already done explaining things, hurry up and leave me alone, already.

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Floyd: Mmkay, next. What's this painting?

Leona: [sigh]… This painting's showing the Thorn Fairy's men all celebrating their master's endeavors.

Floyd: They're, what… dancing around a green fire? Looks kinda like a campfire! Bet they're havin' fun～

Leona: True, they look pretty carefree. Seems like the Thorn Fairy's subordinates don't mind doin' menial tasks.

Floyd: Menial tasks…? Oh, right, there's a ton of cleanup to do after making a fire, or something like that, huh.

Leona: An astute observation, little merling. I'd expect nothing less from someone so naïve in the intricacies of fire.

Leona: Here on the surface, even the smallest flame can grow into a blaze with a little mismanagement.

Leona: Especially in places where the air is dryer… like where I come from in the Sunset Savanna.

Leona: It's not that bad during the rainy season, but there's gotta be extra caution thrown to the wind during dry season. As a precaution, we've enacted regular fire drills.

Floyd: Uh-huuuh. Didja do those fire drills too, Sea Lion-senpai?

Leona: Yeah. Like I said, fire can be a matter of life or death in my country. That's why those fire drills are essential services.

Leona: It's a pain, but the royal family's gotta do it, to set a good example for our people.

Leona: Since a majority of the country get together to observe, it's basically just another huge traditional event at this point.

Leona: Although… Let's just say there's been times that I've had other things on my plate that I completely forgot to take part.

Floyd: Mhhmm… And so, what all do ya do during those drills?

Leona: To be perfectly frank, it's basically getting practice in with handling water. A buncha people'll hold onto a large hose and put out a huge fire in real time.

Floyd: Wow, that's lamer than I thought. Doesn't sound like much fun to just watch happen.

Leona: Oh, not at all. It's not so bad if you're just there to watch it go down.

Floyd: Eh, whyzzat?

Leona: Because they get to witness the glorious scene of the royal family being tossed around by a giant hose.

Leona: You might think that'll invigorate the gathered public, seeing how willing we are to risk their life for the country…

Leona: But if you ask me, I think there's something more to it.

Leona: People can see them in regal attire caked in dirt, and their miserable faces all swollen from the smoke in their eyes…

Leona: They can even see those well-groomed manes completely sopping wet and pathetic. I bet it bring a gleam of joy to them all, heh.

Floyd: Heh, Sea Lion-senpai, I see right through you. You say you'd sometimes forget, but you def haven't been takin' part in it for a while, haven'tcha?

Leona: Well now, who can say?

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Floyd: Hey, I think this is a painting of when the Sorcerer of the Sands got his hands on a magic lamp.

Floyd: He looks like he's havin' the time of his life. Most of the Sorcerer's paintings are of him lookin' real smart and proper, so this one's kinda cool and different.

Leona: This tale is of one where he finally achieved his heart's desire after a long and difficult journey. No wonder he'd be ecstatic.

Floyd: You mean he worked super hard for that single lamp? Bet all the trouble he went through to get there was fun, at least.

Floyd: It's boring if you can just easily snag something you want. The more you want something, the more it's worth tryin' to get it.

Leona: Makes sense to me. So what, when I saw you slackin' off the other day, that was you trying your darndest to get class credit, or something?

Floyd: You're one to talk. 'Specially since you skip class waaaay more than I do.

Floyd: Wait, so you were in the botanical garden then too, huh. You shoulda said something, we coulda been skiving buddies～

Leona: Unlike you, I ain't all that impressed with conversation. I was taking a snooze in the tree shade.

Leona: I'd just found a good place to get some shut-eye, I ain't looking to waste time on idle prattle.

Leona: I prefer a quieter, cooler, more comfortable place…

Leona: Now, that would be a place worth sleepin' in.

Floyd: Ahah, that's some stuff to be picky about when you're just plannin' on sleeping there.

Leona: I ain't asking for much. At the very least, all I need is for you to not be there.

Leona: Trying to sleep somewhere noisy'll affect my sleep quality.

Floyd: What, you saying there's different types of sleep, now? Doesn't seem like where or how ya sleep really changes anything to me.

Leona: I am much more of a delicate being than you are, is all. If the quality of my sleep ain't pristine, then it'll slow down my thinking processes.

Leona: I ain't gonna be happy if I can't be quick on my feet and some conniving sneak tries to get the better of me.

Leona: At the very least, I make sure to increase the quality of sleep I can get in my room by taking precautions.

Floyd: Huh, like what?

Leona: I'd roll out a rug under my bed, for one. Even just doin' that'll keep the noise coming from the floor below to a minimum.

Leona: You got all the freshmen, four to a room. There's fighting and arguing over their personal space almost on a daily basis.

Leona: And it wouldn't do 'em any good if I were to intervene on their behalf every time they got in a tussle, right?

Leona: That's why I try a buncha different things to help keep the volume down. It's for all our sakes.

Floyd: You say it's for your underclassmen, but you're just doin' it to get some nappin' in.

Leona: Oh me, oh my. How absolutely wretched that you cannot even see just how loving and kind of an upperclassman I am.

Floyd: Uh-huh, sure… Anyway, I'm gettin' bored lookin' at all these paintings. I think I'll go look around elsewhere.

[Floyd leaves]

Leona: Yeah, yeah, get outta my sight already. Geez, his attention turns on a dime. Whatever, I guess I'll also… Hm?

Leona: This artwork depicts the scene where the King of Lions introduces his newly born cub to his people. Well now, what an absolutely cheerful looking spectacle.

Leona: When their belief in a future filled with hope is suddenly overtaken by despair…

Leona: I feel like I would be able to say this from the bottom of my heart: …Long live the king.

Requested by @farfalla049 and @sakurakudo.

[girlactionfigure]

On the national day of mourning in memory of the victims of the seventh of October and the war dead, we are experiencing a very serious terrorist attack with dozens of casualties. My heart aches, full and complete healing for all the injured!!!

ביום האבל הלאומי לזכר קורבנות השביעי באוקטובר וחללי המלחמה אנחנו חווים פיגוע טרור קשה מאו�� עם עשרות נפגעים בגלילות. כואב הלב, רפואה שלמה ומלאה לכל הפצועים!!! מוות למחבלים‼️

Police say that the truck driver who rammed into people at a bus stop outside the IDF's Glilot Base in central Israel was shot and "neutralized" by armed civilians in the area.

According to police's initial probe, a bus had stopped at the station outside the base to drop off passengers. At the same time, a truck rammed into the stop and the people there.

Police say that they are aware of 24 injuries in the incident.

It says further details, including the background of the incident, are under further investigation.

Magen David Adom says it has taken 35 victims to hospitals following the truck-ramming near the Glilot Base.

They include six in serious condition, five in moderate condition, 20 who are lightly hurt, and another four suffering acute anxiety, MDA says.

Many of the victims are pensioners who had disembarked from a coach at the bus stop ahead of a visit to a nearby museum.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

Speaker’s state coach which carried Queen Elizabeth II at her coronation is singled out in Parliamentary artwork review for ‘depicting enslaved people’

Parliamentary review of art collection tagged 343 works linked to slave trade

The 325-year-old state coach was singled out for 'depicting enslaved people’

Tories have branded the official review 'ludicrous’ and some of the links unfair

[stories-of-the-nrm]

Time Doesn't Heal All Wounds Part 5

(Sir Topham Hatt looks over his schedule to see when he can allow Gordon to slip away to the medical center.)

Sir Topham Hatt: Dear oh dear. We're right in the middle of the summer holiday. Duck and Edward will be busy on their branch lines. Henry has the Flying Kipper for the next two weeks. I suppose the only way to get around this is to run multiple trains. James, Emily and the Scottish Twins will have to relay the express for the day.

(He organizes the timetable in a way that makes sense.)

Sir Topham Hatt: Well I guess this is good enough to send to all of the station masters.

(Sir Topham Hatt's assistant faxes the new timetable.)

Sir Topham Hatt's message: I want all of the stations on the Main Line to share this updated time table. Make sure all passengers going to and from the station are aware of the changes to the express service for the day.

Narrator: After all of the station masters receive the temporary timetable, everyone works to share that information with all of the passengers using the express service.

(It's now the end of the day at Tidmouth Sheds.)

Narrator: Gordon rolls into his shed just as Sir Topham Hatt arrives.

Sir Topham Hatt: Gordon I'm sure you already heard the news, but tomorrow you're going to the medical center. I redid the timetable so you can have the day for yourself and our passengers can still get to their destinations on time.

(Gordon humbly nods.)

Gordon: Thank you, sir. I understand how difficult it would be to replace me. I hope that this would only be for one day.

Sir Topham Hatt: I hope so too. Good night engines.

Tidmouth Shed Engines: Good night sir.

(Sir Topham Hatt drives home for the night.)

Emily: Gordon? What's going on that you won't be able to pull the express all day?

(Gordon sighs.)

Gordon: My brother Scott is in the human hospital. His rebuild is going very poorly and none of the humans know how to treat him.

Edward: My goodness! I've never heard of a rebuild going so poorly that an engine's had to go to a human hospital.

Gordon: Indeed. I believe it shows just how little is known about our human forms. From my understanding, Scott is only stuck in this position because some parts have been woefully delayed. I don't think he even has a boiler.

(All of the engines gasp.)

Henry: What will you have to do?

Gordon: I'm his only living relative. The A4's simply have nothing in common with Scott to determine what would be normal for his human form. As someone who actively pulls passenger trains, I consider myself to be in relatively perfect condition. Yes my age is to be considered, but in spite of that, my health is not a problem. Therefore, I was asked to go to the medical center and do some tests.

Emily: What would happen next?

(Gordon contemplates the possibilities.)

Gordon: If Scott is in a physical state that is completely different than mine, then I have no idea. Our human forms are after all based on the state of our engine. If an important part is missing, a human doctor simply lacks the tools needed to fix it.

(The engines look solemn.)

Gordon: I have no idea if Scott will even make it out of this. I can only hope that my tests will help his medical team find a solution.

(James has a rare look of maturity.)

James: At least you won't have to worry about the express. We'll take good care of your coaches.

Gordon: Thank you. Now I must get some sleep. I believe tomorrow will be a very long day.

(The sun rises for the next day.)

Narrator: The next day, Gordon arrives bright and early at the medical center.

Receptionist: May I help you?

Gordon: I have business on behalf of Scott of the National Railway Museum.

(She looks at her notes and puts in a call. A man enters the waiting area.)

Doctor: Hello Gordon. I'm Dr. Pine. Thank you for taking time to come here today.

Gordon: What do you need me to do?

Dr. Pine: Well we'd have to do some tests to see what would be considered normal for an engine like yourself. I would ask to do a blood test but I'm not sure if you even have blood.

(Gordon thinks about how to answer that.)

Gordon: How would you know if I do have blood?

(Dr. Pine leads Gordon to the lab.)

Dr. Pine: We will have to find a vein and see what comes out. Just have a seat here and we'll start.

(Gordon sits down as the lab worker begins.)

Narrator: Many tests are conducted until Dr. Pine has a thorough idea of what's considered to be normal for a steam engine.

Dr. Pine: Thank you for helping us Gordon. I think we have everything we need now. If we need anything else, we'll contact Sir Topham Hatt.

Gordon: I hope that my tests can help you manage Scott's condition. Can you please provide updates on his condition?

Dr. Pine: Why yes we can. As soon as anything changes, we'll let you know.

(Gordon shakes Dr. Pine's hand.)

Gordon: Thank you for taking care of my brother. I hope you have a good day.

Dr. Pine: Same to you Gordon.

(Gordon leaves the medical center hopeful that the effort put in today helps his brother.)

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[duskstargazer]

[2006]

“So, there we were…” Azalea eulogized. “An enormous rake of twelve-wheeled coaches running behind us.”

“They were livestock vans carrying I'd guess sheep.”

“Hundreds of them, all pushing against us!”

“There were at most fifteen.”

“We fought hard, barely maintaining our hold on the wet rails!”

“It was mildly cloudy and the rails were dry. We were probably doing maybe two over the speed restrictions.”

“We came tearing down the hill and, finally regaining control, glided into the station in spectacular fashion. We were deemed heroes by everyone that was there, had special nameplates casted, and were given residence in the National Railway Museum!”

River sighed. “She's been having this recurring dream for nearly a month now.”

Had he the capability, River would likely be massaging one of his temples by now.

Almond and Simon shared a look. A look that asked “how the hell do we respond to this?”

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

Remember that new build Emily meets Race to the North veteran Emily plot I sent a while back? Well, I finally wrote part of it down. Took me long enough XD

It's still rough around the edges, so the flow is choppy. Sorry in advance!

______

Emily watched her counterpart prepare a mixed train. Three coaches in the front, with two mail wagons trailing behind them. The coaches were identical to her own, the same dark green both Stirling engines wore with cream and gold accents. She had tried to find any real distinction between the two sets, even something as insignificant as a unique scratch. But alas, she found nothing worthy of mind.

The same could be said for the two of them. Identical in every way. Color, shine, voice, and personality.

Having another Stirling Single alongside her brought a euphoria she hadn’t felt in decades. It would be a lie to say she didn’t miss parts of her early life on the Great Northern Railway, mainly her siblings. Helena’s home was all the way in York at the National Railway Museum and each meet up was always mixed with some melancholy. They were the last of their class. A fact that always hung over them when in each other’s presence, no matter if they were at the Museum or on Sodor.

This was different. There was no special train that needed to be pulled. No television spotlight with reporters, cameras, and crew from various news stations everywhere. No celebration for the anniversary of a moment in history. Simply two Stirling Singles in a yard, going about their tasks as any engine would on a normal day. Just like it used to be on Great Northern Railway.

The Fat Controller thought it was best to have both work on Emily’s branch line. Both knew exactly what to do and when to do it. The decision came with the benefit of minimizing changes to schedules. A luxury when dealing with his unique fleet of engines. He came before them earlier that morning to assign their specific tasks for the day. He had struggled with addressing them individually, with them sharing the same name. In the end, he simply put his clipboard along their running plates, allowing them to read its contents.   

She thought the universe- or was it universes in this case? -had an extremely unique sense of humor. It had decided to bless the Island of Sodor with another Emily. The confusion on all the Tidmouth engines’ faces was priceless. Curiosity mixed with caution for there were now two Emilys. TWO.

Unique could also describe the second engine’s entrance onto the island. Emily had been resting at the third platform of Knapford Station, waiting for the passengers to clear out of the coaches. She managed to pull into the station exactly at the advertised arrival time. The habitual refusal to be late even by a minute had died with the Great Northern Railway, but the satisfaction of making good on time had never waned. She still had it, even after over 140 years of service.

Suddenly, a bright flash of white erupted in front of the station and an engine looking like her appeared on the rails. And on a collision course with her. The new arrival slammed on the brakes and slowed to stop less than an inch from Emily’s buffers.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Said the engine desperately, still not completely recovered from the narrowly avoided accidented. But Emily didn’t hear her, not entirely. The first syllable was all she was able to register before a question occupied the entirety of her mind. Why does she look and sound like me?!

The second engine had barely opened her eyes when her face took on an expression of pure confusion and astonishment. She immediately jolted backwards, putting some distance between the two of them.

Silence permeated the station. Nobody, not even the Fat Controller or the other engines, wanted to believe what was in front of them. Two Stirling Single engines in emerald with the number 12 on her tender occupied the rails next to Knapford’s number three platform.

Puff! Puff!

A familiar whistle brought her back to the present. The mixed train was ready. Emily had agreed to wait until both of their trains were complete, not wanting to leave her ‘twin’ behind. She had shunted all her trucks bound for the flour mill minutes earlier and was already hooked up to them. Allowing her to dwell on the second Stirling for a moment.

Looking back at the other train, she noticed 10 more mail wagons had been added. It seems this was to be a very heavy mixed goods train. Too heavy perhaps.

“There is no way you’re pulling all of that”

“What are you talking about?” The other Emily replied. Slightly offended at being underestimated, by herself, nonetheless. “This is a standard train.”

That couldn’t be right. She could manage that train fine for a short while. But, all day? She might be too tired to pull it at the correct speed at day’s end. To do this regularly would be absurd.

“If you fall behind schedule-“

“I won’t”.

“You don’t need to prove anything to me. Just, please be careful”.

“Don’t worry.” A gentle smile spread across her lips. “I know what I’m doing. Good luck!” Emily returned the smile before puffing her whistle, taking the delivery of flour with her.

____

At this point in the story, both Emilys (I don't know you'd spell that word lol) don't know they were built almost 100 years apart and are very different machines below the surface.

My headcanon for new build Emily is some liberties were taken with her design. For example, she was welded instead of riveted. Her boiler is a more modern design, and able to take advantage of the higher tolerances of her frame. Allowing it to run at a higher pressure than the original Stirling Singles could. (She might have an extra cylinder, but that's still in the 'maybe' category rn)

This makes hauling freight easier than her counterpart. She still isn't as good as some of the other more dedicated mixed traffic engines, but it's extremely unwise to underestimate her.

I think a good analogy would be the F-15C versus the F-15E. The C-model was designed for air-to-air only, while the E was designed for more air-ground-air capability without sacrificing any of the C's air-to-air. Furthering the analogy, the F-15E is heavier while having significantly more powerful engines.

New build Emily is heavier, but she also has a more powerful boiler to go along with the extra weight. Mixed traffic fits her better than strictly passenger work

I'm so sorry if this analogy is confusing, it was the only one I could come up with

This is really cute!

[history-of-fashion]

1905 Vittorio Matteo Corcos - Portrait of Amélie d'Orléans

(National Coach Museum)

[dbinportugal]

Our next stop was the National Museum of Coaches. Apparently, it's the largest collection of coaches in the world. The ornate carving on some of these was truly astounding. It's good to be a king, a queen, a duke or a bishop!

[taito-division]

Day in the Life: Blade Maiden

Azusa works as a dojo instructor in her family's ancestral dojo, teaching her students kendo, 'the way of the sword'. Due to Chuohku passing the H-law, which prohibits the use of weaponry, her family was instructed to take down their family's sign from their dojo, which prohibits them from taking in any new students. As such, her family is in danger of losing their dojo. But still, Azusa perseveres.

Fleuret works as museum curator in the Tokyo National Museum. Her job mainly involves making sure the museum is up to date, and all of the exhibits are in good condition. She also gives up to two daily tours of the museum a day to guests and tourists, showing them all of the displays that the museum has to offer. She enjoys doing it as it helps her to connect with her ancestral roots.

Eldrid is an MMA fighter, and the current reigning and defending MMA Heavyweight Champion of the world. From a young age, she's always learned how to fight and brawl. It was after she beat up some drunks in a bar that her coach spotted her talent and took her in, training her to be an MMA fighter, a job she thoroughly enjoys. She's been champion for years now, and it doesn't seem like she'll be forfeiting her title anytime soon.

[niibaataa]

Nishnaabe Nagamonan

Disclaimer: Some works deal with historical wrongs, Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls, colonialism, and residential/boarding schools. Exercise caution.

Kateri Akiwenzie-Damm is a member of Saugeen Ojibway First Nation. Akiwenzie-Damm has served as Poet Laureate for Owen Sound and North Grey. In 1993, she established Kegedonce Press, a publishing house devoted to Indigenous writers. She has also authored Without Reservation: Indigenous Erotica.

Works: (Re)Generation, My Heart is a Stray Bullet.

Marie Annharte Baker is a member of Little Saskatchewan First Nation. Annharte's work concentrates on women, urban, Indigenous, disability, and related topics. She critiques life from Western Canada. After graduating with an English degree in the 1970s, she became involved in Native activism and was one of the first people in North America to teach a class entirely on Native women.

Works: Indigena Awry, Miskwagoode, Exercises in Lip Pointing.

Lesley Belleau is a member of Garden River First Nation. She is noted for her 2017 collection Indianland. She has an MA in English literature from the University of Windsor and is working on a PhD in Indigenous Studies from Trent University.

Works: Indianland.

Kimberly M. Blaeser is an enrolled member of the White Earth Reservation. Blaeser served as Wisconsin's Poet Laureate from 2015-2016. She is a professor of English at the University of Wisconsin-Miluwakee. A contemporary of Vizenor, she is the first critic to publish a book-length study on his fiction. She has been writing poetry since 1993.

Works: Apprenticed to Justice, Trailing You, Absentee Indians and Other Poems.

Diane Burns was a member of the Lac Courte Oreilles band. Burns was Anishinaabe through her mother and Chemehuevi through her father. Burns attended the Institute of American Indian Arts and Barnard College (within Columbia University). She was also an accomplished visual artist. She is considered an important figure within the Native American contemporary arts movement.

Works: Riding the One-Eyed Ford (available online).

Aja Couchois Duncan is a Bay Area educator, writer, and coach. Duncan is of Ojibwe, French, and Scottish descent. Her debut collection won the California Book Award. She holds an MFA in creative writing from San Francisco State University.

Works: Restless Continent, Vestigal.

Heid E. Erdrich is a member of the Turtle Mountain band. Erdrich is a granddaughter of Patrick Gourneau, who fought against Indian termination during his time as tribal chairman from 1953-1959. Erdrich holds a PhD in Native American Literature and Writing. Erdrich used to teach, but has since stepped back from doing it full-time. She directs Wiigwaas Press, an Ojibwe language publisher.

Works: Cell Traffic, The Mother's Tongue, Curator of Ephemera at the New Museum for Archaic Media.

Louise Erdrich is a member of the Turtle Mountain band. Erdrich is a granddaughter of Patrick Gourneau, who fought against Indian termination during his time as tribal chairman from 1953-1959. She is widely acclaimed as one of the most significant writers of the Native American Renaissance. Owner of Birchbark Books, an independent bookstore that focuses on Native Literature.

Works: Jacklight, Original Fire, Baptism of Desire.

David Groulx was raised in Elliott Lake, Ontario. Groulx is Ojibwe and French Canadian. He received his BA in Literature from Lakehead University and later studied creative writing at the En'owkin Centre in British Columbia. He has also studied creative writing at the University of Victoria.

Works: From Turtle Island to Gaza, Rising With a Distant Dawn, Imagine Mercy.

Gordon Henry Jr is an enrolled member of the White Earth Reservation. Gordon Henry Jr holds a PhD in Literature from the University of North Dakota and is currently a professor of English at Michigan State University. He has authored several novels and poetry collections and is a celebrated writer in Michigan.

Works: Spirit Matters, The Failure of Certain Charms.

Jane Johnston Schoolcraft was Born in Sault Ste. Marie on Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Schoolcraft was given the name of Bamewawagezhikaquay ('Woman of the Sound that the stars make Rushing Through the Sky') in Ojibwe. Her mother was Ozhaguscodaywayquay, the daughter of the Ojibwe war chief Waubojeeg. Her father was fur-trader John Johnston. Johnston is regarded as the first major Native American female writer. She wrote letters and poems in both English and Ojibwe.

Writeup containing works.

Denise Lajimodiere is a citizen of the Turtle Mountain band. Lajimodiere is considered an expert on Native American boarding schools following her work Stringing Rosaries, published in 2019. She is a poet, professor, scholar, and the current Poet Laureate of North Dakota.

Works: His Feathers Were Chains, Thunderbird: Poems, Dragonfly Dance.

Linda Legarde Grover is a member of the Bois Forte Band. She is a columnist for the Duluth Tribune and Professor Emeritus of American Indian Studies at University of Minnesota (Duluth). She has written poetry, short stories, and essays.

Works: The Sky Watched, Onigamiising.

Sara Littlecrow-Russel is of Ojibwe and Han-Naxi Métis descent. Russell is a lawyer and professional mediator as well as a poet. She has worked at the Center for Education and Policy Advocacy at the University of Massachusetts and for Community Partnerships for Social Change at Hampshire College.

Works: The Secret Powers of Naming.

Jim Northrup was a member of the Fond du Lac Reservation in Minnesota. Northrup lived a traditional lifestyle in his early years. As a child, he attended an Indian boarding school where he suffered physical abuse. Later in life, he served in the Vietnam war and experienced PTSD. Much of his poetry comes from these hardships.

Works: Walking the Rez Road, Rez Salute: The Real Healer Dealer, Anishinaabe Syndicated.

Duke Redbird was born in Saugeen First Nation. He became a ward of Children's Aid at nine months old when his mother died in a house fire. He began writing to give words to his experiences as an Indigenous man raised by white foster families. He is recognized as a key figure in the development of First Nations literature.

His poetry is available on his site.

Denise Sweet is a member of the White Earth Reservation in Minnesota. Sweet served as Wisconsin's Poet Laureate from 2004-2008. She has taught creative writing, literature, and mythology at the University of Wisconsin-Green Bay.

Works: Songs for Discharming, Palominos Near Tuba City.

Mark Turcotte is a member of the Turtle Mountain Band. Turcotte is a visiting assistant professor of English at DePaul University. He has published two books of poetry. His chapbook, Road Noise, was translated into French.

Works: The Feathered Heart, Exploding Chippewas.

E. Donald Two-Rivers was raised in Emo Township, Ontario. He moved to Chicago at age 16 and became involved with the Urban Native community there. A playwright, spoken-word performer, and a poet, Two-Rivers had been an activist for Native rights since the 1970s. He was the founding director of the Chicago-based Red Path Theater Company.

Works: Powwows, Fat Cats, and Other Indian Tales, A Dozen Cold Ones by Two-Rivers.

Gerald Vizenor is an enrolled member of the White Earth Reservation. Vizenor has published over 30 books. He taught at the University of California for many years and is currently at the University of New Mexico. He has a long history of political activism and he is considered one of the most prolific Indigenous ironists writing today.

Works: Favor of Crows, Cranes Arise, Empty Swings.

[mushroom-the-trauma]

I will be just writing my thoughts here while I'm reading(the heros of Olympus 1). That's more interesting than to write them on a sticker to throw it out later.

@please-be-nice-im-sensitive (I promised to tag you every time, but you don't have to read this. It's just stupid ramblings. Couldn't wait, and decided to have short midnight read)

Chapter 1

So he has amnesia? How much does he remember? Is it from his first person perspective if it keeps saying he, is he thinks in the third person? Probably not, then why don't we get the first person like with Percy before? There has to be a reason. 

Orange shirt. Is it like a bus with new half-bloods? ... No I don't think so. (Well I was half right)

Where do they get inspiration for all those weird schools?

Piper! Leo!!!  I know those names! Apparently they are all young criminals, nice 👍.

Leo totally Hermes' son. Kinda like him already 

Yeah no you are sniky funny little bastard, you are going to collection. Yes you're special boy.

What do you mean there's a shocker? 😑😑 Seriously, what do you mean? Language is not languaging

Oh, so he's got nothing! Question why?

National Museum of Nowhere. I would go there. How this book already has more jokes than Percy Jackson?

They're so chill about it.

Oh, he didn't buy it.

Oh, yeah right. I remember that. They will date, but it won't work out and will cause some troubles. 

He's a good wired! Don't talk bad about my baby!

Still they are so chill about amnesia. I think they asked him about head twice. Did he hit his head before that?

Got a bit dejavu there. Who is her dad?! Hate when they do that!

Dark humor, love that coach. (Not really but yeah)

Accidentally flipped a few pages. There's different names instead of chapter names. Do we get different povs? Sick!!!!

Is that you Zues? What's your problem this time?

Wtf is ivlivs? Okay, Google says it's his weapon. Woops spoiled it 😬. If it's his weapon, than he knew he was a demigod before sudden amnesia?

'Sedimentary strata' dk what it is, translator is not helping 

Leo, you my crafty baby, look at you! 😚 😚 

Wait, if he's so crafty maybe he's Hephaestus'?🤔

Is he right? Did he just popped out of thin air here? With those books you never know 

Oh yeah, coach totally knows something, not just a dude.

Okay this is so confusing. What's going on here? 

Who are you Hedge?🤨🤨🤨🤨🤔 

He's satyr, took me long enough. I believe so at least 

You're giving me information I asked for but I feel like I was better without it. Man I'm so confused. 

Yeah, you just had to call it, didn't you?

[scotianostra]

Alexander Robertson of Struan bnner at Perth Museum.

Alexander was 13th Chief of Clan Donnachaidh, and, according tothe info board, a "dangerous" Jacobite.

Robertson succeeded his father as 13th Chief of Clan Donnachaidh in 1687 and left his studies at the University of St Andrews to join the rising in support of King James VII two years later, fighting alongside John Graham of Claverhouse , Bonnie Dundee or Bluidy Clavers, depending on where your loyalties lay.

Robertson was taken prisoner a few weeks after Battle of Dunkeld in 1689. He was later released but followed his King to France, into exile and became established at the Jacobite Court in St. Germains, remaining there for thirteen years.

He served some time in the French army.before returning to Scotland in 1703. In 1715, he led a force of 500 of his clansmen in support of John Erskine, the 6th Earl of Mar at the Battle of Sheriffmuir. He was again taken prisoner, but later rescued and returned to France.

He wasn't just a soldier though, although not completing his studies at St Andrews Robertson was well educated and his periods of exile gave him time to write poetry in several languages, including English, Gaelic, French, Italian and Latin.

Unsurprisingly, Robertson was a supporter of Bonnie Prince Charlie and the Jacobites in the '45. He was by then in his mid 70's, but despite his age, he led his clansmen at the Battle of Prestonpans.

After the Jacobite victory, Robertson took as prizes a gold chain, wolf-fur cloak, brandy and a carriage which had belonged to the defeated commander, Johnny Cope. His clansmen escorted him back home in the coach, savouring their success. When the wheel of the coach broke, they carried both Robertson and the coach for the last few miles of the journey.

Folloing the heartache with the defeat at Culloden, his home at Dunalastair was torched by government troops and his estates were forfeited. However, given that Robertson was an old man who was very popular with his clansmen, and had taken only a very limited part in the fighting, the government was in no hurry to oust him and only took over the running of the estate after his death.

Robertson never married, indeed he was a notorious misogynist who enjoyed the 'good life', reciting his own, often rude, poetry to friends and drinking heavily. His portrait as seen in the third pic, held by the National Gallery of Scotland shows Robertson raising a glass of wine and, it is reported that when Bonnie Prince Charlie summoned James Drummond, the Earl of Perth, to support the '45, he was staying with Robertson and could not reply for several weeks owing to his state of drunkenness, you can see his nose has a wee red sheen to it too!

So popular was Robertson as a leader that it is said that 2,000 of his clansmen marched the 14 miles behind his coffin from Carie House (on Loch Rannoch) to his grave in Struan kirkyard. Much of the Robertson land was returned to the clan in 1784.

Robertson was in direct line of descent from Robert Robertson who played an important part on the capture of the murderers of James 1st that I posted about this morning, and for this service was allowed to erect his lands at Rannoch and Fearnan into a free barony. More about that in the video below.

I did a dig around and found that Struan featured in a BBC series, Scotland’s Clans, Clan Robertson, Myth Busters. It’s not available on the iPlayer but I found it on Youtube, on the link below, it is only 20 minutes long and, in my opinion, a great watch. Oor Alex is described as “a Scottish headbanger” The episode tells the history of the Robertsons and has a fair chunk about Alexander presented by Paul Murton and also features Tony Pollard. Unfortunately it is cut short just as Tony is being interviewed, which is a damn shame!

[recherchestetique]

National Coach Museum - Lisbon - Portugal