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HL- Annabel Cifuentes

"𝘼 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨. 𝘼 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩."

Name: Annabel Fernanda María Isabel Cifuentes de Borja 

Nicknames: Ana, Annie, Doña Annabel 

Birthdate: 7th of May, 1855 

Zodiac Sign: Taurus 

Personality Type (MBTI): TBD 

Blood Status: Muggleborn 

Nationality: Spanish 

Physical Appearance

Hair: Light brown 

Eyes: Hazel 

Height: 1.65m 

Weight: 63kg 

Body Type: Slim 

Skin Tone: Fair 

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): None 

Background

Hometown

Annabel grew up in the noble family of Cifuentes, growing up in the lap of luxury, unaware of the ongoings of an unstable period for Spain. Aged sixteen, she ran away from home when she was forced by her father to marry a man twenty years her senior and stumbled upon Hogsmeade. Phineas Falcon found her and decided to take her in, and that patronage would earn her a position as a Divination professor in the year 1879

Family

Mother: María Consuelo de Borja Serrano 

A beautiful and exemplary woman of the time, her marriage was arranged to Don Cifuentes when she was sixteen, and her cheerful and supportive personality enthralled the twenty-five year old man, who was quick to have six children with her, only two surviving infancy. María doesn’t know where in England her daughter is, but she knows that she is safe and fine. 

Father: Don Alfonso José Cifuentes Villalba 

An ambitious politician who worked with Serrano and Narváez, he was the head of the Cifuentes family and in obligation to marry, and thus decided that he ought to marry someone who brought a bit of laughter to the house, and he met his match with María Consuelo. She was cheerful, kind and what he needed. He hasn’t been able to find Annabel, but knows that she is in England 

Hogwarts

House: Hufflepuff 

Boggart: Her father dragging her to the altar 

Riddikulus: A devil instead drags him to a lake 

Patronus: TBD 

Patronus Memory: Reading in the gazebo at her estate 

Mirror of Erised: Marrying for love rather than money and duty 

Amortentia (what she smells like): Roses, lavender, eau de cologne, cocido and new books 

Amortentia (what she smells): TBD 

Career

17-24: Apprentice 

25-55: Divination professor at Hogwarts 

56-64: Pianist 

65+: Retiree 

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Being away from her father, learn as much as she can, be free 

Strengths: Kind, soft-spoken, sweet and emotionally intelligent 

Weaknesses: People-pleaser, struggles with the language 

Stressed: When talking about her past 

Calm/Comforted: When reading divination books 

Favorites

Colors: Yellow, maroon, green, hazel and white 

Weather: Sunny with few clouds 

Hobbies: Reading, baking, learning more about divination and playing the piano 

Fashion: Annabel initially dresses like a lady of her time, but later in life is one of the first female professors to wear trousers and vests, defying the norms 

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: TBD 

Friends: Phineas Falcon 

Phineas saw potential in Annabel and was quick to take her under his wing. The two of them were like siblings, she being the sister he would’ve liked. 

Owen Capell ( @camillejeaneshphm​ ) 

[INFO TBD] 

Rivals: None 

Trivia

Annabel met Phineas by chance: she was lost in the Three Broomsticks and wanted to ask for directions. She bumped into this big, strong man and he noticed her. With a bit of help, he could understand her situation and decided to take her in until she was fully independant and help him keep an eye on his wild daughter 

She discovered her gift for divination by casualty: she was following the itinerary when she decided to give it a shot, and actually predicted who Phineas’s daughter was in love with. She decided to explore further on her own what she could do: she predicted the whereabouts of the then Prince Alfonso (future Alfonso XII) and the Manifest of Sandhurst 

She loves spicy and savoury food, which raised a few eyebrows, especially with Principal Black, who shared the misogynistic views that spicy food made of women wild and ‘whores’, which proved to be wrong, given Annabel’s sweet and composed nature 

Her favourite student was Nilufer Sultan, whom she related: they took coffee together and shared tales of their Mediterranean summers and leaving their beloved countries to find themselves here. She was the one to predict that she’d find her way back to Simon 

She also had a dream about a battle that would end up being the Somme and soon advised the Ministry not to send too many soldiers to such bloodbath; she was rewarded with 100 pounds 

Nilufer called her to Constantinople to make some predictions about the empire and her future, and proved to be right in most things: she’d find Simon again, the empire was most likely to fall and she’d outlive whoever she married. 

She continued to teach in Hogwarts up until she was fifty-five and loved teaching the children of her former students. Her favourite was Alexandra Somerset, whom resembled the Lady Gray very much 

She died aged 110 years-old in Mallorca, in a villa she purchased under the name “Valeria Martín.” 

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✧ Owen Simon Capell ✧

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[misslisterkeepsajournal]

1822 Thursday 18 July

6 1/2

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At 8 1/4 my aunt and I set off (a cunning little girl our guide - picked her up in the village) to see the cataract Rhiader Mawr - the girl pronounced Rhiader as tho’ pronounced adder - going and returning took us 1 49/60 hour rained all the time more or less, but gentle and not so as to wet one much - my aunt thought the cataract not worth the trouble we had had -

Breakfasted - the milk in the house all sour - desired the waiter to get some elsewhere - no body kept any cows or even goats and no milk to be had - sent for the mistress (Mrs Lewis) she was very civil said it was a shame to live in the country and have no milk, and she sent somewhere, borrowed a pint, and I had at last caffée au lait as usual, and a good breakfast - In paying the bill they gave me in change 2 Irish tenpennys, but valued them at only 9d. - I gave the waiter 1 of these and 2d., and the chamber the other (i.e. 9d.) not giving her anything for my bed, because the sheets were certainly not clean of which I took care to tell both her and her mistress - As they told we could get nothing for the horses at the slate quarries, we took 2 feeds of corn (16d.) with us wrapt up in the plaid - the clouds looked very threatening -

Left Aber at 11 10/60, and in 1 1/2 hour at 12 40/60, on account of a heavy shower, stopt a neat looking small house by the wayside (Mr Jones’s the Tin y Mis Inn, as the chamber maid spelt it, 7 miles from Bangor and 8 from Capel Curig) - Detained here 1 1/2 hour it rained almost all the while, and, besides, Percy had his near hind shoe fastened on - the vale of Nant Frangon began about a mile from Tin y Mis Inn with the slate quarries - drove forwards about 3 1/2 miles to within 4 or 5 miles of Capel Curig, a good way beyond the end of Ogwen pool - the scenery, the tremendous mountains on each side all the way, particularly bordering the lake, sublime and savagely grand - It was aobut 3 hours from our leaving Tin y Mis to our going into the slate quarry which we entered at 4 1/4 and staid 1/2 hour - it rained very heavily all the while and afterwards till we got back to Llandegai (2 miles from here, Bangor) where we turned to our left this morning to Nant Frangon - we turned off to the slate quarries to the left as we returned from Ogwen pool at the last turnpike before Llandegai - owing to some men standing by we took a round in going and were 20 minutes from the high road to the quarries we returned a nearer way in 10 minutes -

The quarries very well worth seeing - shewn us by an overlooker John Hughes, a better sort of workman allowed allowed 14/. a week - 9 hundred and 2 or 3 men employed in all the quarries (belonging now to Mr Pennant who succeeded to the estates of the late Lord Penrhyn, and who, Evan JOnes the Snowdon guide told us had 28,000 a year clearing 18,000 by the quarries) - we saw the largest quarry 450 men employed in it - they were pulling down huge masses of slate with ropes - or rather the ropes were fastened to or about the rock for the men to climb up by, and split or rend off the masses with large iron wedges - others were blasting the rock with gunpowder - this so lacerates the rock, they only do it when other means fail - we went thro’ a longish tunnel from one quarrry to another 60 yards deep - slates different sizes - the largest £7 a thousand delivered at Port Penrhyn (close to Bangor) the smallest 4/6 a thousand - good workmen can earn about £2 a month - each one pays 4/. a month towards clearing away the waste made in getting and dressing the slates - and what more is required is paid by Mr Pennant - the refuse is carted out along the side of the hill, and has a striking effect (like so many pit-hills as we call them) at a distance # - 

We particularly admired the small scattered town and very neat looking church of Llandegai, and should have liked to visit Penrhyn castle at a short distance from it on the right, going from Conwy to Bangor had we had time etc - The castle is approached from Llandegai by a fine gothic gateway under a handsome dog-toothed Saxon church like arch - this, however, struck me as rather inconsistent with a regular castle gate - not yet quite finished - Got out at the Castle Inn, Bangor (at the back of the cathedral) at 6 - Drove down to the bishop’s palace (I suppose it is) at first, and thence directed to the castle - It is the best Inn in the place, but bad enough and dirty enough - quite full - 2 very small hot uncomfortable looking rooms at the top of the house - and a sitting room on the left of the entrance on the ground floor next the street - and even about this we had some difficulty, finding other company when we returned from the Cathedral, and obliged to civilly turn them out, tho’ here before us - A reverend Mr and his daughter Miss Jones from Ruthin -

Walked out before dinner - a very poor little town, and very paltry Cathedral - A great long sword upon a flat table in a niche bespoke the tomb of Owen Glendwr - Suspecting that we ought to have gone to the Penrhyn arms at Port Penrhyn, close upon Bangor, perhaps 1/2 mile off, - I walked to see and be convinced - this is a dirty bustling coach-house - Perhaps Bangor ferry would have suited us much better; but Mr William Henry Rawson said “avoid Bangor ferry” - we shall see it tomorrow - I wish I had not minded this - however, we mean to be off at 7 in the morning and breakfast at the hotel at Caernarvon - we had mullet to dinner (sat down at 7 1/2) well dressed and good - a large too-short-a-time-kept leg of mutton, and a goodish currant tart (pie) - settled the accounts and wrote this journal of today after dinner - It seems to have been fair all the evening - Finished this at 10 1/2 and then went upstairs to bed -

# In returning just as we passed the bridge from the quarries and got back to the turnpike close to it, a flash of vivid lightening came across us immediately followed by a loud peal of thunder, and the rain which had begun just before we got to the quarries, continued till within a couple of miles of Bangor

Reference: SH:7/ML/E/6/0027 - SH:7/ML/E/6/0028

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“[Henry II] assembled a very powerful army of the picked warriors of England, and Normandy, and Flanders, and Gascony, and Anjou, and the whole of the north. He reached Oswestry with the intention of wiping out the Welsh completely” The Chronicle of the Princes, Welsh text describing the events of 1165.

Beginning at the Iron Age hillfort, as I entered the town I had occasion to reflect that it’s long been a battleground; it’s name, deriving from Oswald’s tree (Croesowallt, Oswald’s cross, in Welsh) refers to a battle fought here in the 7th century, which was certainly not the first or last bloodshed here.

The forces of Penda, last pagan king of Mercia, joined together with the Welsh (the indigneous people of this area, who still hoped to wrest it back from the Saxons) against the armies of Oswald, King of Northumbria.

While the rights and wrongs of this conflict are complicated, Oswald’s status as a Christian warrior and Mercia’s status as a bastion of paganism have led Oswald to be sanctified; literally so, as after his defeat and death at the Battle of Maserfield in 642 (believed to have been fought in or very near Oswestry) he has been revered as a saint and the parish church is devoted to him. (2 is Oswald’s Well, which in legend sprung up miraculously when an eagle dropped part of his body here).

This didn’t settle matters and Oswestry lay near to Offa’s Dyke, the boundary between Mercia and the Welsh lands laid down by Mercian king Offa in the 8th century, and was on the English side then as now, though the Welsh never fully accepted this.

In 1066 both Saxons and Celts felt the force of a new conqueror, the Normans, and they constructed Oswestry Castle soon afterwards. Owned by Alan fitz Flaad and his heirs, the FitzAlan family, it was never used as a permanent residence but as a base for subduing English, Welsh and Danish locals.

Soon after its construction England fell prey to a period of civil war called The Anarchy, and as would-be monarchs Stephen and Maud fought for power, the Welsh seized their chance and Welsh prince Madog ap Mareddud captured Oswestry in 1146.

This Welsh resurgence wasn’t to last and the rise of Henry II (1154-89) stabilised and strengthened England, so that the FitzAlans returned to Oswestry and while his Welsh campaign of 1165 was generally a failure, Oswestry was safely English from then on.

After this Oswestry declined in military significance and the townsfolk must have hoped to live in perpetual peace, but that changed on the outbreak of the Civil Wars. With the support of most locals, Arthur Capell, Baron Hadham, held the town for Charles I, but in 1644 it was conquered by Parliamentarian forces led by Thomas Mytton. Sadly this victorious army slighted the castle so thoroughly that what you see is all that remains.

The town, however, prospered, the railway arriving in 1860 and commemorated at the railway museum, and the best symbols of this are the church (restored by George Edmund Street in 1872-74) and (7) the guildhall, designed by Henry Cheers and built 1893 (since 2012 a fine museum).

The Victorian and Edwardian prosperity was interrupted, though, by the outbreak of World War 1, in which Park Hall near Oswestry became a famous training camp whose trainees included Wilfred Owen (who had been born here and is commemorated in (10) the statue in Cae Glas Park.

The Men on the Gates project has extensively researched the war dead, commemorated on the gates of the park in (8), of whom there are 303 from World War 1, Owen of course included, and 86 from World War 2.

Oswestry suffered further setbacks such as the thoughtless closure of the railway in 1966 and of Ifton Colliery in 1968 but has proven resilient. Despite all the bloodshed, and the attempts at wiping out carried out by Henry II and his successors, here one can still reverently drink from the two streams, English and Welsh, which feed into Oswestry as it still is.

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Rhaglen 21/22

Y cyfarfodydd i'w cynnal yng Nghaffi Emlyn, Tan-y-groes, ar Nos Sadwrn gan ddechrau am 7.30 yr hwyr oni nodir yn wahanol 2021 4 Medi Trafod Cyfansoddiadau yr Eisteddfod Amgen 2021 Cadeirydd: Y Prifardd Ceri Wyn (i ddechrau am 7.00) 2 Hydref Gwyn Jenkins Ymateb Pobl Ceredigion i’r Rhyfel Byd Cyntaf 6 Tachwedd Cyflwyniad gan Meinir Mathias 4 Rhagfyr Cyflwyniad gan Gwenith Owen (“Eddie Ladd”) Mins Peis 2022 9 Ionawr, nos Sul Gwasanaeth y Plygain, Capel Blaen-ffos (i ddechrau am 7.00 yr hwyr) 5 Chwefror Meinir Heulyn Caneuon gwerin ar gyfer y delyn 5 Mawrth Cawl ac Eisteddfod Gŵyl Dewi Beirniad: Y Prifardd Aneirin Karadog (i ddechrau am 7:00) 2 Ebrill Cyfarfod Cyffredinol, trosglwyddo’r llywyddiaeth ac wedyn [cyflwyniad i’w drefnu] (i ddechrau am 7:00 yr hwyr) 7 Mai Dathlu’r gwanwyn yng nghwmni pobol ifainc

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2: 23 AM IST

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Northamptonshire 161 for six (Wakely 36*) beat Glamorgan 160 for 7 (Buck 4-29) by four wickets

Nathan Buck‘s productive season persisted as his 4 for 29 led Northamptonshire to a fourth-straight Vitality Blast victory with a four-wicket resolve over Glamorgan at Edgbaston.

His spell helped retain Glamorgan to 160 for 7, a total that never seemed ample, nonetheless Northamptonshire could maybe maybe not earn a vital innings to assassinate the plod and simplest received with four balls to spare due to Alex Wakely‘s unbeaten 36 from 29 balls.

Having been cruising, Northamptonshire wished 19 from the last two overs sooner than Graeme White struck Graham Wagg over level and then conceal for four – nonetheless both White and Wakely survived left out chances. Wakely then powered Marchant de Lange down the floor for four first ball of the last over.

It saved Northamptonshire in pole build apart for a quarter-closing with basically the most easy document in the competition while Glamorgan had been already staring at yet any other disappointing advertising campaign.

Given the carnage that had ensued in the earlier two suits on Edgbaston’s hybrid pitch with a hideously brief boundary in direction of the Priory and Raglan stands – the first innings of both earlier suits had yielded 386 runs in 34 overs – Buck’s figures from his four overs had been miraculous.

Nonetheless he has made noticeable enhancements in this shortened summer and, after a double-wicket maiden helped his aspect to victory on Monday, again used to be efficient with a various of deceptive substitute-u.s.a.and a improbable yorker.

Glamorgan had been in actuality neatly positioned in the at 95 for 1 in the 12th over sooner than Buck returned for his 2d over. He had Gash Selman caught at deep square sooner than taking away the guests chief probability, Andrew Balbirnie, with a pinpoint like a flash yorker.

Balbirnie made 58 in 38 balls – passing the ninth T20 half of-century of his profession in 33 deliveries – nonetheless his wicket left Glamorgan brief of firepower in the closing overs.

Buck also had Owen Morgan caught at brief-third man and Graham Wagg taken by the third, and most spectacular, of Saif Zaib’s catches.

Zaib took Wagg with one hand on the fringe of the long-on boundary, threw the ball up as he tumbled over the rope and frivolously stepped relieve into play to full the receive.

His 2d receive – to comprehend Callum Taylor off Graeme White for 2 – used to be also spectacular as he ran and dived to his left from deep midwicket.

Glamorgan failed to resolve lend a hand of the brief boundary and struck simplest 5 sixes. Selman’s 35 off 32 balls used to be pedestrian given the cases. Dan Douthwaite, who slugged two fours and two sixes in making 23 from 13 deliveries, used to be basically the most easy assorted batsman to build apart Northamptonshire underneath stress.

By disagreement, Northamptonshire struck four sixes within 21 balls of the reply. Nonetheless neither Richard Levi – who pulled de Lange to deep midwicket for 28 – nor Paul Stirling – caught at deep square two balls later for 22 – could maybe moreover assassinate the plod. And when Josh Cobb fell lbw pulling at Prem Sisodiya for simplest 14, none of Northamptonshire’s energy hitters had achieved too essential hurt.

Wakely and Ricardo Vasconcelos, with 25 in 23 balls, instructed the plod frivolously and 37 had been wished from 30 balls. Nonetheless Callum Taylor struck first ball of his spell to comprehend Vasconcelos and then took Zaib caught and bowled to assemble the stress simplest for White and Wakely to form the job.

Victory for Northamptonshire used to be a becoming tribute to David Capel, their venerable allrounder and head coach who died on Wednesday faded 57. The players wore dusky armbands in his memory.

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Non Solus, 10,645 real and imitation pearls sent to me by 147 people, my own pearls, silk thread, 9″ x 7″ x 6.5″, with table 52" x 18" x 37", 2015 on-going participatory object

Non Solus is made of thousands of pearls, both real and imitation, donated by 147 people from around the US and 13 different countries. Using the internet as a way to dispense information and make a public request, I asked for donations of a single pearl from anyone, anywhere. I received contributions from near and far, from people I know and others I have never met. Many donations included multiple pearls and many were special in some way: a grandmother’s pearl necklace; a single earring, once part of a set given as a gift from a father to a daughter; poppy seed-sized antique pearls acquired when a young Spanish jeweler befriended a retired jeweler. Some pearls came with letters, others did not. Some were packaged in tiny boxes with ribbons, while others were padded in bubble wrap. 

Starting with one pearl, the sculpture grew chronologically, donation by donation as each was stitched to the next. Every pearl was photographed, observed, and recorded before it was added to the piece. Non Solus is a on-going participatory object that will never be truly completed, much like how a pearl will grow indefinitely. It is about connection, participation, and collective memory.

Creating this piece was very special, to say the least. I never imagined it would grow into the complex work that it become, and continues to become. When I conceived the piece two years ago and put out my first call for pearls, I really thought a handful of people would respond and that the finished work would be the size of my fist. I never thought it would come to weigh 7 pounds and measure 9″ long! I also did not think I would receive the generous outpouring of care and generosity. I was given some truly unique pearls with heartfelt stories. I often found myself in tears as I opened a new package. 

Discussing it in graduate school with peers and professors allowed me to see it in different ways and to inform it or situate it within historical context (Joseph Beuys and his “social sculpture”) and various art theories, movements, and philosophies (archival art, feminism, phenomenology). Learning about these connections served to create a foundation for the work and deepened the meaning for me.

I am especially grateful to all the people who sent me pearls. I can’t begin to express in words how I feel. Thank you to each of you for being a part of this piece. 

Participants

Chris Keener, Huron, OH, Terry Taylor, Candler-NC, Lisa Norton, Shoreline, WA, Renee Zettle-Sterling, Coopersville, MI, Amy Hockett, Charlotte, NC, Bonnie Lambert, Helena, MT, Lucia Tremont, Syracuse, NY, Rebbecca Tomas, Seattle, WA, Charlene Schneider, Maineville, OH, Ellen Vontillius, Swannanoa, NC, Denise McCarthy, Houston, TX, Gill Miller, Lancaster Park, England, Shannon Cobb-Tappan, Dunedin, FL, Mark Fenn, Capel Iwan, Wales, Jowita Allen, Chevy Chase, MD, Baba Barnett, Raleigh, NC, Shava Lawson, Seattle, WA, Janna and Leah Marinelli, Traveler’s Rest, SC, Kelly Johnston, Bainbridge Island, WA. Kathy Clark, Reykjavík, Iceland, Laura Siegel, Brooklyn, NY, Jannie Rozema, Wageningen, Netherlands, Rachel Ehlers, Lake Ridge, VA, Tom McCarthy, St. Louis, MO, Anastasia Young, London, England, Jane Wells Harrison, Lenoir, NC, Janet Link, Raleigh, NC, Jenny Baughman, Roswell, GA, Lisa Juen, Utica, NY, Hilary Pfeifer, Portland, OR, Susie Luyet, Paia, HI, Sarah Powell, Oberhaching, Germany, Liz Willis, Pirton, England, Philip Sajet, Amsterdam, Netherlands, Jen Townsend, Pittsford, NY, Heather Allen, Raleigh, NY, Raissa Bump, San Francisco, CA, Michael Magno, Brooklyn, NY, Casey Shepard, Los Angeles, CA, Eileen Wallace, Athens, GA, Kathy Brughelli, Middletown, RI, Marianne Dages, Philadelphia, PA, Fritz Maierhofer, Vienna, Austria, Dan Price, Chicago, IL, Mary Quin, Decatur, GA, Claire Sommers Buck, Austin, TX, Linda Callahan, Gloversille, NY, Katie Rosenthal, San Diego, CA, David Chatt, Seattle, WA, Chris Boland, Sheffield, England, Rachel Davis, Milwaukee, WI, Kris Baker, Seattle, WA, Maria Phillips, Seattle, WA, Lori Hawke-Ramin, LaFayette, NY, Michele Tuegel, St. Petersburg, FL, Kelsey Simmen, San Francisco, CA, Erin Wheeler, Johnstown, NY, Crystalyn Brennan, Brooklyn, NY, Elisa Bongfeldt, Berkeley, CA, Stephanie Voegele, Milwaukee, WI, Adrienne Smart, Arlington, TX, Susan Owen, Vilas, NC, Elizabeth Brim, Penland, NC, Meadow Thurston (in memory of), Carolina Apolonia, Middelburg, Netherlands, Rebecca Illet, Cambridge, England, Kathleen Edwards Hayslett, Coralville, IA, Madeleine Veillet, Gaspe, Quebec, Canada, Virginia Hungate-Hawk, Seattle, WA, Tracy Scott, Atlanta, GA, Michelle Smith-Lewis, Seattle, WA, Sarah Rachel Brown, Philadelphia, PA, Jenna Warburton, Seattle, WA, Paul Casey, Seattle, WA, Lisa Macutchan Gray, Seattle, WA, Lori Talcott, Seattle, WA, Catherine Chandler, Portland, OR, Stacey Mosteller and Noreen Coveny, Endicott and Richfield Springs, NY, Holinka Escudero, Mexico City, Mexico, Jane Ponsford, Esher, England, Jan Smith, Salt Spring Island, BC, Canada, Mary Wolaniuk, Boulder, CO, Christina Carlbaum, Gnarp, Sweden, Louise Perrone, Vancouver, BC Canada, Devon Matlock, San Francisco, CA, Siri Kvalfoss, Tyssedal, Norway, Claire MacDonald, Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Emily Kidson, London, England, Michele Wyckoff Smith, London, England, Tara Locklear, Raleigh, NC, Robin Kranitzky and Kim Overstreet, Richmond, VA, Natascha Bybee, Seattle, WA, Natalia Araya, Valencia, Spain, Katja Prins, Amsterdam, Netherlands, Diego Richardson Nishikuni, London, England, Andrea Wagner, Amsterdam, Netherlands, Lylli Meredith, Seattle, WA, Elle Sharifpour, San Diego, CA, Miri Admoni, Sde Tzvi, Israel, Bonnie Levinthal, Philadelphia, PA, Lien de Clercq, Antwerp, Belgium, Melody Woodnutt, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia, Katharina Schneider, Blönduós, Iceland, Karen Vanmol, Antwerp Belgium, Yvette Dibos, San Diego, CA, Devon Clark, Palm Harbor, FL, Amy Sledge, Sheung Wan, Hong Kong, Amy Bishop, Aptos, CA, Anonymous, Long Beach, CA, Anastasia Egorova Shelyakina, Illes Balears, Spain, Cathy Woodall, Hebden Bridge, West Yorkshire, England, Caitlin Skelcey, Urbana, IL, Sam Woehrmann, San Francisco, CA, Rachel Weidinger, Oakland, CA, Hilde De Decker, Antwerp, Belgium, Kit de Sousa, Randolph, NJ, Bette Schuler, Tuscon, AZ, Melissa Lyon, Sherman, NY, Susan Bolding, Hayward, CA, Catherine Chambers, Ísafjörður, Iceland, Jonis Black-Parr, Seattle, WA, Christina Shmigel, Shanghai, China/Bakersville, NC, Nikki Couppee, Oakland, CA, Sara Erkers, Gothenburg, Sweden, Dawn Nakanhishi, Soquel, CA, Kerianne Quick, San Diego, CA, Shane Prada, Baltimore, MD, Mike Holmes, San Francisco, CA, Julia Turner, San Francisco, CA, Tescia Seufferlein, Oakland, CA, Lisa Fidler, Petaluma, CA, Sharon Tavern, Richfield Springs, NY, Elísa Mjöll Guðsteinsdóttir, Reykjavík, Iceland, Brooke Marks-Swanson, South Bend, IN, Lisa Heller, Philadelphia, PA, Kathleen Browne, Ravenna, OH, Megan McGaffigan, Vancouver, WA, Maya Kini, San Francisco, CA, Maria Porges, Oakland, CA, Chelsea Poe, Oakland, CA, Liz Oppenheim, Oakland, CA, Sara Valente, Herkimer, NY, Helga Ragnhildur Mogensen, Reykjavík, Iceland, Zoe Ani, San Francisco, CA

Images by Jamee Crusan.

Thanks for reading.

[endlessly-cursed]

A Living Dynasty, Prologue: Who Is She?

A/N: The prologue is here!! I know it’s short, but as the story goes and progressess, there will be more. I’m excited to write the era of the founders. Let me know if you want to be tagged or removed from the list!! 

Summary: Many legends plagues Henriette’s memories. After many centuries, she finally speaks up 

OCs featured: Reuben Willows ( @that-scouse-wizard​ ) Professor Capell ( @camillejeaneshphm​ ) 

OCs mentioned: Elian Goldcrest ( @potionboy3​ ) Atticus Doherty ( @hphmmatthewluther​ ) 

Word Count: 794 words 

Taglist: @hphmmatthewluther​ @camillejeaneshphm​ @gaygryffindorgal​ @that-scouse-wizard​ let me know if you want to be added or removed from the list!!! 

3rd of May, 1897

Everyone had huddled up in History of Magic’s class, curious of the ‘pleasant surprise’ Professor Capel had for them. Primrose looked around and saw the only free seat was next to Reuben Willows. She smiled “May I?”

Reuben nodded “Of course! Do sit down. You’re Lady Gray, right?”

“I am. And you are Reuben Willows.”

She extended her hand and he shook it “It’s nice to meet you personally. I’ve heard much of you.”

“And I, of you as well. Especially of your gifted girlfriend.”

Reuben chuckled “Gifted is one word for it, yes. But I wouldn’t have her any other way.”

Primrose was to say something when Professor Capel cleared his throat and smiled. Many of the ladies, many of her friends, stared at him “Be welcome, class, today is a special day, for we will be personally studying the time of the founders. As I promised, there is a surprise: many of your ancestors lived there and were allies of each founder. Notorious members such as the Doherty family, apprentice of Rowena Ravenclaw,” Primrose tried not to blush, remembering the other night’s escapade with Mr. Doherty “your ancestor had a splendid power that banished the changelings into the class. Lady Coventry, your ancestor Mathilde was notorious as well for… well, poison and conceit.” She could almost hear Georgia chuckle “Miss Dubois, your ancestor, Brunhilda, was infamous for being a tad too close to Mathilde and committing several war crimes during the wars. And lastly, Lady Gray, your ancestor Henriette was a loyal companion of Helga and her story is a most certainly intriguing one.”

Primrose frowned “Oh? I don’t follow…”

“There are legends about her. Especially of her love life. Many said that she had an affair with the Sovereign of the Changelings and could’ve had a child with them, and that she married someone else to correct that mistake. His name was Frederick of Kent.”

She could see Reuben stiffen “That is my ancestor!” He looked at Primrose and she blushed, feeling awkward of all sudden.

“And, of course,” Professor Capel carried on “there was the Goldcrest rebellion, but now we will focus on…” Primrose looked for Elian and found him there. Their eyes connected and he shrugged. She almost forgot that his birth had been closer to her ancestors. He didn’t look or behave like he was almost six hundred years old.

As she started to take notes on what she was reading of Henriette, she wondered if she have had indeed an affair and married Frederick out of duty. She now had a purpose: uncover her true story.

Three hours later

Primrose knew that, if Henriette had been that crucial to the founders, she’d be in the castle somewhere. Suddenly, a striking young woman with clothes of the century stared at her. She had a beautiful blonde hair, though most of it was covered by the headwear of the time and tightly brushed into a complex hairdo. She wore a yellow dress, richly decorated and had her blue eyes she often saw in the mirror.

“Henriette?” She whispered “Henriette of Wessex?”

The portrait smiled “Ah, you must be another of my descendants! Come along, sweet girl. What is your name?”

“Lady Primrose Gray of House Somerset.”

Henriette smiled sweetly “I’ve heard that you will run Winbourne on your own. Well done, my child. But you’re not here to discuss that, are you?”

“You are correct. I want to hear your story. All of it.”

Henriette sighed, still smiling “It’s been nearly a thousand years, many Somersets have come to see if the rumours about me are true. But you, my dear, want to hear all of it instead of jumping into conclusions. Very well. Take a seat, dearest, this is a long story. You will want to hear if it was true that I had an affair and a possible child and married out of duty and obligation. I never did such a thing. Never.”

“You’re saying that you loved your husband?”

“I did, by God, I did. Not at first. I do not know when it began. Before our lips touched for the first time, I knew I was his and his alone. But the way I loved Betwixt was different, and not many would understand it. But you are different. There’s something about you that I like, that will make of my legacy something worth keeping. I shall begin where it all started: when I left the first groom chosen for me when I was but fifteen by my over-ambitious father, Marcus the Spineless, and indeed, he had no spine in battle or when it came to hand over his only child to the highest bidder.”

[camillejeaneshphm]

Owen Capell’s profile:

BASIC INFO

Quote by Character: “I will never be an outcast, no matter what they say.”

Full Name: Owen Simon Capell

Nicknames: none yet

Gender: Cis Man (he/him)

Sexuality: Grayromantic

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Species: Vampire

Blood Status: Muggleborn

Date of Birth: 17 May 1802

Race/Ethnicity: White British

Nationality: British

Short Bio: While on a research trip in his early twenties, Owen met a woman named Juliet. He fell for her quickly, but things turned when she bit him and turned him to a vampire. 

Personality: Has a bit of a superiority complex, very intelligent

Languages: English, German, Italian, French, Spanish

Likes: Books, travel, history

Dislikes: Cravats, tight spaces

Greatest Flaw: Pride

Greatest Strength: Intellect

Place of Residency: 

birth-11: Warwick, England

11-17: Alternates between Warwick and Hogwarts Castle

17-24: Student of History at various universities

24-retirement: Alternating between Rye, England and Hogwarts Castle

Retirement: Rye, England

Future Career: Professor of History of Magic

APPEARANCE

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Skin Tone: Very Pale

Height: 6 ft

Weight: 74 kg

Physique: Somewhat stocky

Style Choice (what they like to wear): Contrary to most vampires, Owen easily keeps up with popular fashion. 

Accessories: An old pocket watch, his wedding ring

Inventory: His wand, a book, vials of blood to sate himself

Scars: The bite scar on his neck, a thin slice across his stomach

Face Claim: Luke Newton

Voice Claim/description of what they sound like: Luke Newton

MAGIC

Wand Description/Picture: Sycamore, Unicorn Hair, 10 inches

[The sycamore makes a questing wand, eager for new experience and losing brilliance if engaged in mundane activities. It is a quirk of these handsome wands that they may combust if allowed to become ‘bored’, and many witches and wizards, settling down into middle age, are disconcerted to find their trusty wand bursting into flame in their hand as they ask it, one more time, to fetch their slippers. As may be deduced, the sycamore’s ideal owner is curious, vital and adventurous, and when paired with such an owner, it demonstrates a capacity to learn and adapt that earns it a rightful place among the world’s most highly-prized wand woods..]

Wand reaction when chosen: Tiny fireworks

Boggart: His wife threatening to leave him 

Riddikulus Form: She cracks a joke instead

Patronus: Bat

Patronus Memory: Him and Juliet finally making amends

Animagus: none

Amortentia (what they smell like): Something metallic, with some old books and something leathery

Amortentia (What they smell): gardenias, roses, and a hint of champagne

Mirror of Erised: Vampires finally being accepted into wizard society

Misc. Magical Abilities: Vampirism

Favorite/Created Spells: none

SCHOOL LIFE

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Ilvermorny House: n/a

Organizations Joined: None

Apprenticeships: Assistant Professor at Hogwarts

Professions: Professor of History of Magic at Hogwarts 

Best Subjects: History of Magic, Divination, Herbology

Worst Subjects: Potions, Astronomy

Favorite Teachers: n/a

Least Favorite Teachers: n/a

Class Proficiencies (OWL grade, n /10 or ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆):

Astronomy: P

Charms: EE

DADA: EE

Flying: A

Herbology: O

History of Magic: O

Potions: P

Transfiguration: EE

Ancient Runes: EE

Divination: O

STATS

Power (magic): 8/10

Power (physical strength): 6/10

Intelligence: 10/10

Skill: 7/10

Teamwork: 8/10

Speed: 7/10

Defense: 3/10

RELATIONSHIPS

FAMILY:

Father: Philip Capell, a poor laborer. After Owen turned eighteen and left for his travels, he never saw his father again, and Philip died just a year later. 

Mother: Bridgette Capell, a washerwoman. She met Philip when they were both older, and Owen was their only child. She died when Owen was sixteen. 

Friends:

Closest In-Game Friends:

n/a

Closest MC friends:

None yet (open to interaction)

Love interest:

Juliet Cadogan. She met Owen while he was on a research trip to France when he was twenty-two, and they quickly fell in love. Though she turned him into a vampire, their love has never faded. 

Dorm mates:

None yet (four open spots)

Rivals:

None yet (open to interaction)

Enemies:

n/a

Pets: None

[placetobenation]

Thus far, I’ve kept this intro short & sweet, focusing on getting to the results I know you care about. But for the last round, I wanted to take this space and thank the powers that be at Place to Be Nation. I’ve been listening to some of the OGs of the podcasts that eventually formed PTBN, like JT, Scott  and Chad for the better part of a decade and have heard them talk about wrestling for 100s, if not 1,000s of hours. You feel like you really get to know someone listening to them that much, even if you’ve never met. That’s not unlike sports radio show hosts, talk show hosts or DJ’s, but what was unique was the community that was built from these podcasts over the years.

Today, the work of so many people has led to an online wrestling/pop culture juggernaut featuring hot takes and shit takes and fire spit and bullshit displayed across the PTBN Wrestling, Pop Culture, the North-South Connection, Jenny Position and the website (apologies if I missed any feeds.) I’d list all the new podcasts with interesting gimmicks and great content, but I’m sure I’d forget somebody.

Through all that’s been going on the past few months, the pods, the discussion about these results or the next project (which you need to join if you haven’t already) has been a highlight in an otherwise dreary run. Maybe wrestling podcasts and online discussion won’t cure coronavirus or single-handedly lead to racial harmony, but it’s been a nice distraction from real life. Hopefully, you’ve all got a great support system of family and friends like I do, and enjoy all this free entertainment as a nice distraction. But if you need more, PTBN’s built a great community and I consider many of that group friends I’ve never met. And if you ever need a little more of a pick-me-up than typical wrestling/pop-culture buffoonery, feel free to reach out to that community or message me anytime.

OK, I’m off my soapbox and ready to reveal the 5 Greatest WWE Matches Ever, as voted on by you Place to Be Nation! I’ll add some commentary on the results afterwards.   If you missed any previous results, you can find those results here.

5. Bret Hart vs. Owen Hart 

Date: 3/20/94

Event: WrestleMania X

# of Ballots: 33

Avg. Rating: 13.93939

High: 2

Low: 49

High Voter: Andu, Rory McNamara

4. Shawn Michaels vs. Undertaker – Hell in a Cell 

Date: 10/5/97

Event: IYH: Bad Blood 1997

# of Ballots: 35

Avg. Rating: 17.22857

High: 1

Low: 75

High Voter: Logan Crosland, Calum McDougall

No. 1 Votes: 2

3. Ricky Steamboat vs. Randy Savage – WWF Intercontinental Title Match 

Date: 3/29/87

Event: WrestleMania III

# of Ballots: 35

Avg. Rating: 16.42857

High: 1

Low: 51

High Voter: Brian Scala, David Schletty, Scott Criscuolo

No. 1 Votes: 3

2. John Cena vs. CM Punk – WWE Title Match

Date: 7/17/11

Event: Money in the Bank 2011

# of Ballots: 35

Avg. Rating: 10.68571

High: 1

Low: 59

High Voter: Aaron George

No. 1 Votes: 1

1.  Bret Hart vs. Steve Austin – Submission Match 

Date: 3/23/97

Event: WrestleMania 13

# of Ballots: 36

Avg. Rating: 6.055556

High: 1

Low: 68

High Voter: Steve Riddle II, Justin Webb, ROBERT SILVA, Tyler Kelley, Ben Locke, Michael Schoen, James Derbyshire, JT Rozzero, Rory McNamara, Dennis Nunez, Trust Issues, Jacob Williams, Chad Campbell, Martin Boulevard, Jeff Quinn, Tim Capel

No. 1 Votes: 16

I found a few things interesting in the final results. Steve Austin vs. Bret Hart from WM 13 was the one and only match that appeared on all 36 ballots, which is amazing to me. It was also the only match with an average rating under 10. The winning Austin-Hart match nabbed 16 of 36 first place votes (44.44%), but no other match received more than 3 first-place votes (Savage-Steamboat from WM 3) and only 3 other matches received 2 first-place votes (Shawn Michaels vs. Undertaker- HIAC at Badd Blood, Ultimate Warrior vs. Randy Savage at WM 7 and Johnny Gargano vs. Andrade Cien Almas at NXT Takeover Philadelphia.) That leaves 11 matches receiving a single first-place vote. The oldest match to make the top 100 was Pat Patterson vs. Sgt. Slaughter in an Alley Fight on 4/21/81 and the most recent match to make the top 100 was Kofi Kingston vs. Daniel Bryan at WrestleMania 35.

Thanks for reading, participating, discussing and debating matches that made the list or just missed it. This project was a blast and the next one to determine the Greatest WCW Match Ever is off to a fantastic start.

[misslisterkeepsajournal]

1822 Sunday 14 July

6 35/60

11 3/4

My aunt and [I] off at 8 1/2 to Castel Dinas Bran (bran, crow, i.e. Crow Castle #) and got back at 10 10/60 - 36 minutes in ascending to the summit - A boy, the under waiter at the Inn, went with us as guide, and led us by the way thro’ the little garden of evan Parry whose son, a boy of 12 or 13, accompanied us with 2 sticks pronged with iron - my aunt used hers, but I had no need of one - the way is perfectly good and considering the steepness of the ascent, and the dryness of the ground, not at all slippery for I never slipt once even with my bright iron-heeled boots on - little steps cut which obviate whatever difficulty there might otherwise be - there was a light blue mist over the mountains which impeded our view - and, after reading Bingley’s description, and that ascending Dinas bran might be a substitute to those who had not ascended Snowdon, I was disappointed  - we could not see near to the end of the vale of Llangollen - nor distinguish anything of Vale Crucis Abbey - the hills immediately around bounded our view very narrowly - the remains are very small - Mrs ..... (not Middleton) of Chirk to whom the castle belongs, is going to build a sort of gothic cottage or summer house at the top of the hill (the shell nearly completed) the castle is to be walled round with an upper and lower wall, and the rest of the ascent planted all round - this will be a very great improvement - the waiter seemed to know something of the underground communication with the castle mentioned but disbelieved by Bingley - he (the waiter) said it was somewhere towards the north end of the castle but now filled up with stones -

In descending we gave the boy 1/. for going with us and taking the sticks and went into his father’s cottage - very neat - his wife and youngest daughter there very neat looking healthy people -  a very nice old man - a slater by trade and slated “that grand house” the King’s head - He had been reading the “English physician” an old physic book - we asked him to read us a little of the 1st chapter of Saint John in Welsh - he did and I tried to read after with tolerable success - the pronunciation is very guttural, but I think I could get the language in a few months so as to make myself pretty well understood -

Had breakfast as soon as we got back - Excellent bread and butter hot home-made rolls, etc and good coffee - At 11 3/4 my aunt and I, accompanied by Boots to introduce us, walked to Plâsnewydd - the gardener in waiting - we talked to him a good deal - he seemed a good sort of intelligent man much attached to his mistresses after having lived with them 30 years - he had walked about the country with them many miles when they were young - they were above 20 when they 1st came there - and had now been there 43 years - they kept no horses but milked 6 cows - said I, “can they use the milk of 6 cows?” “Oh! they never mind the milk - it is the cream” - he said Lady Eleanor Butler was a good deal better - He remembered Mr Banks - he had been there 4 or 5 times - I told him I had longed to see the place for the last dozen years, and we expressed our great admiration of the place - In Saint Gothens (for I know not how else to spell it and which we most particularly admired) was a little book case of 30 or 40 little volumes chiefly poetry Spenser, Chaucer, Pope, Cowper, Homer, Pope’s, Shakespeare etc - I quite agree with M- (vide her letter) the place “is a beautiful little bijou”, shewing excellent taste - much to the credit of the ladies who have done it entirely themselves. The gardener said “they were always reading” - the dairy is very pretty close to the house and particularly the pump gothic iron-work from Shrewsbury (Colebrookdale perhaps originally) - the well 7 yards deep - It is an interesting place - my expectations were more than realized and it excited in me, from a variety of circumstances, a sort of peculiar interest tinged with melancholy - I could have mused for hours and dreampt dreams of happiness, and conjured up many a vision of anxious hope -

In our return we strolled thro’ the churchyard - I shall copy the epitaph to Lady Eleanor Butler’s and Miss Ponsonby’s favourite old servant, Mrs Mary Clark, who died in 1809, when we go back + - just peeped into the church. Stood in the porch - the sermon not concluded - for the benefit of the distressed Irish -

Got back to the Inn at 1 1/4, and off to Corwen at 1 3/4 and got here (Corwen) in exactly 1 40/60 hour at 3 25/60 - (dated at Cernioge 8 1/2 p.m.) Very fine drive (10 miles vide Carey page 235) from Llangollen to Corwen, the Dee within a short distance on our right all the way - the banks shaded by rather large trees - perhaps chiefly alders - the valley narrow the hills on each side bold and beautiful and picturesque - the road like a bowling green - one of the best I ever travelled - government have lately taken this road (the whole way from London to Holyhead) into their own hands, and, tho’ the tolls are much heavier in consequence, yet vast improvements have been made in the road, and are now going on in different parts of the line of it - Corwen is a small limestone-built postal town, like a neat village, a small church on a rising ground on the left just after one entrance of the town - Stopt 1 10/60 hour at the Inn to bait the horses - the Owen Glendwr, apparently a very comfortable Inn - a good place to sleep at, if one was not anxious to get on farther -

Left Corwen at 4 35/60 and got here (Cernioge Mawr) in 3 hours at 7 35/60 - the road very pretty for about 6 miles to Lundyforth (according to the pronunciation) ((Pont y Glyn or Pont Dyn Duffws) vide Nicholson’s Guide page 353.) bridge, prominently situated over the Dee which foamed in a tolerably broad but shallow stream over its broken rocky bed below - we stopt and got out of the gig for a minute to view it - the road (to the right of it) cut thro’ the rock to a considerable depth - from here, however, the beauty of the road begins to decline, and the last 3 miles from Cerig y Druidion (Cherrig (ch pronounced like ch in church) y Druidyon) plain and dreary - the land poor and peaty, the hills quite bare - a little before Cerig y Druidion, we observed a conical hill, having the appearances of 2 mounds or terraces as at Dinas bran, and which we took for the citadel of Caractacus mentioned by Cary - there seemed something like an old stone work remain on the side towards Cerig y Druidion - the last 2 or 3 miles of the road almost in a straight line before us, and Cernioge Mawr tho’ a very neat looking whitewashed house, stands by itself in the midst of hills so bare of people and trees, my aunt and I agreed we should not like to stay here longer than necessary - there is a turnpike bar very near - the gate (there are two such between Llangollen and Corwen) such as I had never seen before, struck us exceedingly - 

ten iron radii, about 1 inch broad and 1/4 inch thick, spring at equal distances from the circumference of the 2 little quadrants o circles placed in the corners at the foot and top of the hanging side -  a very slight iron post is fastened to the stone-posts - and upon the top of this single iron post, finished off to admit it, the gates are hung by a 

swinging on the top of these posts -

Sat down to dinner here about 8, Kenioge Mawr Inn as the man of the Inn spells it - Trout, mutton chops, and gooseberry tart and cream - very good - Settled everything and paid - the bill etc and came up to bed at 9 1/2 to be in readiness in the morning to start at 7 for Capel Curig - wrote the last 9 lines of today - after having curled my hair - feel so very heavy and sleepy, I can write no more - I wonder what success I shall have about Lady Eleanor Butler and Miss Ponsonby. Mrs Davies thought they would be pleased with my note - but I cannot write more now - than that we have had delightful weather today, and have travelled on most comfortably - I am more than 1/2 asleep and must make the best of my way to bed - ‘Tis now 11 1/2 - E... [regarding her venereal condition: 3 treatments] a good deal of discharge - I have heard the win whistle here 2 or 3 times - what a dreary place it must be in winter! -

# Tuesday 20 August 1822, improperly called Crow castle -

+ omitted copying the epitaph as I intended - sorry -

Reference: SH:7/ML/E/6/0025 - SH:7/ML/E/6/0026

[cymdeithasceredigion]

Cystadleuaeth Cadair Pat Neill – Aros – Huw Dylan Owen, Treforys (ffugenw: Derfel)

Aros

Pen Set

Er y brys, rhwydd a di-oed fu f'oedi, 

Cefais ffics o Netflix a dyna ni

Yno'n ddiddos. Heb os roedd 'na bwysau 

Lasŵ o'm hamgylch, teimlo'r cylch yn cau. 

O'r sgrin mewn cowboi-siwt ai fy nhiwtor 

Welwn â drylliau ’stadegau di-dor?

Ond llawenydd oedd hirddydd cyfforddus

O heddwch iach a sleboga'n ddi-chwys.

Tu hwnt i'r hoe a phaned roedd dedlain

Nad oedd yn cymell, fel llinell mewn llain

A her iasol hen gowboi i'w chroesi

Ar ei geffyl gwyn yn fy nychryn i.

O'r fan hyn mae'n llinell bell sydd yn bod

I herio a minnau ar ddisberod.

 Llain Galed M4

Yn wyrthiol rhwng sbwriel gwrthun - a mwg 

Mewn man diamddiffyn

Yn iach a hardd ymysg chwyn 

Mae haul y blodau melyn.

 Ni Fethodd Gweddi Daer Erioed

Gwylia hon a’i goleuni yn cerdded

I’r cwrdd yn ei chloffni

I heddwch ei thŷ gweddi,

Y gynta’ i’w hoedfa yw hi.

  I oedfa o henoed lledfyw – wele'r 

Wylaidd drwy dre ddidduw

Yn baglu i Dŷ ei Duw, 

Annedwydd unig ydyw.

 Yn unig cerdd ei hunan â’i hysgryd,

Yn fusgrell fel cryman

 chamau yn ei chwman

I gael awr o’r ysbryd glân.

 Un awr lân aiff ar liniau – un orig

O fore’i gweddïau,

Awr hir o edifarhau

Un awr a’i thaith yn oriau.

  Hir artaith fu’r daith y dwthwn – hwnnw, 

Di-hoen, di-emosiwn

A bas a di-demtasiwn

Ydyw crwydr ei hollfyd crwn.

  Yno mae gwynfyd ei byd bach – unig, 

Ac yno’i chyfeddach

Â’i Chalfin, dyma’i chilfach

A man oer emynau iach.

  Â’i hemynau mae yno – a’i chanu

Yn chwennych ddoe eto

A'n ddiwyd ei gweddïo

I nawdd Ei Oleuni O.

  Crebachu

Mae yno’n erwau Mynwy, 

Yno mae, er nad yw mwy.

 Yno bu tranc yr heniaith

A'i gwres, ond erys yn graith 

Ddaliwyd ar hap mewn mapiau...

Ein hiaith na ellir rhyddhau.

Y Gymraeg hen mewn enwau 

A’u rhith sy’n mynnu parhau

I raddau ar arwyddion

Ar yr hewl i’r Gymru hon.

  Iaith welaf, ond di-lafar

A hesb yw, aeth geiriau'n sbâr, 

Iaith na chlywaf ar dafod

Yno'n byw, ond mae hi'n bod. 

Di-glywed ond gweledig

Yno'n drwch hen enwau drig

A geiriau yn y gweryd

O'r llwch yn harddwch o hyd.

   Cyfforddus

Er mor ansad ydyw'r gwadnau - a hyll 

A thyllog y sodlau;

Er eu hoed a'u hen lledr brau 

Y rhain saif yn ffefrynnau.

 Disgwyl

Yn hogyn roedd fy neges – yn eglur, 

Yn raglen wrth-ormes,

A’m tafod rydd di-rodres

Yn ffraeth a’m dyddiau yn ffres.

 Dyddiau fu’n llawn gwleidyddiaeth – a nefoedd 

Cyfiawn wrth-wladwriaeth,

A chanu am Gymru gaeth 

Yn seiliau fy sosialaeth.

  Hyn o sylwedd roddodd seiliau, – fory 

Guevara trown innau!

Rhown faeth i’r cenedlaethau 

A mwy, gan ochel dogmâu.

  Anochel bod dyfodol – o arwain, 

Herio’r drefn geidwadol

Yn arwr egwyddorol, 

Ysblennydd lywydd di-lol.

  Rhyw lolian rhwydd oedd blwyddyn – o wyliau

At ‘Dolig tra’n blentyn;

Yma nawr a minnau’n hyn

Rhy gynnar yw tro’r gwanwyn.

  Yn gynnar daeth deugeiniau – a’i gwynion, 

Rhy gynnar i minnau

Gael mantais uchelgeisiau,

A’r haf pob blwydd yn byrhau.

  'Rol hapusrwydd tro'r flwyddyn – yn wylaidd 

Sylweddoli'n sydyn:

Rhith 'dwi, i ble'r aeth y dyn

Yr anogais tra'n hogyn.

   "Nice day, makes it go  quicker"

Er yr haul hir-ymarhous -yw heddiw,

Rhaid dioddef y cyfoes 

A hin boenydia einioes-

I rai rhy hir yw eu hoes.

  Cyllell Boced Tad-cu

Pery'n finiog er na fu hogi – llafn 

Ei gyllell hen 'leni,

Ei hiraeth ddeil i dorri

Drwy niwl y cof ynof fi.

  Erfyn

Un wennol yw'n hysgolion, 

Un rhy hwyr i'r Gymru hon. 

Amatur yw’n blaguro

Yn ein gwlad hyd erwau’r glo.

I’n hiaith hen, nid gwên ond gwg, 

Mae’r gwanwyn ym morgannwg?

 Canmlwyddiant y Capel 

I’w hyfory rhoesant fawredd – a  rhoi 

O’u gras a’u hynawsedd,

Gosod eu gwir ar dirwedd 

A hau had i gywain hedd.

 Craf a naddu heddwch – yn eu cwm, 

Creu lle cain o lân hagrwch,

Yn werddon o  harddwch

A rhoi’u credo drosto’n drwch.

 Yn gymyn rhoi’i dirlun gadeirlan – wâr  

gariad dan hugan

O fwg, rhoi gwawl eu mawlgan

Yn deml uwch tyrrau o dân.

  Rhoi tŵr i’w hiachawdwriaeth – a gosod 

Gwŷs mewn pensaerniaeth,

A neges eu Cristnogaeth

Yn llenwi’r meini â’u maeth.

  Mae yno fwy na meini – a doethwyr; 

Mae cymdeithas heini

A graen yn ei sylfeini

Yn nawdd i’n haddoli ni.

  Yn nodded i’n cymunedau – yn sad 

Fe saif drwy’r blynyddau,

Yn iasol drwy hir oesau

Meini hen yn lain mwynhau.

  Ein gwaddol yw’r hen addoldy – odiaeth, 

Treftadaeth i’w ddathlu,

Onid hardd y saif ein t ŷ

I herio ein hyfory.

 Saith 

(Cynhelir coffadwriaeth blynyddol Brwydr Llwchwr/Gwyr 1136 ar ddydd calan am hanner dydd yn Garn Goch. Bu farw 500 dros Gymru ym Mrwydr Llwchwr. Llynedd - saith ddaeth i gofio...)

 Eu hamdo oedd clô'u gorymdaith, - cofiwn 

eu cyfiawn caledwaith;

I wrando gwlatgar araith

Yn swil heddiw daeth ond saith.

  Gwibient a'u cri'n llawn gobaith - i'w hangau'n 

Llwyr ingol dros heniaith;

'N ufudd i gofio'r afiaith 

Yn syn eleni 'mond saith.

  Uffern fu'r frwydr diffaith - y miri

A'r marw bum-canwaith,

Colli'r cyfan drwy anrhaith; 

Yn siom eleni daeth saith.

  Er yr hoen ym mheirianwaith - y milwyr

pery malais artaith

Y gad a'i holl anfadwaith 

Erchyll; yn sefyll 'roedd saith.

  Mil gwron frwydrodd estroniaith - cleddau 

Yn claddu eu gobaith;

O'u gwirfodd nawr at gerfwaith

Yn ddi-syfl coffa 'roedd saith.

  Er eu rhwysg y gro oedd eu rhaith - o drwst

Y drin a'u gorchestwaith

O fynnu cartref uniaith;

Dros Gymru'n sythu 'roedd saith.

  Yn gryf nawr erys y graith - yn waddol

I naddu gwlad berffaith,

Gwaed cad yn adeiladwaith;

Yn sicr, 'mond dechrau yw'r saith.

  Nodyn gan y Bardd

Fe’m ganwyd yn Crewe, fe’m magwyd yn Nolgellau, ac wedi cyfnodau mewn prifysgolion (Pontypridd, Caerdydd, Caerwysg, ac Abertawe), rwy’n byw ers troad y ganrif yn Nhreforys, Abertawe.  Yn briod â dwy o ferched (Mirain yn ysgol Bryntawe, Abertawe, a Heledd ym Mhrifysgol Aberystwyth), rwy’n gweithio gyda’r gwasanaethau cymdeithasol ym Mhowys. 

Rwyf yn gerddor gwerin (banjo a’r mandolin ac ati) ac wedi cyhoeddi cerddoriaeth gyda grwpiau gwerin (e.e. Gwerinos, Alltud).  Yn ogystal â threfnu a chynnal digwyddiadau Cymraeg yn Abertawe, rwyf yn rhoi gwersi Cymraeg yng nghlwb y gweithwyr yn Nhreforys.  Cyhoeddais gyfrol ar archeoleg ym Meirionnydd (Meini Meirionnydd) a chyfrol ar ddiwylliant cerddoriaeth werin (Sesiwn yng Nghymru).  Rwyf yn cyhoeddi englynion yn rheolaidd drwy drydar: @Gurfal

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Morfudd Llwyn Owen - E. Lois

Morfydd Llwyn Owen

(1891-1918)

Ganwyd Morfydd Llwyn Owen ar y 1af o Hydref 1891, yn Nhrefforest yn Sir Forgannwg. Roedd ei rhieni yn gerddorion, ac roeddent hefyd yn rhedeg busnes clustogwaith.

Erbyn iddi droi’n 16, roedd hi’n cael gwersi preifat gan Yr Athro David Evans ym Mhrifysgol Caerdydd. Yn 1909, pan oedd yn 19, cyhoeddodd ei darn cyntaf o gerddoriaeth: emyn dôn o’r enw ‘Morfydd’. Dechreuodd fynychu Prifysgol Caerdydd, ac ennillodd ysgoloriaeth gerddorol ‘Caradog’ yn ystod ei hamser yno. Graddiodd mewn cerddoriaeth yn 1912.

Wedi iddi raddio, cafodd ei derbyn i Orsedd y Beirdd yn Eisteddfod Wrecsam, ac derbyniodd ysgoloriaeth i fynychu’r Academi Frenhinol yn Llundain.

O dan ofal Frederick Corder yn yr Academi Frenhinol, cyfansoddodd ystod eang o gerddoriaeth newydd a oedd yn denu sylw mawr iddi a’i cherddoriaeth. Cafodd lawer o glod yng ngolofnau papurau newydd Llundain.

Yn ystod ei chyfnod yn yr Academi Frenhinol, ennillodd lawer o wobrau ac ysgoloriaethau, gan gynnwys Gwobr Blue-Riband, Gwobr Oliveria Prescott, a Medal Arian Charles Lucas am gyfansoddi.

Yn ystod ei chyfnod yn Llundain, cyfarfu â sawl unigolyn o Rwsia, a chafodd ei hysbrydoli cymaint gan gerddoriaeth Rwsia fel y penderfynodd ymgeisio am fwrsari i astudio yno. Ennillodd hi’r bwrsari, ond cafodd ei hatal rhag mynd yno gan y Rhyfel Byd Cyntaf.

Wedi iddi raddio, cafodd ei phenodi’n aelod o staff yn yr Academi Frenhinol.

Yn ystod ei hamser yn Llundain, mynychodd Gapel Bresbyteraidd Cymraeg Llundain yn Charing Cross. Cyfarfu â sawl ffigwr Cymreig adnabyddus o’r cyfnod trwy’r capel, gan gynnwys David Lloyd George, Sir John Herbert Lewis, a Ruth Herbert Lewis.

Treuliodd Morfudd lawer o amser yng nghwmni’r teulu Lewis. Byddai’n aros yn eu tỳ hwy, ac yn eu diddanu trwy ganu.

Trwy weithio â Ruth Herbert Lewis, daeth Morfydd yn rhan o waith y Welsh Folk-Song Society. Trawsgrifio, yn ogystal â chyfansoddi cyfeiliant i sawl Gân Werin Gymraeg. Pan fyddai Ruth Herbert Lewis yn darlithio am Ganeuon Gwerin Cymru, byddai Morfudd yn chwarae esiamplau cerddorol o’r darnau. Yn 1914, cydweithion nhw ar gyhoeddi ‘Folk-Songs Collected In Flintshire and The Vale of Clwyd.’

Yn ystod ei chyfnod yn Llundain, treuliodd amser â D. H. Lawrence ac Ezra Pound. Cafodd ei hysbrydoli’n fawr yn Llundain – cyfansoddodd lawer o gerddoriaeth.

Tua diwedd 1916, cyfarfu Morfydd â’r seicdreiddiwr Ernest Jones, ac wedi carwriaeth fer, priodon nhw ar y 6ed o Chwefror 1917, yn Swyddfa Gorfrestru Marylebone. Daeth hyn yn sioc mawr i deulu a ffrindiau Morfudd. Roedd Ernest Jones yn ffigwr dadleuol ar y pryd, gan ei fod yn brif esboniwr o syniadau Sigmund Freud ym Mhrydain.

Yn haf 1918, pan oedd y cwpl ar wyliau ger Abertawe, yn nhỳ tad Jones, datblygodd Morfydd atodiadwst acíwt. Gan fod angen triniaeth frys arni, daeth llawfeddyg leol i roi triniaeth iddi yn y cartref teuluol.

Wedi’r driniaeth, cwympodd Morfudd yn ddifrifol wael, a bu farw ar y 7fed o Fedi 1918.

Claddwyd Morfydd ym mynwent Ystum Llwynarth, ger Abertawe. Ar ei bedd mae’r geiriau o Faust gan Goethe ‘Das Unbeschreibliche, hier ist's getan’, neu ‘Yr hyn annhraethol, yma’n gyflawn.’ 

Mae’r erthygl hon yn ddyledus iawn i waith Ben Gwalchmai.

https://www.walesonline.co.uk/lifestyle/nostalgia/if-significance-were-fully-realised-12597069

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morfydd_Llwyn_Owen

E. Lois yw arlunydd Rhithganfyddiad, Crysau T Golau Arall, ac arlunydd a churadur Prosiect Drudwen. 

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1869 article in the Spectator. Leominster at War and much more.

Gryffyth, the Welsh Prince, and iElfgar, or Algar, the insurgent

http://archive.spectator.co.uk/article/10th-july-1869/12/gryffyth-the-welsh-prince-and-ielfgar-or-algar-the

Saxon earl, in their raid into Herefordshire, of which we have already spoken, took and fortified Leominster ; but abandoned it on the approach of Earl Harold, who is said to have strengthened the defences and placed a garrison in it. According to the tradi- tion of the place, a castle or palace was here built by Merwald, on a hill half a mile from the town, afterwards called Comfort Castle (perhaps the mount to the eastward overlooking Hay Lane), where, in the time of Leland (Henry VIII.), there were some remains of ditches, Scc., and whither the people of Leominster came once a year to "sport and play." At the time of the formation of Domesday Survey, at any rate, Leominster was a place of con- siderable importance.

The manor, we learn from this document, had been assigned by the Confessor to his Queen, Editha, and it was governed by eight prsepositi, eight bedelli, and eight radchenistri or free tenants, and contained 238 villani, 74 bordarii, and 82 male and female slaves. The manor then belonged to the King, and great part of the customary rent was paid as composition for salt fish and eels. Here was also a wood, six miles in length and three broad ; but it had begun to be disforested, and cleared for tillage. In the reign of William Rufus the fortifications of the town were strengthened and enlarged to resist the incursions of the Welsh.

Henry I. in 1125 gave the manor, with all its appurtenances, then valued at £666 19s. 8d. annually, to the abbey which he had founded at Reading, and cottsequently the religious house, the Priory at Leominster, became a cell of Benedictines subordinate to Reading. From a record of the time of Henry IV., it seems that this cell had then no less than thirty-one servants, and at the Dissolution of the Monasteries "its revenues were greater than those of any cell in the kingdom."

The remains of the Priory now form part of the union workhouse. From the time of the grant to Reading Abbey, the town of Leominster was governed by an upper and under bailiff, appointed by the abbots, or by the priors of Leominster, and these officers were assisted by a common council of the principal burgesses. Henry II. granted the town its first annual fair in 1170. In the reign of John, William de Braose, lord of Breck- mock, who had several times been sheriff of the county, and was possessed of many of the border castles, being in arms against the King, seized Weobley Castle, and then marched against Leominster, which at first resisted, but in a few weeks had to surrender.

De Braose is said to have plundered and burnt the town, and the priory and church, and ill-treated the inhabitants ; previous to this time, it is said that the buildings of the town were situated more on the western bank of the Lugg than they are at present. De Braose had afterwards to fly abroad, and his wife and eldest son were starved to death by the King in Windsor Castle. Edward I. granted the town of Leominster two additional fairs, and from the 23rd of his reign it returned two representatives to the Home of Commons, till its recent semi- disfranchisement. The Earl of March was confined by Owen Glen- dower at Leominster, in a dungeon, according to tradition, at the top of Church Street ; he also is accused of plundering the church and levying a heavy contribution on the monks. After the battle of Shrewsbury, the town and its neighbourhood became the scene of some remarkable military manoeuvres between Glendower and Prince Harry of Monmouth. Glendower abandoned Leominster, and entrenched his army on a hill, about two miles to the south. Prince Henry, after reconnoitring this position, took up a post of observation on a neighbouring eminence, waiting till want of pro- visions should compel his able adversary to descend from his stronghold. Glendower at last, after feeling the strength of the enemy by skirmishing parties, finding the Prince too strong for him, endeavoured to withdraw without a general engagement ; but the future hero of Agincourt had divined his purpose, and pressing upon him in close pursuit, caused a panic among the Welsh, who broke up and dispersed in every direction. The garrison of Leominster formed part of the forces of Jasper, Earl of Pembroke, when he was defeated by the Earl of March, in the Wars of the Roses. On the Dissolution of the Monasteries, the manor of Lsominster was resumed by the Crown. "The town," writes Leland, in that reign, "is meetly large, and hath good buildings of timber.

The town, by reason of their principal wool, use great cirapings of cloth, and thereby it flourished. Since, of later years, it chanced that the cities of Hereford and Worcester complained of the frequency of people that came to Lemster, in prejudice of both their markets in the shire town, and also in hindering their draping ; whereupon the Saturday market was removed from Lemster, and a market on Friday was hereby assigned to it ; since that time the town of Lemster hath decayed." The wool of the district "enjoyed great repute in the sixteenth century," and is celebrated by the poet Drayton. On the death of Edward VI., about 13,000 men assembled near the town in the interest of Queen Jane and Dudley, Duke of Northumberland, and though their numbers diminished with the increasing strength of Queen Mary's party, those who remained entrenched themselves on an eminence about a mile west of the town. Here they were attacked by the inhabitants, assisted by a force from Hereford under Philip Hobby, Richard Wallwayn, and Francis Throckmorton, and completely defeated and dispersed. Queen Mary, in reward for this service, besides promoting the leaders, granted the borough its first regular charter of incorpora- tion (1554), with other valuable and extensive privileges. In the reign of James I., the manor of Leominster was granted to his favourite, George Villiers, 1st Duke of Buckingham of that family, on a yearly rent of £,305 us. 5d. towards (it is presumed) the jointure of the Queen, Anne of Denmark, in whom Leominster had been vested. During the civil wars of Charles I. we find the town noticed as "a very malignant [Royalist] place, but of great con- sequence, and very rich." In April, 1643, it was taken by Six- William Waller for the Parliament, the inhabitants disarmed, and a garrison placed there.

A battery of cannon was also erected near the church to overawe the inhabitants. The manor passed into the possession of Harry Marten, the celebrated member of the Long Parliament ; but, on the Restoration, came back to the second Duke of Buckingham. He, it is well known, ran through all his property, and the manor and borough of Leominster passed to Major Wildman (celebrated in the time of CromwelPs Protecto- rate), to whom the Duke owed £14,000. -The Major sold them in 1672 to Lord Coningsby, Chief Justice of Ireland, and from him they passed, through an heiress, to the Capels, Earls of Essex. _Mr. Colt, M.P. for the borough in the reign of Charles II., incurred in 1678 a fine of 1100,000, and was im- prisoned till the arrival of William III. for his advocacy of "the Protestant succession," but was twice elected for the borough during his confinement. A new charter of incorporation was granted in the reign of Charles II. The spacious church of Leominster, which has been recently restored by Scott, con- tains portions of every style of architecture, "and is united on the

side to a more ancient church of plain yet good Norman. Thechurch is of great breadth, nearly equal to its length."

Leominster was " formerly one of the principal seats of the glove manufacture, but latterly the business has been on the decline.. Hatsare now made and coarse woollens, but the latter only to a small extent. Tanning is extensively carried on, but the present. reliance of the town is on its retail trade with the adjacent coun- try. Coal is brought from Shropshire partly by canal, partly by railway, from the Clce hills." The land of the borough and out- skirts is chiefly in the hands of the residents, some of it in very small portions. A free grammar-school, founded and endowed by Queen Mary, is said to have become in modern times a mere- private school, except that the corporation pays the master an annual -stipend of 120. The population of Leominster was, in 1861, 5,658, a considerable increase from that of 1851, which was 5,214 ; and the town is growing also in its assessed wealth.

Among the celebrated natives of Monmouthshire we ought, perhaps, to mention the chronicler Jeffery, or Geoffrey-ap-Arthur, better known as Geoffrey of Monmouth, if, as is supposed, that town was his birthplace. He lived in the reigns of Henry I., Stephen, and Henry II.; was Archdeacon of Monmouth, then. Bishop of St. Asaph (in 1152) ; and, being obliged to abandon his- see in consequence of the Welsh troubles, was appointed by Henry II. Abbot of Abingdon, in which monastery he died. What amount of real facts lies at the bottom of his romantic history of Britain it is not easy to say ; his chief value is as an antiquarian topographer. Enough of the buildings of the old Roman Britain seem to have remained down to his time to inflame- his vivid Celtic imagination ; and on these and his classical reminiscences he built up a wild and incredible narrative of the glories of the age of King Arthur and the mystic princes. who preceded him in the so-called imperial throne of Britain, to which the poets of the middle ages are under far greater- obligations than the historical students of the present day. The other name connected with Monmouth is King Henry V. Walter Cantilupe, Bishop of Worcester in the reign of Henry III., deserves notice as a member of a Monmouthshire family for his patriotic boldness in encouraging the Barons in their resist- ance to the misgovernment of King Henry, incurring sentence of excommunication from the Pope for promising them a heavenly reward for their devotion to the cause of liberty. Perhaps- Monmouthshire may also boast of being the birthplace of Richard de Clare, the celebrated Earl Stronybow, the conqueror of Ireland ; it certainly contained the castle which was then the seat of his

family. William Herbert, Earl of Pembroke in the reign of Henry VI., and his brother, Sir Richard Herbert, both distin- guished soldiers of the old paladin class, were natives of this county. Henry Plantagenet, first Duke of Lancaster, surnamed Wryneek, and known as the good Duke of Lancaster, was born in Monmouth Castle. He was father-in-law to John of Gaunt. But the most remarkable native of Monmouthshire was Sir John Old- castle, Baron of Cobham, the scholar friend of Henry of Monmouth, whom Henry gave up to the vengeance of the Romish Church. He was born at Old Castle, in this county. As an early companion of Prince Henry he is involved with him in the stories of youthful debauchery to which we are indebted for Shakespeare's Prince Hal and Sir John Falstaff, but in all probability the charge is as unfounded in the one case as in the other. The Lollardism or Puritanism of Sir John Oldcastle in the latter part of his life, with which his name is associated in the modern mind, makes his identification with the Falstaff of our dramatic reading a curiously puzzling phenomenon.

Passing over the doubtful claim to Cardinal Adam de Easton, in the latter part of the fourteenth century, the following names may be assigned to Herefordshire as the place of their birth :- Adam de Orleton, Bishop of Hereford, Worcester, and Winchester, who was born at Hereford, labours under the imputation of having incited the murder of Edward II. by the Delphic line, " Eduardum Regem occidere nolite tinaere bonum eat," which gives opposite advice according to the different pointing. Robert Devereux, Earl of Essex, Queen Elizabeth's favourite, was born in Nether- wood, in this county, November 10, 1567, as was also Roger Mortimer, Earl of March. Richard Hackluyt, the collector and publisher of accounts of voyages of discovery in the reign of Queen Elizabeth, was a Herefordshire man. So was John Gwillim, the celebrated author of the Display of Heraldry in the reigns of Elizabeth and James I., who was born at Hereford. So were Eleanor Gwynne (" Nell Gwynne "), in a humble dwelling in Pipe Lane, and David Garrick the actor, at the Angel Inn in Widemarsh Street. Robert Harley, Earl of Oxford, the celebrated minister of Queen Anne, though born in London, was one of a leading Herefordshire family. His father, Colonel, afterwards Sir Everard Harley, and his grandfather, Sir Robert Harley, were conspicuous members of the Presbyterian party in the Long Parlia- ment, and the leaders of the Parliamentarians in this county. John Kyrie, the benevolent "Man of Ross," immortalized by Pope, who died in 1724, aged 81, though born at Whitehouse, in Dymock parish, Gloucestershire, was not only connected with Herefordshire by residence, but by extraction, the Kyrles belonging properly to that county.

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Girlhood #2

About the show: The Fort Collective presents… ‘Girlhood #2’Bringing together the work of over forty artists, mostly based in Melbourne, Girlhood #2 aims to showcase a broad range of creative interpretations and reflections on gender. From the minds of artists who, themselves, are women or nonbinary folk, what does it mean to have experienced a girlhood in some way? Or to have had one thrust upon you? Our experiences with gender, and how we are treated because of it, have to some extent helped form who we are. Each of these artists gives us a glimpse into their internal landscape, and by extension, pieces of the collective journey of girlhood, of womanhood, or something in between. Dealing with misinformation and underrepresentation on a daily basis, living in a sexualised and undereducated society. The artists of ‘Girlhood’ are asked to explore these themes within their work, and are free to show anything that speaks ‘girlhood’ to them, or that says something about themselves, as women, as people familiar with the experience of girlhood. When: 20th of November 6.30 pm Where: 164 Gore Street, Melbourne, Australia 3065 What: 'Girlhood 2' an art exhibition. STRICTLY NO BYO 18 + event Visual artists: Katie Gray/Alice Chalmers/Gemma Flack/ Edwina Stawski/Ray Pulman/Olga Tsara/Jazz Milburn/Bryanna Pearl Taylor/ Claire Maud/ Joanna Beck/Lara Chamas/Mouse/Naomi Reiber/Erica Wrigley/Gina Bo Bina/Sophie Collier/ Natasha Hansen/ Chloe Hagger/Tanya Bickers/Simsala Grimm/Katie Bishop/Tammy Scott/Alice Shiny/Chiara Ze/ Crystal Knight/Wishcandy/Stephanie Sultana/Ziggy Firth/Yasemin Sabuncu/ Nina Cheles/ Tiffany Willenberg/Stephanie Rooney/ Hannah Lily Campbell/ Emily Beasy/Sage Fury/Natalia Bennett/Georgina Savage/Kat Karamitros/Jessica Murtagh/Yaren Ilayda Ceylan /Jenny Huang/Megan Jean/Julie Milton/Sharyn Del Giudice/Marisa Matear/Samara Joy Owens /Lucy Hodgson/ Katerina Capel/Alana Maree Wilkie/Heidi Ann/Lowana leereveld/Thao Bee Nguyen/Jessie Adams/Baby Voodoo/Saeromi Park/Maite Pons/Coco Sims/Alison George/Jodie Fraser/Kater Horvath May/Elloise Mae Foster/Tessa Rose/Tamar Dolev/Danielle Walker/Emma Bovill/Lucy Hodgson/Catherine Dyhin/Kalindy Williams/Priscila Madalena Santos