Any suggestions for books that have a cozy fall feel to them? I'm trying to read my way to cooler weather :P

I sympathize with this endeavor! I have a double confession to make, though. 1) I am never sure what people on Tumblr mean when they say "cozy." 2) Even though I am fairly certain what "cozy" means when applied to subgenres of light fiction, this is not what I seek when I turn to seasonal fall reading. What I am usually looking for in autumnal fiction is some combination of:

death and decay are inevitable; they can also be beautiful

autumn is a time simultaneously of hope and of reckoning with that hope's disappointment

the academic calendar and academic communities (see also above, tbh)

With, um, all that in mind... some recommendations.

Gaudy Night, Dorothy L. Sayers. "Let us go now, and have the truth at all hazards" and also "epic actions are all fought by the rearguard" and "if it ever occurs to people to value the honor of the mind equally with the honor of the body, we shall get a social revolution of a quite unparalleled sort."

Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh (for its gorgeous descriptions of all seasons, and also everything else)

Embers, Sándor Márai (the end of a life and the end of an empire... but maybe not the end of love)

On the Edge of Reason, Miroslav Krleža (I'm pretty sure this opens in September; it is beautiful and poignant and savage)

Lolly Willowes, Sylvia Townsend Warner (this actually might come quite close to what you are looking for; this is a lovely and tender and melancholy and hopeful book)

A Small Town in Germany, John Le Carré (small town, large stakes, and Le Carré's customary insight and humor)

Radetzkymarsch, Joseph Roth (this is another end-of-empire one)

Georgics and Eclogues, Virgil (his birthday is in October! lots of lovely harvest poetry and also poetry about destructive love.)

Summer in the Country, Edith Templeton (summer must end, empire must end, deceptions... may or may not)

The Last September, Elizabeth Bowen (the last because in the autumn of 1920, in County Cork, old certainties and old loyalties are about to go up in flames.)

The Salzburg Connection, Helen MacInnes (not only is this that too-rare thing, an espionage novel written by a woman, but the thing I remember best about it is the male protagonist's quotation of/meditation on Rilke's "Herbsttag.")

The Dig, John Preston (this takes place, of course, over a summer, from May to September. But this is 1939, so September is always, always on the horizon. I did not particularly like the beautiful film as an adaptation, but I want a motivational poster of Ralph Fiennes saying "We all fail! every day!")

I hope that at least some of these may be interesting! I also always think Ellis Peters does a lovely job of evoking seasons in her Cadfael novels, and you could do worse than going through and reading the autumnal ones.

reading list (dec)

fic:

jean rhys, quartet

marian engel, bear

edith templeton, gordon

non-fic:

kennedy fraser, ornament and silence: essays on women's lives

virginia woolf, moments of being: a collection of autobiographical writing (reread)

claire harman, charlotte brontë: a life

jean rhys, smile please: an unfinished autobiography

elena ferrante, in the margins: on the pleasures of reading and writing

amina cain, a horse at night: on writing

Special Guest Kitty Kildare - Author of Death at the Fireside Inn: 1920s Historical Mystery (Veronica Vale Investigates) #GuestPost / #Giveaway - Great Escapes Book Tour

Death at the Fireside Inn: 1920s Historical Mystery (Veronica Vale Investigates) by Kitty Kildare It is my pleasure to welcome Kitty Kildare to Escape With Dollycas today. WHY COZY MYSTERIES by Kitty Kildare Life is full of mystery. I’ve always had a fascination with finding out what goes on beneath the surface of every situation. I learned this the hard way when I made an off the cuff comment about someone’s ridiculously happy marriage and how content they seemed and I’d be so lucky to be in that situation. Two hours later, and after a lot of shed tears, I learned the grim reality of that magical marriage. That lesson showed me nothing is ever quite what it seems. The happy smile on the baker’s face as he stocks his counter for the day. The cheerful whistle of the chimneysweep as he goes about his job (does that whistle sound strained to you? And what’s that rolled up in the back of his van?) And the intense expression of the chambermaid as she dashes past with a bundled parcel. Is she busy or does she have something to hide? What else is going on? I always ask myself about the secrets the strangers I meet could be keeping. If you’re ever bored on a journey, it’s a wonderful game to play. Look around the aeroplane, train carriage, or even glance into other people’s cars if you’re stuck in traffic, and play the what if game. What if that person is scowling because they’ve learned a secret about their older brother? A secret that’s lost them thousands of dollars and the respect of their father. What if the woman looking pensive has learned a dark puzzling clue to exactly what her husband was doing two weeks ago last Friday? What will she do with that knowledge? What if the speeding fool who is risking his life and everyone else’s, is dashing somewhere of the utmost importance? Maybe he has a clue that will solve a murder tucked in his inside jacket pocket. Or he needs to get somewhere by a certain time to interview a key witness or the case will fall apart. Sometimes, playing this game makes real life seem so much more interesting. My characters always ask the question ‘what if’ and dig for more information. They’re never content with the surface, simple answers they first receive and are observant of their surroundings and the way people interact with them and others. It’s often the small clues and the little hints that give away the big secrets. The Veronica Vale Investigates series delves into people’s lives and unearths the often surprising (and sometimes shocking) secrets. Secrets that lead to murder. And my sleuth is never alone. That’s another delightful thing about cozy mysteries. Veronica is surrounded by friends and family who inspire her to do her best. The mysteries could never be solved without the valuable input of those around her. Ruby Smythe, her best friend. Her fretful, nosy mother, Edith, and the not always helpful Inspector Templeton. And not forgetting Veronica’s amazing clue-hunting dog, Benji. I can think of nothing I’d like more than to solve perplexing mysteries surrounded by the people I trust most, and for those people to encourage me to do my best and find a solution to a confounding puzzle. I’m only a hero when I have my team around me. The same goes for Veronica. And the nice thing about having a team to help you solve the puzzles, is that once you’re done, you can go and have a delicious slice of cake, a gossip, and a nice cup of tea in your favorite café. Would anyone like to join Veronica, Ruby, and Benji for afternoon tea at the Ritz? Thank you, Kitty, for stopping by today. ______ Keep reading for more information about Kitty's book.  About Death at the Fireside Inn Death at the Fireside Inn: 1920s Historical Mystery (Veronica Vale Investigates) Historical British Cozy Mystery 1st in Series Setting – 1920s London, England K.E. O’Connor Books (January 16, 2024) Number of Pages: 225 Digital ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0CL2HDFSM A fading star, a puzzling death, and a mystery that must be solved! Veronica Vale spent a turbulent few years serving her country during the Great War - doing more than her role in the exchange network suggested! Now back on British soil and adjusting to life as an obituary writer for her uncle's newspaper, while caring for her ailing mother, Veronica has gotten used to a slower (and safer) pace of life. Excitement comes from fun parties, walks with Benji, her beloved rescue dog, and volunteering at the Dogs' Home. When an old family friend, and former superstar of the theatre, Florence Sterling, is discovered dead in her dressing room at the Winter Garden Theatre in London, Veronica is curious to discover what happened to the sweet, funny, ruthlessly ambitious beauty. Much to the dismay of her sometimes nemesis Inspector Templeton, Veronica is tasked with writing Florence's obituary. And what she learns will blow the roof off the theatre! That's if she survives to tell the tale. *** If you love witty dialogue, historical glamour, intrigue, and a fast-paced cozy mystery set in 1920s England, then you'll adore Kitty Kildare's unputdownable whodunits. About Kitty Kildare Immerse yourself into Kitty Kildare's cleverly woven historical British mysteries. Follow the mystery in the Veronica Vale Investigates series and enjoy the dazzle and delights of 1920s England. Kitty is a not-so-secret pen name of established cozy mystery author K.E. O’Connor, who decided she wanted to time travel rather than cast spells! Enjoy the twists and turns. Author Links Webpage    Facebook    GoodReads Purchase Links: Amazon US   Amazon UK   Amazon CA   Amazon AU TOUR PARTICIPANTS - Please visit all the stops.  February 7 – Mystery, Thrillers, and Suspense – SPOTLIGHT February 7 – Sneaky the Library Cat's Blog – CHARACTER INTERVIEW February 7 – Christa Reads and Writes – CHARACTER GUEST POST February 8 – Cozy Up With Kathy – REVIEW, AUTHOR INTERVIEW February 8 – Escape With Dollycas Into A Good Book – AUTHOR GUEST POST February 9 – Maureen’s Musings – SPOTLIGHT  February 9 – Sarah Can't Stop Reading Books – REVIEW February 9 – Novels Alive - REVIEW February 10 – Socrates Book Reviews – SPOTLIGHT February 10 – FUONLYKNEW – SPOTLIGHT February 11 – #BRVL Book Review Virginia Lee – SPOTLIGHT February 11 – Sapphyria's Book Reviews – SPOTLIGHT February 12 – Literary Gold – AUTHOR INTERVIEW February 12 – Eskimo Princess Book Reviews – SPOTLIGHT February 13 – Christy's Cozy Corners – AUTHOR GUEST POST February 13 – Guatemala Paula Loves to Read – REVIEW February 13 – Elizabeth McKenna - Author – SPOTLIGHT a Rafflecopter giveaway Have you signed up to be a Tour Host? 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Old lineart finished for @iwantacorgisobad‘s name day as a “gift” because I am this creative. Edith and Kendra wering matching T-shirts what we found in Sinsay years ago. :D

It is already on insta, so check it out! 

They could not face death, quiet, enthroned

My thoughts on the stories in Weird Women: Classic Supernatural Fiction by Groundbreaking Female Writers, 1852-1923, ed. Leslie S. Klinger and Lisa Morton (2020) - Final Part #ripxvi #lohfreadathon

Hi, folks! This is the final post where I talk about some of the stories in the collection Weird Women: Classic Supernatural Fiction by Ground-breaking Female Writers, 1852-1923, ed. Leslie S. Klinger and Lisa Morton (2020), as part of my Deal me In project. For more about the project & my previous posts on it, go here: Reading Plans | Stories 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 – 7 | 8 – 11 | 12 – 15 | 16-23 (you are…

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El Recuerdo

En días de confinamiento, nada como recordar. El recuerdo es el éxtasis de la soledad, es tu vida interior, es la nostalgia, el recuerdo te mantiene viva, el recuerdo lo es TODO. Si no tienes nada que hacer, recuerda. Ah, Lowenstein, Lowenstein...

↥ Descripción del capítulo–26 de Abril del 2020

Mencionado:

Sant Jordi

Huevo Mollet// Ricotta// Sabina//Mecano

William Wordsworth “el ojo interior del alma (el recuerdo) es el éxtasis de la soledad”.

Coti-Vintage (secreto antiguo)

Stendhal

Hiroshima Mon Amour//Rashomon

Barbra Streisand: El príncipe de las mareas (1991) Yentl (1983)

Unorthodox

Nora Ephron

St. Elmo Punto de Encuentro - Joel Schumacher

Reencuentro - Lawrence Kasdan

Studio 54 - Matt Tyrnauer (Liza Minnelli & Mikhail Baryshnikov)

Esplendor en la hierba - Elia Kazan

El Gran Gatsby

Lee Radziwill

Grey Gardens– Ellen Hovde, Albert Maysles, David Maysles y Mue Meyer

Síndrome de Diógenes

Los recuerdos de Grey Gardens - Göran Olsson

Dicen Sympathy for the devil (Gordard) pero creo que se refieren a esta Gimme Shelter (Albert Maysles, David Maysles, Charlotte Zwerin)

Gordon - Edith Templeton

Canciones:

Pure– Lightning Seeds

El principe de las mareas

Big Town Girl – Cameron Avery

Young Hearts Run Free–Candi Staton

Help The Aged– Pulp

Weird Women. Classic Supernatural Fiction by Groundbreaking Female Writers: 1852-1923, edited by Lisa Morton and Leslie S. Klinger, Pegasus Books, 2020. Info: pegasusbooks.com.

From two acclaimed experts in the genre, a brand-new volume of supernatural stories showcasing the forgotten female horror writers from 1852–1923. While the nineteen-year-old Mary Shelley may be hailed as the first modern writer of horror, the success of her immortal Frankenstein undoubtedly inspired dozens of female authors who wrote their own evocative, chilling tales. Weird Women, edited by award-winning anthologists Lisa Morton and Leslie S. Klinger, collects some of the finest tales of terror by authors as legendary as Louisa May Alcott, Frances Hodgson Burnett, and Charlotte Gilman-Perkins, alongside works of writers who were the bestsellers and critical favorites of their time—Marie Corelli, Ellen Glasgow, Charlotte Riddell—and lesser known authors who are deserving of contemporary recognition. As railroads, industry, cities, and technology flourished in the mid-nineteenth century, so did stories exploring the horrors they unleashed. This anthology includes ghost stories and tales of haunted houses, as well as mad scientists, werewolves, ancient curses, mummies, psychological terrors, demonic dimensions, and even weird westerns. Curated by Klinger and Morton with an aim to presenting work that has languished in the shadows, all of these exceptional supernatural stories are sure to surprise, delight, and frighten today’s readers.

Contents: Introduction by Lisa Morton and Leslie S. Klinger “The Old Nurse’s Story” (1852) by Elizabeth Gaskell “The Moonstone Mass” (1868) by Harriet Spofford “Lost in a Pyramid, or the Mummy’s Curse” (1869) by Louisa May Alcott “What Was the Matter?” (1869) by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps “Nut Bush Farm” (1882) by Mrs. J. H. (Charlotte) Riddell “The Gray Man” (1886) by Sarah Orne Jewett “In a Far-Off World” (1889) by Olive Schreiner “The Giant Wistaria” (1891) by Charlotte Perkins Gilman “The Lady with the Carnations” (1895) by Marie Corelli “The Were-Wolf” (1896) by Clemence Housman “An Itinerant House” (1897) by Emma Frances Dawson “Transmigration” (1900) by Dora Sigerson Shorter “The Wind in the Rose-Bush” (1902) by Mary E. Wilkins-Freeman “The Banshee’s Halloween” (1903) by Herminie Templeton Kavanagh “In the Closed Room” (1904) by Frances Hodgson Burnett “The Dream Baby” (1904) by Olivia Howard Dunbar “The Third Drug” (1908) by Edith Nesbit “The Pocket-Hunter’s Story” (1909) by Mary Austin “Twilight” (1912) by Marjorie Bowen “The Swine-Gods” (1917) by Regina Miriam Bloch “Jordan’s End” (1923) by Ellen Glasgow Acknowledgments About the Authors

for the ask thing, the multiples of 3! :)

do you miss anyone?

i miss my dad sometimes

is it hard for you to get over someone?

not really, lmao

who did you last see in person?

the girls at work

what is something you want right now?

a hug and a shoulder to lay on 🥴

personality description

kinda scary at first but a softie at heart

do you miss how thing were a year ago?

until march 16th yes

age and birthday?

26 (sept. 16)

height

1.70cm/5’7

things i hate

oh i hate mouth sounds, like, eating with your mouth open and all that

favourite tv show(s)

fleabag, hannibal, sex education, e.r.

something you want to learn

i’m trying to learn italian but i just suck when it comes to paying attention to things online so i’m just waiting for this fuck fest to end so i can sign up for a classroom course

3 dreams you want to fulfill?

have my own place, live in italy for a while, and open my cafe, idc which one comes first

favourite sport(s)

wrestling, volleyball

favourite book(s)

gordon by edith templeton

how you found out about your idol

i honestly can’t remember? i remember seeing sufjan stevens’ name somewhere and finding it cute and when i listened to him i fell in love

turn offs

prejudicial ppl in general, weird feet lmao

starsign

virgo!

something thats worrying me at the moment

life in general and when am i going to get that fucking anti covid juice in my arm

favourite animal(s)

oh, dogs, cats, ferrets, elephants

17 Questions & 17 Answers

thanks for the tag @takagishingo 🥰

tagging: @simperium @soaringyonder and anyone else that wants to do it (tag me so i can see!!!)

NICKNAMES: ju, jubs, some close friends call me marie julie (they say it’s my french alter ego) also julinha, which i’m not very fond of (it’s my name’s diminutive in portuguese) but my uncles, my boss and almost everyone tends to call me like this for some reason so i got used to it

ZODIAC SIGN: virgo (yeah i know but i’m fun i swear)

HEIGHT: 1.70/5’7”

HOGWARTS HOUSE: i’m not that big on harry potter but it’s slytherin

LAST THING I GOOGLED: temuera morrison (yes i was reading abt season 2 of the mandalorian)

SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD: by my side by inxs

NO. OF FOLLOWERS: this sideblog and my main combined have something around 1400+

AMOUNT OF SLEEP: work has been hectic so i’m getting 6-7 uninterrupted

LUCKY NUMBER: umm idk, i like 6

DREAM JOB: it’s not a job per se but i dream of one day opening up a coffee shop where i can mix it with some sort of art gallery

WEARING: black shirt, black pants and white adidas superstar

FAVE SONG: all time is lullaby by the cure and recent one is alanis’ interlude by halsey

FAVE INSTRUMENT: i really like bass and drums, i almost studies bass but i’m too much of an idiot and gave up before i even started

FAVE AUTHOR: ugh, this one is hard bc i’ve been in that mood™️ for a long (and i mean since 2013 long) while that i can’t finish a book if it meant saving my life, which sucks bc i love reading... but anyway, when i was a teenager i used to love meg cabot. also my favourite book is gordon by edith templeton and man was i too young to be reading that, last year i reread it and it’s such a heavy book but it’s a good look and how people affect each other

FAVE ANIMAL NOISES: i used to love the little noises rubi, my dachshund, would make when she was walking, or the ones she made when she would ask us for whatever we were eating (i miss her so much 😔)

RANDOM: i have something around 16 tattoos and i’m planning on having my right arm as a full sleeve of insects and plants and flowers

A RECENT PIC: i haven’t took any quality selfies these days but here’s ya girl at her works’s bathroom last monday

Our new lady #flock. Tbh, they are so sweet and docile I'm feeling like I don't want to introduce a #rooster here. I may put the two Barnevelder laying hens we're picking up tonight in with the bantams in hopes of keeping Charlotte in check...and maybe Charlotte's brother Aranea can hang with them... And then Fussy and Templeton and MAAAAAAAYBE aunt Edith (who we THINK are all hens) can come live with these ladies, and the remaining guys (Fernie & Uncle Hen) can have a little bachelor pad all to themselves. #Roosters really do kind of ruin everything, but I love them anyway. No names for these ladies yet. Still waiting to see what their personalities are like. #Cochins #unrulyfarm https://www.instagram.com/p/CFpJVTeF9rr/?igshid=16a68g1ac9uok

I'm always in the mood for comedy; have you enjoyed anything with jokes in it? My recent fiction new reads include The Constant Rabbit, Harrow the Ninth, the Vinyl Detective series.

Thank you for recommendations-in-exchange! Given what I usually post about, “have you enjoyed anything with jokes in it?” is an amply justified question. The answer, however, is yes! 

The funniest book I’ve read recently is Geoff Cebula’s Adjunct, a campus novel about academia’s timeless peculiarities and uniquely twenty-first-century dysfunctions.

I also enjoy Alexander McCall Smith’s Portuguese Irregular Verbs series, sharper and darker than most of his work, which is all to the good, I think.

For somewhat darker humor, from Central Europe, I recommend:

Edith Templeton, Summer in the Country

Bohumil Hrabal, Closely Watched Trains

Miroslav Krleža, On the Edge of Reason

Sándor Márai, Casanova in Bolzano

Oh, oh, and also! for two uproarious Oxford comedies, Robert Robinson’s Landscape with Dead Dons and Max Beerbohm’s Zuleika Dobson.

Stuart Templeton at Ratmobile Adventures recently wrote about an impromptu stop and a battle by a bridge. It reminded me of a battle that took place locally…

For some reason or another, I’ve been thinking about the church at Hardwick a fair bit lately, and thinking I needed to revisit. It is not far from home and I run past it every week when I  go out to the farm to collect my son’s milk. I went through the photos from two previous visits, trying to find out what was bugging me about the place.

The first time I had visited, on my own, I had thought the place rather bland and uninteresting, even though it technically ticked all ‘our’ boxes… not realising that the missing ingredient was my companion on these adventures. A second visit, in his company, revealed all the details I had managed, on that first visit, to see, photograph… and dismiss. It wasn’t the church that was missing something, it was me.

St Mary the Virgin, Hardwick, is a rather grand church for such a small village, but as with many of these little hamlets, its history was tied to the families and events of a different era. It is thought that the first Saxon church was built here by Saxi, who was a thane… a landholder…under Edward the Confessor. Edward, the last king of the House of Wessex, was born not far away in Islip, just over the border into Oxfordshire, around AD1003.

The current church, though, was built around eight hundred years ago. Part of the nave dates from that time, but most of the church was added over the next two hundred years, with a major redesign and refurbishment by George Edwin Street in 1872.

A plaque on the wall states that the work was completed thanks to the efforts of the Rev. Bigg-Wither, in whose memory the reredos was installed, showing angels holding the instruments of the Crucifixion.

There are a number of memorial plaques on the walls, though the  most striking memorial is that of Sir Robert Lee and his lady, Luce Piggott. Sir Robert died in 1616, aged seventy-three, and after fifty-five years of marriage. The couple face each other in prayer, and ranged about them are their eight sons and six daughters.

Little survives to show how the church might have looked in Sir Robert’s day, but there are clues. In one corner, where the banner of the Mother’s Union stands against the wall, are the remains of the stairway that probably once led to the rood loft… which means there would have been a rood screen, separating the chancel from the nave and surmounted by a depiction of the Crucifixion.

There are a couple of piscinae in the walls… little ‘sinks’ where holy water was disposed of, so that it would return to the building. In one corner, now behind glass, is a tiny cruet… a little jug, dating from the fourteenth century and found hidden in a secret chamber in the east wall, during the 1872 restorations.

You have to wonder why it was so carefully hidden… what it contained or what was its significance… and whether it was hidden to preserve it during the Reformation, when Cromwell’s troops destroyed so many sacred objects and art.

The magnificent windows were, for the most part, installed during Street’s re-ordering of the church. Only a few fragments of medieval glass survive, set in a small, circular window in the side chapel… all that is left of the early glass after such ‘idolatrous images’ were smashed by Cromwell’s Parliamentarian troops.

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It was Cromwell and the English Civil War that had called me back to Hardwick. The one photograph I did not have from the church was of a memorial, tucked away beneath the corner of the tower. The simple tomb bears a plaque telling how the bones of two hundred and forty-seven men were found in a field by Holman’s Bridge, not far away, in 1818. Given the history of the site and the appearance of the bones, they were thought to be the officers and men who had died in the Battle of Aylesbury, between Cromwell’s Roundheads and King Charles’ Cavaliers in 1642.

The royal forces, under Prince Rupert of the Rhine, had taken and occupied the town. On hearing of the approach of the Parliamentary forces, they sallied out, meeting the enemy forces by the ford where Holman’s Bridge now stands. Rupert’s forces charged the fifteen hundred enemy troops, but was driven back and forced to retreat, leaving five hundred of his men dead on the field. Cromwell’s forces are reported to have lost only ninety.

In 1818, workmen found the graves on the battlefield, including many that seemed to be those of officers. The bodies were collected and buried together in a mass grave at Hardwick, where the late Lord Nugent raised their memorial, where…

“…enemies through their attachment to opposite leaders and opposite standards in the sanguinary conflicts of that Civil War, they were together victims to its fury, united in one common slaughter, they were buried in one common grave, close to that spot where they had lately stood in arms against each other.After a lapse of more than a century and a half, their bones were collected and deposited, together still, in consecrated ground. may the memory of brave men be respected and may our country never again be called to take part in a contest such as that which this tablet records.”

Finding death together in battle, these men had finally found a place of peace. I admit that there were tears in my eyes as I read the tablet. More so, knowing what had happened over the last few years…

There is some controversy surrounding the battle, bolstered by a dearth of documentary evidence. The only document that survives to mention the battle is a Roundhead pamphlet that some now dismiss as propaganda. Prince Rupert is recorded as being elsewhere on that date… though that would not preclude troops nominally under his command from engaging the enemy. The battle that is said to have cost so many their lives has been reduced to ‘possibly’ a skirmish… and that in spite of the Civil War gun emplacements in a neighbouring field and the martial relics found in the area.

The gun emplacements have been called into question… it has been suggested that they may simply be a medieval rabbit warren. If so, they must be the biggest ruddy rabbits ever to have evolved. It has also been suggested that the bodies, in spite of being so carefully interred that they appeared to differentiate between the graves of officers and men, were ‘just’ plague graves. Or even Saxon…

In fact, the only thing anyone can agree on is that an awfully large residential development was built on the site around the time that the hitherto accepted story came into question. This development is twinned with another, a couple of fields across. It abuts the once-great Manor of Quarrendon that belonged to Sir Henry Lee, the Champion of Queen Elizabeth I, of which only an earthen ghost remains. The village of Quarrendon was part of the lands where only the melancholy remains of St Peter’s church still stand, marking the place where St Edburga and St Edith, daughters of King Penda of Mercia, and their niece St Osyth, were born.

While the memory of the dead must indeed make way for the needs of the living, I do have to wonder sometimes at the casual way our history and heritage can be dismissed… especially when money is concerned. Many important sites are under threat from unsympathetic developments…including Stonehenge, that most iconic ancient site.

As to the bodies found by Holman’s Bridge, no matter who they were, at least they now rest far from the bustle of a fast-growing town. I wonder, though, if the new residents know… or care… that so many died and were buried, with their stories, in their back yard?

The mystery in ‘my back yard…’ Stuart Templeton at Ratmobile Adventures recently wrote about an impromptu stop and a battle by a bridge.

Obituary for James Lawrence Rossi, 89

Obituary for James Lawrence Rossi, 89

Obituary for James Lawrence Rossi, 89.

–James Lawrence Rossi passed away from Pneumonia, Thursday, March 7, 2019. He was born in 1930 in San Luis Obispo County, California. He was the youngest son of Vincent & Edith Rossi. His father, a second generation American, lived and farmed a ranch in the Templeton area. His grandfather had come from Switzerland as part of the Swiss migration to Central…

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Hah! :D Another inside joke, but well, this time is more... clear?

If somebody know my history with @iwantacorgisobad, we met online more than 10 years ago thanks to winx club. And our main OCs was Sakura (a really pink haired girl) and Renée (brown, with dark stripes), so when I reached the point in Hogwarts Mystery, when this spell was taught, I knew I want to draw the HP characters with this old somekindof versions of us. So Kendra got the hot pink hair, and Edith the 2000′s brown Cascada style. (It was sis’ description so TM her xDD). Oh yeah, and as you could see, first picture about Edith’s wand, she has a pink one ;D 

It was so much fun to draw this scene. *-* One of my favourites so far.

Background is based on some reference from Hogwarts Mystery Pose is based on a photo I found on pinterest

Obituary for James Lawrence Rossi, 89

Obituary for James Lawrence Rossi, 89

Obituary for James Lawrence Rossi, 89.

–James Lawrence Rossi passed away from Pneumonia, Thursday, March 7, 2019. He was born in 1930 in San Luis Obispo County, California. He was the youngest son of Vincent & Edith Rossi. His father, a second generation American, lived and farmed a ranch in the Templeton area. His grandfather had come from Switzerland as part of the Swiss migration to Central…

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