On This Day – 11th February 1465 and 1503

Elizabeth of York

On the 11th of February 1465, Elizabeth, the first child of Edward IV and his wife Elizabeth Woodville, was born at Westminster Palace, London.

Elizabeth already had two legitimate step-brothers; her mother was a widow when she married Edward, and possibly a few illegitimate siblings as well – Edward was a notorious womaniser!

Like most princess at that time, betrothals were made, and discarded to suit the political aspirations of the king. Unusually, Elizabeth’s first proposed match was with a Duke of the Realm, the Duke of Bedford. That was set aside, and Elizabeth was betrothed to the Dauphin of France, who broke off the arrangement when Elizabeth was about 16.
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Credo

I’m going to move my blog archive over to my own WordPress blog, (which, when I cam here, I discovered, or re-discovered from a long while ago,) from MyT in anticipation of being zapped, again 🙂  I promise not to post them all here, but I’ll put up some of the early ones  that people who joined MyT later might have missed and may, or may not, find of passing interest.

Here’s one from August 2007. Continue reading “Credo”

On My Way (For the Record)

Just for the record, in case it doesn’t survive on MyT.

“After several days of deliberation, that’s it for me.  Any decent blogs, threads and comments have been deleted or buried yet again tonight (and this morning and yesterday and the day before) beneath a tidal wave of spam, trolls and egos crayonning away in the corner.

I’m off, not that anyone left here will probably care or notice.  This is not a flounce and I”ll still look in occasionally, but I’m only returning when the Mods and/or the authors of this site get a grip.  In the meantime and beyond I’ll be on Bearsy’s blog.”

OZ

First Try (Copy & Paste)

This video shows the winner of “Ukraine’s Got Talent”,  Kseniya Simonova, 24, drawing a series of pictures on an illuminated sand table showing how ordinary people were affected by the German invasion during World War II. Her talent, which admittedly is a strange one, is mesmeric to watch.

The images, projected onto a large screen, moved many in the audience to tears and she won the top prize of about £75,000.

She begins by creating a scene showing a couple sitting holding hands on a bench under a starry sky, but then warplanes appear and the happy scene is obliterated.

It is replaced by a woman’s face crying, but then a baby arrives and the woman smiles again. Once again war returns and Miss Simonova throws the sand into chaos from which a young woman’s face appears.

She quickly becomes an old widow, her face wrinkled and sad, before the image turns into a monument to an Unknown Soldier.

This outdoor scene becomes framed by a window as if the viewer is looking out on the monument from within a house.

In the final scene, a mother and child appear inside and a man standing outside, with his hands pressed against the glass, saying goodbye.

The Great Patriotic War, as it is called in Ukraine, resulted in one in four of the population being killed with eight to 11 million deaths out of a population of 42 million..

Little Things

Do you have those little things? The little things that you love and take whereever you go? I have a couple, and my favourite is my “tespih”. I think the word originated from Persian.  It’s the “praying chain” (?) , might not be the exact word in English.

It was not in use in the early stages of Islam.  I guess it started as a Persian/Turkish Sofi practice. The common one has 99 pcs in three parts. 33×3=99.

But the one in Turkish tradition as you see the pic in my hand, has 33 pcs and is not for praying. 🙂 It’s for playing. More like that stress balls.

The 33 pcs one has another meaning too. At the start of the 20th century, in Istanbul, it was used by “Külhanbeyi”s. It’s hard to define. A bully in a sense but with a code. They used to use large 33 pcs tespihs made of amber.

So in most of the cases (not mine 🙂 ) the 33 pcs tespih is considered a macho accesory.

My Tespih
Tespih

Mine is made of a speacial black mine which found at the east of Turkey with silver carvings on it. The tassel is also silver.

Adrift in Cyberland: a bloggette

Hello, all.

Oh how the MyT has fallen.

I expect that’s been used already.

I hope you all are well.  I am experiencing MyT DTs this morning and happy to have this outlet frequented by MyT graduates to look in and comment on.  Thank you for that word of welcome yesterday,  Bearsy.  Lurking feels somehow sneaky to me in this venue, thus this post.   What a shock to find my account closed and so many efforts at poems and memoirs wiped.  Gone.  O woe.  That OldTom was deleted too should cinch the notion that these latest deletions have nothing to do with content of posts, I would think.  Otherwise I would be searching for reasons why I should have been X-ed!

Oh well.   Tired news to many of you, I’m sure.  If anyone is commenting at MyT today, a suggestion that people should document any blogs they don’t want to lose would probably be a community service  – transfer blogs to computer files!

I am unable to find the right word for this limerick – if anyone would like to choose a two-syllable noun for the blank space, have at it…

O how the MyT has fallen
Just a spammer’s playground now, my dahlin’.
To whomever’s in charge:
May your ________ grow large;
Your garden be but  ragweed pollen.

Love,

Marinaid.