tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87807386571477977322024-03-18T04:03:19.985+01:00~ My little old world ~ gardening, home, poetry and everything romantic that makes us dream.Welcome to all of you inside my little corner where enjoying gardening, home, poetry, leisure, painting and history for a romantic encounter with the past that makes us dream.
Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.comBlogger364125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-35584155250289062024-02-13T18:38:00.005+01:002024-02-20T17:20:57.758+01:00Empress Elisabeth of Austria and the Adventure at the Masquerade Ball of "Mardi Gras"1874<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizYWGdQnp4WstehyqYOG4bpM4ZpF1uv54qo-0gf9O6DMbaEcnGrObryrpFhl90jFj1dx0SoV7GN5k8CZpRJNE3pZPBr4ItVD4EvsJF3ymG4LV0vW691nFT0KCbEk3-Yisc_sBL-mPPkutNtzPbPrEXoyeHIiC5j-HO9VIHgubPLVHpALWe893kOwnVWs/s622/The%20Song%20of%20the%20Yellow%20Domino.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="415" data-original-width="622" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizYWGdQnp4WstehyqYOG4bpM4ZpF1uv54qo-0gf9O6DMbaEcnGrObryrpFhl90jFj1dx0SoV7GN5k8CZpRJNE3pZPBr4ItVD4EvsJF3ymG4LV0vW691nFT0KCbEk3-Yisc_sBL-mPPkutNtzPbPrEXoyeHIiC5j-HO9VIHgubPLVHpALWe893kOwnVWs/w517-h344/The%20Song%20of%20the%20Yellow%20Domino.png" width="517" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Today I'm taking you with me to Vienna in the year 1874: the Carnival, known in German as </span><i style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Fasching</i><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">, has begun, officially inaugurating the ball season. On the evening of <i>Mardi Gras</i>, Shrove Tuesday, at the </span><i style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Musikverein</i><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">, headquarters of the Society of the Friends of Music inaugurated four years earlier, the most elegant ball is held, which all of Vienna talks about and at which gentlemen, ladies and even young ladies belonging to the best society meet themselves. In the <i>Regency</i> Vienna, balls were very important and organized at the </span><i style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Hofburg</i><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"> by Archduchess Sofia herself, the mother of Emperor Franz Joseph, since she loved them so much: the dances season began with the </span><i style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Fasching</i><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"> and lasted until the beginning of </span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Lent</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">. This was one of the traditions that she inaugurated when she gained importance at Court, but, like all the others, it was lost after her death in 1872. But let's get back to our story. The Empress, always traveling around the world, is occasionally in Vienna, while Franz Joseph is absent, he left for Petersburg on February 11th to return the Tsar's visit and will remain away from the capital until the 22nd. To Elisabeth, as usual bored of having to stay in the imperial palace, suddenly feels like going to this ball that intrigues her so much, but she will have to do it in great secrecy.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><div>Only the Lady of Honor Ida Ferenczy, the indispensable hairdresser Fanny Feifalik and Countess Gabriele Pálffy de Erdõd, trusted Lady-in-waiting, are in on the secret, but they must swear not to betray it at all.</div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWod6R277sJmugZwU3EEt7Byu-6pvxeG6mfFUCgLxG9j7LVbfyHpG-JNmgLMIE3-5f2I7zQCrrlRABUGjrAU1EazfwG6A5OI7put45lXjwFRmy5LxRri-of7i8pCY3mt2jC_s9opQeQtZ7BYAs-3ofQAEB4EsN3vaPmnAqYnzZTGVbdVNLpAyaMgMbyEw/s2656/Empress%20Elisabeth%20of%20Austria%20and%20the%20Adventure%20at%20the%20Masquerade%20Ball%20of%20_Mardi%20Gras_1874_MyLittleOldWorld.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1757" data-original-width="2656" height="351" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWod6R277sJmugZwU3EEt7Byu-6pvxeG6mfFUCgLxG9j7LVbfyHpG-JNmgLMIE3-5f2I7zQCrrlRABUGjrAU1EazfwG6A5OI7put45lXjwFRmy5LxRri-of7i8pCY3mt2jC_s9opQeQtZ7BYAs-3ofQAEB4EsN3vaPmnAqYnzZTGVbdVNLpAyaMgMbyEw/w529-h351/Empress%20Elisabeth%20of%20Austria%20and%20the%20Adventure%20at%20the%20Masquerade%20Ball%20of%20_Mardi%20Gras_1874_MyLittleOldWorld.png" width="529" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span><div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">As soon as everyone is asleep, Elisabeth gets up, puts on a domino tail, of very heavy yellow brocade, of imprudent luxury, and places a reddish wig on her magnificent hair. She then covers her face with a mask edged with a long black lace, so that not the slightest part of her face or even the back of her neck remains visible, neither in front nor behind her. Ida Ferenczy, in red domino, constantly calls the Empress <b style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">« </b>Gabriele <b style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">».</b></div><div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></div><div>This is precisely to cast any suspicion on Countess Pálffy who was also tall and slender like the Empress. Ida Ferenczy, for that evening, will be «Henriette ». Elisabeth and Ida sit in the gallery and observe all the guests meeting cheerfully, but, when 11.00 pm arrives, the Empress admits that she doesn't feel the fun that she was sure would have enjoyed that evening.</div></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM0bV13JuxALloD9Y5wt7QQ04FF3eWkvO5IbGhkov-AXgVmR-Dz0qe7G5ERvBKwOWBs_EjsnY-M9ArSbHTasXIe5Rt7uqlThD2aczA8-nGevzl-zspcmILW6vueb71DrZeSHkb1qQCC-YXEM1Xip-brXF0s8gIMlQZZ92_nmTqhnxFaIRNYj0mWzD5MIo/s1350/Society%20of%20Friends%20of%20Music%20in%20Vienna.%20Vienna%20Musikverein%20in%201870.%20%5BPainting%5D..jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1350" height="355" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM0bV13JuxALloD9Y5wt7QQ04FF3eWkvO5IbGhkov-AXgVmR-Dz0qe7G5ERvBKwOWBs_EjsnY-M9ArSbHTasXIe5Rt7uqlThD2aczA8-nGevzl-zspcmILW6vueb71DrZeSHkb1qQCC-YXEM1Xip-brXF0s8gIMlQZZ92_nmTqhnxFaIRNYj0mWzD5MIo/w532-h355/Society%20of%20Friends%20of%20Music%20in%20Vienna.%20Vienna%20Musikverein%20in%201870.%20%5BPainting%5D..jpeg" width="532" /></a></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></span></div><div><span><div><span><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Gabriele, please, choose someone in the room whom you like and who is not from the Court society; and I will bring him up here to you. At such parties you have to talk to people, to tease them."</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-weight: bold;"><i>"Yes, do you think so?" replies the yellow domino, looking down into the room. He notices a young, elegant man walking alone and whose face is new to her. She points it out to Ferenczy and she immediately goes down into the room, approaches the stranger from behind, surprisingly slips her arm under his and begins to question him lively about whether she </i>[...]</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Then the domino suddenly asks him:</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Would you like to do me a favor?"</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"I'd love that."</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"I'm here with a beautiful friend of mine, who is all alone on her in the gallery and bored out of her mind. Would you like to keep her some company?"</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Of course."</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">And here the red domino leads his protégé to the yellow domino, who watched the maneuver with amusement.</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">The young man with whom the Empress spent the rest of that evening was called Friedrich (Fritz) Pacher List zu Theinburg, he was 26 years old and worked as a ministerial official. Finding themselves facing each other, the two immediately begun a conversation. She asked him what they say in Vienna about the Empress, the Emperor and the Court and she was amused by his answers. Saying she was unable to meet him a second time because she is often busy traveling abroad, she promised to willingly exchange correspondence with this new friend of hers. That evening the Empress had asked Fritz to give her his address and had given him the address of a post office box where to address his messages: "</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Gabriele FL36</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">". The young man felt curious and want to know who is really hiding behind that mask, surely having already guessed that she was a lady of the high Viennese nobility. The discomfort of Elisabeth, or <i>Gabriele</i>, among the crowd, her too slender figure, her elegant gait and the "aura" that surrounded her even in her costume aroused a suspicion in him: it is really Empress Elisabeth of Austria, who gave him her delicate gloved hand and let herself be led by his arm through the Golden Hall, light as a feather? He had to find it out! He lifted the veil she wore over her face, but she was faster than him and pushed his hand away with her delicate silk fan: needless to say, such an unconventional and almost brazen attitude struck <i>Gabriele</i>. Suddenly, Ida found herself among them, urging her friend to leave with her: at that point the Empress had to escape, there was no need to run the risk of her to be discovered.</span></div></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmkP5wpU2zKCt_ACiNqUS-VigrmzGX2T1aaMe3hp1JjJl7DKI4l7him1DY9nTaLfyj7g_Xac5QtRdcS_Ph8FtA0vVSRZ0b7CKpvjtFRNFodF-38aq_ftYtTl4m04Gr5ZhIU2283IvWGQq3ZKxOsHWQG3OL2qxUW9pnUVGNS_QujMn3MTtJctJurOT7CQ/s720/Friedrich%20(Fritz)%20Pacher%20List%20zu%20Theinburg.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="421" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmkP5wpU2zKCt_ACiNqUS-VigrmzGX2T1aaMe3hp1JjJl7DKI4l7him1DY9nTaLfyj7g_Xac5QtRdcS_Ph8FtA0vVSRZ0b7CKpvjtFRNFodF-38aq_ftYtTl4m04Gr5ZhIU2283IvWGQq3ZKxOsHWQG3OL2qxUW9pnUVGNS_QujMn3MTtJctJurOT7CQ/s16000/Friedrich%20(Fritz)%20Pacher%20List%20zu%20Theinburg.jpeg" /></a></div><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Fritz succeeded however to grab and hold Sisi's fan.</div><div><span><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">“You're not <i>Gabriele</i>, your name is Elisabeth and you're 36,” he whispered to her before she ran away from him in horror and grabbed Ida's arm, running through the crowd towards their carriage. The two mysterious masks disappeared, thus, surrounded by the darkness of the Viennese festive night. They were drunk and happy, but, with the suspicion of being identified and followed, they asked the <i>fiacker</i> not to take them directly to the <i>Hofburg</i>, but to take a road that would lead them to the outskirts and then return to the center of the capital following a vicious route that it would have led anyone astray.</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Fritz came back to his humble home drunk, but was unable to sleep, troubled by that woman who had literally enchanted him. Every day he went to the <i>Prater</i> with the hope of meeting the Empress on horseback, he often stopped at the <i>Hofburg</i> to see her leave the palace in a carriage, and once they managed to meet, but only Sisi noticed. A month after that dancing evening, Fritz received a letter from <i>Gabriele</i> from Munich:</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><b>"<i>Dear friend, You will be amazed to receive these first lines of mine from Munich. I have been passing through here for a few hours and I take advantage of the brief stop to give you, as promised, a sign of life. And with what impatience you were waiting for it! Be sincere, from good German, and don't try to deny it. But don't be afraid, I don't ask for declarations; I know, as if I were you yourself, what happens to you from that night onwards. You have already spoken to a thousand women and girls, it also seemed to you to find pleasure, but your spirit never met its soul mate. Finally, in a phantasmagoria of dreams, you found what you had been looking for for a long time, only to perhaps lose it again forever...</i></b></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><b><i>I'm traveling to England to visit my mother's relatives.</i> [...] <i>You'll still hear from me from London. Write to me in the meantime</i></b></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><b><i>Main post office Vienna post office</i></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>at the address</i> "</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Gabriele FL36</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">"</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">And she concluded by saying that it will be her "cousin", that was Ida, who will get her the letters. Pacher's response didn't take long to arrive. He had really fallen in love with her and, as happens with every victim of infatuation, he would like to know everything about the yellow domino that stole his heart and to see him again.</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Pretending to be already in England, where instead she will go for the hunting season at the end of the Summer, Sisi sends her friend a second letter in March: she too always has him in her mind because the memory of that naive adventure at the masquerade ball goes on keeping the monotony of everyday life away from her.</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><b><i>"Dear friend, I feel so sorry for you! Such a long time without news from me, what a desert your life will have been, how interminable the hours! But I couldn't do otherwise.</i> [...] <i>Some days I sat for hours at a time at the window, with my gaze lost in the disconsolate fog; then I returned in joy and ran from one entertainment to another. What if I thought about you too? I know what I thought, and that's it.</i> [...] <i>Do you dream of me right now or do you make passionate songs resonating in the silence of the night? </i>[...]</b></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><b><i>Cordial greetings</i></b></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><b><i>Gabriele"</i></b></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Sisi entrusts this letter to her sister Maria Sofia, Queen of Naples who is about to go to England and instructs her to collect any replies: she is the most trustworthy person, from her point of view, she does not want her ladies to know about her correspondence with Fritz.</div></span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiW1N4Kp4mI8TpapTs_L5CjlEk57R0_IOK2jlPabKvWywVgeadXRSsjdWGCXgKZCAdcPq4e3wOgcxeRxRwB9W_8Zcg6xo6TrYXku2CfWoO0YuyuZfGT2eZzUiJHC_u3L8OEFCh17msiXLiqJDOpdRBucIFfQRUab_B4Ry1y6vIeOqxOw2F6iDxmIaE7uA/s1220/Maria%20Sofia%20in%20Baviera%20regina%20di%20Napoli.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1220" data-original-width="768" height="695" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiW1N4Kp4mI8TpapTs_L5CjlEk57R0_IOK2jlPabKvWywVgeadXRSsjdWGCXgKZCAdcPq4e3wOgcxeRxRwB9W_8Zcg6xo6TrYXku2CfWoO0YuyuZfGT2eZzUiJHC_u3L8OEFCh17msiXLiqJDOpdRBucIFfQRUab_B4Ry1y6vIeOqxOw2F6iDxmIaE7uA/w436-h695/Maria%20Sofia%20in%20Baviera%20regina%20di%20Napoli.png" width="436" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">The Empress will write to him again in April trying to put him on a false trail by saying that she hates dogs, London, etc., that is, everything she loves most. But the young man wants to prove to her that he hasn't fallen into the trap: he knows that her pen-friend is called Elisabeth and he knows who she is. For Sisi it is enough to read these lines to decide to end the correspondence.</span></div><div><span><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Years later, contacted by the Empress's first biographer, Count Egon Caesar Corti, Fritz showed him the fan, which remained him as a <i>souvenir</i> of that masquerade ball, together with some letters. Count Corti recognized Elisabeth's handwriting and the delicate fan, which was already falling to pieces. Corti had set out on Fritz's trail because he had learned from Ida that for many years after the ball there had been an exchange of letters between him and Elisabeth alias <i>Gabriele</i>. The Empress sent letters to Fritz from Munich, London, and even from Rio de Janeiro, among other places, adding only a post office box address, rather than her own. Fritz replied, but only a few letters actually reached the Empress, the rest were never collected or read. As we have seen, at the beginning Sisi enjoyed confusing and misleading Fritz, but his increasingly specific questions and finally his rather rude jokes about her true identity made this enthusiasm of hers vanish.</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">She put an end to this adventure with a poem both mocking and melancholic, which has been preserved and is entitled "<i>The Song of the Yellow Domino - A Long, Long Time Ago</i>". Fritz never forgot the beautiful woman and the glittering evening of dancing for the rest of his life and kept her fan and her letters until his death on May 12, 1934. He lived to be 87 and died knowing that he had kept the arm of Empress Elisabeth of Austria at the 1874 carnival ball.</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>The Song of the Yellow Domino</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">"<i>A long, long time ago</i>."</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><div><i>Do you think of that night still in the glowing ballroom?</i></div><div><i>Long, long ago, long ago,</i></div><div><i>where two souls once met,</i></div><div><i>long, long ago, long ago,</i></div><div><i>where our odd friendship began.</i></div><div><i>Do you, my friend, still think of it at times?</i></div><div><i>Do you think of the words, so intimately trusting,</i></div><div><i>that we exchanged by the loud dance music?</i></div><div><i>Oh, only too fast our time dwindled away,</i></div><div><i>a press of the hand yet, and I had to fly.</i></div><div><i>I did not dare unveil my face to you,</i></div><div><i>but I did show my soul to the light.</i></div><div><i>Friend, that was more, that was more!</i></div><div><i>Years have gone and drawn away,</i></div><div><i>but they will never unite us two again.</i></div><div><i>Questioning at night I look at the stars,</i></div><div><i>none gave me back help or answer.</i></div><div><i>Soon I came near to you, soon again far away.</i></div><div><i>Are you already lingering on another star?</i></div><div><i>If you live, then give me a sign by day,</i></div><div><i>that I may scarcely hope, but can await.</i></div><div><i>So long ago, so long ago!</i></div><div><i>Let me wait no more,</i></div><div><i>wait no more!</i></div></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><div>The Empress had many suitors, from Bay Middleton, a hunting companion in England, to Gyula Andrassy, a Hungarian politician and diplomat and others, but no love adventure, whether naive or not, was proven and documented. This is the only one that can be told with certainty and in detail.</div><div>I hope with all my heart that this narrative, although long, has given you a pleasant time.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Sending you all all the best,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I wish you a pleasant <i>Mardi Gras</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">See you soon ❤</span></div></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjRMSNL8frNifOrYZzON-YA39rWDWiiUnFFL2c-MBumjt3eFZmJaxVDh9YjtH3wM5LGQtHMH8m7V_Gh1sS1BTTag-nkW6Twgr-HTZJe7-2_NfJwkQ6j4KxNu4gUhy-Z1vC5U68oSCzp2nq23iB9I26zz38M7V6Yd6cPsJoksM22EtCKuJFsK2OwEViWaE/s400/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjRMSNL8frNifOrYZzON-YA39rWDWiiUnFFL2c-MBumjt3eFZmJaxVDh9YjtH3wM5LGQtHMH8m7V_Gh1sS1BTTag-nkW6Twgr-HTZJe7-2_NfJwkQ6j4KxNu4gUhy-Z1vC5U68oSCzp2nq23iB9I26zz38M7V6Yd6cPsJoksM22EtCKuJFsK2OwEViWaE/s16000/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">NOTE:</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">This adventure is mentioned in the memoirs of Ida Ferenczy, in those of Sisi's favorite daughter, Maria Valeria, who transcribed them as they were told to her by her mother, and in those of her niece, Countess Marie Larisch.</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">The parts written in bold are taken from Corti's biography which deals with the topic at length in his biography from page 217 to page 226 (Italian translation by L. Emery for MONDADORI, Milan, 1935)</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZ4m21IWJQbtXCBfkHsQzxi9SimFxkGaPFR0Bwq1V2976r63iQH6EK42Md62OO3pz_IsUvca75QBz4-WvqA7e9MCIke-ySLx83EcNBUhbXvBEvh_oOfSrgOOl8z3JTipbZmue_bh2sDY8QZl7oHuBSHi4pasKo_ZsUejeY6XGq27jsOGLWgdfdgojIe8/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZ4m21IWJQbtXCBfkHsQzxi9SimFxkGaPFR0Bwq1V2976r63iQH6EK42Md62OO3pz_IsUvca75QBz4-WvqA7e9MCIke-ySLx83EcNBUhbXvBEvh_oOfSrgOOl8z3JTipbZmue_bh2sDY8QZl7oHuBSHi4pasKo_ZsUejeY6XGq27jsOGLWgdfdgojIe8/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></div><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>L'imperatrice Elisabetta d'Austria e l'avventura al ballo in maschera del </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>"Martedì Grasso" 1874</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">IMMAGINE DI COPERTINA</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Quest'oggi vi porto con me nella Vienna dell'anno 1874: è cominciato il carnevale, detto in tedesco <i>Fasching</i>, con cui si inaugura ufficialmente la stagione dei balli. La sera del martedì grasso si tiene, presso il <i>Musikverein</i>, sede della Società degli Amici della Musica inaugurata quattro anni prima, il veglione più elegante, di cui tutta Vienna parla e a cui si danno convegno signori, signore ed anche signorine appartenenti alla miglior società. Nella Vienna <i>Regency</i> i balli erano molto importanti e organizzati alla<i> Hofburg</i> direttamente dall'arciduchessa Sofia, la madre dell'imperatore Francesco Giuseppe. che tanto li amava: già allora l</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">a stagione dei balli iniziava con il <i>Fasching </i>e si protraeva fino all'inizio della Quaresima.</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"> Questa fu una delle tradizioni che inaugurò da quando acquistò importanza a Corte, ma, come tutte le altre, si perse dopo la sua scomparsa avvenuta nel 1872. </span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Ma torniamo al nostro racconto. L'imperatrice, sempre in viaggio per il mondo, si trova occasionalmente a Vienna</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">, mentre Francesco Giuseppe è assente, è partito l'11 di febbraio per Pietroburgo per ricambiare la visita dello zar e rimarrà lontano dalla capitale fino al giorno 22. Ad Elisabetta, come sempre annoiata di dover stare nel palazzo imperiale, viene improvvisamente voglia di recarsi a questo ballo che tanto la incuriosisce, ma dovrà farlo in gran riserbo.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Solamente la dama d'onore Ida Ferenczy, l'indispensabile pettinatrice Fanny Feifalik e la contessa Gabriele Pálffy de Erdõd, fidata dama di compagnia, sono a parte del segreto, ma devono giurare di non tradirlo per nulla. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">LE TRE DAME CHE CONDIVIDONO IL SEGRETO DELL'IMPERATRICE E NE SONO COMPLICI</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">Non appena tutti dormono, Elisabetta si alza, indossa un domino a coda, di broccato giallo pesantissimo, di un lusso imprudente, e pone una parrucca rossiccia sulla sua magnifica chioma. Poscia si copre il volto con una maschera orlata di un lungo pizzo nero, sì che non rimanga visibile, né dinanzi né di dietro una menoma parte del viso e nemmeno della nuca. Ida Ferenczy, in domino rosso, chiama costantemente l'imperatrice </i></span><b>« </b><i style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Gabriele</span></i><b> ».</b></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-weight: bold;"><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Questo appunto per far cadere gli eventuali sospetti sulla contessa </span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Pálffy </span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">anch'ella alta e snella analogamente all'imperatrice. </span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">La Ferenczy, per quella sera, sarà </span>« <span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>Henriette</i></span> ».<i style="font-family: Vollkorn;"> </i><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">E</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">lisabetta e Ida si mettono a sedere in galleria ed osservano i convenuti che si incontrano festevoli, ma, giunte le 23,00, l'imperatrice ammette di non provare quel divertimento che, era certa, avrebbe allietato quella sua serata.</span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">IL MUSIKVEREIN DI VIENNA </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i><b>"Gabriele, ti prego, scegli qualcuno, nella sala, che ti piaccia e che non sia della società di Corte; e io te lo condurrò quassù. A un veglione bisogna rivolger la parola alla gente, stuzzicarla."</b></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i><b>"Sì, credi? "risponde il domino giallo cercando con lo sguardo giù nella sala. Vi nota un uomo giovane ed elegante che passeggia solo e il cui viso le riesce nuovo. Lo addita alla Ferenczy e questa subito scende in sala, s'avvicina di dietro allo sconosciuto, infila di sorpresa il braccio sotto quello di lui e comincia ad interrogarlo briosamente su l'esser suo [...] </b></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i><b>Allora il domino gli chiede all'improvviso:</b></i></span></div><div><i><b><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">"Vorresti farmi un piacere?</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"> </span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">"</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">"Volentieri.</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">"</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"> </span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">"Sono qui con una mia bella amica , che è tutta sola su in galleria e si annoia a morte. Vorresti farle un po' di compagnia?</span> <span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">"</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">"Ma certamente.</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">"</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"> </span></b></i></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i><b>Ed ecco che il domino rosso conduce il suo protetto al domino giallo, che ha assistito con divertimento alla manovra. </b></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Il giovane con cui l'imperatrice trascorse il resto della serata si chiamava Friedrich (Fritz) Pacher List zu Theinburg, aveva 26 anni ed era un funzionario ministeriale. Trovatosi una di fronte all'altro, i due iniziarono subito una conversazione. Sisi gli chiese cosa dicessero a Vienna dell'imperatrice, dell'imperatore e della Corte e fu divertita dalle sue risposte. </span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Dicendosi impossibilitata ad incontrarlo una seconda volta perché spesso impegnata in viaggi all'estero, promise di scambiare volentieri corrispondenza con questo suo nuovo amico, quella sera l'imperatrice si era fatta dare da Fritz il suo indirizzo ed alla gli aveva fornito quello di una casella postale a cui indirizzare le sue per lei: "</span><span style="font-family: times;">Gabriele FL36</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">".</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"> Il giovane era curioso e voleva sapere chi si nascondeva veramente dietro quella maschera, sicuramente avendo già intuito che si trattava di una dama dell'alta nobiltà viennese. Il disagio di Elisabetta, o <i>Gabriele</i>, tra la folla, la figura troppo snella, l'andatura elegante e l'aura che la circondava anche nel suo costume suscitarono in lui un sospetto: era davvero l'imperatrice Elisabetta d'Austria, che tese la sua delicata mano guantata a e lasciarsi condurre per il braccio attraverso la Sala d'Oro, leggera come una piuma? Doveva scoprirlo! Lui le sollevò il velo che portava sul viso, ma lei fu più veloce e gli allontanò la mano con il suo delicato ventaglio di seta: inutile dire che un tale atteggiamento così poco convenzionale e quasi sfacciato colpì <i>Gabriele</i>.</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"> All'improvviso, Ida si trovò in mezzo a loro, esortando la sua amica a partire con lei: a quel punto bisognava darsi alla fuga, non bisognava correre il rischio che l'imperatrice venisse scoperta. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="text-align: left;">FRIEDRICH (FRITZ) PACHER LIST ZU THEINBURG</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Fritz riuscì comunque ad afferrare e a trattenere il ventaglio di Sissi.</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>“Non sei Gabriele, ti chiami Elisabeth e hai 36 anni”, </i></span>le sussurrò prima che lei gli scappasse inorridita e afferrasse il braccio di Ida, correndo tra la folla verso la loro carrozza. Le due maschere misteriose scomparvero, così, avvolte dal buio della notte di festa viennese. Erano ebbre e beate, ma, con il sospetto di essere individuate e seguite, chiesero al<i> fiacker</i> di non condurle direttamente a palazzo, ma di prendere una strada che le avrebbe portate in periferia per poi fare ritorno nel centro della capitale seguendo un percorso vizioso che avrebbe sviato chiunque. </div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: left;">Fritz rincasò nella sua umile dimora ubriaco, ma non riuscì a dormire, turbato da quella donna che lo aveva letteralmente ammaliato. Ogni giorno si recava al <i>Prater</i> con la speranza d'incontrare l'imperatrice a cavallo, sostava spesso presso la Hofburg per vederla uscire dal palazzo in carrozza, ed una volta riuscirono ad incontrarsi, ma soltanto Sissi se ne avvide. Un mese dopo quella serata danzante, Fritz ricevette da <i>Gabriele</i> una lettera da Monaco: </div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><span><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><b>"</b><i><b>Caro amico, Sarete meravigliato di ricevere queste mie prime righe da Monaco. Sono da qualche ora qui di passaggio e approfitto della breve sosta per darvi, come promesso, un segno di vita. E con che impazienza l'aspettavate! Siate sincero, da buon tedesco, e non tentate negarlo. Ma non temete, io non chiedo dichiarazioni; so, come fossi voi medesimo, che cosa accade in voi da quella notte in poi. Avete già parlato con mille donne e fanciulle , vi è anche sembrato di trovarvi diletto, ma il vostro spirito non incontrò mai l'anima gemella. Finalmente, in una fantasmagoria di sogno, trovaste ciò che da tento tempo cercavate, per tornarlo forse a perdere per sempre... </b></i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><b><i>Sono in viaggio per l'Inghilterra per far visita ai parenti di mia madre. </i>[...]<i> Riceverete ancora mie notizie da Londra. Scrivetemi intanto</i></b></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i><b>Ufficio postale principale fermo posta Vienna</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><b><i>all'indirizzo </i><span style="font-family: times;">"</span><span style="font-family: times;">Gabriele FL36"</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">E concluse dicendo che sarà sua cugina, ovvero Ida, a procurarle le lettere. La risposta del Pacher non si fece attendere a lungo. questi si era realmente innamorato e, come accade ad ogni vittima d'infatuazione, vorrebbe sapere tutto del domino giallo che gli ha rubato il cuore e rivederlo.</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Fingendo di trovarsi già in Inghilterra, dove invece si recherà per la stagione della caccia a fine estate, Sisi invia all'amico una seconda lettera a marzo: anch'ella lo ha sempre in mente perché il ricordo di quell'ingenua avventura al ballo mascherato continua a tenerle lontana la monotonia della quotidianità. </div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><b><i>"Caro amico, Quanto mi fai compassione! Tanto tempo senza mie nuove, che deserto sarà stata la tua vita, come interminabili le ore! Ma non mi fu possibile fare diversamente.</i> [...] <i>Certi giorni sedevo ore intere alla finestra, con lo sguardo perduto nella nebbia sconsolata; poi tornavo in allegria e correvo da un divertimento all'altro. Se pensavo anche a te? Quel che pensavo, lo so io, e tanto basta.</i> [...] <i>Mi sogni in questo momento o fai risonare canti appassionati nel silenzio notturno? </i>[...] </b></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><b><i>Saluti Cordiali </i></b></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><b><i>Gabriele"</i></b></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Sisi affida questa sua lettera alla sorella Maria Sofia di Napoli che è in procinto di recarsi in Inghilterra e la incarica di ritirare le eventuali risposte: è la persona più fidata, dal suo punto di vista, non vuole che le sue dame sappiano della sua corrispondenza con Fritz. </span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span>UNA BELLISSIMA FOTOGRAFIA DI MARIA SOFIA IN BAVIERA, SORELLA DELL'IMPERATRICE, </span>DIVENTATA REGINA DI NAPOLI PER MATRIMONIO</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">L'imperatrice gli scriverà ancora ad aprile cercando di metterlo su di una falsa traccia dicendo che detesta i cani, Londra, etc, ovvero tutto ciò che più ama. Ma il giovane vuole darle dimostrazione di non essere caduti nel tranello: sa che la sua amica di penna si chiama Elisabetta e sa chi è. Per Sisi è sufficiente leggere queste righe per decidere di troncare la corrispondenza. </div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Anni dopo, contattato dal primo biografo dell'imperatrice, il conte Egon Caesar Corti, gli mostrò il ventaglio, che gli rimaneva come ricordo di quel ballo in maschera, insieme ad alcune lettere. Il conte Corti riconobbe la calligrafia di Elisabetta e il delicato ventaglio, che già stava cadendo a pezzi. Il Corti si era messo sulle tracce di Fritz perché aveva saputo da Ida che per molti anni dopo il ballo c'era stato uno scambio di lettere tra tra lui ed Elisabetta alias Gabriele. L'imperatrice inviò lettere a Fritz da Monaco, Londra e persino da Rio de Janeiro, tra gli altri luoghi, aggiungendo solo l'indirizzo di una buca delle lettere, anziché il proprio. Fritz rispose, ma solo poche lettere arrivarono effettivamente all'imperatrice, il resto non fu mai ritirato né letto. Come abbiamo visto all'inizio Sisi si divertiva a confondere e fuorviare Fritz, ma le sue domande sempre più specifiche e infine le battute piuttosto scortesi sulla sua vera identità fecero svanire questo suo entusiasmo.</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Ella mise fine a quest'avventura con una poesia allo stesso tempo beffarda e malinconica, che è stata conservata e si intitola "<i>La Canzone del Domino Giallo - Molto, molto tempo fa</i>". Fritz non dimenticò mai la bella donna e la scintillante serata di ballo per il resto della sua vita e conservò il suo ventaglio e le sue lettere fino alla sua morte, avvenuta il 12 maggio 1934. Visse fino a 87 anni e morì sapendo che aveva tenuto il braccio dell'imperatrice Elisabetta di Austria al ballo di carnevale del 1874.</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>La Canzone del Domino Giallo</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">"<i>Molto, molto tempo fa.</i>"</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>Pensi a quella notte ancora nella luminosa sala da ballo?</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>Molto, molto tempo fa, molto tempo fa,</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>dove due anime un tempo si incontravano,</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>molto, molto tempo fa, molto tempo fa,</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>dove è iniziata la nostra strana amicizia.</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>Amico mio, ci pensi ancora a volte?</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>Pensi alle parole, così intimamente fiduciose,</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>che ci siamo scambiati con la musica da ballo ad alto volume?</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>Oh, troppo velocemente il nostro tempo si è esaurito,</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>ancora una semplice pressione della mano e dovevo volare.</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>Non ho osato svelarti il mio volto,</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>ma ho mostrato la mia anima alla luce.</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>Amico, quello era di più, quello era di più!</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>Gli anni sono andati e si sono allontanati,</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>ma non ci uniranno mai più.</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>Interrogandomi di notte guardo le stelle,</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>nessuno mi ha dato aiuto o risposta.</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>Presto mi sono avvicinato a te, presto di nuovo lontano.</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>Ti stai già soffermando su un'altra stella?</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>Se vivi, dammi un segno di giorno,</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>che posso a malapena sperare, ma posso aspettare.</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>Tanto tempo fa, tanto tempo fa!</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>Non lasciarmi aspettare più,</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i>non aspettare più!</i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><div>L'imperatrice ebbe molti corteggiatori, da Bay Middleton, compagno di caccia in Inghilterra, a Gyula Andrassy, politico e diplomatico Ungherese ed altri ancora, ma nessuna avventura amorosa, ingenua o meno che fosse, fu provata e documentata. Questa è la sola che si possa raccontare con sicurezza e nei dettagli. </div><div>Spero di tutto cuore che questa narrazione, anche se lunga, vi abbia fatto trascorrere momenti piacevoli.</div><div><br /></div></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Inviando a tutti Voi ogni bene, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Vi auguro un piacevole martedì grasso</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">A presto</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;"> <span style="text-align: left;">❤</span></span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">NOTA:</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Quest'avventura si trova menzionata nelle memorie di Ida Ferenczy, in quelle della figlia prediletta di Sisi, Maria Valeria, che le ha trascritte come le furono raccontate dalla madre, e in quelle di sua nipote, la contessa Marie Larisch.</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Le parti scritte in grassetto sono tratte dalla biografia del Corti che dell'argomento tratta lungamente nella sua biografia da pag. 217 a p. 226 (Traduzione italiana a cura di L. Emery per MONDADORI, Milano, 1935)</div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_DVh2zXaNC0rPNAm16pOhPXCj7rzcLU3Jj2xAabxPBLZKTO5pAParx0ABetO8G0buyx-r0Yz4A4W7d6jFk5SFvCkvxQCb7B52an8EHUQMmV_hIUTcVmTKnEpwmUmevZZn5ZraikzHkZN_R06bXqB9Vs0epmoCvuPEzjPlkJ8DCjRNnmLo3qxFev17Ttc" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_DVh2zXaNC0rPNAm16pOhPXCj7rzcLU3Jj2xAabxPBLZKTO5pAParx0ABetO8G0buyx-r0Yz4A4W7d6jFk5SFvCkvxQCb7B52an8EHUQMmV_hIUTcVmTKnEpwmUmevZZn5ZraikzHkZN_R06bXqB9Vs0epmoCvuPEzjPlkJ8DCjRNnmLo3qxFev17Ttc=s16000" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>LINKING TO</b>:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-101/">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG-HOP</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2024/02/tuesdays-with-twist-blog-hop-565.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST </span></a></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></span></div></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-41739728033685860832024-02-02T10:13:00.003+01:002024-02-20T17:23:00.571+01:00Victorian Mad Hatters<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgeuxjGLZO9OixaW0iUMm7Gkomr0yNpc6xnJ4mwrDqUdPnXUCxLIJ-Hl9x8-zWH8ISldTeQR1dzXCLZxS98He4EjFJ0p77JFih06U7s_48i37NNRAgHpBWnXu89b8btSL0VAK0JbjjIGqBDTx5zmc4hM04CTxWgxLQJVpjnBbJKEIXPkv42vyWGJesaU8/s798/Victorian%20Mad%20Hatters_MyLittleOldWorld.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="798" data-original-width="564" height="728" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgeuxjGLZO9OixaW0iUMm7Gkomr0yNpc6xnJ4mwrDqUdPnXUCxLIJ-Hl9x8-zWH8ISldTeQR1dzXCLZxS98He4EjFJ0p77JFih06U7s_48i37NNRAgHpBWnXu89b8btSL0VAK0JbjjIGqBDTx5zmc4hM04CTxWgxLQJVpjnBbJKEIXPkv42vyWGJesaU8/w514-h728/Victorian%20Mad%20Hatters_MyLittleOldWorld.jpg" width="514" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">They've been passing almost ten years since <span style="font-size: 11pt;">~</span> <i>My Little Old World</i> <span style="font-size: 11pt;">~</span> </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">published the post entitled:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://sweetlydreamingofthepast.blogspot.com/2014/02/alice-liddell-la-vera-alice-nel-paese.html">Alice Liddell, the real "Alice in Wonderland"</a>.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">It was 10 February, 2014 when I revealed to all the readers of mine that i</span><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">t was a real little girl in flash and bone to inspire this enchanting fantasy story of Lewis Carroll, </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">pen name of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (1832 - 1898), mathematician, writer and photographer.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Lovingly accompanied with illustrations that he himself drew, the story of the adventures of Alice was conceived on a Summer day in 1862, exactly on July 4th: that day Carroll took a boat trip on the Isis ( as it's called the Thames in the tretch that runs beneath Oxford ) to Godstow to make a pic - nic with Henry George Liddell, dean of the Christ Church College, University of Oxford, where Dodgson taught mathematics, and with the three daughters of his, Edith aged eight, Lorina, thirteen, and Alice Pleasance, called simply Alice, aged ten years.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">This novel, which he linked indissolubly his name to, will be published on November 1865. </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">As we're going to see, there was something alse, which was true, and that inspired him:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;">THE MAD HATTERS' SYNDROME</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">also knew as PSYCHIC ERETHISM.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">The expression "As mad as a Hatter" can be traced back in England as fas as 1837. Let's see where did it came from. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Since the Middle Ages, in Europe mercury was used in medicine and manufacturing. </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Prior to the 17th century, urine was used by hatters to separate skin from furs of little animals, but French hat makers discovered that mercury – first in the form of mercurial urine from hat workers who consumed <b>mercury chloride</b> to treat syphilis and later in the form of the <b>mercuric salts</b> such as <b>mercuric nitrate</b> – made the process easier.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">In Victorian England, men's top hat and lady's fur hat were made using little animals such as rabbits, hares or beavers. </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Fur was readied by separating the skin and hair through a process known as felting or carroting.</span><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">This new method involved the treating of fur of these little animals with a diluted solution of mercuric nitrate. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkj9UBlYuHICi-vr6sNhabpkppFsE_o_y1K1iZ0yQG-XV6tfcEIxUVes137U07oCq4g250Nk6MfuBkmnV4tvUGUD9FQ2yl11jW3Yp0IWCiuR8k94XhyA6Ga4H-euyCks7j7ZpazIakGn21V6mjY5A2XI0uWlWA5yrFLFNj3x5l1xhDa-vk2wtY-dKtpk/s760/Hat-making.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="760" data-original-width="523" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkj9UBlYuHICi-vr6sNhabpkppFsE_o_y1K1iZ0yQG-XV6tfcEIxUVes137U07oCq4g250Nk6MfuBkmnV4tvUGUD9FQ2yl11jW3Yp0IWCiuR8k94XhyA6Ga4H-euyCks7j7ZpazIakGn21V6mjY5A2XI0uWlWA5yrFLFNj3x5l1xhDa-vk2wtY-dKtpk/s16000/Hat-making.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><div><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div>The skins were then dried in an oven before being stretched over a bar in a cutting machine. The pelts were then sliced off in thin shreds and layered onto a conical mould, where they would be pressed and shrunk with steam and hot water. The resulting felt could then be dyed and made into fine hats. The method was referred to as carroting as the mercuric nitrate solution turned white fur a reddish brown colour.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">The advantage of this method was that it made the outer stiff hairs on the pelt soft and limp, and twisted and roughened them so that they matted together more easily. The problem was that the treated felt released mercury as a vapour, and felt-making tended to be done in small, confined and poorly ventilated spaces.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">As a result, hatters began to present the symptoms of mercury poisoning. These included physical symptoms, such as slurred speech, headaches, weakness and tremors; and neurological problems, such as personality changes – irritability, anxiety, low self-confidence, depression, apathy, and shyness – as well as memory loss, delirium, and hallucinations.</span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"> Hat makers exposed to prolonged inhalation of the mercury vapours that were released upon exposure to heat developed mad hatter disease – or mercury poisoning.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWjVY9OIcIN07-4O66LX8u6HAgwP9FqqX_c3_Ka_H0Odtxp8WsDu4oSNDQ4D1Z2FJtBZceDKn7bZO9Jz28NWT1C3VA5p2iWPd0nI4HnyQy8XON3XUUqLmM_f4Fqc91uPYEm7Ir89WkuOgafxRWst7d80D1mdk678admbFyAxlHK3MTFmFqMEy-HVc_Lbc/s469/VictorianMilliners%20(1).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="381" data-original-width="469" height="431" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWjVY9OIcIN07-4O66LX8u6HAgwP9FqqX_c3_Ka_H0Odtxp8WsDu4oSNDQ4D1Z2FJtBZceDKn7bZO9Jz28NWT1C3VA5p2iWPd0nI4HnyQy8XON3XUUqLmM_f4Fqc91uPYEm7Ir89WkuOgafxRWst7d80D1mdk678admbFyAxlHK3MTFmFqMEy-HVc_Lbc/w531-h431/VictorianMilliners%20(1).png" width="531" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7dckwjYqiPAKSKHcyqlW6y8C0KBEY0lAN_n9In_l-BIKO9Zg9Wbkf76Io1WdChYqN-SGS9gRa0sorGQdkNJyaBc0uQhfO4vHSIKxu_SMuAlPUGu45O7rs8yw-4CvwyOhU4omiLQ_uTMeG2TC1US3d67yYtdisv9geKqzaFInSnghq2Kta0qcV38HZQfI/s1500/Victorian%20Milliners%20I%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1101" data-original-width="1500" height="389" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7dckwjYqiPAKSKHcyqlW6y8C0KBEY0lAN_n9In_l-BIKO9Zg9Wbkf76Io1WdChYqN-SGS9gRa0sorGQdkNJyaBc0uQhfO4vHSIKxu_SMuAlPUGu45O7rs8yw-4CvwyOhU4omiLQ_uTMeG2TC1US3d67yYtdisv9geKqzaFInSnghq2Kta0qcV38HZQfI/w531-h389/Victorian%20Milliners%20I%20(1).jpg" width="531" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">So, for the second time, we learn that to follow fashion in the Victorian age was highly poisonous.</span></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHozo9V1ldQQ_4IkRRkwjltcW18ubPHQAaIh9vUCSKmj8o249xQ-R7yYx1M50PeetswSXRfVvITziufeXdYql1WNFr3bJzBymCw3xBLAk_HaN2MWbUmhvNGN7xianOU69WFI430tGQgklLW0VEv5qfKlcsaNu_cOMU8SHTjGab4hMtts8BE1QbP0NXCM/s960/VictorianMilliners%20II.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="672" data-original-width="960" height="374" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHozo9V1ldQQ_4IkRRkwjltcW18ubPHQAaIh9vUCSKmj8o249xQ-R7yYx1M50PeetswSXRfVvITziufeXdYql1WNFr3bJzBymCw3xBLAk_HaN2MWbUmhvNGN7xianOU69WFI430tGQgklLW0VEv5qfKlcsaNu_cOMU8SHTjGab4hMtts8BE1QbP0NXCM/w535-h374/VictorianMilliners%20II.jpg" width="535" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">We already dealed with the poisonous effects of the EMERALD GREEN or PARIS GREEN: despite its high levels of toxicity (it contained <b>arsenic</b>) became so popular that it would be used in the manufacture of garments, wallpaper, carpets, paints and more throughout the century. The production of the dye was really booming. This substance, which was mixed with copper, cobalt and tin, enhanced the color of the clothes, giving them an extraordinary shine. It was also used to dye accessories, such as flowers, headbands or gloves. (click <b><a href="https://sweetlydreamingofthepast.blogspot.com/2021/10/that-fashionable-elegant-emerald-green.html">HERE</a> </b>if you're interested in reading it all).</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">And we'll have the chance to talk about other poisonous effects of Victorian fashion very soon, that's a promise!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Of course, these were problems concerning wealthy people. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Destitute women were lucky if they had a gown for every season and, in winter, a scarf or a shawl to protect their head and shoulders from cold, so as men usually wore a hat made of face-cloth maybe bought worn.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">But there were cheating they couldn't escape: them too were the inconsciuos victims of other deceits. If hatters weren't aware of the risks they ran with their work so as milliners and people wearing fashionable fur hats too, we must consider that in the Victorian age, culinary frauds to obtain maximum profit from the sale of food products were quite common: foods were mixed with various substances, usually dangerous to health. But the traders had no scruples if they could earn a little more money.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Some shopkeepers were truly "cunning fellows": they mixed sugar with sand so that it weighed more and thus they could save a lot of sugar when selling; bakers ground chalk and added this powder to flour. The chalk made the flour appear whiter and, furthermore, the merchant would set aside a quantity of flour to resell it later; milkmen diluted milk with water. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Taking into account that this was a common practice of mothers of humble families to “stretch” milk for their offspring, we realize that the poorest Victorian classes drank more water than milk.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">And there were confectioners who mixed melted wax with brown paint to make (and later sell) chocolate!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">One of the most common frauds was committed in "dairy products", where traders added <b>lead </b>to the cheese because the mixture gave it a reddish color resembling Gloucester cheese, which sold more expensively than ordinary cheese.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">I wonder how and when such frauds were discovered and punished...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">I'm closing today's post with some vintage images of Victorian shops, which have always been so charming to me. But to be honest, since when I know</span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"> that some sellers could be so imprudent to act in such a way, well, these images has lost a little of their allurement to my eyes, alas!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjARYgzvpStnINRYITDp_oqGxNWi_l6Qaeh908KwkSDLu1G52iaT7v3haz_YmoEBVuiVI703CCq9aSFTf-imdq8LfA_7-9aNGL2phsNHywmaTVWe8qfqCZAYHq_B4E3Ym6ykMCE9W4Klkt_DMQmgT8TXxZS4_84i0vNJLhN_M9uMOX8uIsmNNUGaM4cF5o/s2413/fred-lincoln-1%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1588" data-original-width="2413" height="351" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjARYgzvpStnINRYITDp_oqGxNWi_l6Qaeh908KwkSDLu1G52iaT7v3haz_YmoEBVuiVI703CCq9aSFTf-imdq8LfA_7-9aNGL2phsNHywmaTVWe8qfqCZAYHq_B4E3Ym6ykMCE9W4Klkt_DMQmgT8TXxZS4_84i0vNJLhN_M9uMOX8uIsmNNUGaM4cF5o/w531-h351/fred-lincoln-1%20(1).jpg" width="531" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: left;"></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1pVyVhQ6hohtyWf1azt_bHNvYUL-eyA1FFguM5GaIMthyphenhyphen4jhH4heRQ57SgG27ogySkewxAVEEPZc1RBcGlDl4CGQ6c-lgjA3XTDes4u3DGxTiYZ5gJMQavF-MwOWwc4TIkb5Ue7a0HRLAkye9hdAG9ea8trYRRfiFlphXNXEy4D6yxvcUHaf439HgerE/s646/bf9f178f898e11c9cc039e3aa1739985.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="646" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1pVyVhQ6hohtyWf1azt_bHNvYUL-eyA1FFguM5GaIMthyphenhyphen4jhH4heRQ57SgG27ogySkewxAVEEPZc1RBcGlDl4CGQ6c-lgjA3XTDes4u3DGxTiYZ5gJMQavF-MwOWwc4TIkb5Ue7a0HRLAkye9hdAG9ea8trYRRfiFlphXNXEy4D6yxvcUHaf439HgerE/w530-h390/bf9f178f898e11c9cc039e3aa1739985.jpg" width="530" /></a></div></span></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: large;">With sincere thankfulness for all the enthusiasm and affection you never miss to show me</span><span style="font-size: large;">,<br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span>I'm sending my dearest embrace to all </span><span><span style="text-align: left;">~</span></span> <i>My Little Old World</i> <span style="text-align: left;">~<br /></span></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Readers and Friends.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">See you soon</span></span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;"> <span style="text-align: left;">❤</span></span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimFEGnJAfqldEqB54nfq_vGskzgqp82tc1lCROp1abgWpm87cdA7dhS6psk7MBVZUz3yczzB5SdnQC9tOZXBS81Ktv3gpPxSXZiTv5T07mvrSaH9KF1F-r7Eo8XuLmcTaldRD7zeuRcwSl8TRN_CDiWd6D9qZSwudbG5PEUsxZ3rN2HoJnLPkU5VGndBk/s400/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimFEGnJAfqldEqB54nfq_vGskzgqp82tc1lCROp1abgWpm87cdA7dhS6psk7MBVZUz3yczzB5SdnQC9tOZXBS81Ktv3gpPxSXZiTv5T07mvrSaH9KF1F-r7Eo8XuLmcTaldRD7zeuRcwSl8TRN_CDiWd6D9qZSwudbG5PEUsxZ3rN2HoJnLPkU5VGndBk/s16000/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgICOgK3gbHjAevRsjaobGCpi5Dg4feY2SqI-eX11T_pmyoqRYF_yy3XFqBg9_b8eENrSj8M3ZN2BfLvjqBZXAYK7qsZUQyudhuR8SApx71QBJ2e9lrWsLafb7N741Ysg7uBLa2Y3CTg6xrNnI7-_zO7jpWgywOfxUmKqQ6Q3goWRenIPiWtPbWFPaSD_A/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgICOgK3gbHjAevRsjaobGCpi5Dg4feY2SqI-eX11T_pmyoqRYF_yy3XFqBg9_b8eENrSj8M3ZN2BfLvjqBZXAYK7qsZUQyudhuR8SApx71QBJ2e9lrWsLafb7N741Ysg7uBLa2Y3CTg6xrNnI7-_zO7jpWgywOfxUmKqQ6Q3goWRenIPiWtPbWFPaSD_A/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>I "cappellai matti" vittoriani</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Sono passati quasi dieci anni da quando <i>~My Little Old World~</i> pubblicò un post dal titolo:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://sweetlydreamingofthepast.blogspot.com/2014/02/alice-liddell-la-vera-alice-nel-paese.html">Alice Liddell, la vera "Alice nel Paese delle Meraviglie"</a>.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Era il 10 febbraio 2014 quando rivelai a tutti i miei lettori che fu una ragazzina in carne ed ossa ad ispirare questo incantevole romanzo di fantasia di Lewis Carroll, pseudonimo di Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (1832 - 1898), matematico, scrittore e fotografo.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Amorevolmente accompagnata da illustrazioni da lui stesso disegnate, la storia delle avventure di Alice fu concepita in un giorno d'estate del 1862, esattamente il 4 luglio: quel giorno Carroll fece una gita in barca sull'Isis (come viene chiamato il Tamigi nel tratto che corre sotto Oxford) a Godstow per fare un picnic con Henry George Liddell, preside del Christ Church College, appartenente all'Università di Oxford, dove Dodgson insegnava matematica, e con le sue tre figlie, Edith di otto anni, Lorina di tredici anni, e Alice Pleasance, detta semplicemente Alice, di dieci.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Questo romanzo, al quale legherà indissolubilmente il suo nome, verrà pubblicato nel novembre del 1865. Come vedremo, c'era anche qualcosa d'altro che lo ispirò e che faceva parte della realtà di allora:</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">LA SINDROME DEL CAPPELLAIO MATTO</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">conosciuta anche come ERETISMO PSICHICO.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">L'espressione "<i>As mad as a Hatter</i>" - <i>Matto come un cappellaio</i>, che per noi equivale a ditre "<i>Matto come un cavallo</i>" può essere fatta risalire in Inghilterra addirittura al 1837. Vediamo da dove trae origine. </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Fin dal Medioevo, in Europa il mercurio veniva utilizzato in medicina e nell'industria manifatturiera. Prima del XVII secolo i produttori di cappelli utilizzavano l'urina per separare la pelle dell'animale dalla sua pelliccia, ma i fabbricanti di cappelli francesi scoprirono che il mercurio – prima sotto forma di urina mercuriale proveniente da lavoratori dei cappelli che consumavano cloruro di mercurio per curare la sifilide e poi sotto forma di sali di mercurio come il nitrato di mercurio – rendevano il processo più semplice.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Nell'Inghilterra vittoriana, il cilindro da uomo e il cappello di pelliccia da donna venivano realizzati utilizzando piccoli animali come conigli, lepri o castori. La pelliccia veniva preparata separando la pelle e il pelo attraverso un processo noto come infeltrimento o carotazione. Questo nuovo metodo prevedeva il trattamento della pelliccia di questi animali di piccole dimensioni con una soluzione diluita di <b>nitrato di mercurio</b>.</span></div><div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">STAMPA CHE PERCORRE LE VARIE FASI DELLA PRODUZIONE DEI CAPPELLI</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Le pelli venivano poi essiccate in un forno prima di essere stese su di un banco su cui veniva passata una macchina da taglio. Le pelli venivano ridotte in pezzetti sottili e adagiate su uno stampo conico, dove venivano pressate e ristrette con vapore e acqua calda. Il feltro risultante poteva poi essere tinto e trasformato in pregiati cappelli. Il metodo veniva chiamato carotazione poiché la soluzione di nitrato mercurico conferiva alla pelliccia bianca un colore bruno-rossastro, simile a quello della carota, appunto.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Il vantaggio di questo metodo era che rendeva morbidi e flosci i peli rigidi esterni della pelle, e li attorcigliava e irruvidiva in modo che si arruffassero insieme più facilmente. Il problema era che il feltro trattato rilasciava mercurio sotto forma di vapore e la produzione del feltro tendeva ad essere effettuata in spazi piccoli, confinati e scarsamente ventilati.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Di conseguenza, i cappellai iniziarono a presentare i sintomi di avvelenamento da mercurio. Questi includevano sintomi fisici, come linguaggio confuso, mal di testa, debolezza e tremori; e problemi neurologici, come cambiamenti di personalità – irritabilità, ansia, scarsa fiducia in se stessi, depressione, apatia e timidezza – così come perdita di memoria, delirio e allucinazioni. I produttori di cappelli esposti all'inalazione prolungata dei vapori di mercurio rilasciati in seguito all'esposizione al calore hanno sviluppato la malattia del cappellaio matto, o avvelenamento da mercurio.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">IMMAGINI DI PRODUTTRICI DI CAPPELLI AL LAVORO</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Quindi, per la seconda volta, apprendiamo che seguire la moda in epoca vittoriana era altamente velenoso.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">IMMAGINE DI MODISTE VITTORIANE IN ATELIER</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><div>Abbiamo già parlato degli effetti velenosi del VERDE SMERALDO o VERDE PARIGI: nonostante la sua elevata tossicità (conteneva <b>arsenico</b>) divenne così popolare che sarebbe stato utilizzato nella fabbricazione di indumenti, carta da parati, tappeti, vernici e altro nel corso del secolo. La produzione della tintura era davvero in forte espansione. Questa sostanza, che veniva mescolata con rame, cobalto e stagno, esaltava il colore degli abiti, donando loro una straordinaria lucentezza. Veniva utilizzato anche per tingere accessori, come fiori, fasce o guanti. (clicca<a href="https://sweetlydreamingofthepast.blogspot.com/2021/10/that-fashionable-elegant-emerald-green.html"><b> QUI </b></a>se sei interessato a leggerlo per intero). E di altri effetti velenosi della moda vittoriana avremo occasione di parlare molto presto, ve lo prometto!</div><div>Naturalmente questi erano problemi che riguardavano esclusivamente le persone benestanti. Le donne indigenti erano fortunate se avevano un abito per ogni stagione e, in inverno, una sciarpa o uno scialle per proteggere la testa e le spalle dal freddo, così come gli uomini erano soliti indossare un cappello di panno magari acquistato di seconda mano.</div><div>Ma c'erano inganni a cui anche i <i>poveracci</i> non potevano sottrarsi: anche loro erano vittime inconsce di altre frodi. Se i cappellai non erano consapevoli dei rischi che correvano con il loro lavoro così come le modiste e anche le persone che indossavano cappelli di pelliccia alla moda, bisogna considerare che in epoca vittoriana le frodi volte ad ottenere il massimo profitto dalla vendita dei prodotti alimentari erano piuttosto comuni: gli alimenti erano mescolati con varie sostanze, solitamente pericolose per la salute. Ma i commercianti non avevano scrupoli se potevano guadagnare un po' più di denaro. Alcuni negozianti erano dei veri <i>furbacchioni</i>: mescolavano lo zucchero con la sabbia in modo che pesasse di più e così potessero risparmiare molto zucchero nella vendita; i fornai macinavano il gesso e lo aggiungevano ridotto in polvere alla farina. Il gesso faceva apparire la farina più bianca e, inoltre, il mercante metteva da parte una quantità di farina per rivenderla successivamente; i lattai diluivano il latte con acqua.</div><div>Tenendo conto che quella di “allungare” il latte per la propria prole era una pratica comune presso le madri facenti parte delle famiglie umili ci rendiamo conto che le classi vittoriane più povere bevevano più acqua che latte.</div></span><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">E c'erano pasticceri che mescolavano la cera fusa con la vernice marrone per produrre (e poi vendere) il cioccolato!</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Una delle frodi più comuni veniva commessa nel settore dei prodotti lattiero-caseari, dove i commercianti aggiungevano <b>piombo</b> al formaggio perché la miscela gli conferiva un colore rossastro simile al formaggio Gloucester, che veniva venduto a un prezzo più elevato del formaggio normale.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Mi chiedo come e quando tali frodi furono scoperte e punite...</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">E concludo lo scritto di oggi con alcune immagini <i>vintage</i> di negozi vittoriani, che mi hanno sempre affascinato. Ma, ad essere onesti, da che so che alcuni venditori erano così imprudenti da agire in questo modo, beh, queste immagini hanno perso un po' del loro fascino ai miei occhi, mi spiace!</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">IMMAGINI DI RIVENDITE E NEGOZIANTI VITTORIANI</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span><span><span style="font-size: large;">Con sentita gratitudine per tutto l'entusiasmo e l'affetto <br /></span></span></span><span><span style="font-size: large;">che mai mancate di dimostrarmi,<br /></span></span><span><span style="font-size: large;"><span>invio il mio più caro abbraccio a tutti gli amici di <br /></span></span></span><span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: left;">~</span> <i>My Little Old World</i> <span style="text-align: left;">~<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">A presto</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;"> <span style="text-align: left;">❤</span></span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhiGDTQuIaETIxsCGY8eG1IPFq53LmBEYeOax22Il8NtC9XohfHBdOZXO5V4tQyTSWAFeVbIpXqGQiribIV1clLaFX8izqcDU-RqaTlI4DOojbGddGsim4RDSBIWMokjka14U-UDGvq0tgWWXVuYWsmBGatZiek-Y3L4hnee0-BGQxrTsJzFD0eJ7J4xQ8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhiGDTQuIaETIxsCGY8eG1IPFq53LmBEYeOax22Il8NtC9XohfHBdOZXO5V4tQyTSWAFeVbIpXqGQiribIV1clLaFX8izqcDU-RqaTlI4DOojbGddGsim4RDSBIWMokjka14U-UDGvq0tgWWXVuYWsmBGatZiek-Y3L4hnee0-BGQxrTsJzFD0eJ7J4xQ8=s16000" /></a></div><br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>LINKING TO</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-101/">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG-HOP</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2024/02/tuesdays-with-twist-blog-hop-565.html">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div></div></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-91894561041601462382024-01-21T21:17:00.002+01:002024-01-23T18:10:49.084+01:00♚ NOBLE MANSIONS AND CROWNS ♚ Brocket Hall, Lady Caroline Ponsonby and her husband, Lord Melbourne<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxzYa0kAuNdrqmJCgNlxBaNJjVG_t8Nky0cZlPBHOJKJzUVub5xnSrL5zz5zjmElLcR8l0ylcK-4W_FfMzjX5j-6bH1zD9_ypR-Kc28eVQe0AnSPcClRc2zsWIvBF-sd_vn7ddcu8KP-gQuQHa1sFVVRxraA4PhU1mdnrfo4EOKX1mI5zbupjlUBI-l8/s959/Neale(1829)_p5.096_-_Brocket_Hall,_Hertfordshire.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="671" data-original-width="959" height="369" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxzYa0kAuNdrqmJCgNlxBaNJjVG_t8Nky0cZlPBHOJKJzUVub5xnSrL5zz5zjmElLcR8l0ylcK-4W_FfMzjX5j-6bH1zD9_ypR-Kc28eVQe0AnSPcClRc2zsWIvBF-sd_vn7ddcu8KP-gQuQHa1sFVVRxraA4PhU1mdnrfo4EOKX1mI5zbupjlUBI-l8/w527-h369/Neale(1829)_p5.096_-_Brocket_Hall,_Hertfordshire.jpg" width="527" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Brocket Hall in Hertfordshire in 1829</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><span>I'm far sure you do remember Lady Georgiana Cavendish, Duchess of Devonshire, neé Spencer, whom we've already met during our walks through history. As well as Lady Elizabeth Vassall who became Baroness Holland by marriage and the far famous meetings which were held at her Holland House. Well, today we're going to talk about them along with some others famous people from Regency London, not last Lord George Gordon Byron. But don't be hurry, follow me, take my hand and let's begin this amazing story linked to the estate of Brocken Hall too.<br />Lady Georgiana, who was born in</span><span> 1857</span><span> </span><span>to John,</span><span> </span><span>1</span><span>st Count Spencer and his wife Lady Margaret Poyntz, had two younger siblings, George, who came into the world in </span><span>1758</span><span>, and Henrietta Frances, born three years later. T</span><span>oday we must focus our attention on Georgiana's younger sister who, in fact, wasn't as beautiful as her, but had many suitors. Yes, we're interested in Henrietta's life.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn4VGkDzd2HgB9BbmvZXwVUWyVRWSkdrVAPfpJdv29XBOrciauDWeq9fGiqwUC4msxf4uGAWpWzn1wrRr6f1Vc6-mxBWPECE_vj2WVfXiTFg_tChklk0QQNs1E6fnsupHoXntZMPhdSfF_tOYXgu4226C1f7ZsuUzsNQtqFvmTBmtkE_IOZqrwoXr7YcU/s706/Angelica_Kauffmann,_Portrait_of_Lady_Georgiana,_Lady_Henrietta_Frances_and_George_John_Spencer,_Viscount_Althorp_(1774).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="706" data-original-width="565" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn4VGkDzd2HgB9BbmvZXwVUWyVRWSkdrVAPfpJdv29XBOrciauDWeq9fGiqwUC4msxf4uGAWpWzn1wrRr6f1Vc6-mxBWPECE_vj2WVfXiTFg_tChklk0QQNs1E6fnsupHoXntZMPhdSfF_tOYXgu4226C1f7ZsuUzsNQtqFvmTBmtkE_IOZqrwoXr7YcU/w320-h400/Angelica_Kauffmann,_Portrait_of_Lady_Georgiana,_Lady_Henrietta_Frances_and_George_John_Spencer,_Viscount_Althorp_(1774).jpg" width="320" /></a></div>In this painting she's the second sitting beside her sister looking at her brother George already named Lord Althorp. On 27 November, 1780 she got married with Frederick Ponsonby, </span><span>3</span><span>rd Count of Bessborough. Theirs was a very sad marriage since they both were avid gamblers and very often found themselves in debt. Furthermore Frederick was well known for how he humiliated his wife during public meetings asking her to find the money to pay the debts they had incurred. They had four children, three males and a girl, Caroline, indeed, Lady Caroline Ponsonby, which grew up with a quite bizzare temper, amongst Spencer House and Devonshire House, a stately mansion in Piccadilly, London. Since her birth she was very frail, that's why she travelled a lot with her mother, trying to find the suited climate for her health. When they came back to England, Caroline and Henrietta went to live to Devonshire House where the young girl formed a strong bound with her aunt Georgiana, her children and those born to Elizabeth Foster, called <i>Lady Bess</i>, who was Georgiana's best friend and who became Lord Cavendish' lover, also living there with her children, and the other members </span><span>of the Spencer family. Honestly that was rather a strange family, given Georgiana lived under the same roof with her husband's lover and their little bastards, and she had a lover of her own whom she didn't hide, Charles Grey. </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span>Anyway, Caroline was educated</span><span> together with these children at the Dame School </span></span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">in Knightsbridge.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiolQgpvRRGlvmXeZ6XydtRLrOyk0soYtydd6rnsr36WLLSjM0ECl_hsPvovdAYLmotmmGEMtcLBgcqnRRA3PB_dX-UefGOI_ahSv19vypQ39guXZJiPfsmFRtrifPkUiVWEaqBDf2YX1UvLT2dPgN-mOzO5zvzRe5SEGtsCQNmuqRyGm5JdsxUosqCz1U/s636/Miniature%20of%20Caroline%20and%20her%20mother%20by%20Anne%20Mee,1814.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="636" data-original-width="561" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiolQgpvRRGlvmXeZ6XydtRLrOyk0soYtydd6rnsr36WLLSjM0ECl_hsPvovdAYLmotmmGEMtcLBgcqnRRA3PB_dX-UefGOI_ahSv19vypQ39guXZJiPfsmFRtrifPkUiVWEaqBDf2YX1UvLT2dPgN-mOzO5zvzRe5SEGtsCQNmuqRyGm5JdsxUosqCz1U/s320/Miniature%20of%20Caroline%20and%20her%20mother%20by%20Anne%20Mee,1814.png" width="282" /></a></div>It was said that she was "<i>lovely and lively</i>", a tiny girl with something elfishlike. </span></span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Deeming her character very difficult, she was treated with sedatives such as laudanum.</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"> She was in her teen when she knew, at a party held at Brocket Hall, Lord William Lamb, son of Sir Peniston Lamb, known as</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"> </span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">1</span><span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">st Viscount Melbourne, six years her senior, and both fell deeply in love one another. William felt enchanted by her given </span><i style="font-family: Vollkorn;">she had an extrahordinary charm, a puckish appeareance and a puckish behaviour.</i><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"> (</span><span style="font-family: times;">1</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">)</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">(In this painting on the right we can admire a precious miniature by Anne Mee portraying a very young Caroline with her mother). Caroline was aged</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span><span> 19</span><span> </span></span><span>when she got married to her William on</span><span> 3</span><span> June </span><span>1805</span><span> and went to live in Melbourne House together with her new family. This marriage, which was seen as a good match by both the Melbournes and the Ponsonbies, was happy just for a few years. In </span><span>1810</span><span><span> Caroline begun having lovers, and her stories were of public domain: that was far bad for her husband who already begun his political career which would have held him to become Queen Victoria's mentor as her Home Secretary (</span><span>1830-34</span><span>) and Prime Minister (</span><span>1834</span><span> and </span><span>1835-41</span><span>). </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">Caroline loved to make people talk of her, chatting about her vicious life, that's why she started to practice Holland House and became one of the most famous Lord Byron's lovers. She became Byron's most passionate lover and never accepted having been left by him: he was an adventurer, a traveler, a man always in search of new emotions who could not get lost in long relationships. Only the Italian Countess Teresa Guiccioli was able to completely steal his heart: she was Byron's greatest love and was also the last of his very short life. (</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">If you are interested <a href="https://sweetlydreamingofthepast.blogspot.com/2021/10/lord-byron-countess-teresa-guiccioli.html"><b>HERE</b></a> you can read the post that</span><i style="font-family: Vollkorn;">~ My Little Old World ~</i><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"> published some times ago</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"> about this intense love story)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZzSJQ0jeLMupoAt1IWJXlYumDwbse3GH0gEhWuiFY6otXYAHWKi8f3HQTODW6CPOqs8UehG7nJ_l_hiAoT4J-cXefSX2oWGPCA5V0gUwzElGC1-gBBrskOGea_dbgVXqa0CrxPSv8rvW8I7SlvcI5L8fpOQJySC49JJIZ_4NFOfQHNGUdEj60zQLntIM/s855/3%20x%202.5%20in%20(1)%20(1).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="496" data-original-width="855" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZzSJQ0jeLMupoAt1IWJXlYumDwbse3GH0gEhWuiFY6otXYAHWKi8f3HQTODW6CPOqs8UehG7nJ_l_hiAoT4J-cXefSX2oWGPCA5V0gUwzElGC1-gBBrskOGea_dbgVXqa0CrxPSv8rvW8I7SlvcI5L8fpOQJySC49JJIZ_4NFOfQHNGUdEj60zQLntIM/w506-h295/3%20x%202.5%20in%20(1)%20(1).png" width="506" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lord William Lamb, who'll become 2nd Viscount of Melbourne, and his wife, Lady Caroline Ponsonby Lamb</span></div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Brocket Hall, the stately mansion of the property of the Lambs in Hertfordshire, is well-known not only because it was there that she first met he who will become her loved husband, but also because it was the setting of her first meeting with Lord Byron and also because there took place a rather memorable State dinner party: as a present for her husband's birthday she had herself served up naked in a soup tureen to him. The more the time passed, the more Caroline led a scandalous life. </span></span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">William defended his wife against his mother, who insisted that the couple separate, but he would not listen to her and he tried to remain by his wife's side despite the scandal and disapproval of family and society. Lady Caroline, although her husband was against it, insisted on formally separating from him, which she achieved in 1825. And </span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Brocket Hall will become the former residence of the scandalous Lady Caroline Lamb, who will live the last years of her life </span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">suffering from mental instability, complicated by alcohol and laudanum abuse.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><b>~</b></span><span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;"><b>BROCKET HALL</b> <b> </b></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><b>~</b></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.35cm;">
</p><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPwZS1exAzsj8RQxdN-xlv79c3rFVx5XWxeg64mHxy6arRO0pTosmjiHSewEjcmtQ0U8qia_m8OP_dpJHvc_MKSHFJpVzdM64VE12y4EFVUxjp7I_XchpKsKC6aTePk8t3QsES8aJqb5UFDt-fwzNHU2HaNG5z2qyg_p9xZ59uuAhh-0dKooBSWdOnrmA/s652/CALEB%20ROBERT%20STANLEY%20(1795-1868),%20Brocket%20Hall%20dated%201841,%20RCIN%20920153.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="436" data-original-width="652" height="348" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPwZS1exAzsj8RQxdN-xlv79c3rFVx5XWxeg64mHxy6arRO0pTosmjiHSewEjcmtQ0U8qia_m8OP_dpJHvc_MKSHFJpVzdM64VE12y4EFVUxjp7I_XchpKsKC6aTePk8t3QsES8aJqb5UFDt-fwzNHU2HaNG5z2qyg_p9xZ59uuAhh-0dKooBSWdOnrmA/w521-h348/CALEB%20ROBERT%20STANLEY%20(1795-1868),%20Brocket%20Hall%20dated%201841,%20RCIN%20920153.png" width="521" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Brocket Hall is a neoclassical red brick house in a beautifully landscaped setting with a Palladian bridge over the River Lea. The interior of the house is not very valuable, but there are some exceptions, namely the main staircase and the Grand Hall which was decorated specifically to entertain royalty. The walls are covered with silk, the original furniture was made by Chippendale, the ceiling was painted by Francis Wheatley, and the banquet table seats eighty people. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypHok_Aul2timPE7BPnS2vsbfm3YwBmWRiN1c1_tkX_N7NgRO5l-Z4WQV-ebNr3SADWZL_mphFtPr62eIgBLLTifDQ-P1S5nwJJurfrisGwRViUOH9Joqt1Ef5MiA8jOO5iVxT3eL73d-jHp-vy6UtQDrf8H3bD1wBFrnmmWFb43ukb3rAtoslDQ9liw/s2048/Brocket%20Hall.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypHok_Aul2timPE7BPnS2vsbfm3YwBmWRiN1c1_tkX_N7NgRO5l-Z4WQV-ebNr3SADWZL_mphFtPr62eIgBLLTifDQ-P1S5nwJJurfrisGwRViUOH9Joqt1Ef5MiA8jOO5iVxT3eL73d-jHp-vy6UtQDrf8H3bD1wBFrnmmWFb43ukb3rAtoslDQ9liw/w474-h315/Brocket%20Hall.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The cost of this room was recorded as £1,500, which was equivalent to more than the cost of a notable palace at the time!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">In 1746 Sir Matthew Lamb, William's great-grandfather, a successful lawyer and banker, purchased the mansion. At that time there were already two buildings in the park, the oldest of which, built in 1239, was known as the </span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Brocket Lea: it is on the south side of the upper reaches of the river, visible from almost the whole of the estate; the second was</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"> built almost two centuries later. It is known that b</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">y 1477 Thomas Brockett held both manors. The family went on occupying them both - being in 1553 the home of Sir John Brocket, a wealthy spice importer and the captain of Queen Elizabeth's personal guard. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">Sir Matthew Lamb's son, Peniston Lamb, 1st Viscount Melbourne, was often visited at Brocket Hall by the Prince Regent, who had a connection with Lady Melbourne. Upon the death of his father, William inherited the Estate.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">In 1832 Lord Melbourne became Prime Minister. Princess Victoria was a frequent visitor to Brocket Hall and it is said that Melbourne thought of her as a daughter. It was Lord Melbourne who broke, in 1837, the news to a young Victoria that she was to become Queen. He taught her almost everything that could to prepare her for the mammoth task in front of her. She often visited Brocket Hall and until her marriage to Prince Albert, weekly bunches of flowers were sent from the Estate to the Palace.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">Here there are some shots from the interiors which are so beautiful to me, so bright and welcoming:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp7c7LFmYyWCB7pewn6C3-pEBIJddpvj40zHmIdrQWFNebQmTCRqLjL30mfJy53zqW2IZjBRTL-nhYSl6GcsGG8sYaY1ObZpczaYqFqYAKdHjERc4FE4H-SaQYMd4i6VZdGXMFO3H4f0sKYfF3FvjG1ExUU2ExtpTpREAqwz08JZgRgq4mAx_2B57wTd4/s1024/Brocket%20H.2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp7c7LFmYyWCB7pewn6C3-pEBIJddpvj40zHmIdrQWFNebQmTCRqLjL30mfJy53zqW2IZjBRTL-nhYSl6GcsGG8sYaY1ObZpczaYqFqYAKdHjERc4FE4H-SaQYMd4i6VZdGXMFO3H4f0sKYfF3FvjG1ExUU2ExtpTpREAqwz08JZgRgq4mAx_2B57wTd4/w470-h470/Brocket%20H.2.png" width="470" /></a></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEsbhfbV_kSlRHONB0VBtXH2Ht6NkFKoHie9Au_1Im7j5OQkttGnYxvcY3QRQfkGtD2t5hxVU7-icvHgzzveo6KDOTcB5BzHTeyvJUcYFrejRQfGzSEAn0ymq4PGtx7S68-eEZaHGbl6zhUlsB7KbgskTG-CgLuzw1M5DbJvSZW6wCRV-6VuBhMte1W4s/s1600/Brocket%20H.5.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="353" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEsbhfbV_kSlRHONB0VBtXH2Ht6NkFKoHie9Au_1Im7j5OQkttGnYxvcY3QRQfkGtD2t5hxVU7-icvHgzzveo6KDOTcB5BzHTeyvJUcYFrejRQfGzSEAn0ymq4PGtx7S68-eEZaHGbl6zhUlsB7KbgskTG-CgLuzw1M5DbJvSZW6wCRV-6VuBhMte1W4s/w471-h353/Brocket%20H.5.png" width="471" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiafz5PR9Kk9hRerS9G8bPhIuq-PPyjR9DBYhQvM7Ro8g-ggCP0LitihTLFWRtakxxIstnmkL82DvkBE8psDO8SYHiS3A-mWXD400eEGHKyTuamtQpJ5s6lXElqnYsD43IHKek5NMAvy3snppHReUQ91t8tYqru7uROYsN3mB7Voo0OpDFl5q1TUJp85JQ/s405/Brocket%20H.3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="405" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiafz5PR9Kk9hRerS9G8bPhIuq-PPyjR9DBYhQvM7Ro8g-ggCP0LitihTLFWRtakxxIstnmkL82DvkBE8psDO8SYHiS3A-mWXD400eEGHKyTuamtQpJ5s6lXElqnYsD43IHKek5NMAvy3snppHReUQ91t8tYqru7uROYsN3mB7Voo0OpDFl5q1TUJp85JQ/w469-h346/Brocket%20H.3.png" width="469" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2rMpUlktnNkEB6qjCSq-LdOFF4axFCeaNz_1NaC7atSzvYgi6zcA-hw8xKjR3aVqxe_fFHwAo9FmhzirXPI-QcRJ7rjASa3LVg0S50MCx8z371ZPs-UnNjUrvTIzBXtJpemc5oIlX-S8pDHpaKlKxBfTV4YHKScvKVVpJxnnP0DhD2gP6ihK5hwZe4K0/s920/Brocket%20H.6.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="660" data-original-width="920" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2rMpUlktnNkEB6qjCSq-LdOFF4axFCeaNz_1NaC7atSzvYgi6zcA-hw8xKjR3aVqxe_fFHwAo9FmhzirXPI-QcRJ7rjASa3LVg0S50MCx8z371ZPs-UnNjUrvTIzBXtJpemc5oIlX-S8pDHpaKlKxBfTV4YHKScvKVVpJxnnP0DhD2gP6ihK5hwZe4K0/w464-h334/Brocket%20H.6.png" width="464" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQnYpm4c9x5KqYf4j7A0_TeKRriIDilicrluScFwCozm8_qGpzsnKL1ZQ8kSHIeqxG5aBU9ALVZw5FfYZcDKDbzsk0UklvvC3Knlf-WJGiLtXg0qMyu__LsP4-CSOKUiEAfN6jffdJqJKK-DSSdttoaDIip3IL4iX_q1iifWRVuI5slWClQpVs9vAbh5o/s596/Brocket%20H.4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="596" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQnYpm4c9x5KqYf4j7A0_TeKRriIDilicrluScFwCozm8_qGpzsnKL1ZQ8kSHIeqxG5aBU9ALVZw5FfYZcDKDbzsk0UklvvC3Knlf-WJGiLtXg0qMyu__LsP4-CSOKUiEAfN6jffdJqJKK-DSSdttoaDIip3IL4iX_q1iifWRVuI5slWClQpVs9vAbh5o/w460-h459/Brocket%20H.4.png" width="460" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">In the hope to have entertained You with gladness, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">I'm sending You my dearest embrace!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">See you soon</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"> </span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: left;">❤</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgnrIRYzZaex79VGQF7YKUzuL6aYql1ZsUOydq3dy7oB3uaomgx2X7Bg12MdpcQXMmWoo-GytMLr9LR4hINTg8phieqJOLuQkwEOoC4fDYQJBi7exGoinyP1OastnnyJRKjgSNj00UAVv7OmO1o5h7EMHesPISDQEmCjcjbZp-bhEeV0b_Q8Zoh00J8js/s400/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgnrIRYzZaex79VGQF7YKUzuL6aYql1ZsUOydq3dy7oB3uaomgx2X7Bg12MdpcQXMmWoo-GytMLr9LR4hINTg8phieqJOLuQkwEOoC4fDYQJBi7exGoinyP1OastnnyJRKjgSNj00UAVv7OmO1o5h7EMHesPISDQEmCjcjbZp-bhEeV0b_Q8Zoh00J8js/s16000/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>NOTES:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">(1) - Antonia Fraser, <i>Lady Caroline Lamb. A Free Spirit</i>, Weidenfeld & Nicolson, London 2023, p.24.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>LET ME FINALLY ADD JUST A CURIOSITY: </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">In 1848 Lord Melbourne died peacefully at Brocket Hall. The estate was inherited by his sister and her husband, the man who will take his place as Prime Minister too, Lord Palmerstone. It is said that he died in 1865 at Brocket Hall by a liaison with a maid on the billiard table...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">This so beautiful mansion has truly many tales to tell...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnxRGRhj6rbyzrv2cgId6BEDPe1IgLnaUQsRYKsNYntSClM4_3hl1hdM2GdZ1CzONDiTXfcZiN4GLXYz7glUU83EwNAnXzpnse7nxZt3YLC0e3aEgWE2JniPokyGvmRLA7-YeoOToWg2VQXjwqSYbpQhV6dXGeYH9Rg2fRxJLPx72BlC237EYG5gjnNeY/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnxRGRhj6rbyzrv2cgId6BEDPe1IgLnaUQsRYKsNYntSClM4_3hl1hdM2GdZ1CzONDiTXfcZiN4GLXYz7glUU83EwNAnXzpnse7nxZt3YLC0e3aEgWE2JniPokyGvmRLA7-YeoOToWg2VQXjwqSYbpQhV6dXGeYH9Rg2fRxJLPx72BlC237EYG5gjnNeY/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>Brocket Hall, Lady Caroline Ponsonby ed il suo consorte, Lord Melbourne</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">IMMAGINE DI COPERTINA - Bocket Hall, situata nell'Hertfordshire, nel 1829</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">Sono più che certa che vi ricordate di Lady Georgiana Spencer, diventata duchessa del Devonshire, dopo aver sposato Lord Cavendish, che abbiamo già incontrato durante le nostre passeggiate nella storia. Così come di Lady Elizabeth Vassall, che divenne baronessa Holland per matrimonio, nonché degli incontri molto famosi che si tenevano alla sua famosa Holland House. Bene, oggi parleremo di loro insieme ad altri personaggi famosi della Londra Regency, non ultimo Lord George Gordon Byron. Ma non abbiate fretta, seguitemi, prendete la mia mano e iniziamo questa fantastica storia legata, inoltre, alla tenuta di Brocket Hall.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">Lady Georgiana, nata nel 1857 da John, I conte Spencer e da sua moglie Lady Margaret Poyntz, ebbe due fratelli più giovani, George, che venne alla luce nel 1758 e Henrietta Frances, nata tre anni dopo. Oggi dobbiamo focalizzare la nostra attenzione sulla sorella minore di Georgiana che, in effetti, non era bella come lei, ma aveva molti pretendenti. Sì, siamo interessati alla vita di Henrietta.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">IMMAGINE SULLA SX: ANGELICA KAUFFMANN - Portrait of Lady Georgiana, Lady Henrietta and George Spencer</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In questo dipinto ella è la seconda da sinistra e siede accanto a sua sorella mentre guarda suo fratello George già nominato Lord Althorp. Il 27 novembre 1780 ella si sposò con Frederick Ponsonby, III conte di Bessborough. Il loro fu un matrimonio molto triste poiché entrambi erano avidi giocatori d'azzardo e molto spesso si trovarono sommersi dai debiti. Inoltre, Frederick era ben noto per il modo in cui era solito umiliare sua moglie durante le riunioni pubbliche chiedendole di trovare i soldi per pagare i debiti che avevano sostenuto. Avevano quattro figli, tre maschi e una femmina, Caroline, ovvero Lady Caroline Ponsonby, che crebbe con un carattere abbastanza bizzarro, tra Spencer House e Devonshire Haouse, una maestosa dimora situata a Piccadilly, Londra. Fin dalla sua nascita fu subito evidente la sua fragilità ecco perché viaggiò molto con la madre, cercando di trovare il clima più adatto alla sua salute. Quando tornarono in Inghilterra Caroline e Henrietta andarono a vivere alla Devonshire House dove la ragazza stabilì un forte legame con sua zia Georgiana, i suoi figli e quelli nati da Elizabeth Foster, chiamata <i>Lady Bess</i>, che era la migliore amica di Georgiana e che era diventata l'amante di Lord Cavendish. Onestamente quella degli Spencer era diventata una famiglia alquanto strana, dato che Georgiana viveva sotto lo stesso tetto con l'amante di suo marito e i loro piccoli bastardi, e aveva, a sua volta, un amante di cui non faceva mistero, Charles Gray. Comunque, Caroline fu educata insieme a questi bambini alla Dame School di Knightsbridge.</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">IMMAGINE SULLA DESTRA - ANNE MEE, miniatura di Caroline con la madre Henrietta</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Si diceva che fosse "<i>adorabile e vivace</i>", una piccola ragazza con qualcosa di elfico. Ritenuta di temperamento molto difficile, veniva trattata con sedativi tipo il laudano. Era una giovane adolescente quando, ad una festa che si tenne a Brocket Hall, conobbe Lord William Lamb, figlio di Sir Peniston Lamb-noto come I visconte Melbourne- di sei anni più grande di lei, ed entrambi si innamorarono profondamente l'uno dell'altro. William si sentiva incantato da lei, aveva un fascino non comune, un aspetto ed un atteggiamento maliziosi. </span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">(</span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">1</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">)</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(In questo dipinto a destra possiamo ammirare una preziosa miniatura di Anne Mee che ritrae una Caroline molto giovane con la madre). Caroline aveva 19 anni quando si sposò con il suo William il 3 giugno 1805 e andò a vivere a Melbourne House insieme alla sua nuova famiglia. Questo matrimonio, che è stato visto come una bella accoppiata sia dai Melbourn che dai Ponsonby, fu felice solo per alcuni anni. Nel 1810 Caroline iniziò ad avere amanti e le sue storie erano di dominio pubblico: il che era un vero danno per suo marito che aveva già iniziato la propria carriera politica che lo avrebbe condotto a diventare mentore della regina Victoria in qualità di suo segretario personale (1830-34) e primo ministro (1834 e 1835-41).</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Caroline adorava che la gente parlasse di lei, che chiacchierasse della sua vita viziosa, ecco perché cominciò a praticare Holland House e diventò una delle più famose amanti di Lord Byron. Di Byron ella diventò l'amante più passionale e mai accetterà di essere stata lasciata da lui: egli era un avventuriero, un viaggiatore, un uomo sempre in cerca di nuove emozioni che non poteva perdersi in lunghe relazioni. Solo la contessa italiana Teresa Guiccioli fu in grado di rapire completamente il suo cuore: fu il più grande amore di Byron e fu anche l'ultimo della sua brevissima vita. (Se vi fa piacere<a href="https://sweetlydreamingofthepast.blogspot.com/2021/10/lord-byron-countess-teresa-guiccioli.html"><b> QUI</b></a></span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"> potete leggere il post che <i>~ My Little Old World ~</i> ha pubblicato tempo fa </span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">su questa intensa storia d'amore)</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">IMMAGINE AL CENTRO: Lord William Lamb, che verrà nominato II visconte di Melbourne, e sua moglie, Lady Caroline Ponsonby Lamb</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">Bocket Hall, la maestosa dimora della proprietà dei Lamb nell'Hertfordshire, è ben nota non solo perché Caroline vi conobbe colui che sarebbe diventato il suo amato marito, e vi invitò Lord Byron per il loro primo incontro, ma anche perché fu l'ambientazione di una cena di Stato piuttosto memorabile durante la quale si presentò nuda su di un vassoio in argento come regalo di compleanno per il suo William. Più passava il tempo, più Caroline conduceva una vita viziosa. William difendeva sua moglie contro sua madre, che voleva insistentemente che la coppia si separasse, ma egli non l'ascoltò e continuò a rimanere al fianco di sua moglie nonostante lo scandalo e la disapprovazione della famiglia e della società. Lady Caroline, sebbene suo marito fosse contrario, insistette per ottenere il divorzio, e lo ottenne nel 1825. Bocket Hall diventerà la residenza della scandalosa Lady Caroline Lamb, che vi trascorrerà gli ultimi anni della sua vita soffrendo di instabilità mentale, complicata dall'abuso di alcool e laudano.</span></div><div style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;"></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><b>~</b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><b>BROCKET HALL</b> <b> </b></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><b>~</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">DIPINTO DI CALEB ROBERT STANLEY (1795 - 1868)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">Bocket Hall è un edifico in stile neoclassico costruito con mattoni rossi in uno scenario naturale splendidamente paesaggistico con un ponte palladiano sul fiume Lea. L'interno della casa non è molto prezioso, ma ci sono alcune eccezioni, vale a dire la scala principale e la Grand Hall che è stata decorata appositamente per intrattenere i reali. Le pareti sono coperte di seta, i mobili originali sono stati realizzati da Chippendale, il soffitto è stato dipinto da Francis Wheatley e il tavolo del banchetto può ospitare fino a ottanta persone.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">IMMAGINE DELLA SALA DA BANCHETTO</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il costo di questa stanza fu di £ 1.500, che era equivalente a più del costo di un notevole palazzo all'epoca!</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nel 1746 Sir Matthew Lamb, il bisnonno di William, avvocato e banchiere di successo, aveva acquistato la dimora. A quel tempo c'erano già due edifici nel parco, il più vecchio dei quali, costruito nel 1239, era noto come Brocket Lea: si trova sul lato sud rispetto alle sponde superiori del fiume ed è visibile da quasi tutta la tenuta; il secondo fu costruito quasi due secoli dopo. È noto che nel 1477 Thomas Brocket deteneva entrambi i manieri. La famiglia continuò a occuparli entrambi - essendo nel 1553 la dimora ufficilae di Sir John Brocket, un ricco importatore di spezie e il capitano della guardia personale della regina Elisabetta.</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il figlio di Sir Matthew Lamb, Peniston Lamb, I visconte Melbourne, riceveva spesso in visita il principe Reggente a Brocket Hall, in quanto egli aveva un legame con Lady Melbourne. Alla morte di suo padre, William ereditò la tenuta.</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Nel 1832 Lord Melbourne divenne primo ministro. La principessa Victoria era un'assidua visitatrice di Brocket Hall e si dice che Melbourne la considerasse come una figlia. Fu Lord Melbourne a dare, nel 1837, la notizia ad una giovane Victoria che stava diventando regina. Le insegnò quasi tutto ciò che poteva per prepararla in vista del compito gigantesco che aveva di fronte e fino a quando non si sposò con il principe Albert, le vennero inviati a palazzo ogni settimana mazzi di fiori provenienti da Brocket Hall</span><span>. </span><span>Qui di seguito ho raccolto alcune immagini degli interni che sono così belli per il mio gusto, così luminosi e accoglienti:</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">CINQUE IMMAGINI DEGLI INTERNI DI BROCKET HALL</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">Con la speranza di averVi intrattenuto con diletto, </span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">Vi invio il mio più caro abbraccio!</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">A presto</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"> </span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: left;">❤</span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>NOTE:</b></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">(1) - Antonia Fraser, <i>Lady Caroline Lamb. A Free Spirit</i>, Weidenfeld & Nicolson, London 2023, p.24.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>LASCIATE INFINE CHE AGGIUNGA UNA CURIOSITA':</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Nel 1848 Lord Melbourne morì pacificamente a Bocket Hall. La tenuta venne ereditata da sua sorella e dal marito, l'uomo che prenderà il suo posto come Primo Ministro, Lord Palmerstone. Si dice che questi sia deceduto nel 1865 a Bocket Hall mentre giaceva con una cameriera sul tavolo da biliardo...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Questa splendida dimora ha davvero in serbo molte storie da raccontare...</span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;" /></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIQEYEQr15frr8pmoFVr25rXbqWyl6ySA18_U181yZkPb2QbhYBZQRR61xXCsh_o3GWDAVsKs8vj0WaBNO4A3AiGrFpE3-lW9nXFYsTm9500zXoF5F4-QYjLObXnHZJXTS1rVqnKvALgZKFfqpsUBoLRbPRBpMyVNBOsEbm7OBYL8vj0HTLuc5W4t62l0/s281/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="254" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIQEYEQr15frr8pmoFVr25rXbqWyl6ySA18_U181yZkPb2QbhYBZQRR61xXCsh_o3GWDAVsKs8vj0WaBNO4A3AiGrFpE3-lW9nXFYsTm9500zXoF5F4-QYjLObXnHZJXTS1rVqnKvALgZKFfqpsUBoLRbPRBpMyVNBOsEbm7OBYL8vj0HTLuc5W4t62l0/s1600/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" width="254" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>LINKING WITH:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/and-snowy-homestead-sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-97/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=and-snowy-homestead-sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-97&utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=and-snowy-homestead-sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-97">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG-HOP</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2024/01/tuesdays-with-twist-blog-hop-561.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST BLOG HOP</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div></div></span></div></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-74168821872009739642023-12-23T17:34:00.008+01:002023-12-31T17:54:22.077+01:00Capturing Christmas with Anton Pieck<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Today I'm introducing you to a far famous painter from the Netherlands, much better known as a children books illustrator: Anton Pieck.<br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">Anton Franciscus Pieck was born on 19 April 1895 in Den Helder a small village located in the far north of what today is Holland and lived to the grand old age of 92. He was the son of Henri Christiaan Pieck and Petronella Neijfs, and twin brother of the painter and illustrator Henri Christiaan Pieck. He was a painter, artist and graphic artist and spent most of his life teaching children how to draw. His works are noted for their nostalgic and fairy tale-like character and are widely popular, appearing regularly on cards and calendars. I love the attention he payid to details in every picture of his and the muted colours and dark interiors which give each scene a very Dickensian atmosphere. <br /></span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">Here you have a little slideshow collecting those I thought to be his most beautiful images which captured the Christmas Spirit. Alas, most of them have no title, given they’re drawn from the books he illustrated.<br /></span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">However I’m sure you’ll appreciate his so sweet way to depict what he saw walking along the streets, crowded with peple running busy straight and left and inside houses he dwelled, just during the very days before Christmas.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdx5ouyyJoRNxlDbsoDqyey6PAwfmkZo9vOfXxrFChE4_ep36B04Px-XYChZdF5MhHMOfP4u3D1Ry1kZupK9lvPJeqFdgU42hvN4DmUTjJwd97oIoeMQLqogwzlo56EppBRryXHiwfxiwTzLbh5-3YptWdYGxfjNHN2dwbs5x5VGLNxjvVN3HRJXcTciU/s640/carols.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="550" height="619" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdx5ouyyJoRNxlDbsoDqyey6PAwfmkZo9vOfXxrFChE4_ep36B04Px-XYChZdF5MhHMOfP4u3D1Ry1kZupK9lvPJeqFdgU42hvN4DmUTjJwd97oIoeMQLqogwzlo56EppBRryXHiwfxiwTzLbh5-3YptWdYGxfjNHN2dwbs5x5VGLNxjvVN3HRJXcTciU/w532-h619/carols.JPG" width="532" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD1z7MJb1gYQKJVRoD-PcdmQGMigAVOwHA2vildeVWtcUfqjcGTjKB_nylzRo2ZyOy2TGhNAtP6hC4psFLmmkj0YtYXifY9ULBTxo2nNfKARdRdPTMclJwF6WPtdYJ2U9xPDZuYM5cJt0sXgeQ67k3i6osP_29HFDnJXQIc5ODcDmx6ShhsHtPN0Fe3wk/s1000/pict0019.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="725" data-original-width="1000" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD1z7MJb1gYQKJVRoD-PcdmQGMigAVOwHA2vildeVWtcUfqjcGTjKB_nylzRo2ZyOy2TGhNAtP6hC4psFLmmkj0YtYXifY9ULBTxo2nNfKARdRdPTMclJwF6WPtdYJ2U9xPDZuYM5cJt0sXgeQ67k3i6osP_29HFDnJXQIc5ODcDmx6ShhsHtPN0Fe3wk/w531-h386/pict0019.jpg" width="531" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWHcg4m69WkvhI2Gqq2lDnJVxZG82LPTWECRSXwJgMx-ovS2mTnDzExdP3LJ1Rz7qpXLNhDBgfBxESg5orb47F6azU9YtwHDPj6p-hX3T7XGRG0XOG1-ooGwb7vhTOtqlTw78K4KhZHCbbdH0685kEuzK9xGeJUw5SiC5dEp1QaLWCiNBROxErxK87mo/s533/Christmas%20-%20Anton%20Pieck.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="533" height="397" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWHcg4m69WkvhI2Gqq2lDnJVxZG82LPTWECRSXwJgMx-ovS2mTnDzExdP3LJ1Rz7qpXLNhDBgfBxESg5orb47F6azU9YtwHDPj6p-hX3T7XGRG0XOG1-ooGwb7vhTOtqlTw78K4KhZHCbbdH0685kEuzK9xGeJUw5SiC5dEp1QaLWCiNBROxErxK87mo/w528-h397/Christmas%20-%20Anton%20Pieck.png" width="528" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixYW7JxqMUX1j_ewdnl0JN9m46bkc99LkGanzrPxSK2KmFH-R_Iac0cSB0CAfSQwY_4xgcT0-SkblvQmpKUMJZI9tuuGEUB9D31llNN0kHyoGHu1FZcf-6qZ9l4Z9eqQF5OepL3Hmvh787fmgccrROnU8NWs2v704sFsT8XDa1nqKJNpNhGB01qae7XIs/s735/A%20christmas%20Sled.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="493" data-original-width="735" height="354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixYW7JxqMUX1j_ewdnl0JN9m46bkc99LkGanzrPxSK2KmFH-R_Iac0cSB0CAfSQwY_4xgcT0-SkblvQmpKUMJZI9tuuGEUB9D31llNN0kHyoGHu1FZcf-6qZ9l4Z9eqQF5OepL3Hmvh787fmgccrROnU8NWs2v704sFsT8XDa1nqKJNpNhGB01qae7XIs/w525-h354/A%20christmas%20Sled.jpg" width="525" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVTRg0Q0q-exRMNb6VEQEk9bqVb-hrZFtXTCpphEx9x2aW2ZDQ__uqhjqQ-NMv46fYICb-eJRCgIonyllA358E2fMJi2eiwiDwODLjHw6zXC38rXCuo0fkuJd1ektxVyuJBUQmqeR_MAXEJ5di6hJpOII1W2JKsxO-UbnSj5zZbE32MAaQ2UvtRTMG0ak/s800/christmas%20toy%20shop.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="553" data-original-width="800" height="361" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVTRg0Q0q-exRMNb6VEQEk9bqVb-hrZFtXTCpphEx9x2aW2ZDQ__uqhjqQ-NMv46fYICb-eJRCgIonyllA358E2fMJi2eiwiDwODLjHw6zXC38rXCuo0fkuJd1ektxVyuJBUQmqeR_MAXEJ5di6hJpOII1W2JKsxO-UbnSj5zZbE32MAaQ2UvtRTMG0ak/w522-h361/christmas%20toy%20shop.png" width="522" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgztPSX39B7l51figt4JtzSb9CtkmGNMiG29FGm2MT49NZD97yIyoscrPe5WkiqDfy2XzhJb8KNGXKg9KnSNifO9jihoyYrxn_KW2UE1GLQ_qU2SmhLjZZyDXB1AiZ9iIFGEh0AdQi_bniMKa4Hm0fj5bBUZv6cyXt66cZCIofRZbtJlJGzHFT-pZkSv8M/s638/carolgroup.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="439" data-original-width="638" height="357" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgztPSX39B7l51figt4JtzSb9CtkmGNMiG29FGm2MT49NZD97yIyoscrPe5WkiqDfy2XzhJb8KNGXKg9KnSNifO9jihoyYrxn_KW2UE1GLQ_qU2SmhLjZZyDXB1AiZ9iIFGEh0AdQi_bniMKa4Hm0fj5bBUZv6cyXt66cZCIofRZbtJlJGzHFT-pZkSv8M/w518-h357/carolgroup.JPG" width="518" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7eyvE2YCQZAW0IzT-gev3yTqVhF5kE6Xqeg6SQu1OyRO8OWTQkobzZAs7mDDuygHiu3abNd4pSp6Ja6CLqsLng0HQn5RKnpg_3ziiKEgN5QcjrtrKlXLy-c6f2CU7Jtq_aBZ0yTBh7EQveoDCIHruhxSDTDmHQ3HH4Tvrn1PbkwJA_7wj3VXr1wZdexM/s533/Buying%20for%20Christmas.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="533" height="387" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7eyvE2YCQZAW0IzT-gev3yTqVhF5kE6Xqeg6SQu1OyRO8OWTQkobzZAs7mDDuygHiu3abNd4pSp6Ja6CLqsLng0HQn5RKnpg_3ziiKEgN5QcjrtrKlXLy-c6f2CU7Jtq_aBZ0yTBh7EQveoDCIHruhxSDTDmHQ3HH4Tvrn1PbkwJA_7wj3VXr1wZdexM/w514-h387/Buying%20for%20Christmas.png" width="514" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmsv_t0RzgTfNmlaMRanj6DWh44vfwxbKc2wQYn16JayH1b5_TmCG2Vcw-hf4nlLqsIQYlFY_qQJejPAWAurUzIgh1btEe2-anEQPPlkVJGIliFEGsTUwKOz5wcNelsJ4f8Il3YSBmpwLAojWdeokFNXxkZ_m6tdU11QZOpcgKl-I_8kurywlHFXOIWnk/s1000/before%20christmas.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="860" height="593" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmsv_t0RzgTfNmlaMRanj6DWh44vfwxbKc2wQYn16JayH1b5_TmCG2Vcw-hf4nlLqsIQYlFY_qQJejPAWAurUzIgh1btEe2-anEQPPlkVJGIliFEGsTUwKOz5wcNelsJ4f8Il3YSBmpwLAojWdeokFNXxkZ_m6tdU11QZOpcgKl-I_8kurywlHFXOIWnk/w509-h593/before%20christmas.png" width="509" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUrPYsuDsBd9ijxzaxMnS2HJrz99TM4r6n7STs30CsQZNW0nX00qzPJt059isYSJcRq2_mQ_xf2HluLGZMotN6NoSzUTkUrM2TaC2fhrG4gc2358Vsk7yLXQSTc8Pn6iV_3aGrbvvI3sM47L2Sve2AcIH9ZpZAhLxBsHE0hAmzm2_6GwR0WjhSNFtno78/s1240/Skating.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="930" data-original-width="1240" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUrPYsuDsBd9ijxzaxMnS2HJrz99TM4r6n7STs30CsQZNW0nX00qzPJt059isYSJcRq2_mQ_xf2HluLGZMotN6NoSzUTkUrM2TaC2fhrG4gc2358Vsk7yLXQSTc8Pn6iV_3aGrbvvI3sM47L2Sve2AcIH9ZpZAhLxBsHE0hAmzm2_6GwR0WjhSNFtno78/w509-h381/Skating.png" width="509" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyP9sXRMdvDyWsKB_6q37KkIArkpgbXavEa5kf8h37Yp90uzK5aHjEF-KaA3vnqnSiNdrEoVvXULEPORm1C3atP3GFkE6uNHT8Wv6OgNGX07nqbld5jmFJE-4wo0FqdQZvZRm-xSxOF8fU7ly4N-Gf_zckEYernh-CKdFqXt016-KsbvgKq4XOEFeTG2w/s641/carolinggroup2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="436" data-original-width="641" height="347" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyP9sXRMdvDyWsKB_6q37KkIArkpgbXavEa5kf8h37Yp90uzK5aHjEF-KaA3vnqnSiNdrEoVvXULEPORm1C3atP3GFkE6uNHT8Wv6OgNGX07nqbld5jmFJE-4wo0FqdQZvZRm-xSxOF8fU7ly4N-Gf_zckEYernh-CKdFqXt016-KsbvgKq4XOEFeTG2w/w509-h347/carolinggroup2.JPG" width="509" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNVBRsxp2wHTj92qEnhEalMK37-dD930CbzAq7rxo6K1gX3zCGmZlCPnSDr19PaOPw3UmthopddsCv8vxkXoWx6TFd0V-cB_pwSHnBlJaCP1Hr2NS-CJYw0THgpO-zMswOcgfEEihVQO-TySh6Erwzs4-Aqo84-40yPovxDUBmkMbpnJXy4yO_jZLzWQ/s640/christmas.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="473" data-original-width="640" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNVBRsxp2wHTj92qEnhEalMK37-dD930CbzAq7rxo6K1gX3zCGmZlCPnSDr19PaOPw3UmthopddsCv8vxkXoWx6TFd0V-cB_pwSHnBlJaCP1Hr2NS-CJYw0THgpO-zMswOcgfEEihVQO-TySh6Erwzs4-Aqo84-40yPovxDUBmkMbpnJXy4yO_jZLzWQ/w508-h377/christmas.png" width="508" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsw0EFGQ2IW1Bj6mcz8_i09QwAxWTM6R4TBBnV0zA8oegQPQwwvZgJoGDlJiVpRjeC5UFSK-u32zVzYJQgTb7zOdg5VtdlXEiJRAPLjMqU3ik0l4jNEX-vhRSr0nTTMkxTXrlijs8gED2MqZHd6Rw1kJuVivqUVI-6uR5e4-v5-N9t-Lh77peh1ICDQi0/s637/dwarfs.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="416" data-original-width="637" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsw0EFGQ2IW1Bj6mcz8_i09QwAxWTM6R4TBBnV0zA8oegQPQwwvZgJoGDlJiVpRjeC5UFSK-u32zVzYJQgTb7zOdg5VtdlXEiJRAPLjMqU3ik0l4jNEX-vhRSr0nTTMkxTXrlijs8gED2MqZHd6Rw1kJuVivqUVI-6uR5e4-v5-N9t-Lh77peh1ICDQi0/w507-h331/dwarfs.JPG" width="507" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijxShsbducVvFr27wFivyrJaRc2VHkbOPm0iWcahWgf4XiEXeakGFaVM3F5Zd-ncErtndgfqy04P4JnYczDFyYdjFB0UyxaRFXS15smvayD_tdYTdqzILPgx4SqN7T-62j0KNahW69IYbpYF9g69kqkwALmXndoNW35AqnPh3hTDr7SxaKyC9M4c3SJeg/s639/geese.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="442" data-original-width="639" height="347" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijxShsbducVvFr27wFivyrJaRc2VHkbOPm0iWcahWgf4XiEXeakGFaVM3F5Zd-ncErtndgfqy04P4JnYczDFyYdjFB0UyxaRFXS15smvayD_tdYTdqzILPgx4SqN7T-62j0KNahW69IYbpYF9g69kqkwALmXndoNW35AqnPh3hTDr7SxaKyC9M4c3SJeg/w503-h347/geese.JPG" width="503" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir1lJdyI1dD7GPlchqbDv5jiQmKELAhas8Ym-jsCArIPN7IhSCUC9Ob33pE4PotIaEFLVz8GR-Qy8_DBkvjkljTSkVExPitrFf88hD4wkB1U3Y9vSabp8GbItlXNUYwbLZasObArbidpzUDlssOde-o_cMfGoLDLSNUO-YF_yw-AF4EFvtWPG_uMsbm1I/s1280/tumblr_ngoz844p9P1rkah6go1_1280.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="862" data-original-width="1280" height="337" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir1lJdyI1dD7GPlchqbDv5jiQmKELAhas8Ym-jsCArIPN7IhSCUC9Ob33pE4PotIaEFLVz8GR-Qy8_DBkvjkljTSkVExPitrFf88hD4wkB1U3Y9vSabp8GbItlXNUYwbLZasObArbidpzUDlssOde-o_cMfGoLDLSNUO-YF_yw-AF4EFvtWPG_uMsbm1I/w499-h337/tumblr_ngoz844p9P1rkah6go1_1280.jpg" width="499" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLb9oIdbaPPAiNcVTlDDL90JFDJN5iFM9hwZsQZI-KJf5bn5dQqhTEULXnYeTEo_JdkJf_VE5DEx0vOcsDLBAyC3-WHQr7gRlFJal1PYgrN8INXejCsPQo5jtcvo5rc1OLRr7kB_V4DOrxxyPvCey12vAOFfLp2ml16BgFkeDs1C2q2j4nRbUkRZR82uw/s678/Christmas%20Party.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="678" data-original-width="470" height="717" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLb9oIdbaPPAiNcVTlDDL90JFDJN5iFM9hwZsQZI-KJf5bn5dQqhTEULXnYeTEo_JdkJf_VE5DEx0vOcsDLBAyC3-WHQr7gRlFJal1PYgrN8INXejCsPQo5jtcvo5rc1OLRr7kB_V4DOrxxyPvCey12vAOFfLp2ml16BgFkeDs1C2q2j4nRbUkRZR82uw/w497-h717/Christmas%20Party.png" width="497" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfS4fGz69zrFt2aC7Hq_yNLOa9KB2kc69aOKbS9hhxUPT_1UCFHCfTHelEt2atgQO6hFCL4c4a9m3SIbmpQvO9C_clvvbP5eYIK0UEKz11z7FkdwKxlLiUkSwcU5osr_DoCWVhac1o2prkeTa9U4uFdnZMLXtgHAU8wvFI4zN2JD-rCXQqGL-p1LBmpD4/s634/slideshow.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="441" data-original-width="634" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfS4fGz69zrFt2aC7Hq_yNLOa9KB2kc69aOKbS9hhxUPT_1UCFHCfTHelEt2atgQO6hFCL4c4a9m3SIbmpQvO9C_clvvbP5eYIK0UEKz11z7FkdwKxlLiUkSwcU5osr_DoCWVhac1o2prkeTa9U4uFdnZMLXtgHAU8wvFI4zN2JD-rCXQqGL-p1LBmpD4/w502-h350/slideshow.JPG" width="502" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">With sincere gratitude for taking the time for visiting </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">~</span>My little old world<span style="text-align: left;">~</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm wishing to every Friend and Reader a </div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;">Merry Christmas with lots of Love! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;">I hope You receive one Blessing after another this coming year.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;">See you soon</span><span> </span></span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">❤</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiXomdeK2hXehZlRQrlqBjIccJo2db5FpVMgthmhRgEm2O5K4iQtz_dhjSwwczm96O-8ncZv2k2J0ANYoNdBPgEI7tOs1_1rupF54McwCbPh9dRn4NjJfyqm6Qe22Djf5Fli1JMEu9yOnAR83euWwSMCaZ29wboFA8zSYlHPYLM4wc-gz1VhAuxcFXTho/s400/MyLittleOldWorld-victorian%20girl.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiXomdeK2hXehZlRQrlqBjIccJo2db5FpVMgthmhRgEm2O5K4iQtz_dhjSwwczm96O-8ncZv2k2J0ANYoNdBPgEI7tOs1_1rupF54McwCbPh9dRn4NjJfyqm6Qe22Djf5Fli1JMEu9yOnAR83euWwSMCaZ29wboFA8zSYlHPYLM4wc-gz1VhAuxcFXTho/s16000/MyLittleOldWorld-victorian%20girl.png" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVRak767iVI-_vncjdCpgr7Ky0fBScH7ToewG50fTZJ-nj0MliR6z0Ax9bba0z51YBeB_R1QhtMqYe9r9kWwU_pgMNN7_9g5kDMh18kDHw9CiFhxlj5jwGHS50qBEvMfjKyVXEedCIzcVL3J_iwqUavcq2JGTw8I9_NiXuj2z7wiO-8qFE6kxXR8xdPyU/s400/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVRak767iVI-_vncjdCpgr7Ky0fBScH7ToewG50fTZJ-nj0MliR6z0Ax9bba0z51YBeB_R1QhtMqYe9r9kWwU_pgMNN7_9g5kDMh18kDHw9CiFhxlj5jwGHS50qBEvMfjKyVXEedCIzcVL3J_iwqUavcq2JGTw8I9_NiXuj2z7wiO-8qFE6kxXR8xdPyU/s16000/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>LINKING WITH:</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com/2023/12/grand-christmas-awww-monday-inspiring.html?sc=1703493395246#c4180251144849619442"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/merry-christmas%f0%9f%8e%84-sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-93/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">This blog-post was featured by Laurie at the last</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/12850-2/#comment-5129">Sunday Sunshine Blog-Hop</a> of the year 2023!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I'm feeling so happy for your appreciation, dear friend, thank you!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7c6i8BpmoLTCZadD2QInX6xXQvTCGvNMTJVLcMxq2z81thCHFxiEbcoa53sPXx81pi1lTAyEOl-4kw2WB4bADyNjEhM4BNPzcZsb5VcwNh5GWpxpaJh5PmwRJMdlsIcr-oLhJcij9iWDdjTFxUHuB4Bnc7s5IUmPNLq_GnyvdCw6cw_GgLMc11071pz4/s338/img_6594.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="338" data-original-width="338" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7c6i8BpmoLTCZadD2QInX6xXQvTCGvNMTJVLcMxq2z81thCHFxiEbcoa53sPXx81pi1lTAyEOl-4kw2WB4bADyNjEhM4BNPzcZsb5VcwNh5GWpxpaJh5PmwRJMdlsIcr-oLhJcij9iWDdjTFxUHuB4Bnc7s5IUmPNLq_GnyvdCw6cw_GgLMc11071pz4/w200-h200/img_6594.jpg" width="200" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com/2023/12/grand-christmas-awww-monday-inspiring.html?sc=1703493395246#c4180251144849619442"><span style="font-family: georgia;">AWWW MONDAYS</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.stonecottageadventures.com/2023/12/tuesdays-with-twist-557.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/homestead-blog-hop-477/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HOMESTEAD BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/12/vintage-charm-party-419.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">VINTAGE CHARM PARTY</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-85918523916291260912023-08-29T17:06:00.009+02:002023-09-05T17:26:44.301+02:00PORTRAIT OF A LADY ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5qx3ZuDuBaufC7M__xodhAu1KAU0ddU8_QXFzNTjJqLDaQtM8gGv08HZHZSqUInCMkhcM6COk27OiW-3hAi5FbvtPqPjcteSUaOCb5L58nwvLwITpbNNoNqhc9AlwjAgc1VsHpY3b2h5KjxewYfFmzpT-CIYhvy11iwOHiBNh5Q_o6_Qap2Fhw2et/s541/My_little_old_world_Elizabeth_Barrett-Browning.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="541" data-original-width="529" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5qx3ZuDuBaufC7M__xodhAu1KAU0ddU8_QXFzNTjJqLDaQtM8gGv08HZHZSqUInCMkhcM6COk27OiW-3hAi5FbvtPqPjcteSUaOCb5L58nwvLwITpbNNoNqhc9AlwjAgc1VsHpY3b2h5KjxewYfFmzpT-CIYhvy11iwOHiBNh5Q_o6_Qap2Fhw2et/s16000/My_little_old_world_Elizabeth_Barrett-Browning.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Elizabeth Barrett Moulton-Barrett was born (it is supposed) on March 6, 1806, at Coxhoe Hall, between the villages of Coxhoe and Kelloe in County Durham, England, into a very wealthy family enriched by the sugar plantation trade in Jamaica. Her parents were Edward Barrett Moulton-Barrett and Mary Graham Clarke. She was the eldest of twelve children (eight boys and four girls), eleven of whom lived to adulthood; one daughter died aged three, when Elizabeth was eight. All the children had nicknames: Elizabeth's was "Ba"; she rode her pony, went on family walks and pic-nics, socialized with other families in the county, and attended home plays. But unlike her siblings, she immersed herself in books whenever she could, distancing herself from the social rituals of her family. She showed precocious intelligence and a great aptitude for study, particularly for Latin and Greek poets, for Shakespeare and Dante. Her love for letters led her, still a child, to a remarkable knowledge of classical languages and philosophy, especially metaphysics. She began writing poetry at the age of four. As was usual at the time in aristocratic families, Elizabeth received a private education together with her older brother: Daniel McSwiney was their teacher. As an autodidact, she also successfully devoted herself to the study of Hebrew to deepen her knowledge of the Bible: in fact, from a very young age, she was animated also by a deep and attentive faith.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">In 1809 the family moved to <i>Hope End</i>, a 500-acre (200 ha) estate near the Malvern Hills in Ledbury, Herefordshire. Her father converted the Georgian house into stables and built a new villa of opulent Turkish design, which her wife described as something out of the Arabian Nights shows.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Around this time, Elizabeth began battling a disease that the medical science of the time was unable to diagnose. Today we know that hers was a hypokalemic periodic paralysis: it is a myopathic disorder that involves the presence of occasional episodes of muscle weakness due to an excessive consumption of potassium during the critical phases, obviously due to a dysfunction. All three sisters suffered from this syndrome, although it persisted over time only for her. Elizabeth complained of intense pain in the head and spine accompanied by loss of mobility. Sent to inpatient care at Gloucester Baths, she was treated – in the absence of symptoms to support another diagnosis – for a spinal problem.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">To dull the pain she began taking opiates, laudanum and the then commonly prescribed morphine and, thus, she would become addicted to these substances for much of her adulthood; the use of these substances from an early age may have contributed to her fragile health.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Elizabeth's mother died in 1828. Sarah Graham-Clarke, her aunt, sister of her lost mother, assisted her in caring for her younger siblings, but she often clashed with her strong will. Three years later, in 1831, her paternal grandmother, Elizabeth Moulton, died. Following the lawsuits and the abolition of slavery, Mr Barrett suffered great financial and investment losses which forced him to sell <i>Hope End</i>. Although the family never found itself in poverty, the place was seized and put up for sale to satisfy the creditors. Always secretive in his financial dealings, he kept quiet about his economical situation and the family was obsessed with the idea that they might move to Jamaica.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Between 1833 and 1835 she lived with her family at <i>Belle Vue</i> in Sidmouth. The place has now been remodeled and renamed <i>Cedar Shade</i>. In 1838, some years after the sale of <i>Hope End</i>, the family settled at 50 Wimpole Street. During 1837-38 the poetess was again struck by an illness, with symptoms which today suggest a tuberculous ulceration of the lungs. In the same year, at the insistence of her doctor, she moved from London to Torquay on the Devonshire coast. Her former home is now part of the Regina Hotel. In February 1840, her brother Samuel died of fever in Jamaica. Then her favorite brother Edward ("Bro") drowned in a sailing accident off Torquay in July. This had a serious effect on her already fragile health: she felt guilty because her father had disapproved of Edward's trip to Torquay and she had not spoken out. The family moved back to Wimpole Street in 1841 and stayed in Torquay during the Summer.</span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhokEyW7KrWwFB1XKflxOvStP2uw4H250p7R54I-vMKGLEd6socQ0y8fpua0OfMyNIJ9OxYA--6LU-yHlON8sMuZFmtbIZEB8xjUktJoy1ZDobQJMc5VANtQGUKREs5LlnlqUKiGk5bsCr6DHC50oHwgVeDQsF83YlcnVGvmpMbyBmZAwnesh1vkOL2/s620/E.Barret%20Browning.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="372" data-original-width="620" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhokEyW7KrWwFB1XKflxOvStP2uw4H250p7R54I-vMKGLEd6socQ0y8fpua0OfMyNIJ9OxYA--6LU-yHlON8sMuZFmtbIZEB8xjUktJoy1ZDobQJMc5VANtQGUKREs5LlnlqUKiGk5bsCr6DHC50oHwgVeDQsF83YlcnVGvmpMbyBmZAwnesh1vkOL2/w528-h317/E.Barret%20Browning.png" width="528" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><div><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Ill health was a good business in 19th-century Torquay, where sick people were sent to doctors to enjoy the sun, sea and ocean air. The 34-year-old poetess was among the many immigrants who settled in her picturesque bay. Here she shared a familiar environment living with an aunt, sister and brother, all of whom spent the energies of their lives in this frustrating and limited existence.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">In Wimpole Street, Elizabeth spent most of her time in her upstairs room. Her health began to improve, even though she saw few people other than her immediate family. One of these was John Kenyon, a wealthy friend and distant cousin of the family and patron of the arts. She was comforted by a spaniel named Flush, a gift from her friend Mary Mitford. (Virginia Woolf later fictionalized the dog's life, making him the protagonist of her 1933 novel <b><i>Flush: A Biography</i></b>).</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Between 1841 and 1844 Elisabeth was prolific in poetry, translation and prose. Since she was not burdened with the domestic duties expected of her sisters, she could devote herself entirely to the intellectual life, cultivating an enormous correspondence and reading widely.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Her 1844 volume Poems made her one of the most popular women writers in the country and inspired Robert Browning to write to her. </span></div><div><span><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLRR-5cw7m4bN8i912GKqa2L7rC--ow6FKtoirKvtbd-S96kGRu4Tyegy9CyeHkJMTqx4piGnNhqhelrEBS05TyJlQVl_cpPxVX-udQAXd2e-uqDG1K3VpQJ8Ce0BozJDUIiQ2vYL3eVGClOUGX5KHo1gnxhI7gLQoqlU-g1fuuuijIf5dfrSU6S_/s802/Robert-Browning-English-Poet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="802" data-original-width="598" height="681" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLRR-5cw7m4bN8i912GKqa2L7rC--ow6FKtoirKvtbd-S96kGRu4Tyegy9CyeHkJMTqx4piGnNhqhelrEBS05TyJlQVl_cpPxVX-udQAXd2e-uqDG1K3VpQJ8Ce0BozJDUIiQ2vYL3eVGClOUGX5KHo1gnxhI7gLQoqlU-g1fuuuijIf5dfrSU6S_/w507-h681/Robert-Browning-English-Poet.jpg" width="507" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">He wrote to her:</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">"I love your verses with all my heart, dear Miss Barrett", praising their "fresh and strange music, opulent language, exquisite pathos and truly brave new thinking".</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Kenyon arranged for Browning to meet Elizabeth on May 20, 1845, in her chambers, and thus began one of the most famous courtships in literature. Elizabeth had already produced a great deal of work, but Browning had a great influence on her later writings, although it was, of course, reciprocal: two of Barrett's most famous works were written after her meeting with Browning,<b><i> Sonnets from the Portuguese</i></b> and <b><i>Aurora Leigh</i></b>. Robert Browning's <b><i>Men and Women</i></b> was also born at that time. Some critics argue that her activity was, in a sense, in decline before meeting Browning: until the beginning of her relationship with him, in 1845, Elizabeth's willingness to engage in public discourse on social and on aesthetic matters in poetry, which had been so marked in her youth, was gradually declining, concurrent with her physical health. Intellectually and physically she was becoming a shadow of her former self.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Robert Browning's engagement and marriage to Elizabeth was secret, as she knew her father would disapprove of it all. After a private wedding at the parish church of St Marylebone, they went on honeymoon to Paris before moving, in September 1846, to Italy, which became their home almost continuously. Her faithful maid, Elizabeth Wilson, witnessed the wedding and accompanied the couple to Italy.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">As soon as he heard of the marriage, Mr Barrett disinherited Elizabeth, as he did with each of his sons who got married: she had foreseen her father's anger, but had not foreseen that her brothers would agree with him. Since Elizabeth had her own money, the couple got on quite well in Italy. The Brownings went to live in Florence, in what they called <i>Casa Guidi</i>, they were well respected and even famous. Elizabeth's health improved and in 1849, at the age of 43, between four miscarriages, she gave birth to a son, Robert Wiedeman Barrett Browning, whom they named "Pen".</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4SErln-bCFmr_7u0CIcx59a9Z1NLchGocA1ide1Z7hOXBIoDRjKrZy9BCKNXHBJ6-yGknZEHVzV1BYPTEsSGj62Vt3dwvfGJxq8il6xWjAKJ-9yoHCzZjffCasDZHzjBNE4QYv1AEO32iGZVleQfTOY7BAEZT5WbB8xwrcGFOUdrevXBNoh90ltnR/s585/Robert-Wiedemann-Barrett-Browning-Elizabeth-Barrett-Browning%20by%20Fratelli%20D'Alessandri,19%20June%201860-%C2%A9%20National%20Portrait%20Gallery,%20London,%20NPG%20P1094.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="585" data-original-width="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4SErln-bCFmr_7u0CIcx59a9Z1NLchGocA1ide1Z7hOXBIoDRjKrZy9BCKNXHBJ6-yGknZEHVzV1BYPTEsSGj62Vt3dwvfGJxq8il6xWjAKJ-9yoHCzZjffCasDZHzjBNE4QYv1AEO32iGZVleQfTOY7BAEZT5WbB8xwrcGFOUdrevXBNoh90ltnR/s16000/Robert-Wiedemann-Barrett-Browning-Elizabeth-Barrett-Browning%20by%20Fratelli%20D'Alessandri,19%20June%201860-%C2%A9%20National%20Portrait%20Gallery,%20London,%20NPG%20P1094.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">The couple became acquainted with a wide circle of artists and writers including William Makepeace Thackeray, the sculptors Harriet Hosmer and Harriet Beecher Stowe, Margaret Fuller Carlyle and the long-admired French novelist Amantine Aurore Lucile Dupin known under the pseudonym George Sand. Elizabeth also had among her close friends in Florence the writer Isa Blagden. They met Alfred Tennyson in Paris and John Forster, Samuel Rogers and the Carlyles in London, and befriended Charles Kingsley and John Ruskin.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">After the death of an old friend, G. B. Hunter, and later of her father, Elizabeth's health began to fail. The Brownings moved from Florence to Siena, residing at the <i>Villa Alberti</i>. Absorbed in Italian politics, she published a small volume of political poems entitled <b><i>Poems before the Congress</i></b> (1860) most of which were written to express her sympathy for the Italian cause after the riots broke out in 1859. They caused a stir in England and the conservative magazines <i><b>Blackwood's</b></i> and <i><b>Saturday Review</b> </i>labeled her a "fanatic". This book was dedicated to her husband. Elizabeth's sister Henrietta died in November 1860. The couple spent the Winter of 1860-61 in Rome where the poet's health deteriorated further and they returned to Florence in early June 1861. She grew increasingly weak, increasing doses of morphine for pain relief. She died on June 29, 1861 in her husband's arms. Browning said that she breathed her last "smiling, happy and with a face like a girl's ... Her last word to her was ... 'Beautiful'". She was buried in the English Protestant Cemetery in Florence. That day the shops in the area around <i>Casa Guidi</i> were closed, while Elizabeth was mourned with unusual demonstrations.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">She had lived with a chronic illness, intermittently self-isolating, for much of her adult life. The emergency that made her rush to Torquay had been a coughing up blood. Unlike John Keats, however, it appears that she did not have tuberculosis, but that hers was asthmatic bronchitis which, without modern clinical treatment, eventually led to the pneumonia which took her life at 55. For this brilliant woman, who at six was writing French poetry and drama at ten, and whose first book was published at fourteen, "her chains of her prison" had become intolerable.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><div><br /></div></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">Our time is over, today, alas!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">Thanking you from the bottom of my heart,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">I'm sending my dearest embrace to you all, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">with neverending gratitude.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">See you soon</span><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;"> <span style="text-align: left;">❤</span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeop8BaeJQAyb9k_MFsVosJaNYYio7qQUmghkRWwukGbd4OCAjoDOocjD4J5LNS9boZpDg-lIcLiJJicDM07nfdKYE9Z1ISVRgTAXystkP45-M00sVs1nOn08uW6kdtVBAQIsfQ7CNo8C8uV_cvOq_3tHxGw0_VDBbAjA3qqRyrhXDV5AhPZE4NL-Bupk/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeop8BaeJQAyb9k_MFsVosJaNYYio7qQUmghkRWwukGbd4OCAjoDOocjD4J5LNS9boZpDg-lIcLiJJicDM07nfdKYE9Z1ISVRgTAXystkP45-M00sVs1nOn08uW6kdtVBAQIsfQ7CNo8C8uV_cvOq_3tHxGw0_VDBbAjA3qqRyrhXDV5AhPZE4NL-Bupk/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgICOgK3gbHjAevRsjaobGCpi5Dg4feY2SqI-eX11T_pmyoqRYF_yy3XFqBg9_b8eENrSj8M3ZN2BfLvjqBZXAYK7qsZUQyudhuR8SApx71QBJ2e9lrWsLafb7N741Ysg7uBLa2Y3CTg6xrNnI7-_zO7jpWgywOfxUmKqQ6Q3goWRenIPiWtPbWFPaSD_A/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgICOgK3gbHjAevRsjaobGCpi5Dg4feY2SqI-eX11T_pmyoqRYF_yy3XFqBg9_b8eENrSj8M3ZN2BfLvjqBZXAYK7qsZUQyudhuR8SApx71QBJ2e9lrWsLafb7N741Ysg7uBLa2Y3CTg6xrNnI7-_zO7jpWgywOfxUmKqQ6Q3goWRenIPiWtPbWFPaSD_A/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i style="font-family: georgia; font-size: xx-large;">~ </i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>RITRATTO DI SIGNORA ~ </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: georgia; font-size: xx-large;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Elizabeth Barrett Browning</span></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"> IMMAGINE DI COPERTINA </div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;">ELISABETH BARRETT MOULTON RITRATTA IN GIOVANE ETA'</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><div>Elizabeth Barrett Moulton-Barrett nacque (si suppone) il 6 marzo 1806, a Coxhoe Hall, tra i villaggi di Coxhoe e Kelloe nella contea di Durham, in Inghilterra, da una famiglia molto benestante arricchita grazie al commercio delle piantagioni di zucchero in Giamaica. I suoi genitori erano Edward Barrett Moulton-Barrett e Mary Graham Clarke. Ella era la maggiore di dodici figli (otto maschi e quattro femmine), undici dei quali vissero fino all'età adulta; una figlia morì all'età di tre anni, quando Elizabeth ne aveva otto. I bambini avevano tutti dei soprannomi, quello di Elizabeth era "Ba"; cavalcava il suo pony, faceva passeggiate e pic-nic in famiglia, socializzava con altre famiglie della contea e partecipava a <i>pièce</i> teatrali casalinghe. Ma a differenza dei suoi fratelli, si immergeva nei libri tutte le volte che poteva, allontanandosi dai rituali sociali della sua famiglia. Mostrò un'intelligenza precoce e una grande attitudine allo studio, in particolare per i poeti latini e greci, per Shakespeare e Dante. Il suo amore per le lettere la condusse, ancora bambina, ad una notevole conoscenza delle lingue classiche e della filosofia, soprattutto della metafisica. Iniziò a scrivere versi all'età di quattro anni. Come era usuale allora presso le famiglie aristocratiche, Elizabeth ricevette un'istruzione privata insieme con il fratello maggiore: Daniel Mc Swiney fu il loro insegnante. Da autodidatta, si dedicò con successo anche allo studio dell'ebraico per approfondire la conoscenza della Bibbia: fin da giovanissima, infatti, fu animata anche da una fede profonda e attenta.</div><div>Nel 1809 la famiglia si trasferì a <i>Hope End</i>, una tenuta di 500 acri (200 ettari) vicino alle colline di Malvern a Ledbury, nell'Herefordshire. Suo padre trasformò la casa georgiana in stalle e costruì una nuova villa dall'opulento <i>design</i> turco, che sua moglie descrisse come qualcosa proveniente dagli spettacoli delle "Mille e Una Notte".</div><div>Più o meno in questo periodo, Elizabeth iniziò a combattere una malattia che la scienza medica dell'epoca non era in grado di diagnosticare. Oggi sappiamo che la sua era una paralisi periodica ipokaliemica: si tratta di un disturbo miopatico che prevede la presenza di episodi occasionali di debolezza muscolare dovuti ad un eccessivo consumo di potassio durante le fasi critiche, ovviamente dovuta ad una disfunzione. Tutte e tre le sorelle soffrirono di questa sindrome, anche se perdurò nel tempo solo per lei. Elizabeth lamentava un intenso dolore alla testa e alla colonna vertebrale accompagnato dalla perdita della mobilità. Mandata in un ricovero alle terme di Gloucester, fu curata – in assenza di sintomi che avessero supportato un'altra diagnosi – per un problema alla colonna vertebrale.</div><div>Per attenuare il dolore iniziò ad assumere oppiacei, laudano e morfina, allora comunemente prescritta e, quindi, sarebbe diventata dipendente da queste sostanze per gran parte della sua età adulta; l'uso fin dalla tenera età potrebbe aver contribuito a render fragile la sua salute.</div><div>La madre di Elizabeth morì nel 1828. Sarah Graham-Clarke, la zia sorella della mamma scomparsa, le fu aiuto nel prendersi cura dei fratelli minori, ma spesso si scontrò con la sua forte volontà. Tre anni dopo, nel 1831, le venne a mancare la nonna paterna, Elizabeth Moulton. In seguito alle cause legali e all'abolizione della schiavitù, Mr Barrett subì grandi perdite finanziarie e di investimenti che lo costrinsero a vendere <i>Hope End</i>. Sebbene la famiglia non si sia mai ritrovata in povertà, il luogo fu sequestrato e messo in vendita per soddisfare i creditori. Sempre segreto nei suoi rapporti finanziari, non parlava della sua situazione economica e la famiglia era ossessionata dall'idea che avrebbero potuto trasferirsi in Giamaica.</div><div>Tra il 1833 e il 1835 visse con la sua famiglia a <i>Belle Vue</i> a Sidmouth. Il luogo è stato ora ristrutturato e ribattezzato <i>Cedar Shade</i>. Nel 1838, alcuni anni dopo la vendita di <i>Hope End</i>, la famiglia si stabilì al 50 di Wimpole Street.</div><div>Durante il 1837-38 la poetessa fu nuovamente colpita da una malattia, con sintomi che oggi suggeriscono un'ulcerazione tubercolare dei polmoni. Nello stesso anno, su insistenza del suo medico, si trasferì da Londra a Torquay, sulla costa del Devonshire. La sua ex casa ora fa parte del Regina Hotel. Nel febbraio 1840, suo fratello Samuel morì di febbre in Giamaica. Poi il suo fratello prediletto, Edward ("Bro"), annegò in un incidente di vela a Torquay a luglio. Ciò ebbe un grave effetto sulla sua già fragile salute: si sentiva in colpa perché suo padre aveva disapprovato il viaggio di Edward a Torquay ed ella non si era pronunciata. La famiglia tornò a Wimpole Street nel 1841 e, durante l'estate, soggiornava a Torquay.</div></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">IMMAGINE 2</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">ELISABETH RITRATTA DA DONNA</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">La cattiva salute era un buon affare per la Torquay del XIX secolo, dove i malati venivano mandati dai medici a godersi il sole, il mare e l'aria dell'oceano. La 34enne poetessa era tra i tanti immigrati che si stabilivano nel suo pittoresco golfo. Qui condivise un ambiente familiare vivendo con una zia, una sorella e un fratello, i quali tutti spesero le energie delle loro vite in questa esistenza frustrante e limitata.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">A Wimpole Street, Elizabeth trascorreva la maggior parte del tempo nella sua stanza al piano di sopra. La sua salute cominciò a migliorare, anche se vedeva poche persone oltre ai suoi parenti stretti. Uno di questi era John Kenyon, un ricco amico e lontano cugino della famiglia nonché mecenate. Ella riceveva conforto da uno spaniel di nome Flush, un dono dell'amica Mary Mitford. (Virginia Woolf in seguito ha romanzato la vita del cane, rendendolo il protagonista del suo romanzo <b><i>Flush: A Biography</i></b> del 1933).</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Tra il 1841 e il 1844 Elisabeth fu prolifica nella poesia, nella traduzione e nella prosa. Poiché non era gravata dai doveri domestici previsti per le sorelle, ella poteva dedicarsi interamente alla vita intellettuale, coltivando un'enorme corrispondenza e leggendo ampiamente.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Il suo volume <i><b>Poems</b></i> del 1844 la rese una delle scrittrici più popolari del paese e ispirò Robert Browning a scriverle.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">IMMAGINE 3</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">ROBERT BROWNING </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Egli le scrisse:</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">"Amo i suoi versi con tutto il cuore, cara signorina Barrett", lodando la loro "musica fresca e strana, il linguaggio opulento, il pathos squisito e il vero nuovo pensiero coraggioso".</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Kenyon fece in modo che Browning incontrasse Elizabeth il 20 maggio 1845, nelle sue stanze, e così iniziò uno dei corteggiamenti più famosi della letteratura. Elizabeth aveva già prodotto una grande quantità di opere, ma Browning ebbe una grande influenza sui suoi scritti successivi, sebbene la cosa fu, ovviamente, reciproca: due dei pezzi più famosi della Barrett furono scritti dopo il suo incontro con Browning,<i> <b>Sonetti dal portoghese</b></i> e <i><b>Aurora Leigh</b></i>. Anche <b><i>Uomini e Donne</i> </b>di Robert Browning nacque in quel periodo. Alcuni critici affermano che la sua attività fosse, in un certo senso, in declino prima dell'incontro con Browning: fino all'inizio della sua relazione con lui, nel 1845, la volontà di Elizabeth di impegnarsi in un discorso pubblico su questioni sociali e su questioni estetiche nella poesia, che era stata così marcata nella sua giovinezza, gradualmente stava diminuendo, in concomitanza con la sua salute fisica. Intellettualmente e fisicamente stava diventando l'ombra di se stessa.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Il fidanzamento e il matrimonio tra Robert Browning ed Elizabeth furono celebrati in segreto, poiché lei sapeva che suo padre avrebbe disapprovato. Dopo uno sposalizio privato presso la chiesa parrocchiale di St Marylebone, andarono in luna di miele a Parigi prima di trasferirsi, nel settembre 1846, in Italia, che divenne la loro patria quasi ininterrottamente. La sua fedele cameriera, Elizabeth Wilson, fu testimone del matrimonio e accompagnò la coppia in Italia.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Non appena seppe del matrimonio, Mr Barrett diseredò Elizabeth, come fece con ciascuno dei suoi figli che si sposarono: ella aveva previsto la rabbia di suo padre, ma non aveva previsto che i suoi fratelli sarebbero stati d'accordo con lui. Dato che Elizabeth disponeva di denaro proprio, la coppia si trovò abbastanza bene in Italia. I Brownings andarono a vivere a Firenze, in quella che chiamarono <i>Casa Guidi, </i>erano molto rispettati e persino famosi. La salute di Elizabeth ebbe a rinforzarsi e, nel 1849, all'età di 43 anni, tra quattro aborti, diede alla luce un figlio, Robert Wiedeman Barrett Browning, che chiamarono "Pen".</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;">IMMAGINE 4</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;">ELISABETH RITRATTA CON IL SUO PEN</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">La coppia conobbe una vasta cerchia di artisti e scrittori tra cui William Makepeace Thackeray, gli scultori Harriet Hosmer e Harriet Beecher Stowe, Margaret Fuller Carlyle e la scrittrice di romanzi francese Amantine Aurore Lucile Dupin conosciuta con lo pseudonimo di George Sand, ammirata da tempo. Elizabeth ebbe tra i suoi amici intimi a Firenze anche la scrittrice Isa Blagden. Incontrarono Alfred Tennyson a Parigi e John Forster, Samuel Rogers e i Carlyle a Londra, e fecero amicizia con Charles Kingsley e John Ruskin.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Dopo la morte di un vecchio amico, G. B. Hunter, e poi di suo padre, la salute di Elizabeth iniziò a peggiorare. I Brownings si trasferirono da Firenze a Siena, risiedendo a <i>Villa Alberti</i>. Assorbita dalla politica italiana, pubblicò un piccolo volume di poesie politiche intitolato <i><b>Poesie prima del Congresso</b></i> (1860) la maggior parte delle quali furono scritte per esprimere la sua simpatia per la causa italiana dopo lo scoppio dei tumulti del 1859. Esse causarono scalpore in Inghilterra e le riviste conservatrici <i><b>Blackwood's</b></i> e <b><i>Saturday Review</i></b> la etichettarono come "fanatica". Questo libro era dedicato al marito. La sorella di Elizabeth, Henrietta, morì nel novembre 1860. La coppia trascorse l'inverno del 1860-61 a Roma dove la salute della poetessa peggiorò ulteriormente e tornarono a Firenze all'inizio di giugno del 1861. Ella divenne sempre più debole, aumentando le dosi di morfina per alleviare il dolore. Morì il 29 giugno 1861 tra le braccia del marito. Browning disse che ha esalato l'ultimo respiro "sorridente, felice e con un viso come quello di una ragazza... La sua ultima parola è stata... 'Bello'". Fu sepolta nel Cimitero Protestante degli Inglesi di Firenze. Quel giorno i negozi della zona attorno a <i>Casa Guidi</i> furono chiusi, mentre Elizabeth fu pianta con insolite manifestazioni.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Ella aveva vissuto con una malattia cronica, autoisolandosi a intermittenza, per gran parte della sua vita da adulta. L'emergenza che la fece correre a Torquay era stata la tosse con espettorazione di sangue. A differenza di John Keats, però, sembra che non avesse la tubercolosi, ma che la sua fosse bronchite asmatica che, senza moderne cure cliniche, finì per condurla alla polmonite che la strappò alla vita a 55 anni. Per questa donna brillante, che a 6 anni scriveva poesie e drammi francesi a 10 anni, e il cui primo libro fu pubblicato a 14, “le catene della sua prigione” erano diventate intollerabili.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">Il nostro tempo, oggi, si è così concluso!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">RingraziandoVi dal profondo del cuore,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">Vi mando il mio più caro abbraccio,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">con infinita gratitudine.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">A presto ❤</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfmFy0xn6wzXdBO69vfrujzWV-aLaz3XDM8l6mcbRtC72pQDQjTPerU8bUIJSylFPtpt1uKAa7mSmmLd_DpA7fGnt4VkolwricIWTkMHcN-Tbi9RIaAeikazVaXHmC5Bf5q4RlmCIv3dphrXCAdxbD2tk37aTPcw24zarXaXw_RScwNuB9jyoztc2kfrI/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfmFy0xn6wzXdBO69vfrujzWV-aLaz3XDM8l6mcbRtC72pQDQjTPerU8bUIJSylFPtpt1uKAa7mSmmLd_DpA7fGnt4VkolwricIWTkMHcN-Tbi9RIaAeikazVaXHmC5Bf5q4RlmCIv3dphrXCAdxbD2tk37aTPcw24zarXaXw_RScwNuB9jyoztc2kfrI/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1KKkuXB0nyWjan_lmtKZX7DVkX-q_Gp8Lc-sNPSed_oOjHQ-v4iWzQgTLMJmPuqmeal_f9a1jmgLcGuuDg-iK5HZvKnmdeAo4IAh4nHehOT4GF_rjtoo33FjAR_O2wSUVVKLd2zTih1kW86ustsy3yXpUgxyv-wuKHwTOCCVuM-sqIAccy1KsbkwWTrQ/s281/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="254" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1KKkuXB0nyWjan_lmtKZX7DVkX-q_Gp8Lc-sNPSed_oOjHQ-v4iWzQgTLMJmPuqmeal_f9a1jmgLcGuuDg-iK5HZvKnmdeAo4IAh4nHehOT4GF_rjtoo33FjAR_O2wSUVVKLd2zTih1kW86ustsy3yXpUgxyv-wuKHwTOCCVuM-sqIAccy1KsbkwWTrQ/s1600/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" width="254" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">LINKING WITH:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/2023/09/anything-goes-pink-saturday-september-2-2023.html#comment-6a00e550d89fd9883402c1a6d2eb7b200b">PINK SATURDAY</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-77/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://comedy-plus.com/awww-mondays-310/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">AWWW MONDAYS</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2023/09/tuesdays-with-twist-blog-hop-541.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</span></a></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-88300612952377909692023-08-07T09:24:00.018+02:002023-08-16T17:01:09.027+02:00 HOW TO COOK THE VICTORIAN WAY ~ Let's prepare some lemon cheesecakes without cheese<div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaobM-jbpQFJE5hwgpG22cF806MNNPpE_w5qTeTGhI7kYQOjqN8E3LGS-7wRbQ3afsu4VS4emKkMUwTDUrio0BlgKo9cUcnbVBxaTQQCDN5CJGoJCzGomoh_m2V9x_7fA1xa6oAfTbYYhHEJMQWgryhBfGWE6TqFBXILC_x0gYxJTNpvaTl5fY6XSBY9Q/s3298/How%20to%20cook%20the%20Victorian%20way%20with%20Mrs%20Crocombe_My%20little%20old%20world.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3298" data-original-width="2708" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaobM-jbpQFJE5hwgpG22cF806MNNPpE_w5qTeTGhI7kYQOjqN8E3LGS-7wRbQ3afsu4VS4emKkMUwTDUrio0BlgKo9cUcnbVBxaTQQCDN5CJGoJCzGomoh_m2V9x_7fA1xa6oAfTbYYhHEJMQWgryhBfGWE6TqFBXILC_x0gYxJTNpvaTl5fY6XSBY9Q/w526-h640/How%20to%20cook%20the%20Victorian%20way%20with%20Mrs%20Crocombe_My%20little%20old%20world.jpg" width="526" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">They're a few years I've discovered this cook book and I'm using it with unmeasurable delight. You may think it to be just a book of Victorian recipes, but first of all this book tells a story, a very beautiful story: that of Mrs Crocombe's life and passion.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">Actually she's the main character of this book which is a true masterpiece to me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">§</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">It sounds like a tribute <b>Mrs Avis Crocombe</b>'s great-great-nephew wanted to devote to this relative of his, to Victorian history and Victorian cookery.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">Avis Crocombe was head cook to Lord and Lady Braybooke at <b>Audley End House</b> in the 1880's. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxUSKDqMGJs_hGpK6JapL7_SP2ux3JMsl9K5y2mUkL4YSlBokiTteJ0TTKM_G6Jhpt2A8usLrvWhPtpvX5TYeFgcj5ppq1OJeTU75IiB7cUjvTHzOXYS0mcKx63AsEJYWp9hAkz_KwRLFt-Maa4q0a-YHLYyUj-5lNV836CwDvgN-ZmMYksLAImLDn96o/s3721/How%20to%20cook%20the%20Victorian%20way%20with%20Mrs%20Crocombe_My%20little%20old%20world%201.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3721" data-original-width="2791" height="602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxUSKDqMGJs_hGpK6JapL7_SP2ux3JMsl9K5y2mUkL4YSlBokiTteJ0TTKM_G6Jhpt2A8usLrvWhPtpvX5TYeFgcj5ppq1OJeTU75IiB7cUjvTHzOXYS0mcKx63AsEJYWp9hAkz_KwRLFt-Maa4q0a-YHLYyUj-5lNV836CwDvgN-ZmMYksLAImLDn96o/w451-h602/How%20to%20cook%20the%20Victorian%20way%20with%20Mrs%20Crocombe_My%20little%20old%20world%201.jpg" width="451" /></a></div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Built in the XVIIth century in the then fashionable Renaissance Architectural Style, Audley End House is known as the greatest Jacobean period mansion in England. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Located in the county of Essex it boasts a very fascinating park and gardens which bare the signature of </span><b style="font-family: Vollkorn;">Capability Brown</b><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">, we already had the chance to know in a few posts of ours about the history of gardening. But I'd love to deal with this so important Summer estate in another post of </span><i style="font-family: Vollkorn;">~ My little old world ~</i><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"> and to let it to be its exclusive topic... There's so much to tell to you about it!</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">So, let's come back to our lady.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">She treasuread a note-book of recipes which she began to write when she still was a cook-housekeeper in <b>Langley Park</b> in Norfolk. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP20x7kyoRxXwTu1nlq0yTc9Ih_PFmIMx32SEjQuOQW023wVXCqTXPYrbVY3G0xbg2GoK9j_b-9Ra1hT79Rw-lHLBtYrSjOZBPIl6DdqncLjL5d0N2NBqasbxHz03hAwolKXLlOWxVnmZvrRpiuOhDR5SGB-4JQTY5gYS3WlxJs79zDW4m3i38xgCD3kc/s2888/How%20to%20cook%20the%20Victorian%20way%20with%20Mrs%20Crocombe_My%20little%20old%20world%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1669" data-original-width="2888" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP20x7kyoRxXwTu1nlq0yTc9Ih_PFmIMx32SEjQuOQW023wVXCqTXPYrbVY3G0xbg2GoK9j_b-9Ra1hT79Rw-lHLBtYrSjOZBPIl6DdqncLjL5d0N2NBqasbxHz03hAwolKXLlOWxVnmZvrRpiuOhDR5SGB-4JQTY5gYS3WlxJs79zDW4m3i38xgCD3kc/w536-h310/How%20to%20cook%20the%20Victorian%20way%20with%20Mrs%20Crocombe_My%20little%20old%20world%202.jpg" width="536" /></a></div></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">In 1884 she married Benjamin Stride, who worked as a butler, and then left her work at Audley End to become a housing-lodge keeper in Maryleborne in London. Of course, she took her book of recipes with her. She died in 1927.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">This book has the merit to bring her back to life, indeed, not only her but the whole world and time she lived in, together with the people she worked for. It contains a very detailed accounts of her life and her work and wonderful photographs of the rooms where she worked and lived while staying at Audley End which we can see with their original accessories and fornitures.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">To let us fully enjoy this so exciting journey back in time there's Kathy Hipperson who plays Mrs Avis Crocombe in its pages and also at Audley End during live events at the House.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif49fuMXYIPSo8nk2bKBY5RzEmxdWpTXpfLfNswmCx0exz_eHqwvRfFLnD_hnaS6V4G2kHhKmjiKJYCrJAqvgA11l6c-cQkX-r-ZoKAUREPnIvf3_qpGbwMVvHMo64TOAJ6uo_nb9967uuYtP82-GKnocVKFnD7ls-hDu8-vwd-kJ8M6Acpihfd1EscEI/s4000/How%20to%20cook%20the%20Victorian%20way%20with%20Mrs%20Crocombe_My%20little%20old%20world%203.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="605" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif49fuMXYIPSo8nk2bKBY5RzEmxdWpTXpfLfNswmCx0exz_eHqwvRfFLnD_hnaS6V4G2kHhKmjiKJYCrJAqvgA11l6c-cQkX-r-ZoKAUREPnIvf3_qpGbwMVvHMo64TOAJ6uo_nb9967uuYtP82-GKnocVKFnD7ls-hDu8-vwd-kJ8M6Acpihfd1EscEI/w454-h605/How%20to%20cook%20the%20Victorian%20way%20with%20Mrs%20Crocombe_My%20little%20old%20world%203.jpg" width="454" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">And thanks to the food historian Annie Gray, specialising in the years between 1650 and 1950, we can still have a look at all Mrs Crocombe's recipes drawn from her original manuscript and give them a try, as well!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">I want to suggest you this one which I tried more than once: it's easy to do, tasty and it presents itself so well.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">SERVES 6:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">3 egg yolks plus 2 egg whites</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">1 cup caster sugar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">1/4 cup softened butter</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">finely grated zest and juice of 2 small lemons</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">1 tbs clear honey</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">12 ratafia or 'amaretti' biscuits or amount to taste</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKH7oTQEVndjLISv8Cmzot1YqqB3oCmwPTJhaS4IaHnoQ9Ax7m3TXSmL1gueklh-XWoVE8GQgM0m21r3HLk8PAONhzLhfhIgZJwRoSiyCrrl-y1lA1h5G6dTkX-eRuyNRim_yY6iCfdY6-7tr7vF2r_JuWAMbOSGuBq4a9cXCpPjpXxforPE2vnuwCZlY/s1957/Lemon%20cheese%20cakes_How%20to%20cook%20the%20Victorian%20way%20with%20Mrs%20Crocombe%20_%20My%20little%20old%20world%20%20%20%20(1)%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="974" data-original-width="1957" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKH7oTQEVndjLISv8Cmzot1YqqB3oCmwPTJhaS4IaHnoQ9Ax7m3TXSmL1gueklh-XWoVE8GQgM0m21r3HLk8PAONhzLhfhIgZJwRoSiyCrrl-y1lA1h5G6dTkX-eRuyNRim_yY6iCfdY6-7tr7vF2r_JuWAMbOSGuBq4a9cXCpPjpXxforPE2vnuwCZlY/w534-h266/Lemon%20cheese%20cakes_How%20to%20cook%20the%20Victorian%20way%20with%20Mrs%20Crocombe%20_%20My%20little%20old%20world%20%20%20%20(1)%20copy.jpg" width="534" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;">Mrs Crocombe would have used a copper bowl to whisk her eggs. </span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxrKpxUKqF5FSFtti1ddn-TAcPLQryDv3OiFvfbCwqPGJuPnFkG72yV-4u-4np4XHtc1yKwU9X1alabGLKQXaph852sQQKoSBnofoqzAFkSU-iijUNr42I_5Hbzwg-8P2d6VKpw5oKpb-bBReHY5jfG9CucdHF0SlDxzIDywnjMv3MIqWvJRIXqStmgN8/s4000/20230720_113848%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="593" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxrKpxUKqF5FSFtti1ddn-TAcPLQryDv3OiFvfbCwqPGJuPnFkG72yV-4u-4np4XHtc1yKwU9X1alabGLKQXaph852sQQKoSBnofoqzAFkSU-iijUNr42I_5Hbzwg-8P2d6VKpw5oKpb-bBReHY5jfG9CucdHF0SlDxzIDywnjMv3MIqWvJRIXqStmgN8/w445-h593/20230720_113848%20(1).jpg" width="445" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><div style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">These were used because the copper reacts with a protein in the egg white which helped to stabilize the beaten whites in the same way a pich of acid does. you can making the foam along when making meringue by adding a pinch of cream of tartar or a squeeze of lemon juice.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">In the hope you're thinking this recipe to be inviting to try and taste, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">I'm wishing you a lovely Summer day!</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">See you soon </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">❤</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-xbLAzQtTS2W2G3ctpf4JiSvBQPZDd8GUoBpABGgAjQCOS2UrbvsRrChtq8Jy6XqsvmkO0tHiap6bmeAsh6hWp2EXRrgzaZdMoDM0LiViWNsTSeum3aK47hcYS1vy3FMLwWiCMq_zYPtnYIebuUqCYiIbKHJUIl0aoyaGuOTEvbOmr3l4BNNP9mhOReg/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-xbLAzQtTS2W2G3ctpf4JiSvBQPZDd8GUoBpABGgAjQCOS2UrbvsRrChtq8Jy6XqsvmkO0tHiap6bmeAsh6hWp2EXRrgzaZdMoDM0LiViWNsTSeum3aK47hcYS1vy3FMLwWiCMq_zYPtnYIebuUqCYiIbKHJUIl0aoyaGuOTEvbOmr3l4BNNP9mhOReg/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">ALL THE IMAGES ARE <span style="font-size: 11pt;">© PROTECTED AND TAKEN FROM THE BOOK: </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><i>HOW TO COOK THE VICTORIAN WAY WITH MRS CROCOMBE</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> by Annie Gray and Andrew Hall, English Heritage</span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.35cm;">
</p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiJSxF63pVI-j2ewNxTs732n-P7cUkPMcM0yUsIuyBj-vXWtijPDU9ESShKaGdTShpkF3NHNaVThVZKpRZy7dNyjG8qLEdku3-B5c8LMHd-js3EZIwE9EPxw7opxrN2elvlfQGXnX-qQTGrmx34pUX22MMfGKk8bGBNXikKQGRzeihuqtoSFYSTK3Xikw/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiJSxF63pVI-j2ewNxTs732n-P7cUkPMcM0yUsIuyBj-vXWtijPDU9ESShKaGdTShpkF3NHNaVThVZKpRZy7dNyjG8qLEdku3-B5c8LMHd-js3EZIwE9EPxw7opxrN2elvlfQGXnX-qQTGrmx34pUX22MMfGKk8bGBNXikKQGRzeihuqtoSFYSTK3Xikw/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>CUCINARE COME IN EPOCA VITTORIANA Prepariamo dei cheese-cakes al limone senza formaggio</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sono alcuni anni che ho scoperto questo libro di cucina e lo sto usando con smisurato piacere. Si potrebbe pensare che sia solo un libro di ricette vittoriane, ma prima di tutto questo libro racconta una storia, una storia molto bella: quella della vita e della passione di Mrs Crocombe.</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In realtà è lei la vera protagonista di questo che per me è un autentico capolavoro.</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">§</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sembra un tributo che il pronipote di <b>Mrs Avis Crocombe</b> ha voluto dedicare a questa sua parente, alla storia vittoriana e alla cucina di quei tempi.</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Avis Crocombe era capo cuoca di Lord e Lady Braybooke ad <b>Audley End House</b> negli anni Ottanta dell'Ottocento. Costruita nel XVII secolo nell'allora in voga stile architettonico rinascimentale, Audley End House è conosciuta come la più grande dimora del periodo giacobino in Inghilterra. Situata nella contea dell'Essex vanta un parco e giardini molto affascinanti che portano la firma di <b>Capability Brown</b>, che abbiamo già avuto modo di conoscere in alcuni nostri post sulla storia del giardinaggio. Ma mi piacerebbe trattare di questa tenuta estiva così importante in un altro post di <i>~My little old world~</i> e farne l'argomento esclusivo... C'è talmente tanto da raccontarvi a riguardo!</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ma torniamo alla nostra signora vittoriana.</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ella custodiva un quaderno di ricette che iniziò a scrivere quando era ancora una cuoca-governante a <b>Langley Park</b> nel Norfolk. Nel 1884 sposò Benjamin Stride, che lavorava come maggiordomo, e poi lasciò il suo lavoro ad Audley End House per arrivare a gestire una lodging-house a Maryleborne, Londra. Naturalmente, portò con sé il suo libro di ricette. Morì nel 1927.</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Questo libro ha il merito di riportarla in vita, anzi, non solo lei ma tutto il mondo e il tempo in cui ha vissuto, insieme alle persone per cui ha lavorato. Contiene un resoconto molto dettagliato sulla sua vita e sul suo lavoro e meravigliose fotografie delle stanze in cui lavorava e visse durante il soggiorno ad Audley End House che possiamo ammirare con i loro accessori e arredi originali.</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Per farci godere appieno di questo viaggio nel tempo c'è Kathy Hipperson che interpreta Mrs Avis Crocombe non solo nelle pagine del libro, ma anche durante eventi organizzati dal vivo a Audley End House.</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">E grazie alla storica del cibo Annie Gray, specializzata negli anni tra il 1650 e il 1950, possiamo ancora disporre di tutte le ricette di Mrs Crocombe, tratte dal suo manoscritto originale, e provarle!</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Voglio suggerirvi questa che ho già fatto più di una volta: è molto semplice, gustosa e si presenta benissimo.</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">INGREDIENTI PER 6 PERSONE:</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">3 tuorli d'uovo più 2 albumi</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1 tazza di zucchero grezzo</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1/4 di tazza di burro ammorbidito</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">scorza finemente grattugiata e succo di 2 limoni piccoli</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1 cucchiaio di miele chiaro</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">12 amaretti o quantità a piacere per servire</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sbattere i tuorli e gli albumi con lo zucchero fino ad ottenere un composto pallido, cremoso e aumentato in volume. Unirvi il burro, le scorze ed il succo dei limoni. Mettere il tutto in un recipiente e cuocere a bagnomaria fino a che si solidifica. Aggiungere quindi il miele e suddividerlo in coppette, sul cui fondo avrete sbriciolato gli amaretti o altri biscotti di vostro gusto.</span></div><div style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mrs Crocombe avrebbe usato una ciotola in rame per montare le sue uova. Questo perché il rame reagisce con una proteina contenuta nell'albume che contribuisce a mantenerlo sodo. Utile da sapersi quando si preparano le meringhe, ma oggi le ciotole in rame sono introvabili! Fortunatamente un simile risultato lo possiamo ottenere aggiungendo un pizzico di cremor tartaro o uno spruzzo di succo di limone.</span></div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Vollkorn;"><br /></div><div style="color: #741b47;"><div style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">Nella speranza che abbiate trovato questa ricetta invitante da provare e da assaggiare, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn; font-size: large;">Vi auguro una bellissima giornata d'estate!</span></div></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;">A presto </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">❤</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirVfJd2FLW3m-EO52SVi2kMtDQUw_Nv15YRKu-deNC8rkUkQSM6cFV_XZJpKgu7RoLoZaO9urFPk7rp-ErJngjfaesrpT3qeMrAoPDAAjjbIGcxWNusJyi02sc-zXqzJsq1GJGuuvHSY_NwgvoDpbXva6iMcAsodbNSGN-VB08TAmX3YoByp36dy-Phzs/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirVfJd2FLW3m-EO52SVi2kMtDQUw_Nv15YRKu-deNC8rkUkQSM6cFV_XZJpKgu7RoLoZaO9urFPk7rp-ErJngjfaesrpT3qeMrAoPDAAjjbIGcxWNusJyi02sc-zXqzJsq1GJGuuvHSY_NwgvoDpbXva6iMcAsodbNSGN-VB08TAmX3YoByp36dy-Phzs/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9HChMbhDVTfntNxQakrlfboMB-mOfitgNkPVIaU1u9CyqX8LZxABbHhFd5EkibubLRZHWFoBaMb-tik59Xr74jRE2uAfNB_Y8SiNjMKVjvoLZc21n-1CfCls1AhgyAhLcUsfZtxOSY-hqaT9txyv5m4HlOzkYhDxxdg6X2VQIqAg5pnqHwsRy3ADqgrk/s281/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="254" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9HChMbhDVTfntNxQakrlfboMB-mOfitgNkPVIaU1u9CyqX8LZxABbHhFd5EkibubLRZHWFoBaMb-tik59Xr74jRE2uAfNB_Y8SiNjMKVjvoLZc21n-1CfCls1AhgyAhLcUsfZtxOSY-hqaT9txyv5m4HlOzkYhDxxdg6X2VQIqAg5pnqHwsRy3ADqgrk/s1600/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" width="254" /></a></div></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>LINKING WITH:</b></span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com/2023/08/mr-cal-gets-away-with-it-awww-monday.html">AWWW MONDAYS</a></span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: black;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-73/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: black;"><a href="https://familycorner.blogspot.com/2023/08/happy-homemaker-monday-08072023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HAPPY HOMEMAKER MONDAY</span></a></div><div style="color: black;"><a href="https://www.astrollthrulife.net/2023/08/07/693rd-inspire-me-tuesday/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=693rd-inspire-me-tuesday"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></a></div><div style="color: black;"><a href="https://www.astrollthrulife.net/2023/08/07/693rd-inspire-me-tuesday/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=693rd-inspire-me-tuesday"><span style="font-family: georgia;">INSPIRE ME TUESDAY</span></a></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: black;"><a href="http://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2023/08/tuesdays-with-twist-blog-hop-537.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</span></a></div><div style="color: black;"><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/08/home-and-school-ideas-on-wonderful.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></a></div><div style="color: black;"><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/08/home-and-school-ideas-on-wonderful.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: black;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/homestead-blog-hop-457/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=homestead-blog-hop-457&utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=homestead-blog-hop-457"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HOMESTEAD BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: black;"><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/2023/08/anything-goes-pink-saturday-august-12-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">PINK SATURDAY</span></a></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: black;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-74/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-74&utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-74"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: black;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/08/vintage-charm-party-401.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">VINTAGE CHARM PARTY</span></a></div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div></div></div></span></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-71472891186013972272023-07-19T09:59:00.005+02:002023-08-06T10:02:53.533+02:00The Legend of the White Lady of the Castel of Duino<p><span style="font-family: Almendra SC;"></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script"; font-size: x-large; text-align: left;">Today I want to tell you a legend which takes us back in time to the Middle Ages, that of</span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script"; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"> </span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: UnifrakturMaguntia;">The White Lady of the Castle of Duino</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJDFNtFeHAJWWJ03kUYe3Iz_0weqcx_SB3m04HiyLBk__FSzYx0_Al2YN5hoY74Jym0MawTDsYqUsvNa6S3wFz0xvdS9b9i6AGdaP-_IHVUJN1CNxh4YAH0WQ-gakedYLfatQvoDiAHIezd_RSADBU9so6owU4LP35XV3Lt4HiQjvTSRbAwNLuNCtAGg/s750/The%20White%20Lady%20of%20the%20Castle%20of%20Duino_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJDFNtFeHAJWWJ03kUYe3Iz_0weqcx_SB3m04HiyLBk__FSzYx0_Al2YN5hoY74Jym0MawTDsYqUsvNa6S3wFz0xvdS9b9i6AGdaP-_IHVUJN1CNxh4YAH0WQ-gakedYLfatQvoDiAHIezd_RSADBU9so6owU4LP35XV3Lt4HiQjvTSRbAwNLuNCtAGg/s16000/The%20White%20Lady%20of%20the%20Castle%20of%20Duino_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9%20(2).jpg" /></a></div></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;">This castle stands nearby the ruins of a Roman stronghold dedicated to the God Sun on a rocky outcrop overlooking the sea and offering to the visitor a breathtaking wiev on the Gulf of Trieste, in the North-East of Italy, in the municipality of Duino-Aurisina.</span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Rouge Script;">It </span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">was made build by the Walsees in the</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Rouge Script;"> </span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;">XV</span></span><span style="font-family: Rouge Script;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">th century and belongs for centuries to the Princes von Thurn und Taxis (today it is possible to visit it almost entirely).</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Rouge Script;">Thus rather than a single castle, we should </span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">we should talk about two </span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">fortresses: the old one, an impregnable fortress of Roman origin which stood on the promontory adjacent to the one where the most recent building is located.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script"; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8T1M59N6mdZLUprEZF6rheUDNw5BSwMY8zvpr8GeR7OamDQ4mpMxAImG1jNICIZM0EoiFZoKPe2yaYwqBWDe-Bp_dp4Oe7XKGQKOl1riWu16KtjEd5JCsUU2EkKRiXrUW96G72krecoqUbbF_5eXVCvtD_8IZIMJtOZQKH03vQGzI2TyncnAGpgRh1ak/s868/The%20Roman's%20ruins,%20the%20Castle%20of%20Duino%20and%20the%20rock%20of%20the%20White%20Lady%20in%20the%20foreground_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="498" data-original-width="868" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8T1M59N6mdZLUprEZF6rheUDNw5BSwMY8zvpr8GeR7OamDQ4mpMxAImG1jNICIZM0EoiFZoKPe2yaYwqBWDe-Bp_dp4Oe7XKGQKOl1riWu16KtjEd5JCsUU2EkKRiXrUW96G72krecoqUbbF_5eXVCvtD_8IZIMJtOZQKH03vQGzI2TyncnAGpgRh1ak/w505-h291/The%20Roman's%20ruins,%20the%20Castle%20of%20Duino%20and%20the%20rock%20of%20the%20White%20Lady%20in%20the%20foreground_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" width="505" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The Castle of Duino, in very remote times, was inhabited for many years by a knight and his loving wife, a beautiful woman, named the White Lady, of noble sentiments and great moral strength, a woman willing to accept everything for love of her husband.</span></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;">Theirs, according to many, was not a happy marriage. The knight, the great Lord of the Castle, was nothing but an evil, violent and bloodthirsty man, whose favorite pastime was to hurt his poor bride with cruel and contemptuous words. But, you know, love is able to compromise our common sense, to show only and exclusively what we most desire and even one's heart tends to justify and accept reprehensible words and actions. The girl bore every missed gesture, every word imbued with hatred with an immeasurable calm and grace; and the more she endured, the more the man tended to make matters worse by always devising new ways to hurt her. She also wanted to give him a son to show him how great her love for him was, but he persisted in his perverse wickedness.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;">One evening, returning from a battle, perhaps after drinking a few too many wineskins of wine, the knight decided to put an end to this situation which did nothing but annoy him: he whispered a few kind words to his bride, he drew he nearby the Roman fortress and eventually, with the complicity of the darkness, he threw her into the sea.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH0xSn6PV-hDo6s3oUeegKrQo30ZfuRVfLQsyWRj_FWiVAWUk4_dHq3vG52J9hDM-LPFTfoWi4-IIHvIqawRqZrLuxAa0cd0So8vC67BhL3QSdlCliQo8DKp4Z0Pkqp4Jng1GzKIRvaHwb49ma1ZSZl7bC01hxO7eUUNUC4qpGvhtyMl2CyhuZWxJCDY0/s640/The%20legend%20of%20the%20White%20Lady%20of%20the%20Castle%20of%20Duino_%20My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="424" data-original-width="640" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH0xSn6PV-hDo6s3oUeegKrQo30ZfuRVfLQsyWRj_FWiVAWUk4_dHq3vG52J9hDM-LPFTfoWi4-IIHvIqawRqZrLuxAa0cd0So8vC67BhL3QSdlCliQo8DKp4Z0Pkqp4Jng1GzKIRvaHwb49ma1ZSZl7bC01hxO7eUUNUC4qpGvhtyMl2CyhuZWxJCDY0/w505-h335/The%20legend%20of%20the%20White%20Lady%20of%20the%20Castle%20of%20Duino_%20My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" width="505" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;">Stupefied, confused, with a few seconds to live, as she plummeted towards the sea, the beautiful White Lady rolled her eyes as if crying for help and began to utter a cry of despair, and this help arrived, before she even stopped screaming.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;">According to the legend, a moment before touching the mirror of the sea, the divinities of the sky took pity on the beautiful martyr and the woman turned into a stone: in her pain she had remained petrified.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;">It is all that remains today of this sad story, a rock at the foot of the cliff below the ruins of Duino that really looks like a lady wrapped up in her soft clothes, as if they were moved by the wind, a rather strange stone, which can be still admired at the edge of the sea.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;">There are also rumors of people who have seen a candelabrum wandering around the Castle of Duino in the night when nobody is there. It remains the desire of a mother to look for her child's cradle to be able to reassure him that for better or for worse "everything is fine". Desire that is born in the dark and dies at the dawn. It remains the legend of the beautiful White Lady who lived in the Castle of Duino so many years ago.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWi63plQGznosfQU1fBjNCaep68PPRbEQNmJPAjox6rXuUpor7pMeMaCNKM5At6nGttg3rhb84acp8YEOoVVKcdIEskRhWEEKlIGHz4zcTWIo_JZowm_bclJ63X7iVs5CEqjQpiB6RQBcQix1kFd1igEIBBCd1OwGX-q-NgOx9b9s8LnghReN1wbKoqqg/s480/The%20White%20Lady%20of%20the%20Castle%20of%20Duino,%20rock_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9%20copy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="352" data-original-width="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWi63plQGznosfQU1fBjNCaep68PPRbEQNmJPAjox6rXuUpor7pMeMaCNKM5At6nGttg3rhb84acp8YEOoVVKcdIEskRhWEEKlIGHz4zcTWIo_JZowm_bclJ63X7iVs5CEqjQpiB6RQBcQix1kFd1igEIBBCd1OwGX-q-NgOx9b9s8LnghReN1wbKoqqg/s16000/The%20White%20Lady%20of%20the%20Castle%20of%20Duino,%20rock_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9%20copy.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">In the hope you've enjoyed this curious post based on a story still shrouded in mystery, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I embrace you all warmly, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">dear Friends and Readers!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">See you soon </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">❤</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjFQUGJNsSF7QnxqndxSNsjxV5avhe_8WIdpz43NOyXzXu2g7mrhqOo2G5Mg-G3iNQZDj8oTVEQZ65-246fbuCC3UCEF4hv7CKtSJw6auK4L4hBtFCL9v8nNPPragjLb9dO6IWWWRQ2eBP9DxbqmVz1GBMTi_65BxUjuXhwVy5lShnjvveMUGIO39UqH0/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjFQUGJNsSF7QnxqndxSNsjxV5avhe_8WIdpz43NOyXzXu2g7mrhqOo2G5Mg-G3iNQZDj8oTVEQZ65-246fbuCC3UCEF4hv7CKtSJw6auK4L4hBtFCL9v8nNPPragjLb9dO6IWWWRQ2eBP9DxbqmVz1GBMTi_65BxUjuXhwVy5lShnjvveMUGIO39UqH0/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiJSxF63pVI-j2ewNxTs732n-P7cUkPMcM0yUsIuyBj-vXWtijPDU9ESShKaGdTShpkF3NHNaVThVZKpRZy7dNyjG8qLEdku3-B5c8LMHd-js3EZIwE9EPxw7opxrN2elvlfQGXnX-qQTGrmx34pUX22MMfGKk8bGBNXikKQGRzeihuqtoSFYSTK3Xikw/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiJSxF63pVI-j2ewNxTs732n-P7cUkPMcM0yUsIuyBj-vXWtijPDU9ESShKaGdTShpkF3NHNaVThVZKpRZy7dNyjG8qLEdku3-B5c8LMHd-js3EZIwE9EPxw7opxrN2elvlfQGXnX-qQTGrmx34pUX22MMfGKk8bGBNXikKQGRzeihuqtoSFYSTK3Xikw/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script"; font-size: x-large; text-align: left;">Oggi vi voglio raccontare una leggenda che ci riporta indietro nel tempo fino al Medio Evo, quella de</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: UnifrakturMaguntia;">La Dama Bianca del Castello di Duino</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: UnifrakturMaguntia;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">IMMAGINE DI FRONTESPIZIO</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;">Questo castello si erge nelle vicinanze di alcune vestigia di una fortezza romana dedicata la Re Sole su di uno strapiombo roccioso che si affaccia sul mare offrendo al visitatore una veduta mozzafiato sul Golfo di Trieste, nel comune di Duino-Aurisina.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;">Fu fatto costruire dalla famiglia dei Walsee nel</span><span style="font-family: Rouge Script;"> </span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;">XV °</span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script"; font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script"; font-size: x-large;">secolo ed appartiene da secoli ai principi di Thurn und Taxis (oggi è persino possibile visitarlo quasi per intero).</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;">Perciò, piuttosto che di un singolo castello sarebbe più appropriato parlare di due fortezze: la più vecchia, un' inespugnabile fortezza di origine romana che domina il promontorio adiacente quello in cui l'altra, la costruzione più recente, è stata edificata.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">IMMAGINE 2 - </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Da sx: le rovine della fortezza romana ed il Castello di Duino di proprietà dei Thurn und Taxis</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span>In tempi molto remoti il Castello di Duino fu abitato per diversi anni da un cavaliere e dalla sua adorabile sposa, una donna bellissima di nobili sentimenti e di grande forza morale chiamata la Dama Bianca, una donna disposta ad accettare qualsiasi cosa per amore di suo marito. Il cavaliere, il grandioso Signore del Castello, non era altro che un uomo malvagio, violento e sanguinario il cui passatempo preferito era ferire la propria consorte</span></span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"> con parole crudeli ed offensive. Ma si sa, l'amore è capace di compromettere il nostro buon senso, di farci vedere solamente ciò che più desideriamo e persino il cuore tende a giustificare e ad accettare parole e gesti riprovevoli. La giovane accettava ogni gesto mancato, ogni parola intrisa di odio con una calma ed una grazia incommensurabile; e più resisteva, più l'uomo si ostinava a trovare modi per ferirla ulteriormente.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script"; font-size: x-large;">Ella volle anche donargli un figlio per mostrargli quanto grande fosse il suo amore per lui, ma egli persistette nella sua perversa malvagità.</span></div><div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;">Una sera, di ritorno da una battaglia, forse dopo aver bevuto qualche otre di vino di troppo il cavaliere decise di porre fine a questa situazione che non faceva che infastidirlo: sussurrò alcune dolci parole alla sua sposa, la condusse in prossimità della roccaforte romana e, con la complicità dell'oscurità, finì con il lanciarla nel mare.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">IMMAGINE 3 - </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">La Dama Bianca che precipita in mare</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;">Stupefatta, confusa, con ancora pochi frangenti da vivere, mentre precipitava vero lo specchio del mare, al giovane Dama Bianca mosse i suoi occhi gettando un grido disperato come se invocasse aiuto e questo aiuto arrivò prima ancora che ella smettesse di gridare.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script"; font-size: x-large;">Secondo la leggenda, un attimo prima di toccare le acque del mare, le divinità del cielo provarono pietà per la povera martire e la donna si trasformò in una pietra: è rimasta pietrificata nel suo dolore.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;">Questo è tutto ciò che rimane di questa triste storia, una roccia ai piedi della scogliera sotto le rovine di Duino che davvero sembra una dama avvolta in soffici abiti che sembrano muoversi al vento, una pietra dalla forma alquanto strana che può essere ammirata ancora oggi a bordo del mare.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;">Circolano voci di persone che hanno visto un candelabro vagare per le stanze del Castello di Duino nella notte, quando non vi è nessuno. Rimane il desiderio di una madre che cerca la culla della propria creatura per rassicurarla, per dirle che "va tutto bene". Desiderio che nasce con il buio e che si dilegua all'alba. Rimane la leggenda della Dama Bianca che visse nel Castello di Duino tanti, tanti anni fa. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">IMMAGINE 4 - </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">La roccia in cui si sarebbe tramutata la Dama Bianca mentre cadeva rovinosamente in mare situata sotto le rovine della roccaforte romana. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">La potete vedere già dalla prima immagine, sempre presa dal mare</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Nella speranza che abbiate gradito questo post curioso </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">basato su di un racconto </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">che rimane avvolto dal mistero, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Vi abbraccio calorosamente, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">cari Amici e Lettori !</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span style="font-family: georgia;">A presto </span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">❤</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE7sAsR-J5xKKQ1eSe81n911D-Tik2LEpvJnkAuoAqGGxYRCTfIgAIO-tFb5Pxsj4yCkeo5qtj7qWRWyd83SJmop-ISbpIe35QkZwI0GNlcAp7SrDU59DSz4iGEJDnPHhs9r_Ycsk_-Y307pMEgEwHrvt8aTnt0K_nlM1VfKaGAUXjnEu67oEs9HzPiVc/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE7sAsR-J5xKKQ1eSe81n911D-Tik2LEpvJnkAuoAqGGxYRCTfIgAIO-tFb5Pxsj4yCkeo5qtj7qWRWyd83SJmop-ISbpIe35QkZwI0GNlcAp7SrDU59DSz4iGEJDnPHhs9r_Ycsk_-Y307pMEgEwHrvt8aTnt0K_nlM1VfKaGAUXjnEu67oEs9HzPiVc/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQzIMRpbfVng5pB4Vdspd-kU2-Sc9_XiSwD_xc2102Orx2CdoQCEf50yejjfuFUS6hPXt4Lt5QlBe_D-9vWwip1QWPm4dJPoMTIQxNHswLIzoCmNxnSown1jMscdXb9px_wBuCrrJtaO5xuJlXM3Aac_CkJ1s7OVGtK5zBktE4mGaEKAylbU_A1Ep7jZU/s281/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="254" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQzIMRpbfVng5pB4Vdspd-kU2-Sc9_XiSwD_xc2102Orx2CdoQCEf50yejjfuFUS6hPXt4Lt5QlBe_D-9vWwip1QWPm4dJPoMTIQxNHswLIzoCmNxnSown1jMscdXb9px_wBuCrrJtaO5xuJlXM3Aac_CkJ1s7OVGtK5zBktE4mGaEKAylbU_A1Ep7jZU/s1600/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" width="254" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>LINKING WITH:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="http://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2023/07/tuesdays-with-twist-blog-hop-534.html">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/07/vintage-charm-party-398.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">VINTAGE CHARM PARTY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/2023/07/anything-goes-pink-saturday-july-22-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">PINK SATURDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com/2023/07/dad-and-son-fun-awww-monday-inspiring.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">AWWW MONDAYS</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Imperial Script; font-size: x-large;"></span></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-21624021178340541982023-07-10T13:09:00.031+02:002023-08-06T18:11:57.366+02:00"O, Gather Me the Rose"<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyG3pc-kfhxzJLmMi4TFkg7ECpFKZ6vU1Me03FH8y9xelCX00GGPcLIlWY7gLOe1MVygW0j65uO-gLJ11POj26zLIfINDGfzwK7zzWXxbUUrPLnDJ1CUdJ-0fcp3iQbXLf5XyDJ5ktprNY9zW4nho466fH79TCiiBYMklNdVTp7WM1PGcqw-k9J6Wyinw/s3367/1_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3367" data-original-width="3000" height="532" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyG3pc-kfhxzJLmMi4TFkg7ECpFKZ6vU1Me03FH8y9xelCX00GGPcLIlWY7gLOe1MVygW0j65uO-gLJ11POj26zLIfINDGfzwK7zzWXxbUUrPLnDJ1CUdJ-0fcp3iQbXLf5XyDJ5ktprNY9zW4nho466fH79TCiiBYMklNdVTp7WM1PGcqw-k9J6Wyinw/w474-h532/1_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">O, gather me the rose, the rose,</span></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">While yet in flower we find it,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">For summer smiles, but summer goes,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">And winter waits behind it.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9cOXiyT1GsArJsEIjXtAB7YsLHMxWk6sAVqlJ0oCGkVLtlPsra8hdI1kWi-oP5mWrxoFU9Mt2y3tIGInxgoILPt5ulDVloK3IWvASiBHowXEbEK_FSy9WdcQk6cmFA0npKRky8wdTZUrGvjFIt91fBRc9WpRq-3jK3gsgsEoRxKyIewkyS3olBEI5NCs/s627/2_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="627" data-original-width="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9cOXiyT1GsArJsEIjXtAB7YsLHMxWk6sAVqlJ0oCGkVLtlPsra8hdI1kWi-oP5mWrxoFU9Mt2y3tIGInxgoILPt5ulDVloK3IWvASiBHowXEbEK_FSy9WdcQk6cmFA0npKRky8wdTZUrGvjFIt91fBRc9WpRq-3jK3gsgsEoRxKyIewkyS3olBEI5NCs/s16000/2_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9%20(1).jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWnXvRWy5iTIvFF-jq8slXEDGvyvI793KBWCcIavJnA6gA5YLiIIPgjkRbn9UzYE2r3jMZhuNLYscyeAhy1Hp_XUiwxFqqDiLkV3orgzREXJallAAqcUChsr5ePwi78215X2BC0HhbgYIF7GkkCqD5v-6U08L_V0qnBxCKZxBtIJBcMMkir-d6taU0zXw/s619/3_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="464" height="622" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWnXvRWy5iTIvFF-jq8slXEDGvyvI793KBWCcIavJnA6gA5YLiIIPgjkRbn9UzYE2r3jMZhuNLYscyeAhy1Hp_XUiwxFqqDiLkV3orgzREXJallAAqcUChsr5ePwi78215X2BC0HhbgYIF7GkkCqD5v-6U08L_V0qnBxCKZxBtIJBcMMkir-d6taU0zXw/w466-h622/3_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9%20(1).jpg" width="466" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSwl8a8cRcF53ezvZNCN3RGAR6srnofiPAsTyRX3_IR2F4FYGZn_uzutAKg0IZIcJ1JemALmlYRTVp8FgG6HrWzHhnjN0T4OahhzvjJb9wWDjILT_7p0pZ9c6Rj8G2JiRItPPNGtQr1OJhcvGS2W2LwLpfO-yRqlMKzWh_nGJwjvDPKAz7OiSwQR7AhRY/s613/4_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="613" data-original-width="460" height="618" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSwl8a8cRcF53ezvZNCN3RGAR6srnofiPAsTyRX3_IR2F4FYGZn_uzutAKg0IZIcJ1JemALmlYRTVp8FgG6HrWzHhnjN0T4OahhzvjJb9wWDjILT_7p0pZ9c6Rj8G2JiRItPPNGtQr1OJhcvGS2W2LwLpfO-yRqlMKzWh_nGJwjvDPKAz7OiSwQR7AhRY/w464-h618/4_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9%20(1).jpg" width="464" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC7OcuRx2lcpeh9fskFjwqNaI78PVBBihSYPI0IOvtHoPjLtJFe3tozhagq-gcFkFPnKgfG21VcJ7RlCBZ9BYctlKNwW0CNf3CIgUaGfHEhp1o62EHL78XznS9rwIq1qWE9W1a-gDrtVhNrV1tZEKR3z6xQYV-fsqMvTbkGwwAuuxZ_tOJStSH4oDmidA/s607/5_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="607" data-original-width="455" height="614" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC7OcuRx2lcpeh9fskFjwqNaI78PVBBihSYPI0IOvtHoPjLtJFe3tozhagq-gcFkFPnKgfG21VcJ7RlCBZ9BYctlKNwW0CNf3CIgUaGfHEhp1o62EHL78XznS9rwIq1qWE9W1a-gDrtVhNrV1tZEKR3z6xQYV-fsqMvTbkGwwAuuxZ_tOJStSH4oDmidA/w460-h614/5_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9%20(1).jpg" width="460" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSz1EEONUz5trX4eugwmB6ImnFvGIpGx0wJc08TYGHuTQW4NJ0uERCltZj3ntSiLopJiAT6v44jMlZ7d4VLCEC4TxvK_f4XYn8sbMBAiRdyVGtA2aoA0BDB6JSm7u2ZF7boVqvofvYR41ViV2SwE-X5LAnAk44n96Eie4_WCqw2DMefh1lVvd9jbiIL-w/s604/6_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="453" height="610" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSz1EEONUz5trX4eugwmB6ImnFvGIpGx0wJc08TYGHuTQW4NJ0uERCltZj3ntSiLopJiAT6v44jMlZ7d4VLCEC4TxvK_f4XYn8sbMBAiRdyVGtA2aoA0BDB6JSm7u2ZF7boVqvofvYR41ViV2SwE-X5LAnAk44n96Eie4_WCqw2DMefh1lVvd9jbiIL-w/w458-h610/6_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9%20(1).jpg" width="458" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: medium;">For with the dream foregone, foregone,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">The deed foreborn forever,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">The worm Regret will canker on,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">And time will turn him never.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjud_Dg4-gg6wiVPHMqt661Z7MCFDOGDX9MfyTLBMdA8hICLUHBtYTAMnMOCdmRn1EYpR9HMzV1V_AnuB-jMvVz0Pydym8oqBzPpf4aXvNibDyercR1UYPF56VRMpk6cOgoU3QjpCyqCLA6n7G4jueIfHACssoUO8RQMeHx0T0y8WUukzUTLZnUdQHyM8w/s609/7_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="609" data-original-width="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjud_Dg4-gg6wiVPHMqt661Z7MCFDOGDX9MfyTLBMdA8hICLUHBtYTAMnMOCdmRn1EYpR9HMzV1V_AnuB-jMvVz0Pydym8oqBzPpf4aXvNibDyercR1UYPF56VRMpk6cOgoU3QjpCyqCLA6n7G4jueIfHACssoUO8RQMeHx0T0y8WUukzUTLZnUdQHyM8w/s16000/7_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwODOI1SKJTgTXoUyJiCdJgTnOLKIPkL8IrDSN8_mIGzV7u28JDlzqP2-ET529j6wmhTlczK1ZAlq6CZ8fZdUx44Kr8lZxLF19YFbcxiQOzmiibchPt7iOlckgY_qyYxfqJkUzKSjuMaeU_KT-cyhE3gQZEkxMUoMFriuBjwtOFxSSM2ACX7Cu5Bghnzo/s606/8_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="606" data-original-width="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwODOI1SKJTgTXoUyJiCdJgTnOLKIPkL8IrDSN8_mIGzV7u28JDlzqP2-ET529j6wmhTlczK1ZAlq6CZ8fZdUx44Kr8lZxLF19YFbcxiQOzmiibchPt7iOlckgY_qyYxfqJkUzKSjuMaeU_KT-cyhE3gQZEkxMUoMFriuBjwtOFxSSM2ACX7Cu5Bghnzo/s16000/8_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYL2gVvNjzVFXNeMsmDyWdTQtqCJ_h6MaO8vcHNHLS9ehv9PJ1VxsZn0jm95O0j25IbvwyBALLRHTbRJBiPNRzK-5_w6Jclf-vAumfx2Vj-9a-J7dwz5PQISlrF6rP9tfjwCAfsT3fIyyIy0u1TBPRxzrCp5M6KAR4vG8-mIx5GmRa0MG6iTGfiD-Pg4A/s606/9_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="606" data-original-width="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYL2gVvNjzVFXNeMsmDyWdTQtqCJ_h6MaO8vcHNHLS9ehv9PJ1VxsZn0jm95O0j25IbvwyBALLRHTbRJBiPNRzK-5_w6Jclf-vAumfx2Vj-9a-J7dwz5PQISlrF6rP9tfjwCAfsT3fIyyIy0u1TBPRxzrCp5M6KAR4vG8-mIx5GmRa0MG6iTGfiD-Pg4A/s16000/9_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_jy8iHLleLEcmziLnVxpV2_LT8VvrkqMFJ3E-OBGL-eg7BPws4YYR9A9T27syeAMOfWHvJFXy1mp_tiAXiwaFiXS355xEYjCxkWGsIHAelLrbkn0sMgw5CqxD_DJlsq5Q8E5F0o7ATXpxC0gZFmU0kbBSC12of7ZQ1Q2A-nU9jevIT8L3tXTyJdazJjc/s604/10_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_jy8iHLleLEcmziLnVxpV2_LT8VvrkqMFJ3E-OBGL-eg7BPws4YYR9A9T27syeAMOfWHvJFXy1mp_tiAXiwaFiXS355xEYjCxkWGsIHAelLrbkn0sMgw5CqxD_DJlsq5Q8E5F0o7ATXpxC0gZFmU0kbBSC12of7ZQ1Q2A-nU9jevIT8L3tXTyJdazJjc/s16000/10_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75oFVab_8Nw_XlnJEq6QXBjSFf0xQs7N4bkmkuIG-jtZfNFV0AC0REecvZjRv2g_T1KtmBRePClAVnjXphg7R5uAdlmL8BD7p6nIFlv5f9UAFTU5ZXnQeurI37lZqVWdrvJ5iWkTIqK9GvBMM0XDkHcA3At0qwVgD6Z3B1wch-s3U3Z2QsuOb80j2j9Y/s599/11_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75oFVab_8Nw_XlnJEq6QXBjSFf0xQs7N4bkmkuIG-jtZfNFV0AC0REecvZjRv2g_T1KtmBRePClAVnjXphg7R5uAdlmL8BD7p6nIFlv5f9UAFTU5ZXnQeurI37lZqVWdrvJ5iWkTIqK9GvBMM0XDkHcA3At0qwVgD6Z3B1wch-s3U3Z2QsuOb80j2j9Y/s16000/11_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: medium;">So were it well to love, my love,</span></div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">And cheat of any laughter</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">The fate beneath us, and above,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">The dark before and after.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1D6K15xnNoMRO24hv0koLqla39rbIVW_gJW2qA9IijG410Byt8Yw9T3n8npJ3u3Gkf32-iMGJqJjVS3TYIEi1eJUEjB-HtWbrf9-EQUeuv5WDchUdUz4EFaAyvS5sFK7e76hVj7tAigJaZ-cjOcJg1OAQNZcSbdKTpRAwPO2Fwqe4suxrUds6TdPHuLo/s601/12_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="601" data-original-width="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1D6K15xnNoMRO24hv0koLqla39rbIVW_gJW2qA9IijG410Byt8Yw9T3n8npJ3u3Gkf32-iMGJqJjVS3TYIEi1eJUEjB-HtWbrf9-EQUeuv5WDchUdUz4EFaAyvS5sFK7e76hVj7tAigJaZ-cjOcJg1OAQNZcSbdKTpRAwPO2Fwqe4suxrUds6TdPHuLo/s16000/12_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg72bWXS6Vm6Op8xC68HIAi6hHsdYsxdMg_kLp9SFtt0ERWNMCINQRnMER-IdhM3aPjlooqdLNIFCuGAaHtDkwK9-8kUCTGQbLCFjtoThk7gdQ7YVffuTUnGUgCyLwVq-c7tiD_L8uQzOif7HW-w3ehTgzy50qwrk3plRL_IWz_Oa9l-k8HMBRh9f9w4s/s596/13_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="447" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg72bWXS6Vm6Op8xC68HIAi6hHsdYsxdMg_kLp9SFtt0ERWNMCINQRnMER-IdhM3aPjlooqdLNIFCuGAaHtDkwK9-8kUCTGQbLCFjtoThk7gdQ7YVffuTUnGUgCyLwVq-c7tiD_L8uQzOif7HW-w3ehTgzy50qwrk3plRL_IWz_Oa9l-k8HMBRh9f9w4s/s16000/13_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3joZYuJB0yAxoOVfcGUzvrdmdGZP77f6he6BLVrvrUEur8wUzTnYAVZJldbP5ZOC9BHeMKqFs2NAoUmYOSnhSLCqEpfyGEmxRmyEi5bWEHPby_Qr6qMXJhz8T0qc52ihYjS0a-gK05PscbFV7bpEhh1ffxthogIUWpD1DerskPF631JAvUh9tISD1wwg/s720/14_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="443" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3joZYuJB0yAxoOVfcGUzvrdmdGZP77f6he6BLVrvrUEur8wUzTnYAVZJldbP5ZOC9BHeMKqFs2NAoUmYOSnhSLCqEpfyGEmxRmyEi5bWEHPby_Qr6qMXJhz8T0qc52ihYjS0a-gK05PscbFV7bpEhh1ffxthogIUWpD1DerskPF631JAvUh9tISD1wwg/s16000/14_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiharRsyugNUpW_sJCjXNScD9dVCzk-SFF5X-ciN5U_meCiph7UU2WfBRz-IgTogqBseWepVR00wGeFC1jjJXTpAnKQpz4z3ZipqNG6cOBUCiZQxmPDwj4bWjk7Y7-fTK9jSga3iGa--Zvjsp89XfE2cokBCpNZ_vwh8j42A9TlYlv9g5RWkwNkuXpYnI/s590/15_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="590" data-original-width="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiharRsyugNUpW_sJCjXNScD9dVCzk-SFF5X-ciN5U_meCiph7UU2WfBRz-IgTogqBseWepVR00wGeFC1jjJXTpAnKQpz4z3ZipqNG6cOBUCiZQxmPDwj4bWjk7Y7-fTK9jSga3iGa--Zvjsp89XfE2cokBCpNZ_vwh8j42A9TlYlv9g5RWkwNkuXpYnI/s16000/15_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9hX6zmEBse2tPRv3RfI9Rmpg3FJcw4msjhRJvY5HMzCUQKI4xc_n8-RyLiJvLZKWxgor54wOraiybeKw4EaR-4kCnha5zLwjNXLwuNf0Y3FRNJklSZRZ7e5HrXhZVXN3IYbLqTRAUQBc8zBC0W63346K0kx1Xh9IWmaqk6qAKRBsPTJn3R0inGFxEQgw/s655/16_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="655" data-original-width="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9hX6zmEBse2tPRv3RfI9Rmpg3FJcw4msjhRJvY5HMzCUQKI4xc_n8-RyLiJvLZKWxgor54wOraiybeKw4EaR-4kCnha5zLwjNXLwuNf0Y3FRNJklSZRZ7e5HrXhZVXN3IYbLqTRAUQBc8zBC0W63346K0kx1Xh9IWmaqk6qAKRBsPTJn3R0inGFxEQgw/s16000/16_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMmkda6LoGZg23HyiYm0Curlufjx6GDSbtDSPW8SHCrK3zr0V5NtY8Z7Z9G-Jtrvn_A6xyO2X11WHkv1ZcBPtJgy-v7CEqFEuLNajm11tCrIoYA5-gAcwunkVFT1TOo_mIinLJ8mIyS8KH-1FvMjr-ngwqW_RAaeDhLI4JLHpF1QBw4hqaSQsMstmflMo/s495/17_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="495" data-original-width="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMmkda6LoGZg23HyiYm0Curlufjx6GDSbtDSPW8SHCrK3zr0V5NtY8Z7Z9G-Jtrvn_A6xyO2X11WHkv1ZcBPtJgy-v7CEqFEuLNajm11tCrIoYA5-gAcwunkVFT1TOo_mIinLJ8mIyS8KH-1FvMjr-ngwqW_RAaeDhLI4JLHpF1QBw4hqaSQsMstmflMo/s16000/17_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI70fTf6-PCHzzBuOrb_6nylGT6vSxpqRLXe98tGuI_RX7ymBhn834s0BUg2Dbi1oJJvxI4_DALYhZ7-Nc912Qjtsck_qC6VbaTN82eDiuPFF473ir0oFqSbovVdOUHGWclme11N3jTnyIOQs8W7L5E4xR69s7hU3EFty8pRfaGoin7NSyJDiFPwAhdIo/s592/18_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="444" height="590" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI70fTf6-PCHzzBuOrb_6nylGT6vSxpqRLXe98tGuI_RX7ymBhn834s0BUg2Dbi1oJJvxI4_DALYhZ7-Nc912Qjtsck_qC6VbaTN82eDiuPFF473ir0oFqSbovVdOUHGWclme11N3jTnyIOQs8W7L5E4xR69s7hU3EFty8pRfaGoin7NSyJDiFPwAhdIo/w443-h590/18_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" width="443" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">The myrtle and the rose, the rose,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">The sunshine and the swallow,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">The dream that comes, the wish that goes</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">The memories that follow!</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Willian Ernest Henley (1849 - 1903)</span></p><p><br /></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_qJPkUaeQdGdkOIyzTFXx6XT4BTeWRfIHSI83SJIL1wm_GXw6l9Lmpt8KlMTD8ztwJTMkWhE8xvRMCey8fy-qFFWwVD4rckPziJ21avEhkzQGheI9gftt24Co0UTQ8XTCTBoilm9st6PEtZEHF-Ts8ejXciryvAMJngy919EIRU2HcapchGnEEHlCu9s/s591/19_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="591" data-original-width="443" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_qJPkUaeQdGdkOIyzTFXx6XT4BTeWRfIHSI83SJIL1wm_GXw6l9Lmpt8KlMTD8ztwJTMkWhE8xvRMCey8fy-qFFWwVD4rckPziJ21avEhkzQGheI9gftt24Co0UTQ8XTCTBoilm9st6PEtZEHF-Ts8ejXciryvAMJngy919EIRU2HcapchGnEEHlCu9s/s16000/19_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6uA1-DZiaLLbvkR5s7GX0wZDb5ccthQvtyrJ7l9Y_qXUIEaOmSsECJ560D88EnXAkWR6yYha4UmQK0fWLrVLmh3tSLDz6MWS6XtitckaSk_ju6NuBW5dBTXrP9N6NRKGTF6H9sagRjzm-GcAc3u9Q_4ieHlhZczjkMYPheNlyICAG46ysGUA4sz1KcC0/s591/20_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="591" data-original-width="443" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6uA1-DZiaLLbvkR5s7GX0wZDb5ccthQvtyrJ7l9Y_qXUIEaOmSsECJ560D88EnXAkWR6yYha4UmQK0fWLrVLmh3tSLDz6MWS6XtitckaSk_ju6NuBW5dBTXrP9N6NRKGTF6H9sagRjzm-GcAc3u9Q_4ieHlhZczjkMYPheNlyICAG46ysGUA4sz1KcC0/s16000/20_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGD-hwoS9J5FC2s8z_MiKGsV5b_HSR69oN2Ox7Kr4z4qR1CbayKV1GKefsyJP5WtzDz1SIC71M-WGUR5Rpx8ZKwRbD0K_Rz_2-RJsw3aw_JCme-j7mQV1DRXhuYmLN5eKeFcdD59RXOQxm_IVOJ4WGwsIKm3xEdxMhH6GMurTl4aUnaC9BXUjivI6XJH8/s588/21_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="588" data-original-width="441" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGD-hwoS9J5FC2s8z_MiKGsV5b_HSR69oN2Ox7Kr4z4qR1CbayKV1GKefsyJP5WtzDz1SIC71M-WGUR5Rpx8ZKwRbD0K_Rz_2-RJsw3aw_JCme-j7mQV1DRXhuYmLN5eKeFcdD59RXOQxm_IVOJ4WGwsIKm3xEdxMhH6GMurTl4aUnaC9BXUjivI6XJH8/s16000/21_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGDN5fBFl40ET7WDaQv0eywz27b8GZeO38foaXsYhe92AscciVgWt-lUmEB999Yr6bXNjTf59ahvPoMDkEZlEDjugAsWNu1WCJQn8i_Rfh0c5ufAb9vCHN_4bbhB4EWdKezUgeoZd5a66l4NWG57g8FbYa0lhihWDXqLH58FAeLWCkZR6ayxluX5nH0C4/s587/22_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="587" data-original-width="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGDN5fBFl40ET7WDaQv0eywz27b8GZeO38foaXsYhe92AscciVgWt-lUmEB999Yr6bXNjTf59ahvPoMDkEZlEDjugAsWNu1WCJQn8i_Rfh0c5ufAb9vCHN_4bbhB4EWdKezUgeoZd5a66l4NWG57g8FbYa0lhihWDXqLH58FAeLWCkZR6ayxluX5nH0C4/s16000/22_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgXW1NPLG_BuIasZQJV2jlU7bfgmPzOvIv-uw3Cg0mQOzsMR5TsKrCLPFtmwkZ-VGVdlLRcJ3e-f9bFLfQBcucfzsuTqKazYV5tpZM3qko776mbf1pjRGySSAObWvtUFCEGW1LljRlkDCU0jcjfpNmX7Wtof274gkN70JIg-f4d-CzRs-PObNlkVaWKI/s588/23_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="588" data-original-width="441" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgXW1NPLG_BuIasZQJV2jlU7bfgmPzOvIv-uw3Cg0mQOzsMR5TsKrCLPFtmwkZ-VGVdlLRcJ3e-f9bFLfQBcucfzsuTqKazYV5tpZM3qko776mbf1pjRGySSAObWvtUFCEGW1LljRlkDCU0jcjfpNmX7Wtof274gkN70JIg-f4d-CzRs-PObNlkVaWKI/s16000/23_Tenuta%20Geremia's%20roses_My_little_old_world_%C2%A9.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">In the hope you've enjoyed this stroll amongst ancient and English roses which, with their scents, colors and shades, have blessed our home last June, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I'm leaving you with my biggest hug, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Dearest Friends and Readers!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">See you soon </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">❤</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbn7WoN-GG788fpTioWgLdKsyzz6v1QuhbK7fqU5MXLyTFWCfJCva5QXGCU4Vitneezw8nvzL1lyD4XVNr09bSFdybh97owfFbcUKWc4JImmzUg-d9K1i1xKgsGxM8jbtaAise0SVdgQyeCwzig61SbBa58CB43yTeAf7RFzydOIbRFHAAvmuiqb_mBVY/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbn7WoN-GG788fpTioWgLdKsyzz6v1QuhbK7fqU5MXLyTFWCfJCva5QXGCU4Vitneezw8nvzL1lyD4XVNr09bSFdybh97owfFbcUKWc4JImmzUg-d9K1i1xKgsGxM8jbtaAise0SVdgQyeCwzig61SbBa58CB43yTeAf7RFzydOIbRFHAAvmuiqb_mBVY/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5v_Hb_hJmVLtmZW1h7h5BN_QmRH4XiRFuw1qLKjniXOIWih2F2WK9FvlnVGtjH4qJg_bTroS-t-tM4W4PNTI0yBnpPMTT7PZykIGi51JyFtvQNKxDzTAc1JFk8Vv7MiNCsUbiJ_rZhAovElU2-D5xAew7UfBZF7Dg96oDXw1zHXXmoaEed5-wrKUX9xA/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5v_Hb_hJmVLtmZW1h7h5BN_QmRH4XiRFuw1qLKjniXOIWih2F2WK9FvlnVGtjH4qJg_bTroS-t-tM4W4PNTI0yBnpPMTT7PZykIGi51JyFtvQNKxDzTAc1JFk8Vv7MiNCsUbiJ_rZhAovElU2-D5xAew7UfBZF7Dg96oDXw1zHXXmoaEed5-wrKUX9xA/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Monsieur La Doulaise; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>Oh, Raccoglimi la Rosa</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">IMMAGINE DI FRONTESPIZIO: </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>Little White Pet</i>, </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Floribunda Rose,</span><span style="font-family: georgia;">1897, Peter Henderson (USA)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">Oh, raccoglimi la rosa, la rosa,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">Mentre ancora in fiore la troviamo,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">Perché l'estate sorride, ma l'estate va,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">E l'inverno è dietro di lei che aspetta.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">IMMAGINI 2-3-4-5-6: </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>Geoff Hamilton</i>, English</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Rose, </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">1997, David Austin (ENGLAND)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Perché con il sogno non realizzato, non compiuto,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;">E l'azione persa per sempre,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il seme del rimpianto continuerà a deteriorarlo,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;">E il tempo non lo trasformerà mai più.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-family: georgia;">IMMAGINI 7-8-9-10-11:</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> <i>Alba Plena</i>, </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Banksiae Rose, </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">1807, William Kerr (ENGLAND)</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sarebbe così bello amarti, amore mio, </span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;">E ingannare ad ogni risata</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il destino al di sotto di noi, e sopra,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il buio prima e dopo.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">IMMAGINI 12-13-14-15-16-17-18: </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>Sweet Juliet</i>, English Rose, David Austin, 1989 (ENGLAND) e Hybrid Tea Rose, <i>Étoile de Holland</i>, 1879, Antoni Verschuren (NETHERLANDS)</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il mirto e la rosa, la rosa,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il sole e la rondine,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il sogno che viene, la speranza che se ne va</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;">I ricordi che seguono!</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Willian Ernest Henley (1849 - 1903)</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span>IMMAGINI 19-20-21-22-23:</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i> Marie-Jeanne</i><span>, Polyantha Rose, 1913, Eugène Turbat & Compagnie (FRANCE)</span></span></div></div></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Nella speranza che vi sia stata gradita questa passeggiata tra rose antiche ed inglesi che, con il loro profumo, i loro colori e le loro sfumature, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">hanno avvolto la nostra casa, lo scorso giugno, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Vi lascio con il mio più grande abbraccio</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Carissimi Lettori ed Amici!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">A presto </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">❤</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlElsTSvV2lQc7hhAzrQ4M8CIfsl2J2Mzyb4ma-sSL3ZJo48wbLQUlgTryKEO-ERRwfAfu1pn6Xpwq-htypTtrI_v7AAyCu3EvgXPh0jgZ8Y3TdtR0ZsIzlMv-VM4cdFyY-7Ixy19gAYEdn7CADXfVGTzQHsWWAOMrBGUxuXRYC25nm-kv3K9TEI5a5c/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlElsTSvV2lQc7hhAzrQ4M8CIfsl2J2Mzyb4ma-sSL3ZJo48wbLQUlgTryKEO-ERRwfAfu1pn6Xpwq-htypTtrI_v7AAyCu3EvgXPh0jgZ8Y3TdtR0ZsIzlMv-VM4cdFyY-7Ixy19gAYEdn7CADXfVGTzQHsWWAOMrBGUxuXRYC25nm-kv3K9TEI5a5c/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh63nMNyXpUnkSqmHI4W9tDeMettkx1At9ny0Mrs7F8A4_BcUavsw3LrpAE16_G3jmbMAZgcAQrxv_UnxQvsO5rnXrH463l7nkZZpUHEuVJTuwC84bScA_-T5477OLZ0bwZYxseRY6cIJH4dy-glDKzrcHzqXeg0iVc4NYIKGU8gq0imJLKonq2pABx5Z0/s281/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="254" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh63nMNyXpUnkSqmHI4W9tDeMettkx1At9ny0Mrs7F8A4_BcUavsw3LrpAE16_G3jmbMAZgcAQrxv_UnxQvsO5rnXrH463l7nkZZpUHEuVJTuwC84bScA_-T5477OLZ0bwZYxseRY6cIJH4dy-glDKzrcHzqXeg0iVc4NYIKGU8gq0imJLKonq2pABx5Z0/s1600/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" width="254" /></a></div><b><br /></b><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;">LINKING WITH:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://familycorner.blogspot.com/2023/07/blog-365-191-happy-homemaker-monday.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HAPPY HOMEMAKER MONDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2023/07/youre-star-week1-garden-july-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2023/07/youre-star-week1-garden-july-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">YOU'RE THE STAR BLOG-HOP, JULY- Week#1 - GARDENING</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://myworldthrumycameralens.blogspot.com/2023/07/my-corner-of-world_0938775658.html">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">This post was featured by Angie @ <a href="http://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2023/07/tuesdays-with-twist-blog-hop-534.html">God's Growing Garden</a> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">and earned the very first place of three!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I'm so honored by this, I have no words which to thank you with, Lovely Lady <span style="text-align: left;">❥</span></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://myworldthrumycameralens.blogspot.com/2023/07/my-corner-of-world_0938775658.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">MY CORNER OF THE WORLD</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/07/vintage-charm-party-397.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">VINTAGE CHARM PARTY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Cecilia @ <a href="https://mythriftstoreaddiction.blogspot.com/2023/07/vintage-charm-party-398.html?sc=1689799273576#c7308437190013389395">My Thrift Store Addiction</a> has featured this post presenting it with such touching words:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Roses have a special place in my heart--despite their delicate appearance, they grace my garden with their beautiful blooms even during record breaking summer heat! In O, Gather Me the Rose, Dany of My Little Old World honors these lovely flowers with poetry and a breathtaking virtual garden stroll that had me longing for the ability to smell her beautiful photographs!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I'm feeling speechless and moved, thank you Sweet Lady</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;">❥</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/homestead-blog-hop-453/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HOMESTEAD BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://goodrandomfun.blogspot.com/2023/07/beaching-it.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">COMMUNAL GLOBAL</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="http://goodrandomfun.blogspot.com/2023/07/on-boardwalkboardwalk_0699761168.html">LITTLE THINGS THURSDAY</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.myslicesoflife.com/2023/07/encouraging-hearts-and-home-not-your.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">ENCOURAGING HEARTS AND HOME</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/2023/07/anything-goes-pink-saturday-july-15-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">PINK SATURDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lifeasaleowife.com/2023/07/16/happiness-is-homemade-487/#google_vignette"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HAPPINESS IS HOMEMADE</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-69/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://mersad-photography.blogspot.com/2023/07/sunset-over-grabovica-lake-through-my.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">THROUGH MY LENS</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com/2023/07/lulu-poses-awww-monday-inspiring-quote.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">AWWW MONDAYS</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://image-in-ing.blogspot.com/2023/07/a-visit-to-sarah-p-duke-garden.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">IMAGE-IN-ING</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-70243249566429741922023-06-21T17:53:00.015+02:002023-08-09T09:37:08.874+02:00Princess "K", the Secret Love of Crown Prince Rudolf von Habsburg-Lorraine<p style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span face="apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Segoe UI, Roboto, Helvetica Neue, Arial, sans-serif, Apple Color Emoji, Segoe UI Emoji, Segoe UI Symbol"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">
<span><span face="apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Segoe UI, Roboto, Helvetica Neue, Arial, sans-serif, Apple Color Emoji, Segoe UI Emoji, Segoe UI Symbol"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: 12pt;">My love, how many ways to reach a kiss of yours,</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">
</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">what a wandering loneliness up to your company!</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pablo
Neruda (1904-1973) da <span style="border: none; display: inline-block; padding: 0cm;"><span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><b></b></i></span></span></span><span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b><i>Cento
Sonetti d’Amore</i> (1959)<i>, </i>Sonetto II<i>, </i></b></span></span></span><span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><b>Mattino</b></i></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; padding: 0cm;"><span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; padding: 0cm;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; padding: 0cm;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv6Hk5NgqXBfFbFzTLBZNLtuBZkFqAbmGeTpOigU8tOQe-xhQxImuo0nVI93_KKXGrAnhuLc1JplCp6critUdaX4AHeEfk-6IU1ef3IG9IvkTBIQmpBznYrqESU-X5f5plzjZEbs7IZEZOOjoFEuHqAB3SzvCA_E4VipMRgPsUhJmRuJegFokeqdxp/s1575/5.25%20x%205.25%20in.%20bis%20copy%20with%20signature.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1575" data-original-width="1575" height="509" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv6Hk5NgqXBfFbFzTLBZNLtuBZkFqAbmGeTpOigU8tOQe-xhQxImuo0nVI93_KKXGrAnhuLc1JplCp6critUdaX4AHeEfk-6IU1ef3IG9IvkTBIQmpBznYrqESU-X5f5plzjZEbs7IZEZOOjoFEuHqAB3SzvCA_E4VipMRgPsUhJmRuJegFokeqdxp/w509-h509/5.25%20x%205.25%20in.%20bis%20copy%20with%20signature.png" width="509" /></a></div></i></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Left: Princess Olga, called </span><i style="font-family: inherit;">Princess K</i><span style="font-family: inherit;">, photographed in the late 1880's.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Right above: the princess, who was three years old at the time (1868), holds her sister Maria, two year her senior, by her hand, and their mother Aleksandra is behind them; below: she is portrayed next to her sister a year later (1869). At that time they had already been legally adopted by Pyotr Albedinsky who had married Aleksandra at the end of the year 1865. (A detail: as you can see, the chaise longue in the last image is the same on which Princess Olga sits as an adult)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">When
Crown Prince Rudolf von Habsburg-Lorraine, son of the Emperor of
Austria-Hungary Franz Josef and of his spouse, Empress Elisabeth,
named </span><i style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">Sisi</i><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">, first met her, she was just a young girl: it was
1878, the year of his </span><i style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">Grand-Tour</i><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">, and the chance was just this
travel of his around the main courts of Europe and the Middle-East,
made to increase his knowledge of the world and of people, of art and of history. He was aged twenty, he was a young handsome man, </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0y_b3YMJMQw76WuyiCgw6OT_3uExBW-6LM0DNcrNzNY3CvwAD_hZegOJld7cNjew-0Ir4RzDuVMH6H2WkIzuQQRH4lMH08rlGcYYKHgRRNXXE_gnSzJ7pfuOWTA5UK7KdQ7S9c7RIh_iz9eX50_b6uupAS8P6Q_iOx95yTqis3ed55Pa9dXuULbed/s632/Crown%20prince%20Rudolf%20aged%2020%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="632" data-original-width="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0y_b3YMJMQw76WuyiCgw6OT_3uExBW-6LM0DNcrNzNY3CvwAD_hZegOJld7cNjew-0Ir4RzDuVMH6H2WkIzuQQRH4lMH08rlGcYYKHgRRNXXE_gnSzJ7pfuOWTA5UK7KdQ7S9c7RIh_iz9eX50_b6uupAS8P6Q_iOx95yTqis3ed55Pa9dXuULbed/s16000/Crown%20prince%20Rudolf%20aged%2020%20copy.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">while she was
at the threshold of her adolescence, but he immediately fell in love
with her: her lively temper, her joy-filled way to express herself
charmed him and won his heart. Actually he had never knew such a
delightsome girl before than then. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>When Rudolf was twenty, he met two charming Russian girls, the illegitimate daughters of </i></b></span></span><b><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script"; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Czar Alexander</span></span><span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script"; font-size: large; font-style: italic;"> </span><span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">II</span></span></span></b><b><span><span><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large; font-style: italic;">.</span></span></span></b><b><span><span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large; font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large; font-style: italic;">The younger one, known to her friends as K., was enchanting: pretty, vivacious, full of mischief. He fell in love with her and she with him. It was a gay flirtation.</span></span></span></b><b><sup>1</sup></b></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">They
became close friends at once, indeed, theirs was surely love at first sight and it is likely that they exchanged letters
which remained, however, hidden from everybody, and which were
probably destroyed, along with other documents, after the Mayerling
tragedy. </span></span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">When
the Emperor decided it was the moment to find a wife to his heir,
Rudolf immediately expressed his will: he wanted to marry the young
girl who everybody at court went on calling Princess K., but his
father showed his disappointment without any restraint.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>The Emperor was appalled at the very thought - an illegitimate princess to become Empress?'Rudolf must be mad!' Less understandably the Czar was equally opposed to the match, probably because he too subscribed to the principle that an illegitimate daughter of a monarch - even his own - was not fit to become an Empress.</i></b></span></span><b> <sup>2</sup></b></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">In fact this charming girl had noble blood flowing in her veins since if her father was the Emperor of Russsia, her mother was a princess, she was </span></span><span style="font-family: Rouge Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Princess Aleksandra Sergeyevna Dolgorukaya who was Lady of honour of the Czarina Maria Aleksandrovna. But then she was the mistress of </span></span><span style="font-family: Rouge Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Czar Alexander</span> </span><span><span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;">II </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Rouge Script;"> <span style="font-size: x-large;">and theirs was an extra-marital relaxion, and both Maria and Olga were considered'royal bastards', as they were sadly called at those times.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3edgtwzh6chIS3XO7wcf7t7ePr4C_c4KtIJzOPHZSNw63HB6ly-zbmi1D9JkYV7Nq2JhZuEB46wGTIvzasQlUOIFPFdX6mSW_gU82SXjnL_DJLRiUxULJc-Vatu25rMi-7iviJP5oXEhY4jHZ50iImz0M8oOenJsYifVvNGv-JY6bdd5xkv9owHRtC3o/s564/Czar%20Alexander%20II%20in%201864%20and%20Princess%20Aleksandra%20-My_little_old_world-%20%C2%A9.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="564" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3edgtwzh6chIS3XO7wcf7t7ePr4C_c4KtIJzOPHZSNw63HB6ly-zbmi1D9JkYV7Nq2JhZuEB46wGTIvzasQlUOIFPFdX6mSW_gU82SXjnL_DJLRiUxULJc-Vatu25rMi-7iviJP5oXEhY4jHZ50iImz0M8oOenJsYifVvNGv-JY6bdd5xkv9owHRtC3o/w506-h360/Czar%20Alexander%20II%20in%201864%20and%20Princess%20Aleksandra%20-My_little_old_world-%20%C2%A9.png" width="506" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span>One day Rudolf would have inherited the throne of an empire and couldn't allow himself to follow his feelings, emotions and passions, his marriage was a matter of politics, of State, which nothing has to do with real love, that was what his father thought. He, as a young romantic young man,</span></span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"> felt very sad thinking about the rest of his life, although he was utterly devote to the future of Austria-Hungary; his was something like a mission, and satisfying his father maybe he would have brought them closer to each other, smoothing out the frequent conflicts that were making their lives so difficult </span></span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script"; font-size: x-large;">-</span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script"; font-size: x-large;"> they had a completely different views of politics, which is why Franz Josef was keeping him out of State affairs. </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span>His noble blood required to join that of a princess of true and legal aristocrat roots. </span></span><span style="font-family: Rouge Script;">At that time there were only three young Catholic Princesses who were worthy of being chosen as spouses for a future Emperor, but they offered just a little as for beauty and intelligence. </span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">The least worst of the three seemed to be the second child of King Leopold</span></span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"> </span></span><span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">II</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">of Belgium, Princess Stephanie.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHZUJjPCT2xSbCtZW3geNuhSzsMExRWcPyo06bug4arFbZhzwB50TSS-KzotambdloQkzMYYxvz4qpYNZS9fUsuYWp_rBrXeODwy7hh802-mNZdRXjroFqU3fUH3dWYgQQxxrm66rowKxSDESYoFrlGNGgDKWZx_SCjszNpDNWSIT5pJw7AxBHuhuU/s576/Princess%20Stephanie%20of%20Belgium%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="379" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHZUJjPCT2xSbCtZW3geNuhSzsMExRWcPyo06bug4arFbZhzwB50TSS-KzotambdloQkzMYYxvz4qpYNZS9fUsuYWp_rBrXeODwy7hh802-mNZdRXjroFqU3fUH3dWYgQQxxrm66rowKxSDESYoFrlGNGgDKWZx_SCjszNpDNWSIT5pJw7AxBHuhuU/s16000/Princess%20Stephanie%20of%20Belgium%20copy.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">Even though she was a Rudolf's relative - Marie Henriette of Habsburg-Lorraine, the mother of Stephanie, was a Franz Josef's cousin - they had never had the chance to meet themselves before. And so it was that in May 1880 a trip was organized that had the purpouse to lead the Austrian Archduke to Brussels. </span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">Rudolf had already gone to the Belgian capital on other occasions, but only for leisure, and never went to court; this time he had to meet his future wife, so he went to the Royal Palace where his future parents-in-law were waiting for him. This engagement and wedding were immediately decided and w</span></span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">hat seemed to be the marriage of the century, advocated by the court of origin of the far young bride and that of the groom, in a couple of years became a real hell for both of them. And after less than eight years it tragically ended in the Mayerling hunting lodge, on the morning of January 30, 1889, when Rudolf died of a violent death. </span></span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Bur let's come back to Princess K. </span></span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Our pleasant Archduke didn't had forgotten this considerable love of his, indeed, it was becaoming important more and more as his marriage went on deteriorating. </span></span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">As soon as he knew that he wouldn't be able to give a future to the throne - Stephanie, a few years after the birth of the little Erszebeth Marie, became sterile as a result of a venereal desease that Rudolf had trasmitted to her - he felt as his whole life had lost its whole meaning. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;"><span><span><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;"><span><span><i><b>In this condition his mind began wandering back to the past, and the picture of the charming Princess K. emerged more and more vividly. She had not married. Suddenly Rudolf felt that he had to see her again. Perhaps she would cheer him, and give him new vitality. </b></i></span></span><i><b>He got in touch with her, and they arranged to meet in Switzerland in strict incognito.</b></i></span><b> <sup>3</sup></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Thus he made up his mind and, taking the chance of the absence from Vienna both of his wife and of his mother, with his cousin Johann Salvador's help, he decided to meet his beloved girl. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">It was September 16, 1888 when Rudolf reached the Castel of Prégny</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhzWZPMoZEmzHWUvFBbNvhk9NGSApLpd9SDYuH5kvzEfK8I2j1waalc_8-mz3SWtB7RTS44UFRIGy0xThzIReG7qSgYmcpMWGVShAMZ_ehPdjJu1QIr5s-MhqO1rc3iolVuXYhp-SD8B2JfV6Cq6N4EqyzsCwNEyipoPZB1c9Oj-gThDy2lLt_FgNO/s1148/Castle%20of%20Pr%C3%A9gny.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="732" data-original-width="1148" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhzWZPMoZEmzHWUvFBbNvhk9NGSApLpd9SDYuH5kvzEfK8I2j1waalc_8-mz3SWtB7RTS44UFRIGy0xThzIReG7qSgYmcpMWGVShAMZ_ehPdjJu1QIr5s-MhqO1rc3iolVuXYhp-SD8B2JfV6Cq6N4EqyzsCwNEyipoPZB1c9Oj-gThDy2lLt_FgNO/w496-h316/Castle%20of%20Pr%C3%A9gny.jpeg" width="496" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">which was the Summer residence of Baroness Julie von Rothschild and her husband, Baron Adolf, belonging to the Viennese branch of the family of the far famous German bankers. Inside this amazing castle, facing the Lake Geneva, it was preserved and hidden the proof of this meeting of his with the Russian Princess. A</span></span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">fter two days Rudolf was back in Vienna, and nobody, except for Johann Salvador, knew what had happened. Nine months later a little boy went into the world. We should say into the'New World' given he was born in America, in Hot Springs, Arkansas, at what was at the time the St. Joseph's Infirmary.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcdpGPf_oDu0ku7aXn4BYS1XCrD1vwd24faPeNRdSslrm-oa92C7DUSG1OS8swcYPo7Vq_YlhCNOrevyXmBXPpNe2Py5hIWQ02n-C0ALC5hGcRDE8mX-ofb1u6ohM8elMrRWNWHIFFTfSrRq3b-QgM8WZ16bVy9KO0UmyEULY1nFewezCjqs0EWFIY/s3132/FOTO%201%20-%20St.Joseph%20Infirmary%20a%20Hot%20Springs.png" style="font-family: "Rouge Script"; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2198" data-original-width="3132" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcdpGPf_oDu0ku7aXn4BYS1XCrD1vwd24faPeNRdSslrm-oa92C7DUSG1OS8swcYPo7Vq_YlhCNOrevyXmBXPpNe2Py5hIWQ02n-C0ALC5hGcRDE8mX-ofb1u6ohM8elMrRWNWHIFFTfSrRq3b-QgM8WZ16bVy9KO0UmyEULY1nFewezCjqs0EWFIY/w395-h277/FOTO%201%20-%20St.Joseph%20Infirmary%20a%20Hot%20Springs.png" width="395" /></a></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Rouge Script"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">The St. Joseph Infirmary with the very first nuns who came from Kentucky </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">with the order to open and to lead it.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">This image dates back to September 24, 1888, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">a few months before Rudolf's son was born and was kept hidden in it. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">For sure, amongst them, there's who helped Princess K to give birth to her child and took care of them both</span></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;">Probably you wonder why this child was born in America if his mother was Russian, and Rudolf's Family lived in Vienna.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;">Actually, as soon as Princess K. knew about the tragedy occured in Mayerling, together with her old nanny, left Russia: she was afraid to be found from the secret police from Vienna and to be forced to miscarry her baby. Everybody lost her traces, even her family. The only one she preserved contact with was her sister Princess Maria, who will go to America and arrived just in time to see the young Olga perish of hardship: she had no money with her when she left the court in </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Rouge Script;">St. Petersburg and, until then, they were the nuns who took care of her and of her baby as they could. Of the nanny were lost every traces: probably she went somewhere in Europe. </span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">But the child had to remain in America, that was the princess's last will, as said the nuns.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;">Looking at him with a loving gaze, Maria's attention was captured by her sister's gold chain, which she now saw wrapped around the small wrist of the child she had given birth to: its pendant, a cross, certainly meant to mean that whatever name would have been given to him, whatever fate befell him, no one could have ever doubted his faith.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">He was so adorable! It was absolutely not easy for her to make up her mind, but at this point Maria had nothing else to do but coming back to Russia with her heart broken and filled with sadness: s</span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">he had to go on living as if nothing would ever happened, forgetting everything</span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"> although knowing she </span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">won't have seen her beloved younger sister and her little nephew again.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Rouge Script;">By his mother he was given a quite important name - Rudolf Franz Alexander Napoleon Augustus Maximilian Karl Josef </span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">but it was changed just to be sure that anybody could find him: he was thought to be a danger for the throne - having Habsburg roots, once became adult, he could have claimed a right to the succession at the Danubian double monarchy; he could have be seen as a threat.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;">That's why his real name was forgotten. When he was a little less than two years old he entered the St. Ann's Orphan Asylum in St. Louis, </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">Missouri, </span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">with the name of</span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"> </span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">James Cleveland </span></span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Longstreet and remained there until he was eleven although the other children, when they reached the age of three, went to St. Mary's Orphanage if they were female, and to St. Joseph's Home for Boys, if they were male.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0OyAivPY_BzGj11Sdjtuk_xb77eNiyU1BsLIUTMimMeUAJudHoFwbFHIbCPAcoOvuCQVgLNlVZO-UFwkUzdqei-3RgfRJYVRVqunUaSTAKw_6huUTgWqID8GHKb1MVqf5B_iu8qPcofBnWArXisij1nIgVA5gr8VUlMSTGiL4k0yH1o3DqtmDamfB/s1024/St.Ann's%20Orphan%20Asylum.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="646" data-original-width="1024" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0OyAivPY_BzGj11Sdjtuk_xb77eNiyU1BsLIUTMimMeUAJudHoFwbFHIbCPAcoOvuCQVgLNlVZO-UFwkUzdqei-3RgfRJYVRVqunUaSTAKw_6huUTgWqID8GHKb1MVqf5B_iu8qPcofBnWArXisij1nIgVA5gr8VUlMSTGiL4k0yH1o3DqtmDamfB/w458-h289/St.Ann's%20Orphan%20Asylum.jpg" width="458" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">He won't have an easy life at all: he would have find himself living, as a child, without a roof on his head, side by side with pioneers, outlaws, cow-boys, gold seekers and cattle thieves, in a Land the history of which still had to be written. He wasn't aware of it, but there was always a 'special eye' looking over him: Emperor Franz Josef always knew where his grandson was and where to find him, and always instructed someone, amongst the most eminent personages of the place, to take care of him without the young boy realized of it. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">But that's another story you'll find in the book I wrote.</span><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv00cGw-vE-7ZaTYF2JD95vUBhHVAaXzi8x8fnN3jL-9dTE66jOW8X7DqfwSne81EtxJwiNSLHTgQrUA2PUISP_Kav4SuN3UX6QHNg_8mY8HXpK6bgWv4YlaZAz2MyL0W1WY8zmWuTycdUrWLpZIOcmaFYxBR6vaIBan-e1zJc24SByKlT8VP9P8d8/s1788/Il%20figlio%20americano%20di%20Rodolfo%20d'Asburgo-copertina.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="1181" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv00cGw-vE-7ZaTYF2JD95vUBhHVAaXzi8x8fnN3jL-9dTE66jOW8X7DqfwSne81EtxJwiNSLHTgQrUA2PUISP_Kav4SuN3UX6QHNg_8mY8HXpK6bgWv4YlaZAz2MyL0W1WY8zmWuTycdUrWLpZIOcmaFYxBR6vaIBan-e1zJc24SByKlT8VP9P8d8/w423-h640/Il%20figlio%20americano%20di%20Rodolfo%20d'Asburgo-copertina.jpg" width="423" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">NOTES: </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">1 - Daniela Lasagnini, <i>Il figlio americano di Rodolfo d'Asburgo</i>, Trieste, MGS PRESS, 2021, p.26 <span style="color: #202122;"><i>.</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: #202122;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: #202122;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">2 - Cfr<i>. </i></span></span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Daniela Lasagnini, <i>Il figlio americano di Rodolfo d'Asburgo</i>, Trieste, MGS PRESS, 2021, p.27 . </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: #202122;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: #202122;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">3 <i>- </i></span></span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Judith </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: #202122;">Listowel,</span></span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: #202122;"><span><i> Crown Prince Rudolph. A Habsburg Tragedy</i></span></span></span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: #202122;">, New York, Dorset Press, 1978, p.296 .</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>See you soon, </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>Dearest Friends and Readers of mine,</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>enjoy this so lovely time of the year!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">❤ </span></p><p></p>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfYFvXpBfAX_YBiYhSrRenV7Ymp30tawD_DTKA8pWuanYJwDPWlEMSJ9TUVa-AuePcYzFpVX1yMMn6fN-Tvl5EBAMzD10DXEmqeob3-G0RVwOrx9pxpCR2GrdUuQShfEPGOvHB7LnNKXbHPBu5BuHO2UJPa-dB1WOflByJkraB7K8fHEDJ9fkkDOo0/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfYFvXpBfAX_YBiYhSrRenV7Ymp30tawD_DTKA8pWuanYJwDPWlEMSJ9TUVa-AuePcYzFpVX1yMMn6fN-Tvl5EBAMzD10DXEmqeob3-G0RVwOrx9pxpCR2GrdUuQShfEPGOvHB7LnNKXbHPBu5BuHO2UJPa-dB1WOflByJkraB7K8fHEDJ9fkkDOo0/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMsUWyRDMKvxZNlBkhYomiJ9Qn0_oMAPLvJO450q48SCIv_iM5p2jxBqL7WD2zNUIjRTrDq9cPjpxQnCt65wpF_y7WByHz0hh2n1WBCZF7Bd4AIi8o_pDSb_Fz5naEmgRUEDdAImHotB2URMuG3rLQpRUzJs2uM0c1lEhP41C7Jzi58kj5FP0T7D1A/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMsUWyRDMKvxZNlBkhYomiJ9Qn0_oMAPLvJO450q48SCIv_iM5p2jxBqL7WD2zNUIjRTrDq9cPjpxQnCt65wpF_y7WByHz0hh2n1WBCZF7Bd4AIi8o_pDSb_Fz5naEmgRUEDdAImHotB2URMuG3rLQpRUzJs2uM0c1lEhP41C7Jzi58kj5FP0T7D1A/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>La principessa "K", amore segreto del </i></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><i style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: xx-large;"> </i></div><h1 style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i style="font-weight: normal;"><i>principe </i>ereditario Rodolfo d'Asburgo-Lorena</i></span></h1><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><p style="font-size: medium; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span face="apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Segoe UI, Roboto, Helvetica Neue, Arial, sans-serif, Apple Color Emoji, Segoe UI Emoji, Segoe UI Symbol"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: 12pt;">Amore, quante strade per giungere a un bacio,</span></span></span></p><p style="font-size: medium;"></p><p style="font-size: medium; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"></p><div style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">che solitudine errante fino alla tua compagnia!</span></span></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><br /></div><p style="font-size: medium; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></p><div style="font-size: medium;">Pablo Neruda (1904-1973) da <span style="border: none; display: inline-block; padding: 0cm;"><span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><b></b></i></span></span></span><span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b><i>Cento Sonetti d’Amore</i> (1959)<i>, </i>Sonetto II<i>, </i></b></span></span></span><span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><b>Mattino</b></i></span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; padding: 0cm;"><span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; padding: 0cm;"><span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span></span></span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span> IMMAGINE DI FRONTESPIZIO - </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>A sx: la principessa Olga, chiamata Principessa K, fotografata alla fine degli anni ‘80 del 1800. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>A dx: in alto la principessa, che allora aveva tre anni (1868), tiene per mano la sorella Maria, maggiore di due anni, ed è con loro la madre Aleksandra; in basso è ritratta accanto alla sorella un anno dopo (1869). Allora erano già state legalmente adottate da Pyotr Albedinsky che aveva sposato Aleksandra alla fine dell’anno 1865 (Un dettaglio: come potete vedere la chaise longue presente nell’ultima immagine è la stessa su cui si appoggia la principessa Olga da adulta).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">Quando il principe ereditario Rodolfo d'Asburgo-Lorena, figlio dell'imperatore d'Austria-Ungheria Francesco Giuseppe e della sua consorte, l'imperatrice Elisabetta, detta Sisi, la incontrò per la prima volta, non era altro che una ragazzina: era il </span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">1878, l'anno del suo </span><i style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">Grand-Tour</i><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">, e tale occasione gli fu offerta proprio da questo viaggio che lo condusse a visitare le principali Corti europee ed il Medio -Oriente, un viaggio compiuto per incrementare le sue conoscenze del mondo e della gente, dell'arte, della storia. Egli aveva allora vent'anni, ed era un giovane di bell'aspetto,</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">IMMAGINE 2 - </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Il principe ereditario Rodolfo in una fotografia risalente al periodo del suo <i>Grand-Tour</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">mentre ella si trovava non oltre le soglie dell'adolescenza, ma immediatamente egli se ne invaghì: il suo temperamento vivace, il suo modo di esprimersi così pieno di vita lo affascinarono e conquistarono il suo cuore. In realtà Rodolfo non aveva mai conosciuto una ragazza così piacente prima di allora. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Quando Rodolfo aveva vent'anni, conobbe due affascinanti ragazzine russe, figlie illegittime dello zar Alessandro</i></b></span></span><b style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script"; font-size: large; font-style: italic;"> </span><span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">II</span></span></span></b><b style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large; font-style: italic;">.</span></span></span></b><b style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large; font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large; font-style: italic;">La più giovane, chiamata dagli amici 'K' , era incantevole: carina, spumeggiante e decisamente maliziosa. Egli s'innamorò di lei, lei di lui. Fu un corteggiamento giocoso.</span></span></span></b><b style="font-family: inherit;"><sup>1</sup></b></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Al principio diventarono amici intimi, anzi, in realtà il loro fu amore a prima vista ed è verosimile che si siano scambiati lettere, che rimasero, comunque, tenute lontano dagli occhi di tutti e che andarono probabilmente distrutte, insieme con altri documenti, dopo la tragedia di Mayerling. Quando l'imperatore decise che fosse arrivato il momento di trovare una consorte per il suo erede, Rodolfo espresse nell'immediato il proprio desiderio: egli voleva sposare la giovane ragazza che tutti a Corte continuavano a chiamare principessa'K', ma suo padre espresse il suo sconcerto senza il benché minimo ritegno.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Il solo pensiero impietrì l'imperatore - una principessa illegittima futura imperatrice? 'Rodolfo deve essere impazzito!' Meno comprensibilmente anche lo zar si oppose al matrimonio, forse perché anch'egli condivideva il principio che la figlia illegittima di un monarca - anche se in questo caso era la sua - non fosse adatta a divenire imperatrice.</i></b></span></span><b> <sup>2</sup></b></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">In realtà questa giovane affascinante aveva sangue nobile nelle proprie vene visto che suo padre era l'imperatore di tutte le Russie e sua madre era una principessa, la principessa </span></span><span style="font-family: Rouge Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Aleksandra Sergeyevna Dolgorukaya, dama d'onore della zarina Maria Aleksandrovna. Ma dello zar ella era l'amante e la loro era una relazione extraconiugale, per cui sia la principessa Olga che sua sorella maggiore Maria erano considerate figlie non legittime (a quel tempo erano chiamate 'royal bastards' ossia bastarde reali).</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">IMMAGINE 3 - </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lo zar Alessandro II e la principessa Aleksandra Sergeyevna Dolgorukaya fotografati al tempo della loro relazione.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Rouge Script"; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span>Un giorno Rodolfo avrebbe ereditato il trono di un impero e non poteva permettersi di assecondare i propri sentimenti, le proprie emozioni, le proprie passioni; il suo matrimonio era di pertinenza politica, era un affare di Stato che nulla ha a che spartire con il vero amore, ecco cosa pensava suo padre. Egli, allora giovane romantico, fu colto da un'improvvisa tristezza pensando a cosa poteva riservargli il resto della sua vita, nonostante fosse totalmente devoto al futuro dell'Austria-Ungheria: la sua era una sorta di missione, e, appagare suo padre, forse, avrebbe significato un riavvicinamento tra loro ed avrebbe appianato i frequenti dissidi che stavano rendendo le loro vite così difficili - avevano vedute completamente differenti in fatto di politica, motivo per cui Francesco Giuseppe lo teneva all'oscuro delle questioni ufficiali d'interesse nazionale e non solo. Al suo sangue nobile era necessario unire quello di una principessa le cui radici fossero davvero e legalmente aristocratiche. A quel tempo vi erano solamente tre giovani principesse cattoliche degne di diventare spose di un futuro imperatore, ma avevano ben poco da offrire in quanto a bellezza ed intelligenza. La meno peggio delle tre sembrava essere la principessa Stefania, figlia secondogenita del re Leopoldo</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">II</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">del Belgio.</span></span></span></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">IMMAGINE 4 - </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">La giovanissima principessa Stefania del Belgio, futura fidanzata del principe ereditario Rodolfo </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">Seppure parente di Rodolfo - Maria Enrichetta d'Asburgo-Lorena, madre di Stefania, era cugina di Francesco Giuseppe - costoro non avevano mai avuto alcuna occasione d'incontrarsi prima. E fu così che nel maggio del 1880 fu organizzato un viaggio con l'intento di condurre l'arciduca austriaco a Bruxelles. Rodolfo era già stato nella capitale belga in altre occasioni, ma solo per svago, e mai si recò a Corte; questa volta doveva conoscere la sua futura sposa, così si recò al palazzo reale dove i suoi futuri suoceri lo stavano attendendo. Il fidanzamento ed il matrimonio che vi avrebbe fatto seguito furono decisi nell'immediato e quello che sembrava lo sposalizio del secolo, caldeggiato dalle famiglie di origine di entrambi gli sposi, si trasformò, per entrambi, in un vero e proprio inferno. E dopo poco meno di otto anni si concluse tragicamente nel casino di caccia di Mayerling, il mattino del 30 gennaio 1889, quando Rodolfo morì di morte violenta.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Ma torniamo alla principessa'K'. Il nostro bell'arciduca non aveva dimenticato questo suo importante amore, anzi, esso diventava sempre più importante a mano a mano che il suo matrimonio andava deteriorandosi.</span></span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Non appena seppe che non sarebbe stato in grado di dare un futuro al trono - Stefania, pochi anni dopo la nascita della piccola </span></span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Erszebeth Marie, divenne sterile in conseguenza ad una malattia venerea che Rodolfo aveva contratto e che le aveva trasmesso - fu come se la sua vita avesse perso ogni suo significato.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;"><span><span><i><b>In tali condizioni la sua mente cominciò a tornare con il pensiero al passato e l'immagine dell'affascinante principessa'K' emerse sempre più vividamente. Ella non si era ancora sposata. Rodolfo sentì che doveva incontrarla quanto prima. La contattò e si accordarono per incontrarsi in Svizzera nel più stretto riserbo</b></i></span></span><i><b>.</b></i></span><b> <sup>3</sup></b></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Così fu deciso: cogliendo l'occasione dell'assenza da Vienna sia della madre che della moglie e contando sulla collaborazione amichevole del cugino Johann Salvador, Rodolfo si apprestava ad incontrare la sua amata ragazza.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Era il 16 settembre 1888 quando Rodolfo raggiunse il castello di Prégny</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">IMMAGINE 5 - </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Il castello della famiglia Rothschild situato a Prégny presso Ginevra</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">che era la residenza estiva della baronessa Julie von Rothschild e di suo marito, il barone Adolf, appartenente al ramo viennese della famiglia dei famosi banchieri tedeschi. All'interno di questo incantevole castello, che si affaccia sul Lago di Ginevra, fu conservata e tenuta nascosta la prova di questo suo incontro con la principessa russa. Due giorni dopo Rodolfo era già di ritorno a Vienna e nessuno, eccetto il cugino </span></span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Johann Salvador, sapeva cosa era successo. Nove mesi più tardi venne al mondo un bambino. Dovremmo dire nel 'Nuovo Mondo' visto che nacque in America, ad Hot Springs, Arkansas, in quella che al tempo era la St. Joseph's Infirmary.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">IMMAGINE 6 - </span></div><div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">La St. Joseph Infirmary con le primissime suore che vennero dal Kentucky con l'ordine di aprirla e condurla.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Questa immagine risale al 24 settembre 1888, pochi mesi prima che il figlio di Rodolfo vi nascesse e vi fosse tenuto nascosto.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Di certo, tra di loro, vi è chi fece nascere il figlio di Rodolfo e si prese cura di lui nonché della Principessa K</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;">Probabilmente vi chiederete perché questo piccolo sia nato in America visto che sua madre era russa e la famiglia di Rodolfo viveva a Vienna.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">In realtà, non appena la principessa'K' seppe della tragedia di Mayerling lasciò la Russia insieme con la sua vecchia balia: temeva di essere trovata dalla polizia segreta viennese e di essere obbligata ad abortire la propria creatura. Tutti persero le sue tracce, anche la sua famiglia. La sola con cui rimase in contatto fu sua sorella, la principessa Maria, che raggiunse l'America ed arrivò appena in tempo per vedere la giovane Olga perire di stenti: non aveva denaro con sé quando lasciò in tutta fretta la Corte di San Pietroburgo e, fino a quel momento, furono le suore dell'infermeria a prendersi cura di lei e del suo bambino come poterono. Della bambinaia fu persa ogni traccia: probabilmente fuggì in qualche parte dell'Europa. Ma il bambino doveva rimanere in America, questa era l'ultima volontà della principessa, come dissero le suore</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span>. </span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;">Guardandolo con sguardo amorevole, l'attenzione di Maria fu catturata dalla catenina in oro di sua sorella, che ora vedeva avvolta al piccolo polso del bimbo che aveva dato alla luce: il suo ciondolo, una croce, voleva sicuramente stare a significare che qualunque nome gli fosse stato dato, qualunque destino gli fosse capitato, nessuno avrebbe potuto nutrire dubbi sul suo credo.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;"><span>Era talmente adorabile! Non fu assolutamente facile per lei prendere una decisione, ma a questo punto a Maria non rimaneva altro da fare che tornare in </span><span>Russia con il cuore spezzato e colmo di tristezza: doveva continuare la sua vita come se niente fosse accaduto, dimenticando tutto, consapevole che mai più avrebbe rivisto l'amata sorella ed il piccolo nipotino.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">Sua madre gli aveva dato un nome molto importante </span></span><span style="font-family: Rouge Script;">- Rudolf Franz Alexander Napoleon Augustus Maximilian Karl Josef, ma fu cambiato per essere certi che nessuno lo potesse trovare: si pensava che potesse essere un pericolo per il trono </span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">- avendo radici asburgiche, una volta diventato adulto, avrebbe potuto vantare diritti di successione al trono della doppia monarchia danubiana; avrebbe potuto essere visto come una minaccia.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: Rouge Script; font-size: x-large;">Ecco perché il suo vero nome fu dimenticato. Quando aveva poco meno di due anni fu messo nel St. Ann's Orphan Asylum a St. Louis, </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">Missouri, </span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">con il nome di </span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";">James Cleveland </span></span><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Longstreet, dove rimase fino all'età di undici anni sebbene tutti i bambini che vi erano alloggiati, una volta raggiunta l'età di tre anni, venivao trasferiti al St. Mary's Orphanage, se femmine, e alla St. Joseph's Home for Boys, se erano maschi.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">IMMAGINE 7 - </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Il St. Ann's Orphan Asylum di Saint Louis, Missouri, fotografato come appariva nel 1903</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">L'attenderà una vita non del tutto facile: si sarebbe ritrovato a vivere da bambino, senza il riparo di un tetto, accanto a pionieri, fuorilegge, cow-boys, cercatori d'oro e mandriani, in una Terra la cui storia era ancora tutta da scrivere. Ignorava che sarebbe sempre stato sorvegliato da un'occhio speciale': l'imperatore Francesco Giuseppe sapeva sempre dove si trovava suo nipote e dove poterlo trovare, ed istruiva immancabilmente qualcuno, scelto tra i più eminenti personaggi del luogo, perché sorvegliasse questo fanciullo cui tanto teneva, senza che egli se ne avvedesse. </span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Rouge Script";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Ma questa è un'altra storia raccontata nel libro che ho scritto.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: medium;"><br /></div></div></span></div></div></span></span></div></div><div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">IMMAGINE 8 - </span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Copertina de <i>Il figlio americano di Rodolfo d'Asburgo</i>, di Daniela Lasagnini, edito da MGS PRESS</span></div></div></div></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><p style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p></span></div></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">CITAZIONI: </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">1 - Daniela Lasagnini, <i>Il figlio americano di Rodolfo d'Asburgo</i>, Trieste, MGS PRESS, 2021, p.26 <span style="color: #202122;"><i>.</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: #202122;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: #202122;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">2 - Cfr<i>. </i></span></span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Daniela Lasagnini, <i>Il figlio americano di Rodolfo d'Asburgo</i>, op. cit., p.27 . </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: #202122;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: #202122;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">3 <i>- </i></span></span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Judith </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: #202122;">Listowel,</span></span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: #202122;"><span><i> Crown Prince Rudolph. A Habsburg Tragedy</i></span></span></span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: #202122;">, New York, Dorset Press, 1978, p.296 .</span></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: #202122;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: #202122;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: #202122;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: #202122;"><p style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>A presto, </span></span></p><p style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>miei Carissimi Amici e Lettori, </span></span></p><p style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>traete diletto da questo periodo dell'anno così bello!</span></span></p><p style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;">❤</span></span></p><p style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI746IKaVmsNp6EdW1C_T7EwR6oVbmsMDaKfkLkHpKz5IPwjqAolkQZap9l8NHDyfI2ROWBgZP0jkBegIqDkuE3uG-rMtBDm8Y7IpUfrTGPsweAqQDU01VILzvcM6k6NVWyRRiRUtGHfz5TaS6CgNbB_gcqMDBeHhHHPVfXei4n7CbY36VAZH71nchJA0/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI746IKaVmsNp6EdW1C_T7EwR6oVbmsMDaKfkLkHpKz5IPwjqAolkQZap9l8NHDyfI2ROWBgZP0jkBegIqDkuE3uG-rMtBDm8Y7IpUfrTGPsweAqQDU01VILzvcM6k6NVWyRRiRUtGHfz5TaS6CgNbB_gcqMDBeHhHHPVfXei4n7CbY36VAZH71nchJA0/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><p style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></p><p style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;"><br /></span></p><div style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;"><br /></span></div><p style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu6xT1QdLCwL6L-T3gtN0L-DzlAUva5SDQoitFLD0Y0gqH7sAcP9HO1bOunJCeK3w2c5CZcu0ukCsawjoitXjObTkIKZC6vq8kLtyuaBcBKatV0oQSmJWhxEDSmdKqoOL9hSXSdRpLlQVCFkVFOD5fCd-pmfnhix2ZbWClR2m4LNqP3jUOUGwfTzt9V_Y/s281/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="254" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu6xT1QdLCwL6L-T3gtN0L-DzlAUva5SDQoitFLD0Y0gqH7sAcP9HO1bOunJCeK3w2c5CZcu0ukCsawjoitXjObTkIKZC6vq8kLtyuaBcBKatV0oQSmJWhxEDSmdKqoOL9hSXSdRpLlQVCFkVFOD5fCd-pmfnhix2ZbWClR2m4LNqP3jUOUGwfTzt9V_Y/s1600/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" width="254" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: #202122;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;"><br /></span><p></p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>LINKING WITH:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/06/vintage-charm-party-394.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/06/vintage-charm-party-394.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">VINTAGE CHARM PARTY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/2023/06/anything-goes-pink-saturday-june-24-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">PINK SATURDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/goodbye-lauren-grace-sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-66/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com/2023/06/hidey-hole-awww-monday-inspiring-quote.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">AWWW MONDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2023/06/tuesdays-with-twist-blog-hop-531.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2023/06/tuesdays-with-twist-blog-hop-531.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://goodrandomfun.blogspot.com/2023/06/nyc-pride-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://goodrandomfun.blogspot.com/2023/06/nyc-pride-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">LITTLE THINGS THURSDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/2023/06/anything-goes-pink-saturday-july-1-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">PINK SATURDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://sweetlydreamingofthepast.blogspot.com/2023/06/david-octavius-hill-robert-adamson.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-75832442776267847372023-06-13T17:49:00.015+02:002023-08-09T09:35:30.176+02:00David Octavius Hill & Robert Adamson ~ The Album of Newhaven Fishwives<div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Today I'm taking you to Scotland, and to be more precise, in the year 1843, in what was, at that time, a humble fishing village: Newhaven, then a small gulf housing a very active port within the town of Edinburgh.</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzyadKPth_7azKQCeQ3cMcWBhlUDMriwzMAQpHOJXC2CsOq2ClB9xzvogzo1URibi6mq1luXFfs75dv2KZBGQp4uXptI5OSzxaltGDrXCV0JesT2O36Tk4iUWkrM-xl8yfjXREp4GHxBQLz6dD_hlL1dEjMu6FabOnfGIEXwGAsK3TXkXnSQDQPr1k/s1200/Newhaven%20harbor.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="890" data-original-width="1200" height="363" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzyadKPth_7azKQCeQ3cMcWBhlUDMriwzMAQpHOJXC2CsOq2ClB9xzvogzo1URibi6mq1luXFfs75dv2KZBGQp4uXptI5OSzxaltGDrXCV0JesT2O36Tk4iUWkrM-xl8yfjXREp4GHxBQLz6dD_hlL1dEjMu6FabOnfGIEXwGAsK3TXkXnSQDQPr1k/w492-h363/Newhaven%20harbor.jpg" width="492" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">What we are talking about was a very thriving fishing village that managed to survive in an exemplary way the growing industrialization and the use of machines that replaced the artisanal activities: that's why in the midst of the industrial boom this little village became the subject of the world's first photographic social documentary.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Photography was still in its infancy when the Scottish painter David Octavius Hill (1802-1870) and the chemist Robert Adamson (1821-1848) decided to give life to the very first photography studio in Scotland, which will be named <i>Hill & Adamson </i>set in Rock House on the Carlton Hill in Edimburgh<i>.</i> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSuFehQNtJJOPXjM92AjrorgtmM9O0fDYIxugee6uoQloHkz0IFqrPz4wkAx78mhs4Vh3MZNmAxFXxbmZCafyyM5dO1Iok7NTbr8OT7ouj9xTc8cQx4URABIyHlnyatyLrTaBbAEnCMJlUZD5MTSq8KHV4ucNwCQMWX3erYmx2p13LKNk7Bv68wqHt/s637/Composite%20photograph%20of%20David%20Octavius%20Hill%20(left)%20circa%201845,%20and%20Robert%20Adamson%20(right)%20circa%201845.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="409" data-original-width="637" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSuFehQNtJJOPXjM92AjrorgtmM9O0fDYIxugee6uoQloHkz0IFqrPz4wkAx78mhs4Vh3MZNmAxFXxbmZCafyyM5dO1Iok7NTbr8OT7ouj9xTc8cQx4URABIyHlnyatyLrTaBbAEnCMJlUZD5MTSq8KHV4ucNwCQMWX3erYmx2p13LKNk7Bv68wqHt/w505-h323/Composite%20photograph%20of%20David%20Octavius%20Hill%20(left)%20circa%201845,%20and%20Robert%20Adamson%20(right)%20circa%201845.jpg" width="505" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hill & Adamson (1845)</div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">They were amongst the very first using the calotype process and obtained artistic images and portraits which looked like Rembrandt's paintings, but improved.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Probably you're wondering what calotype is: <b>calotype</b> or<b> talbotype</b> is an early photographic process introduced in 1841 by William Henry Fox Talbot, using paper coated with silver iodide. Paper texture effects in calotype photography limit the ability of this early process to record low contrast details and textures making images looking like paintings.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">They photographed landscapes, urban and local life scenes including images of the Scott Monument under construction in Edinburgh. They were caught especially by ordinary working folk, particularly the fishermen of Newhaven. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZFMnjU6gUt12Oe9ajYxCJF-cjC6PAZHXgANcujgbIX9p0LDAWVLiWT4qbtdoSIvJA6OqfMXizIyKkfNooNQsWMDDVTWosUtQJoHfWOM8Yu8K4Or0TPz_VoCcEG1BHsIzuuf8djN3ZlcKPvyQA7i741T0yu5lGiakd5Kfhu1KfvS1BXvMVXDAkhfdw/s1200/Newhaven%20Fishermen%20group.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="917" data-original-width="1200" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZFMnjU6gUt12Oe9ajYxCJF-cjC6PAZHXgANcujgbIX9p0LDAWVLiWT4qbtdoSIvJA6OqfMXizIyKkfNooNQsWMDDVTWosUtQJoHfWOM8Yu8K4Or0TPz_VoCcEG1BHsIzuuf8djN3ZlcKPvyQA7i741T0yu5lGiakd5Kfhu1KfvS1BXvMVXDAkhfdw/w517-h395/Newhaven%20Fishermen%20group.jpg" width="517" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZxb3LTut9U1jlex03wPVuJGg-gzC3IsCs0qOegdKs0HPPVhL_UQc3vBeg24GEbvGOBdNKV2nlq9eeS6Sl-eb8dXu2Urt7r8ImRIjCzTEIiizhY1LdkyGulWaMn5HAPHaW7vHtIbW1EdfOibNIg91TDA4i04Vv3yjMM4-VXcU3FiejV19O85CTr0_/s1643/Newhaven%20boy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1643" data-original-width="1200" height="697" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZxb3LTut9U1jlex03wPVuJGg-gzC3IsCs0qOegdKs0HPPVhL_UQc3vBeg24GEbvGOBdNKV2nlq9eeS6Sl-eb8dXu2Urt7r8ImRIjCzTEIiizhY1LdkyGulWaMn5HAPHaW7vHtIbW1EdfOibNIg91TDA4i04Vv3yjMM4-VXcU3FiejV19O85CTr0_/w509-h697/Newhaven%20boy.jpg" width="509" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Their intention was originally to photograph fishermen at work at sea, but this first negative process on paper did not allow them to make such shots - perhaps too much light was an obstacle; they concentrated, therefore, on the working life of those ashore, especially the work of the women of Newhaven, the </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">fishwives who carried the fish in willow creels the 3 miles (5 km) uphill to the city of Edinburgh to sell them round the doors, with their cry of "Caller herrin" (fresh herring). </span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUzjTccn2QTFaNTLzhO51E_ThSTUth8a8wvcim5Nsg_3biHmAtj65_Wx5rJYOK8WdMCD7WgWUA7dOKeRNdWTRovs-SV4PEBYx-Ghu9-Fh9Hqy2FQGNe8dddpduYwNoEhvzIxCrNcCatAlemjbMIpuax52h-KLp298f7vmru75Te7OnB5jr4SkiNoNW/s1690/Newhaven%20Fishwife%201.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1690" data-original-width="1200" height="703" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUzjTccn2QTFaNTLzhO51E_ThSTUth8a8wvcim5Nsg_3biHmAtj65_Wx5rJYOK8WdMCD7WgWUA7dOKeRNdWTRovs-SV4PEBYx-Ghu9-Fh9Hqy2FQGNe8dddpduYwNoEhvzIxCrNcCatAlemjbMIpuax52h-KLp298f7vmru75Te7OnB5jr4SkiNoNW/w499-h703/Newhaven%20Fishwife%201.jpg" width="499" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqcfH58hqdgqjHYEhYStyGVLu8_CiegggqIJaZJotXz7j7SUhHujvqiOZ3sKC7N0tkX8UnHMAGC_26Hu04joCIunuFYWet28_mu6DcmyfJXwq99Mf9p66UHXCV63iIMUOYKRqm4721IjWVT1vmN1iOTfvdtlnJzI9bJKi2E7iZXK3LDjL4D_5J2wz-/s1058/Hill_&_Adamson_-_Mrs._Elizabeth_Johnstone_Hall_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1058" data-original-width="761" height="690" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqcfH58hqdgqjHYEhYStyGVLu8_CiegggqIJaZJotXz7j7SUhHujvqiOZ3sKC7N0tkX8UnHMAGC_26Hu04joCIunuFYWet28_mu6DcmyfJXwq99Mf9p66UHXCV63iIMUOYKRqm4721IjWVT1vmN1iOTfvdtlnJzI9bJKi2E7iZXK3LDjL4D_5J2wz-/w496-h690/Hill_&_Adamson_-_Mrs._Elizabeth_Johnstone_Hall_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg" width="496" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Dressed in their traditional striped aprons and woolen petticoats, the women not only carried the fish all the way to Edinburgh in their own baskets, which they made themselves to sell at the fish market or by going door to door: they baited the lines, and they helped unload as well as clean the fresh fish.</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXaXQbpSuxa4P8-7V2nXyPg0ztwjQzdaRnflZdkZxj5l8l42IKtdUYdSM_W9tlPNdIzsS3lqlSbx-1bB-F1ijPoR3spkpf-mpls_LiqaYRo42_dMNf4X58QA8xkVpXPmwQ5HpPn7LR52n67tLkpQKZyos_x7OPXG0AWHsTmLJxJD5Z1VhFr9dIDYk4/s1200/Newhaven%20Fishwives%204.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="930" data-original-width="1200" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXaXQbpSuxa4P8-7V2nXyPg0ztwjQzdaRnflZdkZxj5l8l42IKtdUYdSM_W9tlPNdIzsS3lqlSbx-1bB-F1ijPoR3spkpf-mpls_LiqaYRo42_dMNf4X58QA8xkVpXPmwQ5HpPn7LR52n67tLkpQKZyos_x7OPXG0AWHsTmLJxJD5Z1VhFr9dIDYk4/w492-h382/Newhaven%20Fishwives%204.jpg" width="492" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAkcD3xvbjVrvRKhcXVKse0JPfip21J1ugF0sxOnndkY30KrpzMFvffe0E4Xyt-iKwXkOoNdIsqRW84KmH5VgTCQoZmmLcPV1T81CElagJ4Ulx74w7Z01rUt1hM6QayRIO_2WdydvMn7YRzcUDl2Jn7rZJ57-6VbFiHH9r_cu7nNfFZc7XTHVe9UY9/s1704/Newhaven%20Fishwives%206.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1704" data-original-width="1200" height="693" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAkcD3xvbjVrvRKhcXVKse0JPfip21J1ugF0sxOnndkY30KrpzMFvffe0E4Xyt-iKwXkOoNdIsqRW84KmH5VgTCQoZmmLcPV1T81CElagJ4Ulx74w7Z01rUt1hM6QayRIO_2WdydvMn7YRzcUDl2Jn7rZJ57-6VbFiHH9r_cu7nNfFZc7XTHVe9UY9/w488-h693/Newhaven%20Fishwives%206.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRmjkJD_9qDdeAM3FEeVdt1AsulRpyM019n5isHemSdXYzE-SLbZsqhOUiS4TfQZwmVaNDo1FLL55-7HUC-Xh7h3Ncea8wFrzywBxe3Qpdgd9HB91aUcvgbE4Lz3mvYUu9JC5AylwTOftjyyskm82lKXyiXTNAz4SyHbXjjvoeYfHMUWOeGVgu4-ZM/s1624/Newhaven%20Fishwives.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1624" data-original-width="1200" height="657" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRmjkJD_9qDdeAM3FEeVdt1AsulRpyM019n5isHemSdXYzE-SLbZsqhOUiS4TfQZwmVaNDo1FLL55-7HUC-Xh7h3Ncea8wFrzywBxe3Qpdgd9HB91aUcvgbE4Lz3mvYUu9JC5AylwTOftjyyskm82lKXyiXTNAz4SyHbXjjvoeYfHMUWOeGVgu4-ZM/w485-h657/Newhaven%20Fishwives.jpg" width="485" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjceIf8gSJ1e2hla3qf2fx-qFpjysBFTX4Oqosdd7eDzzxCTvbw5YQBeOxLYAf7r4iT3e-z-gYfKQ2khtvVpFIytDBcu1sPiV4aL93mQHZ2zYA95e0PmN3MWFHrukpIEyiQNEsNw8GkIwXj4EI62o8kNH4ant7DP-dWYyuE0EJXYsyb0qz0kdtY0lgi/s1200/Newhave%20Fishwives%205.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1200" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjceIf8gSJ1e2hla3qf2fx-qFpjysBFTX4Oqosdd7eDzzxCTvbw5YQBeOxLYAf7r4iT3e-z-gYfKQ2khtvVpFIytDBcu1sPiV4aL93mQHZ2zYA95e0PmN3MWFHrukpIEyiQNEsNw8GkIwXj4EI62o8kNH4ant7DP-dWYyuE0EJXYsyb0qz0kdtY0lgi/w484-h395/Newhave%20Fishwives%205.jpg" width="484" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><div><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div>At a time when the Industrial Revolution was in full swing and providing jobs at the expense of cottage industries, Newhaven was a shining example of how a traditional fishing community could coexist alongside large factories.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">The will, drive and determination to keep their tradition alive is evident in the faces of the honest and genuine workers, qualities that have been enhanced by the gritty medium used by Hill and Adamson.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">The pictures were assembled into albums and presented to the Royal Scottish Academy in 1852.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Alas their partnership was far brief since it ended with Adamson's untimely death (1848), biut their works are still valued today because they produced the first substantial body of self-consciously artistic work using the newly invented medium of photography.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Hoping you have enjoyed this trip back in time </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and thought it to be charming as I did, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I'm wishing You a lovely remainder of Your week, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">dearest Friends and Readers.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">See you soon </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">❤</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7FPPmeI8Lq6aW3cu8FgHtNTRN1yXB7khTLLxGhxIMib-W18hev6GrVHdShM5tdpFEAARKFb9EFo7qZIbHtExy_oL1A0VmNRmzjeRL1eR_vtLdbkzijGbv3zRNW4dYlzaVi4GUEcBTCVrvFaq3ZJjQZcz6mq4mGZGkH34bXWX58aiDUgAX88HfvhmU/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7FPPmeI8Lq6aW3cu8FgHtNTRN1yXB7khTLLxGhxIMib-W18hev6GrVHdShM5tdpFEAARKFb9EFo7qZIbHtExy_oL1A0VmNRmzjeRL1eR_vtLdbkzijGbv3zRNW4dYlzaVi4GUEcBTCVrvFaq3ZJjQZcz6mq4mGZGkH34bXWX58aiDUgAX88HfvhmU/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7iEQhHp5hhvKViJ61eUQ_Pv20ceGUTok4f3zz5dfWqDxFpGl_-GjmZgDgmYWc7MVWA1FP6uyxQ9IuhnrONzqasLq5E76qcHf7fsd3oKI8GPJ1L88p2MHf9vBS0I7KvGOU0Ncyu_hBYYTD5Yz4dRUWGXyYGj-2Zn9dhFhwCD0y6BjcIy1Csd8nL-z/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7iEQhHp5hhvKViJ61eUQ_Pv20ceGUTok4f3zz5dfWqDxFpGl_-GjmZgDgmYWc7MVWA1FP6uyxQ9IuhnrONzqasLq5E76qcHf7fsd3oKI8GPJ1L88p2MHf9vBS0I7KvGOU0Ncyu_hBYYTD5Yz4dRUWGXyYGj-2Zn9dhFhwCD0y6BjcIy1Csd8nL-z/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>David Octavius Hill & Robert Adamson </i></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>~ L'A</i></span></span><i style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">lbum delle Pescivendole di Newhaven</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Oggi vi porto in Scozia e, per essere più precisi, nella Scozia del 1843, in quello che era, al tempo, un modesto villaggio di pescatori: Newhaven, una semplice insenatura naturale, che accoglieva un attivissimo porto facente parte della città di Edimburgo.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">IMMAGINE DI FRONTESPIZIO:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Newhaven</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Quello di cui ci accingiamo a parlare era un fiorentissimo villaggio di pescatori che riuscì a sopravvivere in modo esemplare alla crescente industrializzazione e all'uso di macchine che sostituirono le attività artigianali: ecco perché, nel pieno del boom industriale, questo paesino divenne oggetto del primo documentario fotografico a tema sociale al mondo.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">La fotografia era ancora agli albori quando il pittore scozzese David Octavius Hill (1802-1870) ed il chimico Robert Adamson (1821-1848) decisero di dar vita al primissimo studio fotografico in Scozia, che si chiamerà <i>Hill & Adamson</i> collocato nella Rock House sulla Carlton Hill a Edimburgo.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">IMMAGINE 2 - </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Hill & Adamson in un collage fotografico che risale al 1845</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Costoro furono tra i primissimi a utilizzare il processo calotipico e ottennero immagini e ritratti artistici che assomigliavano ai dipinti di Rembrandt, ma migliorati.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Probabilmente vi starete domandando cosa sia la calotipia: era chiamato <i>calotipia</i> o <i>talbotipia</i> uno dei primi procedimenti fotografici introdotti nel 1841 da William Henry Fox Talbot, utilizzando carta rivestita di ioduro d'argento. Gli effetti della trama della carta nella fotografia calotipica limitano la capacità di questo primo processo di registrazione dei dettagli e dei particolari a basso contrasto, cosa che rende le immagini simili a dipinti.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Hill e Adamson fotografarono paesaggi, scene di vita urbana e locale, comprese le immagini dello Scott Monument in costruzione a Edimburgo, ma erano catturati soprattutto da gente comune dedita al proprio lavoro, in particolare dai pescatori di Newhaven.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">IMMAGINE 3 - </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Foto di gruppo sulla spiaggia di Newhaven</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">IMMAGINE 4 -</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ragazzino pescatore</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: left;">La loro intenzione era originariamente quella di fotografare i pescatori al lavoro in mare, ma questo primo processo negativo su carta non ha permesso loro di realizzare scatti del genere - forse la troppa luce era loro di ostacolo; si concentrarono, quindi, sulla vita lavorativa di quelli a terra, in particolare sul lavoro delle donne di Newhaven, le pescivendole che trasportavano il pesce in nasse di salice per 3 miglia (5 km) in salita fino alla città di Edimburgo per venderlo vagando di casa in casa al grido di "Caller herrin" (aringa fresca).</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">IMMAGINE 5 E 6 -</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pescivendole di Newhaven</span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Vestite con i loro tradizionali grembiuli a righe e con sottovesti di lana, le donne non solo trasportavano il pesce fino a Edimburgo nei loro cesti, che realizzavano personalmente proprio per venderlo al mercato del pesce o andando di porta in porta: esse </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">innescavano le lenze, ed aiutavano a scaricare nonché a pulire il pesce fresco.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">IMMAGINE 7 - 8 - 9 -10 -</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pescivendole di Newhaven ritratte al lavoro in gruppo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">In un momento storico in cui la rivoluzione industriale era in pieno svolgimento e forniva posti di lavoro a spese delle industrie artigianali, Newhaven rappresentava un fulgido esempio di come una tradizionale comunità di pescatori potesse coesistere accanto a grandi fabbriche.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">La volontà, lo slancio e la determinazione a mantenere viva la loro tradizione è evidente nei volti dei lavoratori onesti e genuini, qualità che sono state esaltate dal grintoso mezzo usato da Hill e Adamson.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Le immagini furono assemblate in album e presentate alla Royal Scottish Academy nel 1852.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Purtroppo la loro collaborazione fu molto breve poiché finì con la morte prematura di Adamson (1848), ma le loro opere sono apprezzate ancor oggi perché hanno dato vita al primo corpus sostanziale di lavoro artistico utilizzando consapevolmente il mezzo della fotografia appena inventato.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nella speranza che questo viaggio indietro nel tempo Vi sia piaciuto </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e l'abbiate trovato affascinante quanto l'ho trovato io, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">carissimi Amici e Lettori,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Vi auguro un lieto prosieguo di settimana.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A presto </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">❤</span></div></span><span><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvBpbtcY0crLAKTTPlYrZbtDkWoqoCKYzlNaBiu2B8Hxny85ITtIKufjfDkM4I1CowByk_mqNQ45IxtdIgWnEOzQwfSMdbsXbAdO5AVneWQj9cEwzOkAEUbPXPVXO08eHQqYkIczX3gEVaN3pJ2FtcXOLuS3q_w_-WGkrYU9C1o9rVo-GRKPEakFBb/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvBpbtcY0crLAKTTPlYrZbtDkWoqoCKYzlNaBiu2B8Hxny85ITtIKufjfDkM4I1CowByk_mqNQ45IxtdIgWnEOzQwfSMdbsXbAdO5AVneWQj9cEwzOkAEUbPXPVXO08eHQqYkIczX3gEVaN3pJ2FtcXOLuS3q_w_-WGkrYU9C1o9rVo-GRKPEakFBb/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFuwlpJP-lppcwJ4ZQW6RBzmILBzC-4Uw77lTRLIWJDZDsildLdjs4FqH6PjpzG2F8_ayeTD8727jyvGzWAefXJWzlG6FkfaLIACZoYmRm5G6QhVD6imj3JY8snsXtJt8eE32X1bQ5tMtuuBrsHsahd94Ja60XdIfXIWe9YS3G2T50rQaxZz_IJQ0A/s281/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="254" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFuwlpJP-lppcwJ4ZQW6RBzmILBzC-4Uw77lTRLIWJDZDsildLdjs4FqH6PjpzG2F8_ayeTD8727jyvGzWAefXJWzlG6FkfaLIACZoYmRm5G6QhVD6imj3JY8snsXtJt8eE32X1bQ5tMtuuBrsHsahd94Ja60XdIfXIWe9YS3G2T50rQaxZz_IJQ0A/s1600/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" width="254" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">LINKING TO:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="http://www.stonecottageadventures.com/2023/06/tuesdays-with-twist-529.html">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/06/vintage-charm-party-393.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">VINTAGE CHARM PARTY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/2023/06/anything-goes-pink-saturday-june-17-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">PINK SATURDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/happy-fathers-day-2023-sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-65/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com/2023/06/cmon-friend-whats-taking-so-long-awww.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">AWWW MONDAYS</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://goodrandomfun.blogspot.com/2023/06/moma.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">LITTLE THINGS THURSDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/08/home-and-school-ideas-on-wonderful.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div></span></div></div></div></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-25346987036254276792023-05-31T17:31:00.006+02:002023-06-11T17:14:36.973+02:00The Ideal of Feminine Beauty in the Victorian Age<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh50EuX6n9oz4DcxE_U9flRZQSdiwGpIw04_Lg7fpVnOJhkiscS74VjfQb8EVNCXdb1-4ZcjYCznCT0SiRaB3bihczOW3FmzNPPwFpPDIhNQL2_XOgVatsg-OZ7OmstYqszwdQlyOmx1tINHlXJwcy9K4eru5RSNqrCWxshAhyAUCliFFQBMctNq74O/s388/Victorian%20Couple.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="290" data-original-width="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh50EuX6n9oz4DcxE_U9flRZQSdiwGpIw04_Lg7fpVnOJhkiscS74VjfQb8EVNCXdb1-4ZcjYCznCT0SiRaB3bihczOW3FmzNPPwFpPDIhNQL2_XOgVatsg-OZ7OmstYqszwdQlyOmx1tINHlXJwcy9K4eru5RSNqrCWxshAhyAUCliFFQBMctNq74O/s16000/Victorian%20Couple.png" /></a></div><br /> <div><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">If it is true that each historical period has been characterized by its own aesthetic canons, it must also be said that we can consider feminine slenderness, usually associated with harmony and elegance, as a sort of imperative which has always been difficult to escape from. The Victorian lady, in particular, had to keep herself as slim as possible also to be able to adapt to the dictates of the fashion of the time: wearing the rigid and very tight corsets then in vogue, so sensual, but so inflexible, was not easy at all! And if not exactly slender, as much as to be considered fascinating, she could not go beyond the sinuosity.</span><div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">The ideal woman of the early XIXth century must not only have been thin, but even pale, emaciated and almost bloodless. Certainly it should not have been easy to conform to such strict canons that they had not only an aesthetic value, as it is legitimate to think, but also and above all an ethical one. Victorian puritanism condemned the curvy woman because it read in her curves a total lack of seriousness, it saw in them lust and sin. </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Well yes, if a woman's weight became excessive, she really fell low, according to the morality of the time.</span></div></div><div><strong><br /></strong></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><strong>“</strong><strong><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span><span style="font-size: 13pt;"><i><span>All
defects are in the nature of ugliness, but certain ones are more
degrading than others; and of these obesity, which is a deformity, is
signally ignoble.</span><span>”</span></i></span></span></span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span><span style="font-size: 13pt;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;"> - </span></i></span></span></span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span><span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Ella
Adelia Fletcher,</span></span></span></span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span><span style="font-size: 13pt;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></i></span></span></span></span></strong><em><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span><span style="font-size: 13pt;">The
Woman Beautiful, </span></span></span></span></em><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span><span style="font-size: 13pt;">1899</span></span></span></span><em><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span><span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-style: normal;">,
p.411</span></span></span></span></span></em></span></div><div><p align="left" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.53cm;"><em><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Liberation Serif, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13pt;"></span></span></span></span></em></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab";">And this "<i>signally ignobile</i>" speaks volumes about moral righteousness!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Overweight was seen as a sign of contempt, meanness, indecency, ignominy. And the deeper they went into the Victorian era, the more roundnesses were condemned. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Towards the end of the century, common opinion came to consider the excess weight of a woman as a sign not only of her promiscuity, but even of recklessness, stupidity, laziness and, in some cases, madness. Many were, therefore, the manuals that were published with the intention of suggesting, together with diets, real tricks to reduce weight: it was worthwhile, without any doubt, to chastise oneself a little to preserve noble qualities and a pleasing appearance to everyone's eyes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab";">The woman who wanted to be considered not of easy virtue often underwent diets that were definitely depressing, with a basic diet that included only the consumption of vegetables, boiled fish and moldy flour! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab";">For morbidly obese women Daniel Garrison Brinton and Gerge Henry Napheys in their book <i>Personal Beauty: How to Cultivate and Preserve it in Accordance with the Laws of Health</i>, published in 1870, suggested an entire regimen based on the XIXth century popular belief that body fat was composed of "<i>water only</i>" and could be expelled from the system by sweating. In his 1895 treatise<i> The Female Offender</i>, the Italian anthropologist Prof. Marco Ezechia Lombroso, called Cesare, father of criminal anthropology and founder of modern criminology, came to find a direct link between obesity and prostitution. In what can be considered the pinnacle of his researches on the psychology and physiology of criminal women, using extraordinarily detailed charts and tables, he compared the weights and stature of numerous corpulent prostitutes with those of leaner and morally healthy women and concluded that obesity was directly related to the absence of a sexual ethic and a behavior to say the least "<i>uncivilized </i>". </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab";">He will write:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i style="font-size: 17.3333px;"><b>“This greater weight among prostitutes is confirmed by the notorious fact of the obesity of those who grow old in their vile trade, and who gradually become positive monsters of adipose tissue.” </b></i><span>Cesare Lombroso, </span><i>The Female Offender, </i><span>1895</span><i>, </i><i style="font-size: 17.3333px;">p.50</i></span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i style="font-family: "Liberation Serif", serif; font-size: 17.3333px;"><br /></i><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">It sounds so strange that all this happened precisely at the time when Q</span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">ueen Victoria </span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">was assumed as the universal symbol of the custom, as much as to give Her name to an age: She was </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">a sovereign who had many noble qualities, but was decidedly a overweight woman. Maybe she was considered "</span><i style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">super parte</i><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">s" because it was a consequence of the numerous pregnancies that occurred in a notoriously short time. She was robust, but She was a mother, and She was a mother of many princes that came to light within a few months one from another.</span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">To conclude, a Victorian gentleman, when wanted to get marry and to start a family, was looking for a woman who were slender and who didn't have more than just light pink cheeks, while the brothels were crowded with very generous-looking women. </span></div><div style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauA1ydhdC4edpmLOjEIElWhxqD29Kcfo7Z7hLB3i_KtKPx7Mq-7SdrckZOG9QXGrCStHu4S4hVHJNQQoAMky8aaE2_vCvJCd2-XKwrvQHNZPxpM5whGhbWbNBb7xsvBscyi9OY2YfFFV3Fw9bk62qKN78DlKblM4WQmgHN7frtiih92eHPhb7Zukg/s883/Unknown%20Painting%20by%20Ivan%20Makarov,%201870..jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="883" data-original-width="630" height="716" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauA1ydhdC4edpmLOjEIElWhxqD29Kcfo7Z7hLB3i_KtKPx7Mq-7SdrckZOG9QXGrCStHu4S4hVHJNQQoAMky8aaE2_vCvJCd2-XKwrvQHNZPxpM5whGhbWbNBb7xsvBscyi9OY2YfFFV3Fw9bk62qKN78DlKblM4WQmgHN7frtiih92eHPhb7Zukg/w511-h716/Unknown%20Painting%20by%20Ivan%20Makarov,%201870..jpg" width="511" /></a></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Portrait of Gubonina</i> by Ivan Makarov, late 1860s</div><br /><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">It was common, in fact, that the high bourgeois, noble, aristocratic men wanted a serious wife who would take care of running their house and who would raise their children, but who, in order to give vent to their passions, threw themselves into the arms of decidedly busty and stabby women... </span></div><div style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Some of them became famous just because of their exaggerated proportions.</span></div></div></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Liberation Serif, serif;"><br /></span></span></span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq9jfJ1Hva5RoHkkyyNwGYIxT9oD4LavpdBeqk3zAGIeQdrRGGWeKb2bV_SZ7bh4byivkERRVnJ81JGQK89Too93WmSDlhb2Q_259X7bYyl0vU7yma-k3cU6hRp7bknvvzKGQpgup5ZzDD2Lif544DdxyDGB1fPbbphv6bMVjCQ8n_zPVinoaahlII/s688/1df92954646b7524d249abd0911fbe1d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="688" data-original-width="470" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq9jfJ1Hva5RoHkkyyNwGYIxT9oD4LavpdBeqk3zAGIeQdrRGGWeKb2bV_SZ7bh4byivkERRVnJ81JGQK89Too93WmSDlhb2Q_259X7bYyl0vU7yma-k3cU6hRp7bknvvzKGQpgup5ZzDD2Lif544DdxyDGB1fPbbphv6bMVjCQ8n_zPVinoaahlII/w274-h400/1df92954646b7524d249abd0911fbe1d.jpg" width="274" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUqg8abGl8AyRxiPgz2EJoTgCNCD6R8aH2qpuNusiwMC-IaxPci44OMhookj9CZsz6WFMvJk0IElOjMDqYSgQdE2ZbCW6FnBHUX5dSst7XWbhk2F1bj4We7-lxO6HdvGGqXtgcgmcRiMGHdTUJnEZiTMN7XMd4BT55VvdBNhFRjpo9boHRV8lxzTs6/s802/d8bb9aba5b330d32aba22faa5cd6c417.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="802" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUqg8abGl8AyRxiPgz2EJoTgCNCD6R8aH2qpuNusiwMC-IaxPci44OMhookj9CZsz6WFMvJk0IElOjMDqYSgQdE2ZbCW6FnBHUX5dSst7XWbhk2F1bj4We7-lxO6HdvGGqXtgcgmcRiMGHdTUJnEZiTMN7XMd4BT55VvdBNhFRjpo9boHRV8lxzTs6/s320/d8bb9aba5b330d32aba22faa5cd6c417.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_k9QdsP6rA7DMq-hgta98Fu1ROa-p9bFg6rC5G_5c8puucXf281WhNGjaiPCuNlZ2wjnFd5M6xqk-PtAUZFZpTSBXEOCh8QupBEmQvFTo5eJSNCQKhwJ8B8MqNvHuF0X2k7w2zEx3CV8Tn4Rs_h6ES9JCv4mo4-IMPZeRg2gmHcxnEhbjWGhH1Wrj/s514/Teresina,%20a%20young%20woman%20weighing%20265%20kg,%201881.(Image%20via%20Wellcome%20Library.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="514" data-original-width="351" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_k9QdsP6rA7DMq-hgta98Fu1ROa-p9bFg6rC5G_5c8puucXf281WhNGjaiPCuNlZ2wjnFd5M6xqk-PtAUZFZpTSBXEOCh8QupBEmQvFTo5eJSNCQKhwJ8B8MqNvHuF0X2k7w2zEx3CV8Tn4Rs_h6ES9JCv4mo4-IMPZeRg2gmHcxnEhbjWGhH1Wrj/w274-h400/Teresina,%20a%20young%20woman%20weighing%20265%20kg,%201881.(Image%20via%20Wellcome%20Library.jpg" width="274" /></a></div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Times have changed and today obesity has lost its moral connotation: it is considered a serious disease. Such women are to be pitied nowadays, given </span><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">we see in excessive fatness no more a perversity but a deformity to cure</span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Thanking You as usual for Your time,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Dearest Friends and Readers of mine,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I'm sending You my warmest and biggest hug</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">See you soon </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">❤</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVtpYrghSdS1xgQSgZXHwtQHs-WtWPFEfsq63fMutmEsrmUV-OLVVp0tLH1SdNkkpGinFBABe--unH6-ZX_OjfusFe0Ewed714r3SmH5VvNgEYsVAXEPrEV8QN1G3RuQ3Dr2N0EJ9ovYcD85TbDA88xQuUu9jY4hLfQdBIr5yf0W0NS8YbCdESBEN/s400/coach.gif" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVtpYrghSdS1xgQSgZXHwtQHs-WtWPFEfsq63fMutmEsrmUV-OLVVp0tLH1SdNkkpGinFBABe--unH6-ZX_OjfusFe0Ewed714r3SmH5VvNgEYsVAXEPrEV8QN1G3RuQ3Dr2N0EJ9ovYcD85TbDA88xQuUu9jY4hLfQdBIr5yf0W0NS8YbCdESBEN/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><b>SOURCES</b>:</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Brinton, Daniel Garrison; </span>Napheys, George Henry, <i>Personal Beauty: How to Cultivate and Preserve it in Accordance with the Laws of Health</i>, Springfield, Mass., W. J. Holland Publisher, 1870</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Fletcher, </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Ella Adelia, </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><i>The Woman Beautiful: A Practical Treatise on the Development and Preservation of Woman's Health and Beauty, and the Principles of Taste in Dress</i>, New York, W.M. Young & Company Publisher, 1899</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Lombroso, Cesare; Ferrero William, </span><i style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">The Female Offender</i><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">, New York, D.Appleton & Company Publisher, 1895</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTo3PkznfTRiqRgDIV56KojmXXNtwmqxbOSNdLKv2a_Ye8ypf7OsYHMdfIra9AdffUWSYYVxmBdwW7y3Cpa0ykEx_Hwc6DYSxOTThmQCMHIDLbSJ03ZtumXAwktjFLZsVvEkx1e_od-WXPQOG5m9JPz1zcc2EQoy_I3kjWkXCmjsKYgOAl73aXnrKY/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTo3PkznfTRiqRgDIV56KojmXXNtwmqxbOSNdLKv2a_Ye8ypf7OsYHMdfIra9AdffUWSYYVxmBdwW7y3Cpa0ykEx_Hwc6DYSxOTThmQCMHIDLbSJ03ZtumXAwktjFLZsVvEkx1e_od-WXPQOG5m9JPz1zcc2EQoy_I3kjWkXCmjsKYgOAl73aXnrKY/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Liberation Serif, serif;"><br /></span></span></span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">L'Ideale di Bellezza Femminile nell'età Vittoriana</span></span></span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Liberation Serif, serif;"><br /></span></span></span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Liberation Serif, serif;"><br /></span></span></span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Liberation Serif, serif;"><br /></span></span></span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">IMMAGINE DI FRONTESPIZIO - Giovane coppia vittoriana a passeggio</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Liberation Serif, serif;"><br /></span></span></span></em></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Se è vero che ogni periodo storico è stato caratterizzato dai propri canoni estetici, va anche detto che possiamo considerare la snellezza femminile, solitamente associata all'armonia e all'eleganza, come una sorta di imperativo a cui è sempre stato difficile sottrarsi. La dama vittoriana, in particolare, doveva mantenersi il più snella possibile anche per potersi adeguare ai dettami della moda del tempo: indossare i corsetti rigidi e strettissimi allora in voga, così sensuali, ma così inflessibili, non era per niente facile!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">E se non proprio slanciata, tanto da essere considerata affascinante, non poteva spingersi oltre la sinuosità.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">La donna ideale del primo Ottocento doveva essere non solo magra, ma anche pallida, emaciata e quasi esangue. Certo non doveva essere facile conformarsi a canoni così rigidi che avevano non solo un valore estetico, come è lecito pensare, ma anche, e soprattutto, etico. Il puritanesimo vittoriano condannava la donna formosa perché leggeva nelle sue curve una totale mancanza di serietà, vedeva in esse la lussuria ed il peccato. Ebbene sì, se il peso di una donna diventava eccessivo, cadeva davvero in basso, secondo la morale del tempo.</span></div><em><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></em><strong style="font-family: trebuchet;">“</strong><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;"><b><i>Tutti i difetti sono nella loro natura brutti, ma alcuni sono più degradanti di altri; e di questi l'obesità, che è una deformità, è decisamente ignobile.</i></b></span></span><strong style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span><span style="font-size: 13pt;"><i><span>”</span></i></span></span></span></span></strong><strong style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span><span style="font-size: 13pt;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;"> - </span></i></span></span></span></span></strong><strong style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span><span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Ella Adelia Fletcher,</span></span></span></span></span></strong><strong style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span><span style="font-size: 13pt;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></i></span></span></span></span></strong><em style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span><span style="font-size: 13pt;">The Woman Beautiful, </span></span></span></span></em><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span><span style="font-size: 13pt;">1899</span></span></span></span><em style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span><span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-style: normal;">, p.411</span></span></span></span></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></em></div><div><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span><span><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><div>E questo "<i>decisamente ignobile</i>" la dice lunga sulla rettitudine morale!</div><div>Il sovrappeso era visto come un segno di disprezzo, di meschinità, d'indecenza, di ignominia. E più ci addentriamo nell'era vittoriana, più ci accorgiamo che le rotondità venivano condannate.</div><div>Verso la fine del secolo l'opinione comune giunse a considerare l'eccesso di peso di una donna il segno non solo della sua promiscuità, ma anche di incoscienza, di stupidità, di pigrizia e, in alcuni casi, di follia. Molti furono, dunque, i manuali che vennero pubblicati con l'intento di suggerire, insieme alle diete, veri e propri trucchi per dimagrire: valeva la pena, senza dubbio, castigarsi un po' per conservare qualità nobili e un aspetto gradevole agli occhi di tutti .</div><div>La donna che voleva essere considerata di non facili costumi spesso si sottoponeva a regimi alimentari decisamente deprimenti, con una dieta base che prevedeva solo il consumo di verdure, pesce bollito e farine ammuffite!</div><div>Per le donne patologicamente obese Daniel Garrison Brinton e Gerge Henry Napheys nel loro libro <i>Personal Beauty: How to Cultivate and Preserve it in Accordance with the Laws of Health</i>, pubblicato nel 1870, suggerirono un intero regime basato sulla credenza popolare del XIX secolo che voleva che il grasso corporeo fosse composto di "<i>solo acqua</i>" e poteva essere espulso dal sistema attraverso la sudorazione. Nel suo trattato del 1895 <i>The Female Offender</i>, l'antropologo italiano Prof. Marco Ezechia Lombroso, detto Cesare, padre dell'antropologia criminale e fondatore della moderna criminologia, arrivò a trovare un legame diretto tra obesità e prostituzione. In quello che può essere considerato l'apice delle sue ricerche sulla psicologia e fisiologia delle donne criminali, utilizzando grafici e tabelle straordinariamente dettagliate, confrontava i pesi e la statura di numerose prostitute corpulente con quelli di donne più magre e moralmente sane e concludeva che l'obesità era direttamente legati all'assenza di un'etica sessuale e di un comportamento a dir poco “<i>incivile</i>”.</div><div>Scriverà:</div></span></span></span></span></span><p></p><p align="left" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.53cm;"><i style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: 17.3333px;"><b>“Questa enorme mole corporea diffusa</b></i><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;"><b><i> tra le prostitute è confermata dal fatto famigerato che vede l'obesità di coloro che invecchiano nel loro vile mestiere, e che diventano a poco a poco inconfutabili mostri fatti di tessuto adiposo.</i></b></span></span><i style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: 17.3333px;"><b>” </b></i><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Cesare Lombroso, </span><i style="font-family: trebuchet;">The Female Offender, </i><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">1895</span><i style="font-family: trebuchet;">, </i><i style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: 17.3333px;">p.50</i></p><p align="left" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.53cm;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Sembra così strano che tutto ciò accadesse proprio nel momento in cui la regina Vittoria fu assunta come simbolo universale del costume, tanto che fu dato il suo nome ad un'intera epoca: era una sovrana che aveva molte qualità nobili, ma era decisamente una donna in sovrappeso. Forse era considerata "<i>super partes</i>" perché lo era di conseguenza delle numerose gravidanze avvenute in un tempo notoriamente breve. Era robusta, ma era madre, ed era madre di tanti principi che vennero alla luce a pochi mesi di distanza l'uno dall'altro.</span></p><p align="left" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.53cm;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Per concludere, un gentiluomo vittoriano, quando voleva sposarsi e mettere su famiglia, cercava una donna che fosse snella e che non avesse altro che guance rosa chiaro, mentre i bordelli erano affollati di donne dall'aspetto molto generoso.</span></p><div style="margin-bottom: 0.53cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.53cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">IMMAGINE 2 - </span><i style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;">Portrait of Gubonina</i><span style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"> by Ivan Makarov, fine degli anni '60 del 1800</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.53cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.53cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Era comune, infatti, che gli uomini alto borghesi, nobili, aristocratici desiderassero una moglie seria che si occupasse della conduzione della casa e che allevasse i figli; ma quando decidevano di dare sfogo alle proprie passioni, si gettassero tra le braccia di donne decisamente prosperose e tozze ...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.53cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Alcune di loro sono diventate famose proprio per le loro proporzioni esagerate.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.53cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.53cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">IMMAGINE 3, IMMAGINE 4, IMMAGINE 5: Fotografie di prostitute vittoriane</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.53cm; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.53cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">I tempi sono cambiati e l'obesità ha perso la connotazione morale che aveva allora: oggi è considerata una malattia grave. Donne di queste proporzioni sono da compatire, oggigiorno, dato che vediamo nell'eccessiva pinguedine non più una perversità, ma una deformità da curare.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.53cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.53cm; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">RingraziandoVi come sempre per il Vostro tempo,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Cari Amici e Lettori,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Vi invio il mio più caloroso e grande abbraccio</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">A presto </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">❤</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.53cm; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVtpYrghSdS1xgQSgZXHwtQHs-WtWPFEfsq63fMutmEsrmUV-OLVVp0tLH1SdNkkpGinFBABe--unH6-ZX_OjfusFe0Ewed714r3SmH5VvNgEYsVAXEPrEV8QN1G3RuQ3Dr2N0EJ9ovYcD85TbDA88xQuUu9jY4hLfQdBIr5yf0W0NS8YbCdESBEN/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVtpYrghSdS1xgQSgZXHwtQHs-WtWPFEfsq63fMutmEsrmUV-OLVVp0tLH1SdNkkpGinFBABe--unH6-ZX_OjfusFe0Ewed714r3SmH5VvNgEYsVAXEPrEV8QN1G3RuQ3Dr2N0EJ9ovYcD85TbDA88xQuUu9jY4hLfQdBIr5yf0W0NS8YbCdESBEN/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.53cm; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0.53cm;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><b>BIBLIOGRAFIA</b>:</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Brinton, Daniel Garrison; </span>Napheys, George Henry, <i>Personal Beauty: How to Cultivate and Preserve it in Accordance with the Laws of Health</i>, Springfield, Mass., W. J. Holland Publisher, 1870</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Fletcher, </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Ella Adelia, </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><i>The Woman Beautiful: A Practical Treatise on the Development and Preservation of Woman's Health and Beauty, and the Principles of Taste in Dress</i>, New York, W.M. Young & Company Publisher, 1899</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Lombroso, Cesare; Ferrero William, </span><i style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">The Female Offender</i><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">, New York, D.Appleton & Company Publisher, 1895</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFd0l-xDbSz1ut2Y9QvZETihO690FFdsK9zW_F_MV2mLEpgbzATPvhYCqrtsbA_paMUsPhMGHjuCd3-1vvcIojmHuYWZ1OPdc-Ad_lhTIkBo6nnmuemCSVc8gy_86H9FLUFTP64l7iFMJc2ej38NpEyy4JzNGCPFlvcWJxUBzfbZH2yiQVfxS48nwg/s281/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="254" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFd0l-xDbSz1ut2Y9QvZETihO690FFdsK9zW_F_MV2mLEpgbzATPvhYCqrtsbA_paMUsPhMGHjuCd3-1vvcIojmHuYWZ1OPdc-Ad_lhTIkBo6nnmuemCSVc8gy_86H9FLUFTP64l7iFMJc2ej38NpEyy4JzNGCPFlvcWJxUBzfbZH2yiQVfxS48nwg/s1600/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" width="254" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>LINKING TO:</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/05/vintage-charm-party-391.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">VINTAGE CHARM PARTY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/2023/06/anything-goes-pink-saturday-june-3-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/2023/06/anything-goes-pink-saturday-june-3-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">PINK SATURDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/first-sunflowers-sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-63/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.stonecottageadventures.com/2023/06/tuesdays-with-twist-link-party-528.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/06/vintage-charm-party-392-and-may-feature.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">VINTAGE CHARM PARTY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-13408122015875950972023-05-21T17:34:00.010+02:002023-06-20T10:04:39.106+02:00The "Rose of Brabant"<div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">On its publishing days, here there are the very first lines which my biography about Marie Henriette von Habsburg-Lorraine begins with.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">I've translated them from Italian into English just to bring you into the world these pages discloses.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">I've done it heartily, and I've written them for the Italian readers too, to let them try a little bit of this book which they may buy and read, if the wish... Alas, I cannot translate all the 296 pages which it consists of, but it is with much enthusiasm that I share the beginning of the first chapter </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">with you -</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> it's something like an introduction, a preface to all Marie Henriette's story; this was the moment in which her life changed hopelessly and irreparably. She had to leave her Country for Belgium, of which she'll become the second Queen. A far goodhearted Lady gifted with a very strong temper, she'll never surrender herself facing all the difficulties her fate will reserve her, indeed, she seemed even, with the flowing of the time, that, once she became woman and crowned Queen, she grew stronger and stronger. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Until she became elderly, of course.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb26b2ccFiVjOQ_M0c9ahMOox8qsU1bfDJGVWVijWc800M0HvzMpBFqACVDIo01m7gnP1id1Lj42YB8CnBC-yT5Do-Is1D6Xlhwnyo-OGcpJOnBhrr54xPOvnHQ9ma1DwXDJ5htGmsyuDDWup2CpHXEx2OM_iONZZ0BtpR6uRbCjJhi5-6ap8GQnLd/s1313/Marie%20Henriette,%20Duchess%20of%20Brabant%20(later%20Queen%20of%20the%20%20%20Belgians),%201853,%20painting%20by%20William%20Charles%20Ross.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1313" data-original-width="953" height="707" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb26b2ccFiVjOQ_M0c9ahMOox8qsU1bfDJGVWVijWc800M0HvzMpBFqACVDIo01m7gnP1id1Lj42YB8CnBC-yT5Do-Is1D6Xlhwnyo-OGcpJOnBhrr54xPOvnHQ9ma1DwXDJ5htGmsyuDDWup2CpHXEx2OM_iONZZ0BtpR6uRbCjJhi5-6ap8GQnLd/w514-h707/Marie%20Henriette,%20Duchess%20of%20Brabant%20(later%20Queen%20of%20the%20%20%20Belgians),%201853,%20painting%20by%20William%20Charles%20Ross.jpg" width="514" /></a></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="text-align: left;"><i>Marie, Duchess of Brabant (1836-1902), later Queen of the Belgians, </i>by Sir William Charles Ross, 1853. He was named painter and miniaturist in Queen Victoria's court when she ascended the throne (1837). The Queen of the United Kingdom commissioned this portrait in November 1853 on the occasion of the visit of the Dukes of Brabant on their honeymoon.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="text-align: left;">Today it belongs to the </span><span style="text-align: left;">ROYAL COLLECTION TRUST (RCIN 420384).</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">CHAPTER I </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">THE "ROSE OF BRABANT"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">It was a warm evening in the late Spring of 1853. The Viennese diplomats, nobles and aristocrats had been invited to a reception at the Hofburg. The occasion was a <i>Ball bei Hof</i>, a real gala ball. (</span><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">In imperial times, two types of dances were organised: the <i>Hofball</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">and the <i>Ball bei Hof</i>. The first was the Court ball, whose audience </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">was very selected and the ceremonial very rigid, </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">while the second was the gala ball, more solemn and sumptuous, </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">which attracted a much larger number of personalities.)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">The </span><i style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Großer Galerie</i><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">, in its full splendor, was crowded with </span><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">important personalities who awaited the arrival of the Emperor. Satin and silk dresses, kept in shape by stiff crinolines and enriched with precious decorations, rustled on the freshly waxed floor and the thousands of lighted candles made that festive evening sumptuous, illuminating the salon as day. The imposing chandeliers and candelabras, hanging on the walls alongside the mirrors, reverberated a warm light, similar to that which, through the large windows, diffused the setting sun. Outside, the scents of the flower gardens spread in the air and, from the open balconies, they entered the salon, mingling with the essences with which the ladies, in the Victorian era, used to perfume their hair collected in evening hairstyles. A </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">background chatter seemed to harmonize with the notes of the very first Strauß waltzes that the orchestra was going to play while waiting for the Emperor to officially start the celebrations.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Franz Joseph reached the<i> Großer Galerie</i> around 5.30 pm, since it had been established that the balls would be held from 6 to 8 pm. One by one, the guests approached Him to offer their respects. Marie Henriette entered the hall amongst the archdukes and archduchesses giving her arm to her knight and was enraptured by everything around her. She was 16 and it was the very first time she was at the Hofburg for an official ball; until that day she had been invited to the imperial palace only for family dinners (</span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Archduchess Marie Henriette was a niece of Archduke Ferdinand and therefore a first cousin of Archduke Franz Karl </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">of Habsburg-Lorraine, father of Emperor Franz Joseph).</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">She, speechless while facing all that magnificence, approached Franz Joseph with deference and, after greeting Him with a bow, she danced a <i>polonaise</i>, a dance of Polish origin very popular at the time, similar to a slow rhythmic march. She then undid her corset, which she felt excessively constrained by, and she delighted herself listening to her mother who, stroking the keys of her piano, showed </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">her virtuosity playing a waltz, and she followed her brother who entertained the moustached, gallant and indomitable Magyars in an interesting conversation.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">She didn't have the slightest suspicion of what was about to happen to her until she was approached by an officer. He was accompanied by a young man, also in uniform who, she was told, would soon marry her: he was the Duke of Brabant, son of King Leopold I</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">of Belgium...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><b>HERE I HAVE TO STOP MYSELF, ALAS!</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">But for sure you're wondering where does the surname, which gives the title to this post of mine, come from; page 19 reads: </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">When she reached Brussels and got out of her carriage, half an hour later than scheduled, Marie Henrihette wore a light gray silk muslin dress, a black cape and on her head she wore a tulle hat, also black, adorned with small pink flowers. Despite her drawn face, her smile will win over her new people who will welcome her joyfully and coin the nickname of "Rose of Brabant" in honor of her beauty.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">«Marie Henrihette is a beautiful and rosy princess as fresh as the dawn, with such a lively and eloquent physiognomy», the Countess of Fiquelmonte would write enthusiastically in her correspondence after seeing the future daughter-in-law of the king upon her arrival.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">(This text is drawn from</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> MARIA ENRICHETTA. DA VIENNA A BRUXELLES UN'ASBURGO REGINA DEI BELGI by Daniela Lasagnini, MGS PRESS, Trieste ©</span><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">)</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><b>AND THAT'S TRULY ALL, I CANNOT GO FURTHER!</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">But I don't want to leave you before than publishing some images of hers:</span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYsYlt8CWMKMNU2ETmF1DvKMdgHd7H5YNvjT24_ny1enBhhcc-zvH6dMt0arBSBMXPUVcOO0R-Tul0mhHbaRFzVa_ERUtO52mvwvos3jg83ZPKT5UADiUj7IMsAk3-M4kP0ay9-q53uvGUDDDMxjZ05n6uBgUCbvx9OZNAPQAg49iwl9f5IkfOUXUO/s2791/Portret_van_Maria-Henrietha%20by%20Nicaise%20de%20Keyser%20(1813-1887),%201853.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2791" data-original-width="1599" height="908" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYsYlt8CWMKMNU2ETmF1DvKMdgHd7H5YNvjT24_ny1enBhhcc-zvH6dMt0arBSBMXPUVcOO0R-Tul0mhHbaRFzVa_ERUtO52mvwvos3jg83ZPKT5UADiUj7IMsAk3-M4kP0ay9-q53uvGUDDDMxjZ05n6uBgUCbvx9OZNAPQAg49iwl9f5IkfOUXUO/w520-h908/Portret_van_Maria-Henrietha%20by%20Nicaise%20de%20Keyser%20(1813-1887),%201853.jpg" width="520" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Portrait of Marie Henriette by Nicaise de Keyser (1813-1887), 1853</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIzfOO3mLQm7-_XX_bIJXb6YNDLqCvbM-RxD3OK8zoz77FsiGSvWDIgWFir1FI70arkjlMhTlvuQpCoz_zs0l_C2IOGVDfD-fw96Kw-7byHl7Zr28b2qjrJuEfkKH2i-OkM7sh_r-tYZGA5mWquplY542h_14lnkJkK-0PREIwUpgNurltvZqWwpAF/s1438/Portret_van_Maria-Henrietha%20by%20Nicaise%20de%20Keyser%20(1813-1887),%201853,%20detail.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1438" data-original-width="1355" height="553" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIzfOO3mLQm7-_XX_bIJXb6YNDLqCvbM-RxD3OK8zoz77FsiGSvWDIgWFir1FI70arkjlMhTlvuQpCoz_zs0l_C2IOGVDfD-fw96Kw-7byHl7Zr28b2qjrJuEfkKH2i-OkM7sh_r-tYZGA5mWquplY542h_14lnkJkK-0PREIwUpgNurltvZqWwpAF/w521-h553/Portret_van_Maria-Henrietha%20by%20Nicaise%20de%20Keyser%20(1813-1887),%201853,%20detail.jpg" width="521" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">(Detail)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUPr1kmJfn-YD3oPkMrIFj7iTckNNCCg4bhvvYVrqqbxBtAhTkvBDYKN58KRpS1NDMUV2uCtUY3AfFnlCHGeNI7P2QQ69JW0H2gQ9sjXrpMY8YE6OeJvp4vbRItaJkjujtx_Qea_DJz6sq2qbdtf9mKBt2eiEB-BdMAqg_S19Ab_gY975ODsDw_WeH/s1918/Marie%20Henriette,%20Duchess%20of%20Brabant%20(1836-1902)%201860,%20ROYAL%20COLLECTION%20TRUST,%20RCIN%202907577.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1918" data-original-width="1174" height="843" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUPr1kmJfn-YD3oPkMrIFj7iTckNNCCg4bhvvYVrqqbxBtAhTkvBDYKN58KRpS1NDMUV2uCtUY3AfFnlCHGeNI7P2QQ69JW0H2gQ9sjXrpMY8YE6OeJvp4vbRItaJkjujtx_Qea_DJz6sq2qbdtf9mKBt2eiEB-BdMAqg_S19Ab_gY975ODsDw_WeH/w516-h843/Marie%20Henriette,%20Duchess%20of%20Brabant%20(1836-1902)%201860,%20ROYAL%20COLLECTION%20TRUST,%20RCIN%202907577.jpg" width="516" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Marie Henriette, young Duchess of Brabant, in a photograph by unknown author,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">© Royal Collection Trust</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKAPzGHgAQylIuf0vG1eAB-e2WiFNKmxA7AwFG8G53B7yemMmkzVD-SNg3odaCZIxac8Qeefl-qtRKVDq9vem_4-SagtEHdiZv_DJtxT4MUkpXo_RJKxpqEl85XrUFkjOmf1HgHnGoRcVMAkZfmVpHU-iCZDsddiNj-FMifs30rkAsQX5fVtcqXrB9/s742/Queen%20Marie%20Henriette%20of%20Belgium.%201868.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="742" data-original-width="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKAPzGHgAQylIuf0vG1eAB-e2WiFNKmxA7AwFG8G53B7yemMmkzVD-SNg3odaCZIxac8Qeefl-qtRKVDq9vem_4-SagtEHdiZv_DJtxT4MUkpXo_RJKxpqEl85XrUFkjOmf1HgHnGoRcVMAkZfmVpHU-iCZDsddiNj-FMifs30rkAsQX5fVtcqXrB9/s16000/Queen%20Marie%20Henriette%20of%20Belgium.%201868.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">And here you have a photograph of hers portraying her in riding attire in 1868: she was crowned Queen of the Belgians for three years, and her expression tells you how sad her life was going to become: n</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">o heir to the throne, yet, and a life so hard to live with a young boy she'd never seen before than getting married to him, a boy who became an arrogant man!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">To write this book was a delight to me, it came all at once, I wrote it in un a flash with much passion and enthusiasm, and hope to convey just this enthusiasm to whoever will read it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In the hope You've enjoyed the time we spent together today, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">with sincere thankfulness I'm sending my dearest hug to You, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Dearest Readers and Friends of mine!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">See you soon <span> </span>❤</div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqfpgX2fg2N6HRG-KIYk41Rts3B7JIwIYJaQnHUB0aDz5oYULA2hI33VO60n8R91rmyQB-FfFDJk0L7DhN0vGTSxCLBmffjJuDaEvseMEZjaBBFYCRkwRm0d1AUGwEMdE6b59cNjcSdtDzvjx4oUfU7fIvtW5e2naefgdd7FjcWApY4VCmv8a7P6pE/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqfpgX2fg2N6HRG-KIYk41Rts3B7JIwIYJaQnHUB0aDz5oYULA2hI33VO60n8R91rmyQB-FfFDJk0L7DhN0vGTSxCLBmffjJuDaEvseMEZjaBBFYCRkwRm0d1AUGwEMdE6b59cNjcSdtDzvjx4oUfU7fIvtW5e2naefgdd7FjcWApY4VCmv8a7P6pE/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gu4vPrlTbygusFrvROJLIV0-61Z0uqyAHW0LOOy-5ZYXxJSgFGbUzOlrAYTrM2_rwF1FXkpnAzjD_CgdTWlGD4qI9Q7mRkOcQIi59Njg9suQ5TZv7EJpnrhxkH3plXFHSuANNSFf13nLBG9hAcq6an6LNULUQOefSczC_K2dXbKqgqygOOJrVZxd/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gu4vPrlTbygusFrvROJLIV0-61Z0uqyAHW0LOOy-5ZYXxJSgFGbUzOlrAYTrM2_rwF1FXkpnAzjD_CgdTWlGD4qI9Q7mRkOcQIi59Njg9suQ5TZv7EJpnrhxkH3plXFHSuANNSFf13nLBG9hAcq6an6LNULUQOefSczC_K2dXbKqgqygOOJrVZxd/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>La "Rosa di Brabante"</i></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div><span>Nei giorni della sua pubblicazione, eccovi le primissime righe con cui inizia la mia biografia su Maria Enrichetta d'Asburgo-Lorena. Le ho tradotte con tutto il cuore per i lettori di lingua madre inglese, al fine di trasportarli nel mondo che queste pagine dischiude, e le ho trascritte per quelli italiani perché sia una sorta di 'assaggio' del testo che loro, se credono, possono acquistare e leggere per intero. E' con entusiasmo che condivido con tutti voi l'inizio del primo capitolo che rappresenta una sorta d'introduzione, una prefazione a tutta la storia su Maria Enrichetta; è questo il momento in cui la sua vita si appresta a cambiare irrimediabilmente. </span></div><div><span>Ella dovrà lasciare il suo Paese per il Belgio, di cui diverrà la seconda regina. </span></div><div><span>Giovane di buon cuore dotata di forte temperamento, ella mai si arrenderà messa di fronte alle difficoltà che il destino le serberà, anzi, sembrò persino che, con il trascorrere del tempo, divenuta donna ed incoronata regina, ella si fosse fatta sempre più forte. Fino a che subentrerà l'età ad indebolirla, ovviamente.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span>IMMAGINE DI FRONTESPIZIO - Questo dipinto </span>è
opera di Sir William Charles Ross (1794-1860), nominato pittore e
miniaturista alla Corte della regina Vittoria quando ella salì sul
trono (1837). </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">La regina del Regno Unito gli
commissionò questo ritratto nel novembre del 1853 in occasione della
visita dei duchi di Brabante durante il loro viaggio di nozze. </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Con il titolo </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i>Marie,
Duchess of Brabant (1836-1902), later Queen of the Belgians</i></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">
l’opera fa tutt’oggi parte del ROYAL COLLECTION TRUST (RCIN
420384).</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">CAPITOLO I </span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">LA "ROSA DI BRABANTE"</span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Era una tiepida serata di tarda primavera del 1853. I diplomatici, i nobili e gli aristocratici viennesi erano stati invitati a un ricevimento alla Hofburg. L’occasione era un <i>Ball bei Hof</i>, un vero e proprio ballo di gala1. La <i>Großer Galerie</i>, nel pieno del suo splendore, era gremita</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">di personalità importanti che attendevano l’arrivo dell’imperatore. Abiti in raso e in seta, tenuti in forma da rigide crinoline e arricchiti di preziose decorazioni, frusciavano sul pavimento appena incerato e le migliaia di candele accese rendevano sontuosa quella serata di festa illuminando a giorno il salone. Gli imponenti lampadari e i candelabri, appesi alle pareti a lato degli specchi, riverberavano una luce calda, simile a quella che, attraverso le ampie vetrate, diffondeva il sole al tramonto. Fuori, i profumi dei giardini fioriti si spargevano nell’aria e dai balconi aperti entravano nel salone confondendosi con le essenze con cui le dame, in epoca vittoriana, usavano profumarsi i capelli raccolti in acconciature da sera. Un chiacchiericcio di sottofondo sembrava armonizzare con le note dei primissimi valzer di Strauß che l’orchestra intonava in attesa che l’imperatore desse ufficialmente avvio ai festeggiamenti. Francesco Giuseppe raggiunse la <i>Großer Galerie</i> intorno alle 17.30, visto che si era stabilito che i balli si sarebbero tenuti dalle 18 alle 20. Ad uno ad uno, i convenuti gli si avvicinarono per offrirgli i propri omaggi. Maria Enrichetta fece il suo ingresso nel salone tra gli arciduchi e le arciduchesse dando il braccio al suo cavaliere e rimase estasiata da tutto ciò che la circondava. Aveva 16 anni ed era la prima volta che si trovava alla Hofburg per un ballo ufficiale; fino a quel giorno era stata invitata al palazzo imperiale solamente per cene di famiglia2. Ammutolita di fronte a tutto quello sfarzo, si avvicinò con deferenza a Francesco Giuseppe e, dopo averlo salutato con un inchino, danzò una <i>polonaise</i>, un ballo di origine polacca molto in voga a quel tempo, simile ad una lenta marcia ritmata. Si slacciò quindi il corsetto, da cui si sentiva eccessivamente costretta, e si deliziò nell’ascoltare la madre che, accarezzando i tasti del piano, mostrò il suo virtuosismo suonando un valzer, e seguì il fratello che intratteneva i baffuti, galanti ed indomabili magiari in un’interessante conversazione3.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Non aveva il benché minimo sospetto di quanto stava per accaderle fino a che non fu avvicinata da un ufficiale. Lo accompagnava un giovinetto, anch’egli in divisa che, le fu detto, sarebbe diventato presto suo sposo: era il duca di Brabante, figlio di re Leopoldo I del Belgio.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><b>E QUI, PURTROPPO, DEVO FERMARMI!</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Per certo vi chiederete da dove provenga il soprannome che dà il titolo al post; a pagina 19 si legge: </span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Quando raggiunse Bruxelles e scese dal suo vagone, con mezz'ora di ritardo rispetto a quanto stabilito, Maria Enrichetta indossava un abito di mussola di seta grigio chiaro, una mantellina nera e sul capo portava un cappellino di tulle, anch'esso nero, adornato di piccoli fiori rosa. Nonostante il volto tirato, il suo sorriso conquisterà il suo nuovo popolo che l'accoglierà festoso e conierà in suo onore il soprannome di “Rosa di Brabante” per omaggiare la sua bellezza.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">«Maria Enrichetta è una bella e rosea principessa fresca come l'aurora, dalla fisionomia così vivace ed eloquente», scriverà entusiasta, nella sua corrispondenza, la contessa di Fiquelmonte dopo aver visto la futura nuora del re al suo arrivo. </div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">(</span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Il testo è tratto da MARIA ENRICHETTA. DA VIENNA A BRUXELLES UN'ASBURGO REGINA DEI BELGI di Daniela Lasagnini, MGS PRESS, Trieste ©</span><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">)</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div></div><div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><b>E QUESTO E' DAVVERO TUTTO, NON POSSO SPINGERMI OLTRE!</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Ma non voglio lasciarvi prima di aver pubblicato alcune sue immagini:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span>IMMAGINE 2 - Ritratto di</span><span style="text-align: center;"> Marie Henriette by Nicaise de Keyser (1813-1887), 1853</span></span></div><div><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="text-align: center;">IMMAGINE 3 - </span><span>Ritratto di</span><span style="text-align: center;"> Marie Henriette by Nicaise de Keyser (1813-1887), 1853, dettaglio</span></span></div><div><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="text-align: center;">IMMAGINE 4 - </span><span style="text-align: center;">Marie Henriette, young Duchess of Brabant, in una fotografia scattata da un autore ignoto, </span><span style="text-align: center;">© Royal Collection Trust</span></span></div><div><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">IMMAGINE 5 - Ed eccovi un'immagine che la ritrae in tenuta da amazzone nel 1868: era già regina dei belgi da tre anni e la sua espressione vi dice quanto triste stesse diventando la sua esistenza: non era ancora nato alcun erede al trono e la sua vita coniugale era così dura da viversi con un giovane ragazzo che non aveva mai visto prima di sposarlo, un ragazzo che si fece uomo decisamente arrogante!</span></span></div><div><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Scrivere questo libro è stato delizioso per me, l'ho fatto di getto, l'ho scritto in un lampo con molta passione ed entusiasmo e mi auguro di trasmettere proprio questo entusiasmo a coloro che lo leggeranno.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Nella speranza che Vi sia stato gradito il tempo trascorso insieme oggi, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Con la massima gratitudine Vi invio il mio caro abbraccio, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Carissimi Lettori ed Amici!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> A presto ❤ </div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: center;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVtpYrghSdS1xgQSgZXHwtQHs-WtWPFEfsq63fMutmEsrmUV-OLVVp0tLH1SdNkkpGinFBABe--unH6-ZX_OjfusFe0Ewed714r3SmH5VvNgEYsVAXEPrEV8QN1G3RuQ3Dr2N0EJ9ovYcD85TbDA88xQuUu9jY4hLfQdBIr5yf0W0NS8YbCdESBEN/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVtpYrghSdS1xgQSgZXHwtQHs-WtWPFEfsq63fMutmEsrmUV-OLVVp0tLH1SdNkkpGinFBABe--unH6-ZX_OjfusFe0Ewed714r3SmH5VvNgEYsVAXEPrEV8QN1G3RuQ3Dr2N0EJ9ovYcD85TbDA88xQuUu9jY4hLfQdBIr5yf0W0NS8YbCdESBEN/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFd0l-xDbSz1ut2Y9QvZETihO690FFdsK9zW_F_MV2mLEpgbzATPvhYCqrtsbA_paMUsPhMGHjuCd3-1vvcIojmHuYWZ1OPdc-Ad_lhTIkBo6nnmuemCSVc8gy_86H9FLUFTP64l7iFMJc2ej38NpEyy4JzNGCPFlvcWJxUBzfbZH2yiQVfxS48nwg/s281/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="254" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFd0l-xDbSz1ut2Y9QvZETihO690FFdsK9zW_F_MV2mLEpgbzATPvhYCqrtsbA_paMUsPhMGHjuCd3-1vvcIojmHuYWZ1OPdc-Ad_lhTIkBo6nnmuemCSVc8gy_86H9FLUFTP64l7iFMJc2ej38NpEyy4JzNGCPFlvcWJxUBzfbZH2yiQVfxS48nwg/s1600/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" width="254" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>LINKING TO:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-61/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://comedy-plus.com/awww-mondays-296/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">AWWW MONDAYS</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://familycorner.blogspot.com/2023/05/blog-365-150-happy-homemaker-monday.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HAPPY HOMEMAKER MONDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.stonecottageadventures.com/2023/05/its-time-to-party-tuesdays-with-twist.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/05/vintage-charm-party-390.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">VINTAGE CHARM PARTY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://goodrandomfun.blogspot.com/2023/06/moma.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">LITTLE THINGS THURSDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-46068406336136250952023-05-14T17:58:00.022+02:002023-05-31T17:43:24.619+02:00Ludwig Messel and Nymans Manor House and Gardens<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOKfwzc3DwrWgw0G_XHEP28nBtr-uON1fkEpJlQXsaWv-iEV4imGtvnqfrj4V5TRgjfukcL9Td9TJEUdEVp6hK2HD_cw5OXOmRX5L76UqlhLUUBOQmMOJXIwiw3btLHoTswdObFLm1qqOXDrr91LHDs6a6m6WIMe0ZetqlKKeNtN8fJwOBGxtid7Q2/s846/Nymans%20Manor%20House%20in%20Sussex,%20England%20was%20gutted%20by%20fire%20in%20the%20forties,%20but%20the%20shell%20has%20been%20preserved%20&%20allowed%20to%20become%20part%20of%20the%20beautifully%20kept%20gardens%20that%20surround%20it..jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="564" height="790" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOKfwzc3DwrWgw0G_XHEP28nBtr-uON1fkEpJlQXsaWv-iEV4imGtvnqfrj4V5TRgjfukcL9Td9TJEUdEVp6hK2HD_cw5OXOmRX5L76UqlhLUUBOQmMOJXIwiw3btLHoTswdObFLm1qqOXDrr91LHDs6a6m6WIMe0ZetqlKKeNtN8fJwOBGxtid7Q2/w527-h790/Nymans%20Manor%20House%20in%20Sussex,%20England%20was%20gutted%20by%20fire%20in%20the%20forties,%20but%20the%20shell%20has%20been%20preserved%20&%20allowed%20to%20become%20part%20of%20the%20beautifully%20kept%20gardens%20that%20surround%20it..jpg" width="527" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgudv59hSngWjBCQ3zXQoFVWNyYZaVKDhQrRGMV2fOoFHFLhWCoC9t2uzHysfr1puXjMz0i4B4CFm1u5fg0HAkt1QpgB4wc8Ho-TICttcYlIwzwtRj-oWIXk7TuT9IKXF30nAEOkoahQvUbDFIniIkpGUAuwDDpq7dMUaAtkh9ap-cWci3g5KDfXB/s1024/Nymans-17-1024x683-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="683" data-original-width="1024" height="349" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgudv59hSngWjBCQ3zXQoFVWNyYZaVKDhQrRGMV2fOoFHFLhWCoC9t2uzHysfr1puXjMz0i4B4CFm1u5fg0HAkt1QpgB4wc8Ho-TICttcYlIwzwtRj-oWIXk7TuT9IKXF30nAEOkoahQvUbDFIniIkpGUAuwDDpq7dMUaAtkh9ap-cWci3g5KDfXB/w525-h349/Nymans-17-1024x683-1.jpg" width="525" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVIaoBo8gQ8ReXKMbfE73XdztRDtP9Ihi9otxKPADzxEFN4KA5bR3ShEO2-k5E6YYLNTozqnK1O5Wc6UocPNnzBaxEXoiy_8MqcVo2ZX0C9nRQZFCio9Zi0-44uLE44qBts8XKp8WGQDvCwfRam3zPJ5dGjtfap3uSQPXNaR4H_-lA-xgLsBQO4oI3/s610/nymans_house_-_geograph.org_.uk_-_2377353%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="610" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVIaoBo8gQ8ReXKMbfE73XdztRDtP9Ihi9otxKPADzxEFN4KA5bR3ShEO2-k5E6YYLNTozqnK1O5Wc6UocPNnzBaxEXoiy_8MqcVo2ZX0C9nRQZFCio9Zi0-44uLE44qBts8XKp8WGQDvCwfRam3zPJ5dGjtfap3uSQPXNaR4H_-lA-xgLsBQO4oI3/w525-h430/nymans_house_-_geograph.org_.uk_-_2377353%20(1).jpg" width="525" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzEDJI-ym2TbrwPTY-6ay-oyBIGM2bFuIxzSczbBq6jizBlvqluDS5Cx8Dx3ld0pIC2tbw_p_FZHcxLVoopfjvWewo40jh-kJzhWZf3p6zcBYrBplPiyqvcDpl7pinz5_ccK6HhAfjRqIgrdLF-DXcnBFOg6WjSeAYysNomGsojL7AGH6gmrAJb35r/s550/nymans-gardens-and-house.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="412" data-original-width="550" height="393" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzEDJI-ym2TbrwPTY-6ay-oyBIGM2bFuIxzSczbBq6jizBlvqluDS5Cx8Dx3ld0pIC2tbw_p_FZHcxLVoopfjvWewo40jh-kJzhWZf3p6zcBYrBplPiyqvcDpl7pinz5_ccK6HhAfjRqIgrdLF-DXcnBFOg6WjSeAYysNomGsojL7AGH6gmrAJb35r/w525-h393/nymans-gardens-and-house.jpg" width="525" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Nymans House and Gardens, situated in Mid-Sussex, belong to the National Trust which preserves ancient mansions, castles and estates that have belonged to rich and powerful people of hundreds of years ago. Nymans appears to be a medieval manor house with an extensive Gothic part so old to has fallen into decay.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">In fact, having a look back in time, Nymans seems to have been truly a medieval estate named after an otherwise forgotten family called NYNWEMAN in the early XIVth century. The property went through various hands, the Gatland family building a house on the site of the present one sometime in the XVIth or XVIIth century, before that it all ended up in the XIXth century with one George Harrington, who rebuilt the house and enlarged the estate. But our story begins in 1890 when th</span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">e entire 600-acre plot</span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"> was purchased by a wealthy German stockbroker, </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Ludwig Ernest Wilhelm Leonard Messel, originally from Darmstadt. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Ludwig was the son of Simon Messel and Emilie Lindheim and he was born on 9 January 1847. In 1816, his grandfather, Aron, had founded a banking house in Darmstadt, which was then part of the Grand Duchy of Hesse. Young Ludwig came to Britain in 1868 with his brother Rudolf, allegedly with gold coins sewn into their shirts with which to ease their early days in the Country. Some say the Messels left their Country to avoid persecution, for they were a Jewish family. Although people who professed the Jewish religion weren't seen with great favour in German-speaking Countries since the age of the first Crusade (1096), this seems to make little sense then – Hesse was no more or less anti-Semitic than anywhere else in north-west Europe at the time, including the UK. Perhaps, like the Rothschilds, the Messels hoped to establish an international family business. Perhaps they were simply seeking their fortunes, and looking for opportunities, as people have done before and since. And, anyway, according to one account, Rudolf went back to Hesse to serve as a stretcher-bearer in the Franco-Prussian War of 1870-71. Ludwig didn’t come back, but maybe didn't even intended to stay. The thing is that in 1871 he married Annie Cussans </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijR7Z5SMSgQOnfXoWW84J6gQay2JpQxnDxhqzx7i0s57Sg2oMA03MJ5P_SFguKaKBC4ModxuTwFFZ-NzhEwup2OORwnk5PDdPeLs8z08rormcrGiMZWIt1qV6s6P1UuuzJELUPWFgT7x6bpz8YJWu4qEMFdw0vr1GDoO3F7ikmqTVxpBDCL6Wb5QIW/s768/My_little_old_world_Annie%20and%20Ludwig%20Messel.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="568" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijR7Z5SMSgQOnfXoWW84J6gQay2JpQxnDxhqzx7i0s57Sg2oMA03MJ5P_SFguKaKBC4ModxuTwFFZ-NzhEwup2OORwnk5PDdPeLs8z08rormcrGiMZWIt1qV6s6P1UuuzJELUPWFgT7x6bpz8YJWu4qEMFdw0vr1GDoO3F7ikmqTVxpBDCL6Wb5QIW/w474-h640/My_little_old_world_Annie%20and%20Ludwig%20Messel.png" width="474" /></a></div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">in the London disctrict of Lambeth and in 1873 founded the stockbroking firm of L. Messel & Company. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">And bought Nymans in 1890. According to the National Trust he did it “to integrate himself into English society”. It’s a curious expression, given he’d lived here for 20 years, married an Englishwoman, established a successful business and had a family, all before he acquired his grand domain. Maybe he purchased Nymans simply because he wanted a big estate, loved gardening, and had amassed enough of a fortune to indulge himself. Maybe, like his wealthy Victorian contemporaries, he felt he needed a suitable country mansion in which to entertain, as it was usual then. Maybe, despite apparently being a British subject by this time, his German-Jewish background was unacceptable to some and having a nice property helped overcome some social prejudice. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Ludwig had a great interest in trees and plants and began the development of Nymans’ tree planting and collection of shrubs and flowers. He developed the <i>walled garden</i>, the <i>heather garden</i> and the <i>pergola walk</i>. An original Regency mansion was part of Nymans then and he wanted to turn it into a place for family life and for his guests.</span></div><div><span><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Anne and Ludwig had six children and it was the eldest son of theirs, Leonard, who inherited the property in 1916. He was an even more enthusiastic plantsman than his father, and added greatly to the Nymans collections. And it was he who built a new house in the Tudor and Gothic style. </div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qajOqzTUxZIwyleYzi0rKQB5fAc-djDW0JP8a78wqeBB9Bsbt8MCktE2ItorpPcLbI5HbEnLxrfJcPewCAolUwQZd_SWKh56frRgETtUx_AjsTZ1aK3YkxDwUu2o8H8Eqld8h3Nij28oizduQ-YKm5Qf7xkBu8Qquqwf4Voe9FNBRJv9jgXH46cv/s1000/o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="399" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qajOqzTUxZIwyleYzi0rKQB5fAc-djDW0JP8a78wqeBB9Bsbt8MCktE2ItorpPcLbI5HbEnLxrfJcPewCAolUwQZd_SWKh56frRgETtUx_AjsTZ1aK3YkxDwUu2o8H8Eqld8h3Nij28oizduQ-YKm5Qf7xkBu8Qquqwf4Voe9FNBRJv9jgXH46cv/w531-h399/o.jpg" width="531" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjayVTQW_H4Kbbrw9jAVDHpspVEwyTPaSsQD7J-fCJD8wixyG4S5GolNbve1h61Gx1-1YxfCzcBQsPx46dITKM8YJ1OZqW4g915vRq-Nd1KO5mN6JvW5oJu2PZRmLITZDayeCQUBnyK8Jz5PTSo8h4ut_AwPs1q9uicSI_IxV7aeaGrkSQCyTrDz1sb/s1100/70489182-Calla-at-the-manor-house-Nymans-Garden-Handcross-West-Sussex-Great-Britain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="733" data-original-width="1100" height="353" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjayVTQW_H4Kbbrw9jAVDHpspVEwyTPaSsQD7J-fCJD8wixyG4S5GolNbve1h61Gx1-1YxfCzcBQsPx46dITKM8YJ1OZqW4g915vRq-Nd1KO5mN6JvW5oJu2PZRmLITZDayeCQUBnyK8Jz5PTSo8h4ut_AwPs1q9uicSI_IxV7aeaGrkSQCyTrDz1sb/w531-h353/70489182-Calla-at-the-manor-house-Nymans-Garden-Handcross-West-Sussex-Great-Britain.jpg" width="531" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4wspa93WBl7FZV6zt_XHL8jIiXgwgwsxd7khl6h3nm3mXQeM1wvNIWZtrq4958Uxn6Ai7eGbt6iMU8R5aPK88MhRzyuTyTmvsaeh52PKPu91ItXE1liNKxHNDGemxrRPP_Yg01E_zpGiNx0CqUWgT6izEHeSKS5HmqpcWdus7FI_p6-ntSE6ZPO1/s550/Nymans%20Gardens%20and%20House.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="310" data-original-width="550" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4wspa93WBl7FZV6zt_XHL8jIiXgwgwsxd7khl6h3nm3mXQeM1wvNIWZtrq4958Uxn6Ai7eGbt6iMU8R5aPK88MhRzyuTyTmvsaeh52PKPu91ItXE1liNKxHNDGemxrRPP_Yg01E_zpGiNx0CqUWgT6izEHeSKS5HmqpcWdus7FI_p6-ntSE6ZPO1/w528-h297/Nymans%20Gardens%20and%20House.jpg" width="528" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">So the house which appears to be medieval and which we see today is little over 100 years old. In October 1947 a disastrous fire swept through most of the property creating the burnt out shell we see today at the southern end.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">The house was only partially re-built after the fire and became probably, even more fascinating with its appearance of ruin, and earned so much as for charm and antiquity.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">What we can see today of the most part the historic mansion is simply a Gothic fairy tale, acting as a romantic background for the gardens and surrounding woodland.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Nymans' became one of the homes of Anne Messel, Leonard’s daughter, who married Ronald Armstrong Jones. Their son, Anthony, married Queen Elisabeth II’s sister, Princess Margaret, in 1960, who became Lord Snowdon in 1961. For many years they lived in the Nymans' estate. Leonard gave Nymans to The National Trust in 1954 but the house continued to be lived in by the family.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><div>Anne’s second husband was the Earl of Rosse and Anne lived with her husband mainly in Ireland in Birr Castle, but she often came to live at Nymans. Anne was one of the founders of <i>The Victorian Society</i> which aimed to preserve the (then unfashionable) art and architecture of the Victorian period.</div><div>Anne was also a keen gardener and took a hand in Nymans’ continuing development.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3WudDvBokbmPalekvATJY6v8tvT-JqMWxcCtKJzUuE7ms29mYje4g3Orwz9TRwSS8XoBNH9-ezuI2NpN6VZxPyG4jXD-4UKq75xtq0oyuAz0TGAX1baneQDEK9f99EC8gI37RX5QSV_UaZQkYrEbIrlYThM3CRq3aTmMjCZBNytSH_lpp7dXbe_yK/s1024/Nymans,%20West%20Sussex,%20England%20-%20The%20Loggia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="684" data-original-width="1024" height="351" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3WudDvBokbmPalekvATJY6v8tvT-JqMWxcCtKJzUuE7ms29mYje4g3Orwz9TRwSS8XoBNH9-ezuI2NpN6VZxPyG4jXD-4UKq75xtq0oyuAz0TGAX1baneQDEK9f99EC8gI37RX5QSV_UaZQkYrEbIrlYThM3CRq3aTmMjCZBNytSH_lpp7dXbe_yK/w523-h351/Nymans,%20West%20Sussex,%20England%20-%20The%20Loggia.jpg" width="523" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFEZi4ggIrsFKLJC5X2kb9GQduiYD7V40yTdt9A_FXsg-KAbcGUu5vYjJppghQm1WVfuxTAqjgH9yNc-Qm5nIG1p98GUx979S6zuJgtjxM7PjR_9tiokzN9a2u7Z2ldoLezX4jBu-a9lZNZDtcSF0ynLTzx0fW6s34pLdyx6GSuIDxhSINaSR4PMWm/s1024/Nymans-47-683x1024-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="683" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFEZi4ggIrsFKLJC5X2kb9GQduiYD7V40yTdt9A_FXsg-KAbcGUu5vYjJppghQm1WVfuxTAqjgH9yNc-Qm5nIG1p98GUx979S6zuJgtjxM7PjR_9tiokzN9a2u7Z2ldoLezX4jBu-a9lZNZDtcSF0ynLTzx0fW6s34pLdyx6GSuIDxhSINaSR4PMWm/w426-h640/Nymans-47-683x1024-1.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCnfLAfOCMzoXC09O-NXODcWW1SuYEANrBhPGk9hK3Rn7HytdyIFzM5cO_0eMaM_SWJ9HGkwBup0LdSqYJRCrDqSDrOuy675pJ_zjJYq6nZbz1N5VVGwJCDk3rfHNcVNonn6RhfKuuEp59CK3XR8RNka8n3qyTgQQiUTg81pDihzBLUv1z94ajvu0p/s1000/o%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCnfLAfOCMzoXC09O-NXODcWW1SuYEANrBhPGk9hK3Rn7HytdyIFzM5cO_0eMaM_SWJ9HGkwBup0LdSqYJRCrDqSDrOuy675pJ_zjJYq6nZbz1N5VVGwJCDk3rfHNcVNonn6RhfKuuEp59CK3XR8RNka8n3qyTgQQiUTg81pDihzBLUv1z94ajvu0p/w527-h396/o%20(1).jpg" width="527" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>With her husband she added rhododendrons, camellias, hydrangeas, hypericums, agapanthus, hardy fuschias and more roses. In 1979, following the death of her husband she returned permanently to Nymans to spend her final years here. She was Director of the Garden until 1987. She died at Nymans in July 1992 aged 90.</div><div>In addition to the extensive gardens, which are listed in Historic England's Register of Parks and Gardens, when the house re-opens it is the one Anne lived in that visitors can see.</div></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Here you are some shots of the interiors taken from the web:</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM9HXQHfAayyiYWG1AtXgxYQ_Z5Myun0QJ3L6QiDLiZ8CxKUrIoussrkUiIjcAYq_h0Rlq3IZRdTU91gGRZW6hPnsAJXfSUlExsTTSawKhjvjCvT6dC0gZ58_6WYf34xfCXLBuxZgTui5KimamIIIt1mVSaMVKGW6mg4otpU9v89cTgexvVVAecqF1/s2048/Nymans_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="351" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM9HXQHfAayyiYWG1AtXgxYQ_Z5Myun0QJ3L6QiDLiZ8CxKUrIoussrkUiIjcAYq_h0Rlq3IZRdTU91gGRZW6hPnsAJXfSUlExsTTSawKhjvjCvT6dC0gZ58_6WYf34xfCXLBuxZgTui5KimamIIIt1mVSaMVKGW6mg4otpU9v89cTgexvVVAecqF1/w527-h351/Nymans_1.jpg" width="527" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_EKs0ed_19xGm1LJMfWA2gMwWSNUVkKK9w4Q7WNRlTIGimF7L3mBUNH17SsDdgtcnRaM9X14R8hG9ecnICP7AjNVMF6b0O55d3TLCS7ogVPj7uPjTv00pIXmn-yvKTqa5pnDyVmtaiYigJ09AsbXn1kwRlAIaDCIS9lhq9Kgb_pIv66RkZfgZ0hac/s2048/Nymans_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1360" data-original-width="2048" height="349" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_EKs0ed_19xGm1LJMfWA2gMwWSNUVkKK9w4Q7WNRlTIGimF7L3mBUNH17SsDdgtcnRaM9X14R8hG9ecnICP7AjNVMF6b0O55d3TLCS7ogVPj7uPjTv00pIXmn-yvKTqa5pnDyVmtaiYigJ09AsbXn1kwRlAIaDCIS9lhq9Kgb_pIv66RkZfgZ0hac/w526-h349/Nymans_2.jpg" width="526" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUKgR8D2VGfk0XYtI_d9RoEWulHJUt55Ldu8Yi4kVhhxUplq9rG_0zM_o87_4uRwURmoaZJUzYtSx6lWsOnH9yyxbXp0im7Y4vO-MJkTq-Q9VWYU57PMH2zqI4KlEipbwqey4wisWaURlgrd414j3P7uR3t_GIntiI5_6XOHOxRlCV81CCgwVy2Ew9/s1280/Nymans_5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUKgR8D2VGfk0XYtI_d9RoEWulHJUt55Ldu8Yi4kVhhxUplq9rG_0zM_o87_4uRwURmoaZJUzYtSx6lWsOnH9yyxbXp0im7Y4vO-MJkTq-Q9VWYU57PMH2zqI4KlEipbwqey4wisWaURlgrd414j3P7uR3t_GIntiI5_6XOHOxRlCV81CCgwVy2Ew9/w523-h346/Nymans_5.jpg" width="523" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiHjX3ueHu_9rge1iAKl_-cI223KaJa4hD9ySvUg2rx6hxEM-fpGJntVmpLESOsGcb8QUeCX8FMol4FknxoVdX1RIuMiz35qsZjJTb9GfE_VrZdLJq3FBkAkF0P4P8zpA2Z84vTESujlzwBD2iqyuCQPesduLo7404fPAAmIGIozSrHT-RR2eAs5yG/s600/Nymans_3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="399" data-original-width="600" height="347" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiHjX3ueHu_9rge1iAKl_-cI223KaJa4hD9ySvUg2rx6hxEM-fpGJntVmpLESOsGcb8QUeCX8FMol4FknxoVdX1RIuMiz35qsZjJTb9GfE_VrZdLJq3FBkAkF0P4P8zpA2Z84vTESujlzwBD2iqyuCQPesduLo7404fPAAmIGIozSrHT-RR2eAs5yG/w522-h347/Nymans_3.jpg" width="522" /></a></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOP1jqfrhiZOnlXJ3kKnc5jenSxje_OtLgaejlds4Tp0sGeLg9acTgE6wSN9sdLwL-EXk2_q7ZjXdX46omdjKc4tpkWkmMOIkHMnjBMWacHRPZYMTcAVn4QHOuCeZ2tgxFO_lqtQszYgnRp0fpA2kR2Y1w23wNtmz1GX0dPwhTtiSV9NPsuCO8xp_V/s1400/Nymans_4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="1400" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOP1jqfrhiZOnlXJ3kKnc5jenSxje_OtLgaejlds4Tp0sGeLg9acTgE6wSN9sdLwL-EXk2_q7ZjXdX46omdjKc4tpkWkmMOIkHMnjBMWacHRPZYMTcAVn4QHOuCeZ2tgxFO_lqtQszYgnRp0fpA2kR2Y1w23wNtmz1GX0dPwhTtiSV9NPsuCO8xp_V/w525-h295/Nymans_4.jpg" width="525" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv0xFRMBnENB79k1BYPxOdrm764K3Ag20PvkRS5MRM7Mcc2t8YhZpqh2LdO3xyeLkz77mwGywWTnIZiTQvBANHqiWmHG4zsF9Sq4EgYwFsMZSCUYYLibmlYjLadM9Tqhbr1nBXLMXcbfIvLvYgZL38Hr-2sEJgAit96BmXri8wAX6uRCmmV1N2nfRN/s1018/Nymans_6.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="727" data-original-width="1018" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv0xFRMBnENB79k1BYPxOdrm764K3Ag20PvkRS5MRM7Mcc2t8YhZpqh2LdO3xyeLkz77mwGywWTnIZiTQvBANHqiWmHG4zsF9Sq4EgYwFsMZSCUYYLibmlYjLadM9Tqhbr1nBXLMXcbfIvLvYgZL38Hr-2sEJgAit96BmXri8wAX6uRCmmV1N2nfRN/w522-h372/Nymans_6.png" width="522" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs4OrGylxj4xWIv9IU6zzq2Lh4f9xV8lF7DwqQROUou9S2xgALU6gisvuFn5x7T-8fEoRUBOazrVn-XwtllLZ8137R_cxOg27_JHnRDdaTRcMDpd4DrtpK8OkMoL6hX3DGCEk1X5gj46MAouYdytOGiOc-0tmPFrjH2lCikbQm-sv_WLqImwPmB0C6/s1018/Nymans_7.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="727" data-original-width="1018" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs4OrGylxj4xWIv9IU6zzq2Lh4f9xV8lF7DwqQROUou9S2xgALU6gisvuFn5x7T-8fEoRUBOazrVn-XwtllLZ8137R_cxOg27_JHnRDdaTRcMDpd4DrtpK8OkMoL6hX3DGCEk1X5gj46MAouYdytOGiOc-0tmPFrjH2lCikbQm-sv_WLqImwPmB0C6/w520-h372/Nymans_7.png" width="520" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ZpNVnUm_7MjSi74Wtq5tXXamVnyLjorlBwKjePog16QcAymPCquH8mlrlLcOqXFuz2kryq0XN--hJGpqqcK70aMn03eFAb388cfaNtOyDyoPEglb-3SnG3fHQ6ANwcDaghHSH3j7xcG_-1RKFmuUZoxig_tVt8rfo5b3K4lwVdKfbyrD3ef1WkN9/s950/Nymans_8.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="725" data-original-width="950" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ZpNVnUm_7MjSi74Wtq5tXXamVnyLjorlBwKjePog16QcAymPCquH8mlrlLcOqXFuz2kryq0XN--hJGpqqcK70aMn03eFAb388cfaNtOyDyoPEglb-3SnG3fHQ6ANwcDaghHSH3j7xcG_-1RKFmuUZoxig_tVt8rfo5b3K4lwVdKfbyrD3ef1WkN9/w518-h395/Nymans_8.jpg" width="518" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">I sincerely hope you've enjoyed this so wonderful stroll trhough History, Beauty and Elegance!</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With heartfelt gratitude, </span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I'm sending You all my best.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">See you soon </span><span style="text-align: left;">❤</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YfMaKBGsamEluS64TICTYffKtT_P2HpOgmqjzrSu858Ti34M_QNspIq0kmXII2eLRXCjoyXuwPFDDF8EN4OUO_B8dXH-qd54kzIgeU027P4frZuXMZUtDa2ZMwjvQmZryOGVAIrj-l4rQpY3vNb6_mBTqqLiL7en1I662zpiU37DaORJ9zIxWqkh/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YfMaKBGsamEluS64TICTYffKtT_P2HpOgmqjzrSu858Ti34M_QNspIq0kmXII2eLRXCjoyXuwPFDDF8EN4OUO_B8dXH-qd54kzIgeU027P4frZuXMZUtDa2ZMwjvQmZryOGVAIrj-l4rQpY3vNb6_mBTqqLiL7en1I662zpiU37DaORJ9zIxWqkh/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><br /><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDe8D7st0kUOWhR33gcsU_a6fpIaaAbDifAF8mZJXge3lUzyNwBRoXCcxSFJHWpWY0FqytnAhqMGmi_WD_sbpjkqUmY9rumpy1X6nYrsnIAM8zl0xWJziEm-LSmQ4KwkuotLj0qD1yGtZ2lRjqZfJJQmZ1J5Kqmm3Gyxt0CEzHQAQlYIUpDMz4lamG/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDe8D7st0kUOWhR33gcsU_a6fpIaaAbDifAF8mZJXge3lUzyNwBRoXCcxSFJHWpWY0FqytnAhqMGmi_WD_sbpjkqUmY9rumpy1X6nYrsnIAM8zl0xWJziEm-LSmQ4KwkuotLj0qD1yGtZ2lRjqZfJJQmZ1J5Kqmm3Gyxt0CEzHQAQlYIUpDMz4lamG/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i><span style="text-align: left;">Ludwig Messel e la Tenuta di </span><span style="text-align: left;">Nymans </span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">IMMAGINE DI COPERTINA, IMMAGINE 2 - 3 - 4 - Rovine della dimora di Nymans</span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Il complesso di Nymans, situato nel Mid-Sussex, appartiene al National Trust che conserva antiche dimore, castelli e tenute appartenute a persone facoltose e potenti centinaia di anni fa. A giudicare dal suo aspetto Nymans appare come un maniero medievale con un'ampia parte gotica talmente antica da essere caduta in rovina.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">In realtà, guardando indietro nel tempo, Nymans sembra essere stata davvero una tenuta medievale che prese il nome da una famiglia altrimenti dimenticata chiamata Nynweman all'inizio del XIV secolo. La proprietà passò attraverso varie mani, la famiglia Gatland costruì una casa sul sito dell'attuale nel XVI o XVII secolo, prima che tutto finisse nel XIX secolo con un certo George Harrington, che ricostruì la casa e ampliò la proprietà. Ma la nostra storia inizia nel 1890 quando l'intero appezzamento di 600 acri fu acquistato da un ricco agente di cambio tedesco, Ludwig Ernest Wilhelm Leonard Messel, originario di Darmstadt.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Ludwig era figlio di Simon Messel ed Emilie Lindheim ed era nato il 9 gennaio 1847. Nel 1816 suo nonno Aron aveva fondato una banca a Darmstadt, che allora faceva parte del Granducato d'Assia. Il giovane Ludwig arrivò in Gran Bretagna nel 1868 con suo fratello Rudolf, presumibilmente con monete d'oro cucite all'interno delle loro camicie con cui 'alleviare' i loro primi giorni nel Paese. Alcuni dicono che i Messel lasciarono il loro Paese per evitare la persecuzione, perché appartenevano ad una famiglia ebrea. Sebbene le persone che professavano la religione ebraica non fossero viste di buon occhio nei paesi di lingua tedesca già dall'epoca della prima crociata (1096), tutto ciò sembra avere poco senso, vista l'epoca di cui stiamo parlando: l'Assia non era né più né meno antisemita di quanto fosse qualsiasi altra parte dell'Europa nordoccidentale all'epoca, Regno Unito compreso. Forse, come i Rothschild, i Messel speravano di fondare un'azienda familiare internazionale. Forse stavano semplicemente cercando fortuna e opportunità, come tanta gente fece prima e dopo. E, comunque, secondo un resoconto, Rudolf tornò in Assia per servire come barelliere nella guerra franco-prussiana del 1870-71. Ludwig non fece ritorno, ma forse non aveva neppure intenzione di restare. Il fatto è che nel 1871 sposò Annie Cussans </div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">IMMAGINE 5 - Anne Cussans e Ludwig Messels</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">nel quartiere londinese di Lambeth e nel 1873 fondò la società di intermediazione in borsa di L. Messel & Company.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Ed acquistò Nymans nel 1890. Secondo il National Trust lo fece “per integrarsi nella società inglese”. È un'espressione curiosa, dato che aveva vissuto in Inghilterra per 20 anni, sposato una donna inglese, avviato un'attività di successo e aveva una famiglia, tutto prima di acquisire il suo grande dominio. Forse lo fece semplicemente perché desiderava una grande tenuta, amava il giardinaggio e aveva accumulato abbastanza fortuna da sbizzarrirsi. Forse, come i suoi ricchi contemporanei vittoriani, avvertiva il bisogno di una residenza di campagna adatto in cui intrattenere amici secondo la moda del tempo. Forse, nonostante fosse apparentemente un suddito britannico a quel tempo, il suo background ebraico-tedesco era inaccettabile per alcuni e avere una bella proprietà poteva essergli di aiuto a superare alcuni pregiudizi sociali.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Ludwig aveva un grande interesse per alberi e piante e iniziò lo sviluppo della piantagione di alberi a Nymans e la raccolta di arbusti e fiori. Sviluppo il <i>walled-garden</i>, l'<i>heather garden </i>ed il <i>pergola walk</i>. A quel tempo di Nymans faceva parte una villa Regency originale ed egli voleva trasformarla in un luogo per la vita familiare ed i ricevimenti.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Anne e Ludwig ebbero sei figli e fu il primogenito, Leonard, ad ereditare la proprietà nel 1916. Egli era un giardiniere ancora più entusiasta del padre e aggiunse molto alle collezioni di Nymans. Ed è stato lui a costruire una nuova casa in stile Tudor e gotico.</div></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">IMMAGINE 6 - 7 - 8 - Vedute dall'esterno della parte restaurata dell'edificio che continuò ad essere abitata </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><div>Quindi l'edificio che sembra medievale e che vediamo oggi vanta poco più di 100 anni. Nell'ottobre del 1947 un disastroso incendio divampò nella maggior parte della proprietà creando quel 'guscio bruciato' che vediamo oggi all'estremità meridionale della residenza. Essa è stata ricostruita solo in parte ed è diventata, probabilmente, ancor più affascinante con il suo aspetto da rudere che tanto le ha conferito in quanto a fascino ed antichità. Quello che possiamo vedere oggi della maggior parte della dimora storica è semplicemente una fiaba gotica, che fa da sfondo romantico ai giardini e ai boschi circostanti.</div><div>Nymans divenne una delle case di Anne Messel, la figlia di Leonard, che sposò Ronald Armstrong Jones. Il loro figlio, Anthony, sposò la sorella della regina Elisabetta II, la principessa Margaret, nel 1960, e divenne Lord Snowdon nel 1961. Per molti anni vissero nella tenuta di Nymans.</div><div>Leonard cedette Nymans al National Trust nel 1954, ma la casa continuò ad essere abitata dalla famiglia.</div><div>Il secondo marito di Anne fu il conte di Rosse. Anne visse con suo marito principalmente in Irlanda a Birr Castle, ma spesso si trasferiva a Nymans. Ella fu una delle fondatrici di <i>The Victorian Society</i> che mirava a preservare l'arte e l'architettura (allora fuori moda) del periodo vittoriano.</div><div>Anne era anche un'appassionata giardiniera e ha contribuito al continuo sviluppo di Nymans.</div></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I</span><span style="font-family: georgia;">MMAGINE</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> 9 - 10 - 11 - La loggia, la piccionaia e le rovine viste dai giardini</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"> </div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Con il marito aggiunse alla collezione del parco rododendri, camelie, ortensie, iperici, agapanthus, fucsie resistenti e rose. Nel 1979, dopo la morte del marito, tornò definitivamente a Nymans per trascorrevi i suoi ultimi anni. Fu Direttrice del Giardino fino al 1987. Si spense a Nymans nel luglio 1992 all'età di 90 anni.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Oltre agli ampi giardini, che sono annoverati tra quelli dell'<i>Historic England's Register of Parks and Gardens</i> (Registro Storico dei Parchi e dei Giardini Inglesi), quando la casa riapre è quella in cui Anne visse che i visitatori possono vedere.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Eccovi alcune immagini degli interni prese dal web:</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">IMMAGINE 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19</span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Spero sinceramente che abbiate gradito questa meravigliosa 'passeggiata' compiuta attraverso la Storia, la Bellezza e l'Eleganza!</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Con sentita gratitudine,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Vi invio ogni bene.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A presto </span>❤</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7JC3SISioxP7SVE4sQ59sWF0sPrLCXUSp0VRXv8euTYHkWPHB9B7bxQite4TVHwV618aUGjRtCc1_dYJtcL-AeTzlohfqH3C8mFHQkruJochV-3XthTiEWL3fR-89eqeJouZGGuaJhjguZul4A4J72wd0RldtzyJZNFGQy-EO0e55uJXFc_3LraOF/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7JC3SISioxP7SVE4sQ59sWF0sPrLCXUSp0VRXv8euTYHkWPHB9B7bxQite4TVHwV618aUGjRtCc1_dYJtcL-AeTzlohfqH3C8mFHQkruJochV-3XthTiEWL3fR-89eqeJouZGGuaJhjguZul4A4J72wd0RldtzyJZNFGQy-EO0e55uJXFc_3LraOF/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFd0l-xDbSz1ut2Y9QvZETihO690FFdsK9zW_F_MV2mLEpgbzATPvhYCqrtsbA_paMUsPhMGHjuCd3-1vvcIojmHuYWZ1OPdc-Ad_lhTIkBo6nnmuemCSVc8gy_86H9FLUFTP64l7iFMJc2ej38NpEyy4JzNGCPFlvcWJxUBzfbZH2yiQVfxS48nwg/s281/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="254" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFd0l-xDbSz1ut2Y9QvZETihO690FFdsK9zW_F_MV2mLEpgbzATPvhYCqrtsbA_paMUsPhMGHjuCd3-1vvcIojmHuYWZ1OPdc-Ad_lhTIkBo6nnmuemCSVc8gy_86H9FLUFTP64l7iFMJc2ej38NpEyy4JzNGCPFlvcWJxUBzfbZH2yiQVfxS48nwg/s1600/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" width="254" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>LINKING WITH:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com/2023/05/chill-pill-awww-monday-inspiring-quote.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">AWWW MONDAYS</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2023/05/tuesdays-with-twist-blog-hop-525.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Angie from <a href="http://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/">God's Growing Garden</a> has featured this pot of mine today, May 23, 2023!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I thank you from the bottom of my heart, Dearie </span><span style="text-align: left;">•♥•</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_yEn4hPw0P90cnTBFlWEWzDdggONLreuob_zSB3tCpnVfUc9wrdRVIfaw1RlNaVzZEB-74nGQRUpK5IOeldLWyGkg5zd-3bYa-bEP-x63OzJIMdlQkLyI4bjo7crngQ1JI2PuUrUoAuWAnLrNnhH1yXRMECOH2ZaRr4PlKXX5dq3JFQKwahncpoRn/s394/TWTfeatured.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="394" data-original-width="393" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_yEn4hPw0P90cnTBFlWEWzDdggONLreuob_zSB3tCpnVfUc9wrdRVIfaw1RlNaVzZEB-74nGQRUpK5IOeldLWyGkg5zd-3bYa-bEP-x63OzJIMdlQkLyI4bjo7crngQ1JI2PuUrUoAuWAnLrNnhH1yXRMECOH2ZaRr4PlKXX5dq3JFQKwahncpoRn/w154-h155/TWTfeatured.jpg" width="154" /></a></div><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/05/travel-food-and-decorating-on-wonderful.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://goodrandomfun.blogspot.com/2023/05/untermyer-in-spring.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">LITTLE THINGS THURSDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://floralfridayfoto.blogspot.com/2023/05/fff595-white-crown.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">FLORAL FRIDAY FOTOS</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/2023/05/anything-goes-pink-saturday-may-20-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">PINK SATURDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lifeasaleowife.com/2023/05/21/happiness-is-homemade-480/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HAPPINESS IS HOMEMADE</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-61/"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-61/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/05/vintage-charm-party-390.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/05/vintage-charm-party-390.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">VINTAGE CHARM PARTY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></span></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-59426357628683782502023-05-07T21:08:00.015+02:002023-05-21T17:38:33.177+02:00Eliza Acton, the poetess who invented the modern way to write cooking recipes<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdO5KdXgEpmlZEL_94VpmnJuE_TkV214Z4i_AEHBuWQdU9cAeEwPt9RbKHy2LMV-64Q8uGj_oHa00NsGbnFss7DEJEmJXPSxfDVcp_AIo9m5gsJJjb4UQziA1nNaJccZP2gtnysw2gk945jawpr_BX_exKpljtEj5_IoCtp5o0ubUs5GgPqS_S6DN/s712/Eliza_Acton_1799-1859.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="712" data-original-width="512" height="531" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdO5KdXgEpmlZEL_94VpmnJuE_TkV214Z4i_AEHBuWQdU9cAeEwPt9RbKHy2LMV-64Q8uGj_oHa00NsGbnFss7DEJEmJXPSxfDVcp_AIo9m5gsJJjb4UQziA1nNaJccZP2gtnysw2gk945jawpr_BX_exKpljtEj5_IoCtp5o0ubUs5GgPqS_S6DN/w382-h531/Eliza_Acton_1799-1859.png" width="382" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">To give birth to Eliza Acton on April 17, 1799 was the English county of East Sussex and more precisely the small town of Battle. She came from a wealthy family and was the eldest of the five children of Elizabeth Mercer and John Acton who made his fortune from his brewery.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div>Discovering herself as a young poet, she published a first collection of poems in 1826, <i>POEMS</i>, at the Longmans publisher in London. And she returned to him a few years later to present him a new collection of verses with a love background, but this time the publisher refused its publication: poetry was not much in demand by the public in those years, especially if it was written by a woman. He proposed her to come back to him to publish a cookbook, but Eliza felt so humiliated that she fled in a hurry out of his office, throwing herself on the side of the road without even looking where she was stepping: the mud that had piled up made dirty her new boots, bought just for that occasion, and the hem of the most beautiful dress she had, specially chosen for that important moment.</div><div>When she was back at her house she found her siblings ready to celebrate her, certain that this would be the second book that the publisher would publish for her, but they were wrong. Eliza shut herself up in her room, threw herself on her bed and wept on her pillow; she was interrupted by the arrival of her father who, in a hurry, had to pack: his financial actions had collapsed, all the capital of the Actons had vanished! Not only that, he should have been reported missing since he had obtained some of them on loan. For his family from that moment he would have been as dead, he would no longer give them any news. Since then his wife would have become a widow, her children orphaned by his father. And for all of them a very different life was expected from the one lived up to then in the comforts that their father's wealth and huge earnings had guaranteed them. They had to roll up their sleeves and start working if they were to get food.</div><div>Eliza, the most enterprising of all, took with her the dearest things she had and, determined to rebuild her life, grabbed her mother by the arm: with a cart on which they had loaded the few pieces of furniture they could carry, without thinking too much, they begun their travel.</div><div>They stopped in Tonbridge, Kent, where, with the only maid they had kept by their side, they set up a hostel, Bordyke House.</div></span></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCagK5XbkECjZezuVBgQ264vlW6PMibqBMuJAovwaBb34GAezigGnqHc5IDcZ_SGn73yPwPndED5K8EvnAUbKyJhHcyqDHqAa32sn4y64NRQIguR9ASD4rPIUdmH8U3orkuhhQraQ0PKmq3MRqpBRpauZO3SyWYgb4vkV1j98gJIoON5xVYkRs5brk/s653/Bordyke%20House,%20Kent.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="653" height="375" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCagK5XbkECjZezuVBgQ264vlW6PMibqBMuJAovwaBb34GAezigGnqHc5IDcZ_SGn73yPwPndED5K8EvnAUbKyJhHcyqDHqAa32sn4y64NRQIguR9ASD4rPIUdmH8U3orkuhhQraQ0PKmq3MRqpBRpauZO3SyWYgb4vkV1j98gJIoON5xVYkRs5brk/w490-h375/Bordyke%20House,%20Kent.jpg" width="490" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Here Eliza began to think of devoting herself to cooking, even though, in all her life lived up to then, she had never even crossed the walls of the rooms below the stairs, where the cooks worked. And in fact the mere thought scandalized her mother, who did not see such an idea so favorably, but Eliza enthusiastically welcomed this new challenge of her destiny and, to document herself, she decided to get all the books of cookery that she managed to find. Thus she discovered that they all had a bad characteristic that united them, namely vagueness: in each recipe the ingredients were named during the execution and the quantities were not indicated, sometimes even the temperatures and cooking times were missing. Perhaps it was the case to take seriously the proposal that Longmans had made her and write a book of recipes with the due precision: the ingredients had to be listed before the execution and in the necessary quantity, in order to give the cook the possibility of prepare them before proceeding with the preparation; and also the difficulties that could have been encountered had to be scrupulously written, in short, cooking hadn't to be an adventure!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyhSbj4rrKrhoaWHQLDFYtN0SHOXa7s32NACYC4j3y1c-vDIIk0aGZyPwuCPR2-k5S2pZGJDhMdVyoZ7F9WNc4oF_wgfLI46MX8NEldmHgfOMOLRA8x7zxYJbmS3tg-ToVrDf_vv-Gg42VhYgy5nVPlhtnAbK6fD1ZFfn8M9IY5XGDn15idmwx0p96/s976/My_little_old_world_Victorian%20Kitchen.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="549" data-original-width="976" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyhSbj4rrKrhoaWHQLDFYtN0SHOXa7s32NACYC4j3y1c-vDIIk0aGZyPwuCPR2-k5S2pZGJDhMdVyoZ7F9WNc4oF_wgfLI46MX8NEldmHgfOMOLRA8x7zxYJbmS3tg-ToVrDf_vv-Gg42VhYgy5nVPlhtnAbK6fD1ZFfn8M9IY5XGDn15idmwx0p96/w485-h272/My_little_old_world_Victorian%20Kitchen.jpg" width="485" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">In her kitchen Eliza therefore began to try the recipes of the dishes that most inspired her by dosing different ingredients and adjusting the quantities from time to time until she obtained the taste she wanted. She then carefully wrote down the recipe and prepared it for the guests staying at her hostel. And every time it was a success. Eliza had discovered that, in addition to being a poet who continued to publish poems from time to time in the local newspapers, she was also an excellent cook.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was 1845 when the publisher Longmans published<i> Modern Cookery for Private Families by Eliza Acton </i>(the full title was: <i>Modern Cookery, In All Its Branches: Reduced to a System of Easy Practice, for the Use of Private Families. In a Series of Practical Receipts, Which Have Been Strictly Tested, And are Given with the Most Minute exactness</i>).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This book,</div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Z3aMnj8P9D3TNFUpuBtEhLz3SvayKvvbIxnAWAhufPR7j7RmqricHqgGn2WQLq8x6k-CavqwyWAgwjhb0HnxNP6iZG2Wj3wjcfGxTwYw75cXH8ZMHhTmNA1_irhprXyTNtPRiZdcgQ9WkZhizVcb1ar9REnrFy1EKVAgkinTr4kvBRoXGvmBIXc0/s900/My_little_old_world_Modern_Cookery_for_Private_Families%20in.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="900" height="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Z3aMnj8P9D3TNFUpuBtEhLz3SvayKvvbIxnAWAhufPR7j7RmqricHqgGn2WQLq8x6k-CavqwyWAgwjhb0HnxNP6iZG2Wj3wjcfGxTwYw75cXH8ZMHhTmNA1_irhprXyTNtPRiZdcgQ9WkZhizVcb1ar9REnrFy1EKVAgkinTr4kvBRoXGvmBIXc0/w465-h388/My_little_old_world_Modern_Cookery_for_Private_Families%20in.png" width="465" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">which, at the time, presented itself as a modern and exhaustive recipe book, saw no less than thirteen reprints in the first eight years after its first release.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">What at first seemed like a blow to fate became Eliza's fortune, who went down in history not as a poet, as she would have initially desired, but as the forerunner of cookery book writers. By 1861 it was only the publication of Mrs. Isabella Beeton's tome that pushed it into the background. The reason is because her <i>Book of Household Management</i> was not just a cookbook, the recipes of which were, however, written as Eliza had taught they had to be; it was configured as a guide for the housewife in the wider sense and it was this that consequently became the most sought-after text by the housewives of the time.</div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4BEP30uvJnP-1zvG5_QBVYe-G6ovIc0A1vCpb9YLCfRoz3OZwr_XWkWX5DDoeOFB7FQzTHidDMbN-1okz4PN_Xh7zupnRQmF77bnkFcp51Iu7wxY05kaxyfwkoUhhHxRmAb8o2p5LeLoo7UxvQbYjTkezR9xMVG1qEEGF6jIZaWIuq5TntKHyw-7U/s936/Bordyke%20House,%20Eliza%20Acton%20plaque.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="923" data-original-width="936" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4BEP30uvJnP-1zvG5_QBVYe-G6ovIc0A1vCpb9YLCfRoz3OZwr_XWkWX5DDoeOFB7FQzTHidDMbN-1okz4PN_Xh7zupnRQmF77bnkFcp51Iu7wxY05kaxyfwkoUhhHxRmAb8o2p5LeLoo7UxvQbYjTkezR9xMVG1qEEGF6jIZaWIuq5TntKHyw-7U/w400-h395/Bordyke%20House,%20Eliza%20Acton%20plaque.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;"><div><div>A little after the publication of her <i>Modern Cookery</i>, Eliza moved to Hampstead, London, where she began working on another book, <i>The English Bread Book</i>, which will be published in 1857. It deals with the history of baking, contains recipes and is not lacking in expressing drastic opinions on the practices used at the time. This second book of hers was much less successful than the previous one and the only reprint dates back to 1990.</div><div>In addition to the merit of having given a decidedly more appropriate drafting of the text of the recipes, we ought to Eliza the first documented use of the word 'spaghetti' in the English language.</div><div>Always in poor health, Eliza Acton died in February 1859 before reaching the age of 60.</div><div>But every time we find ourselves leafing through a recipe book, it becomes clear to us that her intuition became a teaching that still today cannot be ignored.</div><div><br /></div><div>FINALLY ALLOW ME A SUGGESTION:</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHQfk2JBpnjkVFfLeG68D4C2Vl2lZmjm17L1rLTj7wxHoUixCZ1ybvaiTg0QpAXTkU-ABtt2hnnB8__0abTQdODT_vu0vVCblu9hnnjExWk5XIF1ERdcqAqmO_MZhiueRIBqyJN5fm1CsS5Jebx1tQ0Vd0vIWnUYN78Er2PV8wcFnPLXhijG5ciJh/s400/56817024.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="265" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHQfk2JBpnjkVFfLeG68D4C2Vl2lZmjm17L1rLTj7wxHoUixCZ1ybvaiTg0QpAXTkU-ABtt2hnnB8__0abTQdODT_vu0vVCblu9hnnjExWk5XIF1ERdcqAqmO_MZhiueRIBqyJN5fm1CsS5Jebx1tQ0Vd0vIWnUYN78Er2PV8wcFnPLXhijG5ciJh/w152-h228/56817024.jpg" width="152" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If You are interested in the topic, I suggest You a reading:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>MISS ELIZA'S ENGLISH KITCHEN - A NOVEL OF VICTORIAN KITCHEN AND FRIENDSHIP</b> by Annabel Abbs (William Morrow & Co, 2021). What I propose to you is not a history book, indeed, it's not just a history book; it is a historical novel that draws inspiration from Eliza Acton's life which it remains very adherent to while adding phantasy details and a proper dose of good sentiments that make it a very pleasant book to read. Among its pages I also found a delightful fresco of the historical period in which it is set: England in the early Victorian period, full of contradictions, especially economic ones, in which a large part of people still lived in deep poverty, above all in the villages and in the countryside. </div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With utmost gratitude for following me up to here, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I'm sending all my best to you all</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">See you soon </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: left;">❤</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha5lllzOWcvEQJHH2Kfsh8CsR_ZHp9XEj07O14xldgTLvBdAd2gVuDqjIGyIl1VjWSpj2_fQbUZfvrHvKYUxzYBr8XEQVzinoLcPmSP4rI4uHX9d1ze3aXL2actLG0M_Q6wGhQcT1ymCjO7oCmMak7s6hBtYsLpXWWoUQb3paGtRG8McvbuSdj2Jk1/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha5lllzOWcvEQJHH2Kfsh8CsR_ZHp9XEj07O14xldgTLvBdAd2gVuDqjIGyIl1VjWSpj2_fQbUZfvrHvKYUxzYBr8XEQVzinoLcPmSP4rI4uHX9d1ze3aXL2actLG0M_Q6wGhQcT1ymCjO7oCmMak7s6hBtYsLpXWWoUQb3paGtRG8McvbuSdj2Jk1/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfa6D56sbRBPpHre38At21f6s6fbm69bXTQoXb0h8-Sp3mnW-2ocA_2HvuuqpwPbS85BUbxbKxwmi2jf3NHSj4k_BuZdMCBL5gKnYs7vsTkzLRA7rTAq4Iw22eGlZ81EfpDeCfyAThJmTPwxLuDKy08hdvTtq97cCfYRaCQZlsPFqP-e1zoSeRMH31/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfa6D56sbRBPpHre38At21f6s6fbm69bXTQoXb0h8-Sp3mnW-2ocA_2HvuuqpwPbS85BUbxbKxwmi2jf3NHSj4k_BuZdMCBL5gKnYs7vsTkzLRA7rTAq4Iw22eGlZ81EfpDeCfyAThJmTPwxLuDKy08hdvTtq97cCfYRaCQZlsPFqP-e1zoSeRMH31/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;"><i>Eliza Acton, la poetessa che inventò il modo moderno di scrivere le ricette di cucina</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div>IMMAGINE DI COPERTINA CHE RITRAE MISS ELIZA ACTON DA ANZIANA.</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;">A dare i natali ad Eliza Acton il 17 aprile 1799 fu la contea inglese dell'East Sussex e più precisamente il piccolo paese di Battle. Ella proveniva da una famiglia facoltosa ed era la maggiore dei cinque figli di Elizabeth Mercer e John Acton che fece fortuna grazie alla sua fabbrica di birra.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Scopertasi giovane poetessa, pubblicò una prima raccolta di poesie nel 1826, <i>POEMS,</i> presso l'editore Longmans di Londra. E da lui tornò alcuni anni dopo per presentargli una nuova raccolta di brani in versi a sfondo amoroso, ma l'editore questa volta ne rifiutò la pubblicazione: la poesia in quel momento non era molto richiesta dal pubblico, soprattutto se a scriverla era una donna. Le propose di tornare da lui per pubblicare un libro di cucina, ma Eliza si sentì talmente umiliata che fuggì in tutta fretta fuori dal suo ufficio gettandosi a bordo della strada senza neppure guardare dove metteva i piedi: il fango che vi si era ammonticchiato le sporcò gli stivaletti nuovi, acquistati per l'occasione, ed il bordo dell'abito più bello che aveva, scelto appositamente per quel momento importante.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Tornata a casa trovò i fratelli già pronti a festeggiarla, certi che questo sarebbe stato il secondo libro che l'editore avrebbe pubblicato per lei, ma si sbagliavano. Eliza si chiuse in camera sua, si gettò sul suo letto e pianse sul suo guanciale; la interruppe l'arrivo del padre che, frettoloso, dovette fare i bagagli: le sue azioni erano crollate, tutto il capitale degli Actons era svanito! Non solo, egli si sarebbe dovuto dare per disperso visto che alcune azioni le aveva ottenute in prestito. Per la sua famiglia da quel momento sarebbe stato come morto, non avrebbe più dato loro nessuna notizia. Sua moglie da allora sarebbe diventata vedova, i suoi figli orfani del padre. E per tutti loro si prospettava una vita ben diversa da quella vissuta fino ad allora negli agi che gli averi e gli ingenti guadagni del padre avevano loro garantito. Dovevano rimboccarsi le maniche e iniziare a lavorare se volevano procurarsi di che mangiare.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Eliza, la più intraprendente di tutti, prese con sé le cose più care che aveva e, decisa a ricostruirsi una vita, afferrò sotto braccio la mamma: con un carro su cui avevano caricato i pochi mobili che potevano trasportare senza pensarci troppo su si misero in viaggio.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Si fermarono a Tonbridge, in Kent, dove, con la sola domestica che avevano mantenuto loro accanto, diedero vita ad un ostello, Bordyke House.</span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;">IMMAGINE 2 - Bordyke House</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Qui Eliza cominciò a pensare di dedicarsi alla cucina, anche se, in tutta la sua vita fino ad allora vissuta, mai aveva varcato neppure i muri dei locali sotto le scale, dove lavoravano i cuochi. Ed infatti il solo pensiero scandalizzò la mamma, che non vedeva con favore questa sua idea, ma Eliza accolse con entusiasmo questa nuova sfida del destino e, per documentarsi, decise di procurarsi tutti i libri di cucina che riuscì a trovare in commercio. Scoprì così che tutti avevano una pessima caratteristica che li accomunava, ovvero la vaghezza: in ogni ricetta gli ingredienti erano nominati nel corso dell'esecuzione e non ne erano indicate le quantità, talvolta mancavano persino le temperature ed i tempi di cottura. Forse era il caso di prendere seriamente in esame la proposta che le aveva fatto Longmans e scrivere un libro di ricette con la dovuta precisione: gli ingredienti dovevano essere elencati prima dell'esecuzione e nella quantità necessaria, in modo da dare la possibilità alla cuoca di prepararseli prima di procedere con la preparazione; e poi bisognava essere scrupolosi nell'indicare anche le difficoltà in cui ci si sarebbe potuti imbattere, insomma cucinare non doveva essere un'avventura!</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;">IMMAGINE 3 - La cucina di Miss Eliza</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Nella sua cucina Eliza cominciò, quindi, a provare le ricette dei piatti che più la ispiravano dosando ingredienti diversi ed aggiustando, di volta in volta, le quantità fino ad ottenere il gusto che desiderava. Annotava allora con cura la ricetta e la preparava per gli ospiti che alloggiavano all'ostello. Ed ogni volta era un successo. Eliza si era scoperta, oltre che una poetessa che continuava a pubblicare, di quando in quando, poemetti sui giornali locali, anche un'ottima cuoca.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Era il 1845 quando l'editore Longmans pubblicò <i>Modern Cookery for Private Families </i>di Eliza Acton (il titolo completo era: <i>Modern Cookery, In All Its Branches: Reduced to a System of Easy Practice, for the Use of Private Families. In a Series of Practical Receipts, Which Have Been Strictly Tested, And are Given with the Most Minute exactness </i>che possiamo tradurre in italiano come<i> La cucina moderna, in tutte le sue branche: ridotta ad un sistema di facile esecuzione, ad uso delle famiglie private. In una serie di ricette pratiche, che sono state rigorosamente testate e vengono presentate in accordo con la più minuziosa esattezza</i>)</span><span style="font-family: georgia;">.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Questo libro,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;">IMMAGINE 4 - </span><i style="font-family: georgia;">Modern Cookery for Private Families </i><span style="font-family: georgia;">di Eliza Acton</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> nella sua prima edizione</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;">che allora si presentava come un ricettario moderno ed esaustivo, vide ben tredici ristampe nei primi otto anni dalla sua prima uscita.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Quello che a tutta prima sembrò uno smacco del destino, divenne la fortuna di Eliza, che passò alla storia non già come poetessa, come avrebbe in un primo tempo desiderato, ma come l'antesignana delle scrittrici di libri di culinaria. Con il 1861 fu solamente la pubblicazione del tomo di Mrs. Isabella Beeton a metterlo in secondo piano. Questo perché il suo <i>Book of Household Management</i> non era solamente </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">un ricettario, le cui ricette erano, comunque, scritte come Eliza aveva insegnato a fare; esso </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">si configurava come una guida per la casalinga in senso lato </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">e</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> fu questo a divenire, di conseguenza, il testo più ricercato dalle massaie del tempo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">IMMAGINE 5 - Targa affissa all'abitazione di Eliza Acton che era accanto al Bordyke House</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div>Poco dopo la pubblicazione del suo <i>Modern Cookery</i>, Eliza si trasferì a Hampstead, Londra, dove cominciò a lavorare ad un altro libro, <i>The English Bread Book, </i>che verrà pubblicato nel 1857. Esso tratta della storia della panificazione, contiene ricette e non manca di esprimere drastiche opinioni sulle pratiche utilizzate all'epoca. Questo suo secondo libro ebbe molto meno successo del precedente e l'unica ristampa data 1990.</div><div>Oltre il merito di aver dato una stesura decisamente più appropriata la testo delle ricette, va riconosciuto ad Eliza il primo utilizzo documentato della parola 'spaghetti' nella lingua inglese.</div><div>Da sempre di salute cagionevole, Eliza Acton si spense nel febbraio del 1859 prima di raggiungere i 60 anni.</div><div>Ma ogni volta che ci troviamo a sfogliare un ricettario, ci appare chiaro che la sua intuizione divenne un insegnamento da cui tutt'oggi non si può prescindere.</div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br style="font-family: georgia;" /></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;">PERMETTETEMI INFINE UN CONSIGLIO: </span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFw83KIJvBYZHqIcykSXNSKyY0WcGyNZnlyqWGytV_sZSquE2kRuM5NWiuzcYx_wFWy6LOmrtDY3wZoyNRoQG5J8Qii4ovttSVyqr3vNh8OfeGwojyrv6jjRVbACUDmCBs-0I6_2Uj7NPzTSTdq9Qoh0Wv_O1_vXz-qG8rlefcbghN4MdFdfaINgVL/s1585/LA%20CUCINA%20INGLESE%20DI%20MISS%20ELIZA.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1585" data-original-width="1000" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFw83KIJvBYZHqIcykSXNSKyY0WcGyNZnlyqWGytV_sZSquE2kRuM5NWiuzcYx_wFWy6LOmrtDY3wZoyNRoQG5J8Qii4ovttSVyqr3vNh8OfeGwojyrv6jjRVbACUDmCBs-0I6_2Uj7NPzTSTdq9Qoh0Wv_O1_vXz-qG8rlefcbghN4MdFdfaINgVL/w132-h209/LA%20CUCINA%20INGLESE%20DI%20MISS%20ELIZA.jpg" width="132" /></a></div></span><span style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;">Se l'argomento è di Vostro interesse vi suggerisco una lettura: </span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;"><b>LA CUCINA INGLESE DI MISS ELIZA </b>di<b> </b>Annabel Abbs (Giulio Einaudi editore, 2022). </span><span style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;">Quello che vi propongo non è un libro di storia, ovvero non è solamente un libro di storia; si tratta di un romanzo storico che dalla vita di Eliza Acton trae spunto e a cui rimane molto aderente pur aggiungendo elementi d'invenzione e la giusta dose di buoni sentimenti che lo rendono di piacevolissima lettura. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Tra le sue pagine ho trovato, inoltre, un delizioso affresco del periodo storico in cui è ambientato: l'Inghilterra del primo periodo vittoriano, ricca di contraddizioni, soprattutto economiche, in cui ancora tanta parte aveva la povertà, soprattutto nei paesi e nelle campagne.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Con la massima gratitudine per avermi seguita fino a qui,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">invio a tutti Voi ogni bene</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">A presto </span><span style="text-align: left;">❤</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWDQ-8LLXNs1fBYiq4Uh-em7GqO3ReksD_cMdlEGnoLJZkzB9q-CcKezbNOc6Un63sk8mBffl-iPAnjgImjsKbovzXX98-icmizRrm_58koB1MWP27RjKCDMNGCmdOuXxdgKLJuMWnM5wSWJCvQ9wCDqGTTCuowfIdyrEFP9tB-5MuTJu2LLrSHJa/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWDQ-8LLXNs1fBYiq4Uh-em7GqO3ReksD_cMdlEGnoLJZkzB9q-CcKezbNOc6Un63sk8mBffl-iPAnjgImjsKbovzXX98-icmizRrm_58koB1MWP27RjKCDMNGCmdOuXxdgKLJuMWnM5wSWJCvQ9wCDqGTTCuowfIdyrEFP9tB-5MuTJu2LLrSHJa/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><br /><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3W92hSNXZ5zKdm9EhvgnBfZF9DcVOzGSIhRCRqT_4ySWQQ7xFCxnFMPHg6FVH1PEe0NbBprZJd-M_HT3usJyU9bdSFdyROwNODbEvbAVt61fV58Rq5TRNZooqktNI0pRuN2ZLTbaL_L6p5wKMWSvEv3tGtuN5z1Gqd47O2_iwsvj0mAQQTIE3ytO/s281/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="254" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3W92hSNXZ5zKdm9EhvgnBfZF9DcVOzGSIhRCRqT_4ySWQQ7xFCxnFMPHg6FVH1PEe0NbBprZJd-M_HT3usJyU9bdSFdyROwNODbEvbAVt61fV58Rq5TRNZooqktNI0pRuN2ZLTbaL_L6p5wKMWSvEv3tGtuN5z1Gqd47O2_iwsvj0mAQQTIE3ytO/s1600/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" width="254" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>LINKING WITH:</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/%e2%9c%8d%ef%b8%8f-writing-days-devotional-mini-review-%f0%9f%96%8a%ef%b8%8f-sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-59/">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG-HOP</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lifeasaleowife.com/2023/05/14/happiness-is-homemade-479/">HAPPINESS IS HOMEMADE PARTY</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://comedy-plus.com/awww-mondays-294/">AWWW MONDAYS</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://familycorner.blogspot.com/2023/05/blog-365-129-happy-homemaker-monday.html">HAPPY HOMEMAKER MONDAY</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.stonecottageadventures.com/2023/05/tuesdays-with-twist-524-lets-party.html#more">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/05/spring-and-tea-party-on-wonderful.html">WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY BLOG-HOP</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/05/vintage-charm-party-388.html">VINTAGE CHARM PARTY</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://goodrandomfun.blogspot.com/2023/05/untermyer-in-spring.html"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://goodrandomfun.blogspot.com/2023/05/untermyer-in-spring.html">LITTLE THINGS THURSDAY</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/2023/05/anything-goes-pink-saturday-may-20-2023.html">PINK SATURDAY</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></span></div></span></div></span></div></div></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-11306493430464376032023-05-01T17:41:00.016+02:002023-05-24T17:40:29.865+02:00What did Spring-time whisper?<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLHHdS-Hq-qEmRLkizjwsVdt-y7jMuSCN2d_5GuGCQMmDmlOUvBxdqN-sAYfvMunSq2JU8GienjQCh8sVSBxERefbJLXRj4b5aX0Fw_kSuKh-V2bdr1dlsWnrX1NQSITSmP5wr_HR_AQ_GoaETSFy_6TzUY00b26Vjd-16c-FR6l0kShsT7-NTLl3m/s892/My_little_old_world-anemone_di_bosco.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="892" data-original-width="748" height="613" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLHHdS-Hq-qEmRLkizjwsVdt-y7jMuSCN2d_5GuGCQMmDmlOUvBxdqN-sAYfvMunSq2JU8GienjQCh8sVSBxERefbJLXRj4b5aX0Fw_kSuKh-V2bdr1dlsWnrX1NQSITSmP5wr_HR_AQ_GoaETSFy_6TzUY00b26Vjd-16c-FR6l0kShsT7-NTLl3m/w513-h613/My_little_old_world-anemone_di_bosco.jpg" width="513" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">WHAT did Spring-time whisper?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">O ye rivulets,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Waking from your trance so sad,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxCnxnYpoE0N5kjiYTcY8E5he8kKN_CFVouA55T1JRH0JlZtk_KUNStlh8GqEI27TxCdeuVdI2rQ1BZGpbfBmttgsR8mpnm2QJBQOCiMQWUqHtgXA5K4NknB1MPLY93n7XHkv-Lfc_GU0Ef2W6o6iCWXSmT6vCz6NqaAzMnWw1aA500nsz7oMBaTPX/s961/My_little_old_world_stagno_Tenuta_Geremia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="961" data-original-width="768" height="534" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxCnxnYpoE0N5kjiYTcY8E5he8kKN_CFVouA55T1JRH0JlZtk_KUNStlh8GqEI27TxCdeuVdI2rQ1BZGpbfBmttgsR8mpnm2QJBQOCiMQWUqHtgXA5K4NknB1MPLY93n7XHkv-Lfc_GU0Ef2W6o6iCWXSmT6vCz6NqaAzMnWw1aA500nsz7oMBaTPX/w427-h534/My_little_old_world_stagno_Tenuta_Geremia.jpg" width="427" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Pleased to welcome fisher-lad</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">With his little nets,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Speed, for summer's in the air,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBGGXmqhOiomZPIoaqSfwYu28yGXV32XsnU1NywXnnik53QCZOc69cgSsqNeAUBoNk01aAub_F6rIUNAsfV0KSmo7pZNQhtg5HELOSGnA3BT9PvPURqKdvAQAmJL0xTrFrRmZ1Tp9MSPVbioTt1J-2lJGmHTqzvyklJrIoDmZwUPvFEILDjNtgoS4m/s959/My-little_old_world_ruscello_Tenuta_Geremia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="959" data-original-width="768" height="535" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBGGXmqhOiomZPIoaqSfwYu28yGXV32XsnU1NywXnnik53QCZOc69cgSsqNeAUBoNk01aAub_F6rIUNAsfV0KSmo7pZNQhtg5HELOSGnA3BT9PvPURqKdvAQAmJL0xTrFrRmZ1Tp9MSPVbioTt1J-2lJGmHTqzvyklJrIoDmZwUPvFEILDjNtgoS4m/w428-h535/My-little_old_world_ruscello_Tenuta_Geremia.jpg" width="428" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Prattle, for the breeze is warm,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Chatter by the otter's lair,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Bubble past the ivied farm;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijar2I6aHKUqnVlKRXk19sNdFVxx-Zvs-CltNoxXnGJtl92AQvOJBYeeFrXW1bhIgU0Yx4q1lpsyFexhNNe-4Ad-CbSVDSLWaXN1JZ7jx8wtIkBbMwqt9vSw5T-qC3fPdaP4xZBk_pypYWo1SeyKrU0axr38b3g-ZI4ox1KJiz6p7JaBe2H2wkMLSx/s1024/My_little_old_world_primule_Tenuta_Geremia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijar2I6aHKUqnVlKRXk19sNdFVxx-Zvs-CltNoxXnGJtl92AQvOJBYeeFrXW1bhIgU0Yx4q1lpsyFexhNNe-4Ad-CbSVDSLWaXN1JZ7jx8wtIkBbMwqt9vSw5T-qC3fPdaP4xZBk_pypYWo1SeyKrU0axr38b3g-ZI4ox1KJiz6p7JaBe2H2wkMLSx/w518-h388/My_little_old_world_primule_Tenuta_Geremia.jpg" width="518" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wake the primrose on the banks,</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Bid the violet ope her eyes,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Hurry in a flood of thanks</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0kNcPJ8_EMuyDGnNPJotGF7BkGNUoxRP_ZwP1xgF0FAUxNoPpuBCuL5m72MOhM8jgI1tLPYs2zhvm3d4NMlUQWRucydNSbNMcx8DsRleHHQF_fF998jhrkJIO_meOL7hiVKRqgxBSNjeQMxCbmzI_K8pFzmgkzGHQQbUgytM6UiVYO3LtiqDKd5_1/s900/My_little_old_world_collage_viole.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="900" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0kNcPJ8_EMuyDGnNPJotGF7BkGNUoxRP_ZwP1xgF0FAUxNoPpuBCuL5m72MOhM8jgI1tLPYs2zhvm3d4NMlUQWRucydNSbNMcx8DsRleHHQF_fF998jhrkJIO_meOL7hiVKRqgxBSNjeQMxCbmzI_K8pFzmgkzGHQQbUgytM6UiVYO3LtiqDKd5_1/w526-h440/My_little_old_world_collage_viole.png" width="526" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Underneath serener skies!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">What a revel's coming soon—</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Fairies trooping o'er the leas,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Making magic by the moon,</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjWd_GqKb-eKo5W9O6n0HuOvW4--MIht6d1ttd3TWrPqidHkCEWq15i6iVEXw814YDP_1KhE2lXxaNYOOCJc5hXuCtsb9xVnAAKkmTdmob-z9_kqx21GvppBIsrlrPEC306Gec7lEElPwRXNkOxRBbNQWMrjdRRRGPQzMx_34D_QqJjTq0uOm0HUyX/s685/My_little_old_world_anemone_di_bosco_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="625" height="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjWd_GqKb-eKo5W9O6n0HuOvW4--MIht6d1ttd3TWrPqidHkCEWq15i6iVEXw814YDP_1KhE2lXxaNYOOCJc5hXuCtsb9xVnAAKkmTdmob-z9_kqx21GvppBIsrlrPEC306Gec7lEElPwRXNkOxRBbNQWMrjdRRRGPQzMx_34D_QqJjTq0uOm0HUyX/w516-h564/My_little_old_world_anemone_di_bosco_2.jpg" width="516" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Crowned with wood anemones!</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">What a haunted heart the thrush</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Nurses in the blackthorn bush,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc4jvwwCTgx-gQL7AJRcT_Li-9tCIGgNlpSAmfnSoCuZfSSJzMGf95XfuYxkDtYce6artWw3JMDCBKHA3MCaZu8HUPIVt34VQBHXmPrnF8c4TIvj-xnJAqJ_CYrMWjsOc0BI7vdn3wXg1EDr4yXE-YfgV9Ov9F20bd9_pOCT6mlB7k8BS9UEn-QvkO/s662/My_little_old_world_tordo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="465" data-original-width="662" height="361" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc4jvwwCTgx-gQL7AJRcT_Li-9tCIGgNlpSAmfnSoCuZfSSJzMGf95XfuYxkDtYce6artWw3JMDCBKHA3MCaZu8HUPIVt34VQBHXmPrnF8c4TIvj-xnJAqJ_CYrMWjsOc0BI7vdn3wXg1EDr4yXE-YfgV9Ov9F20bd9_pOCT6mlB7k8BS9UEn-QvkO/w512-h361/My_little_old_world_tordo.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Full of splendid songs to sing,</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Cheery welcomes of the Spring—</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Spring has come!</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">NORMAN ROWLAND GALE (1862-1942), </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i>Spring, Collected Poems, 1914</i></span></div></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">Dearest Friends and Readers,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">may your days be filled with touches of Beauty, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">and may you enjoy sprinkles of Joy </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">throughout this wonderful period of the year, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">that is full Spring.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">See you soon</span><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="text-align: left;">❤</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">P.S.: All the shots were taken inside Tenuta Geremia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32sxOkmWoyxvjk5lsCDoE150u0fr3wpvqZXxxT68fq8eKNjzJdCVs5fC3eFsDSU8bkT5vrTlIMgQ-AlvUdoWcxkhuTlQOieWsyMFrSBYFwv2ZaCMKHFkV4Tf0IsPjCwS99RaxxQTwHUfcUVDK0mUx9hoK-7htgfCTQ9ih5uEIS3oJF1m9i7uC0TrP/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32sxOkmWoyxvjk5lsCDoE150u0fr3wpvqZXxxT68fq8eKNjzJdCVs5fC3eFsDSU8bkT5vrTlIMgQ-AlvUdoWcxkhuTlQOieWsyMFrSBYFwv2ZaCMKHFkV4Tf0IsPjCwS99RaxxQTwHUfcUVDK0mUx9hoK-7htgfCTQ9ih5uEIS3oJF1m9i7uC0TrP/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSIe1jdmIjtJFU1wmH7BsL1EP_oAyUds56AjXg933mxPZ4-V3IFK7AZDLUiRAng3wYDRqSWXbDGqdolUOeE_BIwdedytZd5AJkRMokOtzKOLacKYfThXbmQO62f0oFL2Bid1v3CNq9nFtDsNrDS4FWJbtnuVDriDmC6nXz-c4WUkuIgFNil4yxslNp/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSIe1jdmIjtJFU1wmH7BsL1EP_oAyUds56AjXg933mxPZ4-V3IFK7AZDLUiRAng3wYDRqSWXbDGqdolUOeE_BIwdedytZd5AJkRMokOtzKOLacKYfThXbmQO62f0oFL2Bid1v3CNq9nFtDsNrDS4FWJbtnuVDriDmC6nXz-c4WUkuIgFNil4yxslNp/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>COSA ha sussurrato la primavera?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><div style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;">1 - IMMAGINE DI COPERTINA - Piccolo cespo di anemoni di bosco</span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">COSA ha sussurrato la primavera?</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">O voi fiumicelli,</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Svegliatevi dal vostro triste torpore,</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;">IMMAGINE 2 - Ansa del fiume che fa stagno </span></div><div style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Date lieti il benvenuto </div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">al giovane pescatore, </div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">che reca le sue piccole reti,</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Presto, perché l'estate è nell'aria,</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;">IMMAGINE 3 - Rivo</span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Mormorate, perché la brezza è tiepida,</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Chiacchierate presso la tana della lontra,</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Borbottate oltre la fattoria avvolta dall’edera;</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;">IMMAGINE 4 - Cespuglio di primule</span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Svegliate la primula sulle sponde,</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Ordinate alla viola di aprire gli occhi,</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Affrettatevi in una marea di ringraziamenti</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;">IMMAGINE 5 - Collage di viole</span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Sotto cieli più sereni!</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Che festa si sta approssimando—</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Fate si adunano sulle praterie,</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">A far magie al chiaror della luna,</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;">IMMAGINE 6 - Anemoni di bosco che stanno per fiorire</span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Con il capo incoronato da anemoni di bosco!</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Che cuore ammaliato ha il tordo,</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Che cova nel cespuglio del prugnolo,</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;">IMMAGINE 7 - Tordo nascosto tra un cespuglio di Ligustro e dell'Edera selvatica</span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Prodigo di splendide canzoni da cantare,</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Gioiosi omaggi di benvenuto alla primavera—</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">La primavera è arrivata!</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">NORMAN ROWLAND GALE (1862-1942), </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i>Spring, Collected Poems, 1914</i></span></div></div><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><br /></p><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">Carissimi Amici e Lettori,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">possano i vostri giorni essere colmati da 'pizzichi' di Bellezza, </span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">e possiate godere di 'spruzzi' di Gioia </span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">per tutto questo incantevole periodo dell'anno, </span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">che è la primavera avanzata.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">A presto</span><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="text-align: left;">❤</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: left;">P.S.: tutte le fotografie sono state scattate all'interno di Tenuta Geremia</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCzn--vtF7kYbF3FQC4SUH5mCmIkqZoHwGSy-VlSXUsoN8yZVc56LOFkVBhgTqy5_mgEamhbu8TO03iq8JHq1jgW7tvk53iYuCmb09NLXZZRlC3jXuLVePaStw5r3MVkrlRhzyIJQIC3tAuup0e1SwgYGc4vHOXH91myhs0uWSXFjWJ6smVX9rWV8j/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCzn--vtF7kYbF3FQC4SUH5mCmIkqZoHwGSy-VlSXUsoN8yZVc56LOFkVBhgTqy5_mgEamhbu8TO03iq8JHq1jgW7tvk53iYuCmb09NLXZZRlC3jXuLVePaStw5r3MVkrlRhzyIJQIC3tAuup0e1SwgYGc4vHOXH91myhs0uWSXFjWJ6smVX9rWV8j/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><br /></div></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVBGeclNeYu8RDNunPQcQksXmcWlmY8jNI51zahYRS2XQEPN53XljywoLKnFA9knYdmo1YN16vxKtshDPK0JRE72lwQn4j2-2-LtP-zp9w7V_u-FyiFKtBWw8PzQIDOTCP-uYGKEFtouM1k_1HQS2PHvZwHyfu8u0cPywMN20hCPbnxzKYqDhOeeeU/s281/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="254" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVBGeclNeYu8RDNunPQcQksXmcWlmY8jNI51zahYRS2XQEPN53XljywoLKnFA9knYdmo1YN16vxKtshDPK0JRE72lwQn4j2-2-LtP-zp9w7V_u-FyiFKtBWw8PzQIDOTCP-uYGKEFtouM1k_1HQS2PHvZwHyfu8u0cPywMN20hCPbnxzKYqDhOeeeU/s1600/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" width="254" /></a></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>LINKING WITH:</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://familycorner.blogspot.com/2023/05/blog-365-122-happy-homemaker-monday.html">HAPPY HOMEMAKER MONDAY</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/05/flowers-on-you-are-star.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">YOU'RE THE STAR- May-Week#1-GARDEN</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://mersad-photography.blogspot.com/2023/05/a-day-in-park-with-mak-through-my-lens.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">THROUGH MY LENS</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://comedy-plus.com/awww-mondays-293/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">AWWW MONDAYS</span></a></div><div><a href="https://happy-hour-with-picts.blogspot.com/2023/04/mosaicmonday-no-29.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></a></div><div><a href="https://happy-hour-with-picts.blogspot.com/2023/04/mosaicmonday-no-29.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">MOSAIC MONDAY</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://esmesalon.com/inlinkz-259-senior-salon-pit-stop/#more-106121"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SENIOR SALON PIT STOP</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2023/05/tuesdays-with-twist-blog-hop-523.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/05/vintage-charm-party-387-and-april.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">VINTAGE CHARM PARTY</span></a></div><div><a href="http://goodrandomfun.blogspot.com/2023/05/nyc-marathon-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></a></div><div><a href="http://goodrandomfun.blogspot.com/2023/05/nyc-marathon-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">LITTLE THINGS THURSDAY</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/05/this-and-that-on-tft.html#more"><span style="font-family: georgia;">THURSDAY FAVORITE THINGS</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://viewingnaturewitheileen.blogspot.com/2023/05/saturdays-critters-490.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SATURDAYS CRITTERS</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/2023/05/anything-goes-pink-saturday-may-6-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">PINK SATURDAY</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/05/spring-and-tea-party-on-wonderful.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://floralfridayfoto.blogspot.com/2023/05/fff595-white-crown.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">FLORAL FRIDAY FOTOS</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/05/patriotic-celebration-on-happiness-is.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HAPPINESS IS HOMEMADE PARTY</span></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-66387796629596851042023-04-22T09:51:00.013+02:002023-05-04T22:05:53.289+02:00Some others Victorians' oddish inventions<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><span>During our several walks through the History of the Victorian Age, we have come to see that the Victorians really were very ingenious people. There were far many inventions patented at the time, many of them so bizarre and strange that they were not taken into consideration. We have already seen some of them some time ago (click <a href="https://sweetlydreamingofthepast.blogspot.com/2015/08/victorians-oddish-inventions.html">HERE</a> if you want to read the post<i> </i></span><i>~
My little old world ~</i> published about this whimsical topic) and now we're going to see some other 'new' ones.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">'DADDY LONG LEGS' ELECTRIC SEASHORE RAILWAY</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMlwDCcmaL_jr7QFHwFBc9SCQzjDN-6HCV0I1tt_FOHXE7mvN1UMMxYFFt4DsDMgYnYNDgxQC3v7hdC0cy67gH0wy0aoFcKvcl_uq3tZ9-IIkZt8v8k9rGm15-T4myuYMaBcoGGjjIvJvLvEgf3BKqbDY3sqffiTD2_LSUCP8N-hwquUMQGfSG3heN/s615/Daddy%20Long%20Leg.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="615" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMlwDCcmaL_jr7QFHwFBc9SCQzjDN-6HCV0I1tt_FOHXE7mvN1UMMxYFFt4DsDMgYnYNDgxQC3v7hdC0cy67gH0wy0aoFcKvcl_uq3tZ9-IIkZt8v8k9rGm15-T4myuYMaBcoGGjjIvJvLvEgf3BKqbDY3sqffiTD2_LSUCP8N-hwquUMQGfSG3heN/s320/Daddy%20Long%20Leg.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">In 1883, Magnus Volk opened Britain’s first electric railway at Brighton in Sussex. It was a far successful tourist attraction and its successor still runs today.<br />However, when Volk decided to extend east to Rottingdean he laid the railway lines under the sea and ran the train on long steel legs 24ft above the waves.<br />Construction on the Seashore Electric Railway began in 1894, with labourers working only at low tide during a bitter winter that caused the sea water to freeze on the beach. When the tide came in, the workmen had to stop. When eventually completed, the rails were clearly visible when the tide was out and at high tide, they were up to 15ft below the surface.<br />The 'Daddy Long Legs' made its first journey – or maiden voyage – on November 28, 1896. But by 1901, it had shut down. Today, the only sign of Volk’s bizarre project are a few rows of jagged concrete blocks straggling the shoreline between Brighton and Rottingdean.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">THE BOWLER HAT CAMERA</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcJjZRHqpFOxeivHIpPKITfKdHeZbWCqctKfwtyyXyiKxxOTtCdP0p2eh8mW6ynr0t1KxVxCHemOOQ2NudabeFQBXxFX-apFVZ02eDZrwgIfET9HPCiLFDe063RYOjfynZ-IvXtTyhxoIU40Y_2zD8PTfTNG_lECFNmLYLSIpLEN_mcnCjeg8d290q/s615/The%20Bowler%20Hat%20Camera.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="615" height="164" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcJjZRHqpFOxeivHIpPKITfKdHeZbWCqctKfwtyyXyiKxxOTtCdP0p2eh8mW6ynr0t1KxVxCHemOOQ2NudabeFQBXxFX-apFVZ02eDZrwgIfET9HPCiLFDe063RYOjfynZ-IvXtTyhxoIU40Y_2zD8PTfTNG_lECFNmLYLSIpLEN_mcnCjeg8d290q/s320/The%20Bowler%20Hat%20Camera.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>This was one of the Victorian Age's most bizarre inventions.</div><div>In those years photography was starting to make its mark in the world of crime detection; it led to the invention and popularity of detective cameras and disguised cameras.</div><div>In 1886, J. de Neck, from Brussels, came up with the idea for hiding a camera in a hat, with the lens looking out of the front and the viewfinder suspended from the rim.</div><div>Other objects used to disguise cameras in the Victorian age included books, cravats, walking sticks and waistcoat buttons.</div><div>Tiny cameras were also inserted in tiepins, belts, rings, lighters, matchboxes, cigarette packets, pocket watches, wristwatches, pens, powder compacts, binoculars, radios... and even guns!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">THE EXPLODIN ORGAN</div><div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWgE39Rep39GBxbLV0-PA7rZgeF81oL3xcmDHu1nBoawmbouTnD7YZW2wzHJiDF4YjHoWIV7fV2q9rBun0C7Wo7MdpoKohdu_PsOk8kawA12DvEdPaGrlFTEp3Azbt3i0-rDJwAZPzmlKI2C2JHyFi6zCbRujryGSiVIuy-FMZ0KH1AWYp_2JBDuP0/s465/The%20Exploding%20Organ.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="465" data-original-width="310" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWgE39Rep39GBxbLV0-PA7rZgeF81oL3xcmDHu1nBoawmbouTnD7YZW2wzHJiDF4YjHoWIV7fV2q9rBun0C7Wo7MdpoKohdu_PsOk8kawA12DvEdPaGrlFTEp3Azbt3i0-rDJwAZPzmlKI2C2JHyFi6zCbRujryGSiVIuy-FMZ0KH1AWYp_2JBDuP0/w133-h200/The%20Exploding%20Organ.jpg" width="133" /></a></div><div>What do you get when you combine physics, chemistry and music?</div><div>The answer for a Victorian inventor was a musical instrument which he called the pyrophone.</div><div>He was Georges Eugene Frederic Kastner, born at Strasbourg in France in 1852, and came up with the idea of an organ that instead of wind blew fire out of its pipes.</div><div>It was said to mimic the human voice and was surprisingly well-received.</div></div></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">THE LIFE-PRESERVING COFFIN</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtWSv4t2KeOyQuxSqvr33zXMFMovpLQdbfhNA-UeEXa5_yCCj7qqyoS5jH2KgcG6j0iyntd8W1YByYNIDi9ZyKOl8agChqBDTXid9XnVmJ8E5IGiqRtrjz6B3aYuaRH3_tVkw3e1oOW5wUhzCXR3Aoh6luyWUrbCroEVmUcS8kaPWTwhaBeWQ5gNxR/s465/The%20Life-Preserving%20Coffin.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="465" data-original-width="310" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtWSv4t2KeOyQuxSqvr33zXMFMovpLQdbfhNA-UeEXa5_yCCj7qqyoS5jH2KgcG6j0iyntd8W1YByYNIDi9ZyKOl8agChqBDTXid9XnVmJ8E5IGiqRtrjz6B3aYuaRH3_tVkw3e1oOW5wUhzCXR3Aoh6luyWUrbCroEVmUcS8kaPWTwhaBeWQ5gNxR/s320/The%20Life-Preserving%20Coffin.jpg" width="213" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Taphophobia, the fear of being buried alive, was rife in the 19th century so the suffering Dr Timothy Clark Smith came up with his own safety coffin.</span></span></div></div><div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">From it rose a 6ft shaft with a window at the top so that when he was buried mourners could look down on the body.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">It also had a bell that could be rung from a string in the coffin. Curiosly he died on Halloween in 1893.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">American John Krichbaum designed a coffin - you can see its drawing on the left - in which a T-shaped pipe from the surface passed through the lid to rest near the hands.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">If the “corpse” twisted the bar it would show on a scale at the surface. The pipe would also open to let in air to keep the unfortunate victim alive.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">THE ELECTRIC CORSET</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZc1Y0rMQlWm1o-f3vA8xWr9a5eQhP31m0YuXS3m_E6uPXYyHR0OQEhFWoumFlqgKmEMLVuwsv0Xt62oCXoPUrM6Gtz-ctkI2pMUVAarLCnx9Q9iR4ZCElUCWMx-w9yF9qa3l5CpfnTBuWh4Js_qLmLlUMGua13xA3oxC6XhQTVnuoX1-5Yt21OSQ3/s465/The%20Electric%20Corset.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="465" data-original-width="310" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZc1Y0rMQlWm1o-f3vA8xWr9a5eQhP31m0YuXS3m_E6uPXYyHR0OQEhFWoumFlqgKmEMLVuwsv0Xt62oCXoPUrM6Gtz-ctkI2pMUVAarLCnx9Q9iR4ZCElUCWMx-w9yF9qa3l5CpfnTBuWh4Js_qLmLlUMGua13xA3oxC6XhQTVnuoX1-5Yt21OSQ3/w158-h238/The%20Electric%20Corset.jpg" width="158" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cornelius Bennett Harness, proprietor of The Medical Battery Company in London’s Oxford Street, was the driving force behind the electric corset.</span></span></div><div><span><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He claimed it to be: “The very thing for ladies, young or old, especially those who suffer from a weak back, chills, rheumatism, etc.”</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It was also claimed: “By wearing this the most awkward figure becomes graceful and elegant, the internal organs are speedily strengthened.”</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Harness said every married man should buy one for his wife.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But like other Victorian devices which claimed to be electric – like the hairbrush – they were simply magnetic.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">THE PNEUMATIC RAILWAY</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxZ5RrkVZ3v8FqHN65LEjQfI-AaJW5u00TJOuRJSgz7KeyaobQt4VFCnxJxDaAyi-q1B2LDwiOw4687t79PYaJU-DsOAvSEzZBDh1AUQJTIHNOYp4jwGIakJPnbXxMlsggEGbwzJK7RyYfOt20Qz95it17eTmrh_bb_HTlpzP-A9Km37o2V46CHp4e/s615/The%20Pneumatic%20Railway.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="394" data-original-width="615" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxZ5RrkVZ3v8FqHN65LEjQfI-AaJW5u00TJOuRJSgz7KeyaobQt4VFCnxJxDaAyi-q1B2LDwiOw4687t79PYaJU-DsOAvSEzZBDh1AUQJTIHNOYp4jwGIakJPnbXxMlsggEGbwzJK7RyYfOt20Qz95it17eTmrh_bb_HTlpzP-A9Km37o2V46CHp4e/s320/The%20Pneumatic%20Railway.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Railway mania swept the Victorian world but that didn’t stop some inventors going against the steam trend.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">In England for a while it seemed pneumatic railways might become popular, with car-like carriages drawn along tunnels by huge fans.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">A trial took place in 1861 in Battersea, London, with a tube stretching 452 yards along the banks of the Thames, incorporating several twists, turns and gradients. The capsule emerged at the other end after about 30 seconds.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">After the experiments went well, further ambitious plans were announced to launch pneumatic trains at Crystal Palace, Waterloo and Liverpool.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Plans were even put forward for a pneumatic railway under the English Channel in 1869. But none of the schemes took off.</span></div></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">THE ELECTRIC HAIRBRUSH.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy8uDQ6p9OMjDXGI9Atp8iRpmIiqgKyXTrfMLqi0KGRcwX-ZDokceETmCLY7mEGillXtnVrjapOvPPeFKxA0EatLVLCFv52DW1z8MYKo5f1XDtRsk2KeQu2t_TwYXhGu7v_bCo_cqrgTxiCfPS10I6v5tT3J1jFzfQAl6jpK7Q0c-HIb9ocFOCktJ7/s615/The%20Electric%20Hairbrush.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="264" data-original-width="615" height="137" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy8uDQ6p9OMjDXGI9Atp8iRpmIiqgKyXTrfMLqi0KGRcwX-ZDokceETmCLY7mEGillXtnVrjapOvPPeFKxA0EatLVLCFv52DW1z8MYKo5f1XDtRsk2KeQu2t_TwYXhGu7v_bCo_cqrgTxiCfPS10I6v5tT3J1jFzfQAl6jpK7Q0c-HIb9ocFOCktJ7/s320/The%20Electric%20Hairbrush.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Electric Hairbrush was supposed to help cure or prevent baldness.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Victorians who feared they were going bald or who wanted to thicken their hair were told the electric hairbrush was the answer to their prayers.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">In truth, the brushes weren’t powered by electricity at all; the only force they exerted came from magnetism, as written before.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">But this didn’t stop makers from promoting them as the height of modernity. In fact, the businessman George Scott also claimed the brushes would give relief from headaches while they were encouraging follicle growth.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Scott additionally said the electric hairbrushes would cure constipation, malarial lameness, rheumatism, diseases of the blood and paralysis.</span></div></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">For sure the Victorians didn't lack phantasy!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">In the hope you've enjoyed this funny topic, I'm sending my dearest love to you.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">See you soon </span><span style="text-align: left;">❤</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMVhpXYykKWmpr-cMhXUYpPcXBGDqwz2-GdFiHmlu6OZhbrlVVPhC4PNpGrtfYlrHfxjmAHY0HjqKNgEnnA0LtC13zfZWYQ_CDe752NBTGIyib1jEwM0kl22A9Nqv8aSZpO0BvMQGztRNt2VPKStGwZr7YwXwQxhiTPA_zAvySpkk_bqo8TeNV9yCf/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMVhpXYykKWmpr-cMhXUYpPcXBGDqwz2-GdFiHmlu6OZhbrlVVPhC4PNpGrtfYlrHfxjmAHY0HjqKNgEnnA0LtC13zfZWYQ_CDe752NBTGIyib1jEwM0kl22A9Nqv8aSZpO0BvMQGztRNt2VPKStGwZr7YwXwQxhiTPA_zAvySpkk_bqo8TeNV9yCf/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fEEpl6K879nIJ9sUumv9Z-hPwEJKVPJFYMV0K9kHrN9RGXq0mnMmN-P25qfR_s8fbS5iNCZpLdrpAhdfbgOs_NV5m3py4XHOmg-Qe4dxkz7grcKYgZ0y8U3x_Jf10yxC_0jjBC8Um7g35qp7zwZbMA31k2KfyZt_Cmf7JSncLMvywgBMvI3NdudI/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fEEpl6K879nIJ9sUumv9Z-hPwEJKVPJFYMV0K9kHrN9RGXq0mnMmN-P25qfR_s8fbS5iNCZpLdrpAhdfbgOs_NV5m3py4XHOmg-Qe4dxkz7grcKYgZ0y8U3x_Jf10yxC_0jjBC8Um7g35qp7zwZbMA31k2KfyZt_Cmf7JSncLMvywgBMvI3NdudI/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>Altre stravaganti invenzioni dei Vittoriani</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Durante le nostre numerose passeggiate compiute attraverso la Storia dell'Età Vittoriana, siamo venuti a conoscenza del fatto che i Vittoriani erano persone molto ingegnose. Tantissime furono le invenzioni brevettate allora, molte delle quali talmente bizzarre e strane da non poter essere neppure prese in considerazione. Ne abbiamo già viste alcune tempo fa (cliccate <a href="https://sweetlydreamingofthepast.blogspot.com/2015/08/victorians-oddish-inventions.html">QUI</a> se avete piacere di leggere il post che<i> </i></span><i style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">~ My little old world ~</i><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"> pubblicò su questo fantasioso argomento) ed ora ci accingiamo a vederne altre 'nuove'.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">'DADDY LONG LEGS' - LA FERROVIA ELETTRICA IN RIVA AL MARE</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">IMMAGINE SULLA SINISTRA - Nel 1883, Magnus Volk, a Brighton, nel Sussex, diede avvio alla prima ferrovia elettrica della Gran Bretagna. Fu un attrazione turistica di notevole successo, e ciò che ne deriva funziona ancora oggi. Ciononostante, quando Volk decise di estendere la ferrovia a est verso Rottingdean posò le rotaie sotto il mare e indusse il treno a viaggiare sull'acqua sorretto da quattro gambe d'acciaio lunghe 24 piedi, così, tra le onde.<br />La costruzione della Ferrovia Elettrica in Riva al Mare (Seashore Electric Railway) iniziò nel 1894, con operai che potevano lavorare solo con la bassa marea durante un rigido inverno che causò il congelamento dell'acqua del mare sulla spiaggia. Analogamente gli operai si dovevano fermare </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">quando la marea si alzava</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">. Quando la posa dei binari fu finalmente conclusa, essi erano chiaramente visibili con la bassa marea e con l'alta marea si trovavano fino a 15 piedi sotto la superficie dell'acqua. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Il 'Daddy Long Legs', che significa 'Papà dalle Lunghe Gambe' compì il suo primo viaggio – o viaggio inaugurale – il 28 novembre 1896. Ma con il 1901 venne fermato. Oggi la sola traccia che rimane del bizzarro progetto di Volk sono alcune file di blocchi di cemento sparpagliati lungo la costa che separa Brighton da Rottingdean.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: left;"><div style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">LA MACCHINA FOTOGRAFICA NASCOSTA NELLA BOMBETTA</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">IMMAGINE SULLA DESTRA - Questa fu una delle invenzioni più stravaganti dell'epoca vittoriana. In quegli anni la fotografia cominciava a lasciare il segno nel mondo dell'investigazione criminale; ciò diede avvio alla popolarità di macchine fotografiche per detectives e macchine fotografiche camuffate.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nel 1886 J. de Neck, di Bruxelles, brevettò l'idea di una macchina fotografica nascosta in un cappello, con l'obiettivo posto in cima alla sua bombatura ed il mirino sospeso sulla sua tesa. Altri oggetti in cui erano nascoste macchine fotografiche durante il periodo vittoriano erano i libri, le cravatte, i bastoni da passeggio ed i bottoni del panciotto.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Piccole macchine fotografiche erano anche inserite negli spilli da cravatta, in cinture, anelli, accendini, scatole per fiammiferi, pacchetti di sigarette, orologi da tasca, orologi da polso, penne, portacipria, binocoli, radio... e persino pistole!</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><div style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">L'ORGANO CHE ESPLODE</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">MMAGINE SULLA SINISTRA - Cosa si ottiene se si combinano insieme fisica, chimica e musica?</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">La risposta per un inventore vittoriano fu uno strumento musicale che chiamò 'pirofono'.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Questo signore di talento si chiamava Georges Eugene Frederic Kastner, era nato a Strasburgo, in Francia, nel 1852, ed ebbe l'idea di dar vita ad un organo che invece di aria, facesse uscire fuoco dalle sue canne. </span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Si diceva che imitasse molto bene la voce umana e fu, perciò, sorprendentemente ben accolto dalla critica.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">LA BARA CHE CONSERVA LA VITA</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">IMMAGINE SULLA DESTRA - La tapofobia, ossia la paura di essere sepolti vivi, era molto diffusa nel XIX secolo, ragion per cui il dottor Timothy Clark Smith, che era sopraffatto da un tale terrore, inventò una 'bara di sicurezza': dal suo interno si alzava un condotto lungo 6 piedi con una finestra in cima in modo che, quando il deceduto vi era posto a riposare, le persone in lutto potessero guardarlo dall'alto in basso.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Aveva anche una campana che poteva essere suonata da una corda nella bara, qualora vi fosse davvero deposta una persona ancora in vita. Curiosamente egli morì ad Halloween nel 1893.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">L'americano John Krichbaum progettò, invece, una bara - in cui un tubo a forma di T dalla superficie passava attraverso il coperchio per appoggiarsi vicino alle mani del deceduto.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Se il "cadavere" avesse attorcigliato la barra, si sarebbe mosso un piatto posto al di sopra della superficie del terreno. Il tubo si manteneva aperto anche per far entrare aria al fine di mantenere in vita l'eventuale sfortunata vittima.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">IL CORSETTO ELETTRICO</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">IMMAGINE SULLA SINISTRA - Cornelius Bennett Harness, proprietario di The Medical Battery Company in Oxford Street a Londra, fu l'inventore del corsetto elettrico.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Egli sosteneva che fosse: "<i>La cosa ideale per le donne, giovani o anziane, specialmente quelle che soffrono di debolezza alla schiena, brividi, reumatismi, ecc.</i>"</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Vi fu anche chi affermò che: "<i>Indossandolo, la figura più goffa diventa aggraziata ed elegante, mentre gli organi interni si rafforzano rapidamente</i>".</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Harness era fermamente convinto che ogni uomo sposato avrebbe dovuto comprarne uno per la propria consorte.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ma, come altri dispositivi vittoriani che si dicevano essere elettrici, anche questo era semplicemente magnetico.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">LA FERROVIA PNEUMATICA</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">IMMAGINE SULLA DESTRA - La mania delle strade ferrate travolse il mondo vittoriano, ma ciò non ha impedito ad alcuni inventori di andare contro la tendenza del vapore.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In Inghilterra per un certo periodo sembrò che le ferrovie pneumatiche potessero diventare popolari, con carrozze simili ad automobili trainate lungo tunnel da enormi ventilatori.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Una prova ebbe luogo nel 1861 a Battersea, Londra, con un tubo che si estendeva per 452 iarde lungo le rive del Tamigi, incorporando diverse pieghe, curve e pendenze. La capsula pneumatica emergeva dall'altra parte dopo circa 30 secondi.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dopo che gli esperimenti andarono bene, furono annunciati ulteriori piani ambiziosi per il lancio di treni pneumatici al Crystal Palace, a Waterloo e a Liverpool.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nel 1869 furono persino proposti piani per una ferrovia pneumatica sotto la Manica. Ma nessuno dei progetti ebbe successo.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">LA SPAZZOLA ELETTRICA</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">IMMAGINE SULLA SINISTRA - La spazzola per capelli elettrica avrebbe dovuto aiutare a curare o prevenire la calvizie.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ai vittoriani che temevano di diventare calvi o che volevano infoltire la capigliatura veniva detto che la spazzola elettrica era la risposta alle loro preghiere.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In verità, le spazzole non erano affatto alimentate dall'elettricità; l'unica forza che le alimentava proveniva dal magnetismo.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ma questo non ha impedito ai produttori di promuoverle come l'apice della modernità. In effetti, l'uomo d'affari George Scott sosteneva che le spazzole elettriche avrebbero anche fornito sollievo dal mal di testa mentre incoraggiavano la crescita del follicolo.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Scott affermava, inoltre, che le spazzole elettriche per capelli erano in grado di curare la costipazione, la zoppia malarica, i reumatismi, le malattie del sangue e forme di paralisi.</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Di certo ai nostri vittoriani non mancava la fantasia!</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Nella speranza che Vi sia stato gradito questo argomento un po' bizzarro,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Vi invio tutto il mio affetto.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">A presto </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">❤</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkTMqMCgaFVFAaKoBW1eHNZKQ_8NJlEQbjpC2_rqosK_0Pzb1dv9Dgv44x9M7gn_CZ77KEPqFnV851qmUFMNyyAzRPM-_eh-__H3vkK5WQXXyn8noMcU9BthBOMUPGzbpZrLMGLNvA3MlTLQ-VXN-OGFQvft2Ktveg6jPRn3QVITfmhOrsNHSKSLMW/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkTMqMCgaFVFAaKoBW1eHNZKQ_8NJlEQbjpC2_rqosK_0Pzb1dv9Dgv44x9M7gn_CZ77KEPqFnV851qmUFMNyyAzRPM-_eh-__H3vkK5WQXXyn8noMcU9BthBOMUPGzbpZrLMGLNvA3MlTLQ-VXN-OGFQvft2Ktveg6jPRn3QVITfmhOrsNHSKSLMW/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p align="center" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: 40pt;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah;">Dany</span></span></span>
</span>
</p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVBGeclNeYu8RDNunPQcQksXmcWlmY8jNI51zahYRS2XQEPN53XljywoLKnFA9knYdmo1YN16vxKtshDPK0JRE72lwQn4j2-2-LtP-zp9w7V_u-FyiFKtBWw8PzQIDOTCP-uYGKEFtouM1k_1HQS2PHvZwHyfu8u0cPywMN20hCPbnxzKYqDhOeeeU/s281/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="254" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVBGeclNeYu8RDNunPQcQksXmcWlmY8jNI51zahYRS2XQEPN53XljywoLKnFA9knYdmo1YN16vxKtshDPK0JRE72lwQn4j2-2-LtP-zp9w7V_u-FyiFKtBWw8PzQIDOTCP-uYGKEFtouM1k_1HQS2PHvZwHyfu8u0cPywMN20hCPbnxzKYqDhOeeeU/s1600/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" width="254" /></a></div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>LINKING WITH:</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/">PINK SATURDAY</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/the-big-day-happy-birthday-going-home-and-sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-57/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Laurie from <a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/taking-it-easy-sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-58/">Ridge Haven Homestead</a> featured this post of mine on April 30, 2023!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Thank you from the bottom of my heart Lovely Lady!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIpXxtFTvufi-Dc6SM1xD1pvu8BBnJUH677dgAaFDzqn-3_Tx63mTKCCS3rGu1mOvhmIXjsnV9yS2_8nXUPrFuykyrBZ7gGe_PbY3KNQG6ymLn75Ea86o7zSgwVe--NFRq7MNF6s7mPzoi24qOmD_Ob4POakBD5BbklWJ-kMohBLfP3lYNe53t_mg2/s338/img_6594.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="338" data-original-width="338" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIpXxtFTvufi-Dc6SM1xD1pvu8BBnJUH677dgAaFDzqn-3_Tx63mTKCCS3rGu1mOvhmIXjsnV9yS2_8nXUPrFuykyrBZ7gGe_PbY3KNQG6ymLn75Ea86o7zSgwVe--NFRq7MNF6s7mPzoi24qOmD_Ob4POakBD5BbklWJ-kMohBLfP3lYNe53t_mg2/w200-h200/img_6594.jpg" width="200" /></a></div></div><div><a href="https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></a></div><div><a href="https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">AWWW MONDAYS</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2023/04/tuesdays-with-twist-blog-hop-522.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Angie from <a href="http://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/">God's Growing Garden</a> today, May 2, 2023, featured this post of mine!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">I'm thrilled to the bit, I heartily thank you too, Sweet Lady!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC0fvpQz0TUsRBohKA8smUL_hDh7p0Z8suEUh81U7KYy5aGrZ5KJtd7Z--AGH-3f3z_sem7TBeeISMvrsLXs7wq5qqQrJBdqozeDEQABiwwlzeBm2iVnj7UHKAXfNtH8oXuL4ZzHuhZQ1Yg70G8BD3R7z1ZnAMi3nXOSS7LTikZ02pr5syTjqzp2IE/s394/TWTfeatured.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="394" data-original-width="393" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC0fvpQz0TUsRBohKA8smUL_hDh7p0Z8suEUh81U7KYy5aGrZ5KJtd7Z--AGH-3f3z_sem7TBeeISMvrsLXs7wq5qqQrJBdqozeDEQABiwwlzeBm2iVnj7UHKAXfNtH8oXuL4ZzHuhZQ1Yg70G8BD3R7z1ZnAMi3nXOSS7LTikZ02pr5syTjqzp2IE/w173-h174/TWTfeatured.jpg" width="173" /></a></div></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://goodrandomfun.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-intrepid.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">LITTLE THINGS THURSDAY</span></a></div><div><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/05/vintage-charm-party-387-and-april.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></a></div><div><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/05/vintage-charm-party-387-and-april.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">VINTAGE CHARM PARTY</span></a></div><div><br /></div><div><p></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></span></div></span></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-12576145734519351512023-04-14T21:12:00.019+02:002023-05-23T17:03:51.528+02:00MARIA ENRICHETTA. DA VIENNA A BRUXELLES UN’ASBURGO REGINA DEI BELGI di Daniela Lasagnini <div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Ebbene sì, dalla fine del mese sarà in vendita il mio ultimo libro, scritto nei mesi della scorsa estate e dell'autunno, una biografia storica di un personaggio la cui conoscenza coltivo da anni con passione: 300 pagine circa e più di 30 immagini d'epoca per raccontare la vita di una donna straordinaria.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiKF4YoSDaou1x5qHAwycG_JUj_pI8iRTIPioU7AV_Q9XSTpj7TpTjwLO-21iWa9r82kTJKx5xSW6EbGLAyNOvJEnAqGeqb8f5sYL66jEWVhdhPHNYGfgw_4qXZmj7iribLvF51U7A3jIhvPSGO0Z8pOaRLqPLKYSlTSx0rX8Ad6wuBjkTk3Prkanh/s1999/MARIA%20ENRICHETTA.%20DA%20VIENNA%20A%20BRUXELLES%20UN'ASBURGO%20REGINA%20DEI%20BELGI_Daniela%20Lasagnini_MGS%20PRESS%20TRIESTE%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1701" data-original-width="1999" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiKF4YoSDaou1x5qHAwycG_JUj_pI8iRTIPioU7AV_Q9XSTpj7TpTjwLO-21iWa9r82kTJKx5xSW6EbGLAyNOvJEnAqGeqb8f5sYL66jEWVhdhPHNYGfgw_4qXZmj7iribLvF51U7A3jIhvPSGO0Z8pOaRLqPLKYSlTSx0rX8Ad6wuBjkTk3Prkanh/w527-h449/MARIA%20ENRICHETTA.%20DA%20VIENNA%20A%20BRUXELLES%20UN'ASBURGO%20REGINA%20DEI%20BELGI_Daniela%20Lasagnini_MGS%20PRESS%20TRIESTE%20(2).jpg" width="527" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">MARIA ENRICHETTA.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">DA VIENNA A BRUXELLES UN’ASBURGO REGINA DEI BELGI</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Essendo scritto in italiano, ho pensato di iniziare questo post rivolgendomi innanzitutto agli Amici di<i> ~
My little old world ~</i> che possono essere interessati a leggerlo.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Il libro, disponibile a partire dal 30 aprile, si può già acquistare sul sito della Casa editrice: <a href="http://www.mgspress.com">www.mgspress.com</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />COSI' MI PIACE PRESENTARVELO:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Protagonista degli accadimenti più salienti e drammatici che hanno caratterizzato la vita della dinastia asburgica nel secolo XIX – dalla tragedia di Mayerling, allo straziante epilogo della vita di Massimiliano giustiziato a Queretaro, alla disarmante follia cui approdò la povera Carlotta – l’arciduchessa Maria Enrichetta d’Asburgo-Lorena, figlia dell’ultimo conte-palatino d’Ungheria, è stata dimenticata dalla storia ufficiale. Nata il 23 agosto 1836 a Buda, destinata a diventare imperatrice quale sposa promessa del cugino Francesco Giuseppe, siederà, invece, sul trono del Belgio di cui diventerà la seconda regina. Donna vigorosa e temeraria, d’intelligenza vivace e brillante, d’animo nobile e dai modi gentili e spontanei, conquistò il suo popolo per la forza d’animo grazie alla quale fronteggiò tutte le prove con cui il destino l’indusse a confrontarsi diventando un emblema di virtù.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Costretta a sposare il duca di Brabante, un giovinetto che neppure conosceva e che verrà incoronato re con il nome di Leopoldo II nel 1865, sarà vittima della sua indifferenza e dei suoi vizi: dalla sua incontenibile e plateale infedeltà alla sua mitomania che lo condurrà a far edificare monumenti dalle proporzioni faraoniche e a conquistare una parte ancora inesplorata del continente africano dove farà commettere un eccidio per brama di denaro. Come avrà affrontato questa nobile sovrana una vita coniugale così difficile, resa ancor più opprimente dai numerosi lutti che la colpirono da vicino, alcuni dei quali avvenuti in contrasto con le leggi che governano la Natura, e dai tormenti che le procureranno le figlie maggiori, diventate adulte e accasate?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Maria Enrichetta viene principalmente ricordata come la madre della principessa Stefania, che verrà diseredata e rinnegata dal padre perché decisa a rifarsi una vita dopo la morte del principe ereditario Rodolfo, perso a Mayerling dopo otto anni di matrimonio, gli ultimi dei quali vissuti in preda a profonda angoscia. Ma ella ebbe altri tre figli: Luisa, la primogenita, ricordata per la sua vita indecorosa e dissoluta, Clementina, figlia cadetta, e Leopoldo, unico erede maschio che si spense all'età di soli 10 anni - alla morte di Leopoldo II la successione al trono passò ad un altro ramo della famiglia. Questo libro, che rappresenta la prima biografia di Maria Enrichetta d’Asburgo scritta e pubblicata in Italia, fa luce su tutti questi "chiaroscuri" e la accompagna fino al suo ritiro a vita privata sulle Ardenne belghe, nel luogo che aveva imparato ad amare e che era diventato la sua “Ungheria in Belgio”: il piccolo paese di Spa, incontaminato e genuino come la sua gente. </span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Nella speranza che gli affezionati <i>Followers</i> di<i> </i></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">~ </span><i style="font-family: georgia;">My little old world </i><span style="font-family: georgia;">~ </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">trovino interessante ed avvincente questa lettura,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">auguro a tutti Voi una splendida giornata di primavera.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A presto </span></span><span style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;">❤</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIX0Ek3EITZMkZZpNISvKvQwWaj6IMhfrx-49i6at1rakR-bSG30PdZtD7_L_l_8Kk5FSpziVzv6DkFQnDdJ5TH2FVBWYDSzpK78Sf14k0PtDSAH7fkLMFkkcfCd_0mLwLBtGufa1ff2sn__DMK2j6u2D33UIdEfqDgv_R3pn7VgTWXee29mPwo-UT/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIX0Ek3EITZMkZZpNISvKvQwWaj6IMhfrx-49i6at1rakR-bSG30PdZtD7_L_l_8Kk5FSpziVzv6DkFQnDdJ5TH2FVBWYDSzpK78Sf14k0PtDSAH7fkLMFkkcfCd_0mLwLBtGufa1ff2sn__DMK2j6u2D33UIdEfqDgv_R3pn7VgTWXee29mPwo-UT/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigBt6znMb5z78FydxfLb2GlgV2J9dTsZDrmsB_Oiv9BGh6XBqznV28d818dzjrj5RPNMAvp2m6R4gNPQsQOLVO7Kl3ZccsEa8YMgxNbwwcDoWNxf6hn1KcAtRbt5DDWVg7qtDqAatPh4_ALuvG6U4bSxNieFR551jNsO-jzBP_OOWY8hpRUY5r6bG4/s752/For%20the%20text%20in%20English%20scroll%20down%20the%20page.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigBt6znMb5z78FydxfLb2GlgV2J9dTsZDrmsB_Oiv9BGh6XBqznV28d818dzjrj5RPNMAvp2m6R4gNPQsQOLVO7Kl3ZccsEa8YMgxNbwwcDoWNxf6hn1KcAtRbt5DDWVg7qtDqAatPh4_ALuvG6U4bSxNieFR551jNsO-jzBP_OOWY8hpRUY5r6bG4/w300-h400/For%20the%20text%20in%20English%20scroll%20down%20the%20page.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>NEWS FROM MGS PRESS - MARIE HENRIETTE. FROM VIENNA TO BRUSSELS A HABSURG QUEEN OF THE BELGIANS by Daniela Lasagnini</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Yes, my latest book, written during the months of the last Summer and Autumn, will be on sale from the end of April. It's a historical biography of a woman whose knowledge I have been cultivating with passion for years: 300 pages and more than 30 original vintage images to tell the life of an extraordinary character.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">IMAGE OF THE COVER: </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">MARIE HENRIETTE. FROM VIENNA TO BRUSSELS A HABBURG QUEEN OF THE BELGIANS</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Being written in Italian, I thought to start this post of mine by first addressing my words to the Friends of ~ <i>My little old world</i> ~ who may be interested in reading it, that's why the text in English follows that in Italian.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">The book, which will be available starting from April 30, can be already purchased on the website of the publishing house: </span><a href="http://www.mgspress.com" style="font-family: georgia;">www.mgspress.com</a><span style="font-family: georgia;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">ALTHOUGH THERE'S NO ENGLISH VERSION OF IT, AT LEAST AT THE MOMENT, THUS IS HOW I LIKE TO "INTRODUCE" IT TO YOU:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Protagonist of the most salient and dramatic events that characterized the life of the Habsburg dynasty in the 19th century - from the tragedy of Mayerling, to the heartbreaking epilogue of the life of Maximilian executed in Queretaro, to the disarming madness which poor Carlotta landed to - the Archduchess Marie Henriette von Habsburg-Lorraine, daughter of the last count-palatine of Hungary, has been forgotten by official History. She was born on August 23, 1836 in Buda, destined to become empress as the promised bride of her cousin Franz Joseph, she will instead sit on the throne of Belgium of which she will become the second queen. A vigorous and fearless woman, with a lively and brilliant intelligence, a noble soul and kind and spontaneous manners, she conquered her people for the fortitude thanks to which she faced all the trials which fate led her to confront herself with, becoming an emblem of virtue.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Forced to marry the Duke of Brabant, a young man she didn't even know and who will be crowned king with the name of Leopold II in 1865, she will be the victim of his indifference and his vices: from his irrepressible and blatant infidelity to his mythomania that will lead him to make built monuments of pharaonic proportions and to conquer a still unexplored part of the African continent where he will commit a massacre out of lust for money. How did this noble sovereign deal with such a difficult married life, made even more oppressive by the numerous deaths that affected her closely, some of which occurred in contrast with the laws that govern Nature, and by the torments that they will cause her her eldest daughters, once became adults and married?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Marie Henriette is mainly remembered as the mother of Princess Stefanie, who will be disinherited and disowned by her father because she was determined to start a new life after the death of Crown Prince Rudolf, lost in Mayerling after eight years of marriage, the last of which lived in the throes of deep anguish. But she had three other children: Luisa, the eldest daughter, remembered for her indecorous and dissolute life, Clementina, cadet daughter, and Leopold, the only male heir who passed away at the age of only 10 - at the death of Leopold II the succession to the throne passed to another branch of the family. This book, which represents the first biography of Marie Henriette von Habsburg written and published in Italy, sheds light on all these "shades" and accompanies her until her retirement to private life in the Belgian Ardennes, in the place she had learned to love and which had become her “Hungary in Belgium”: the small country of Spa, uncontaminated and genuine like its people.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">In the hope that the affectionate Followers of ~ <i>My little old world </i>~ </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">will find this reading interesting and capturing,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I'm wishing You all a lovely Spring day.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">See you soon </span><span style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;">❤</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNC3kBnDpc2GxCesFREAgb19kJIkxQZeRQsGjGoBmtRzhyhX7g-JBpO3b8OV0thbLzx62d0shLT6tYN1KPWrZLiSjlfub8F6J0yov6f4sRONV1JavGoej6huNmYlYPmS5_4ylzbATIcFayAefyqFaI7wZMAc5_C4zkrB0QEWrhfjrmlzEfio3wy_1/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNC3kBnDpc2GxCesFREAgb19kJIkxQZeRQsGjGoBmtRzhyhX7g-JBpO3b8OV0thbLzx62d0shLT6tYN1KPWrZLiSjlfub8F6J0yov6f4sRONV1JavGoej6huNmYlYPmS5_4ylzbATIcFayAefyqFaI7wZMAc5_C4zkrB0QEWrhfjrmlzEfio3wy_1/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEmnSrnJarkPF8WeDG1Dih8Z-VkQbUKByD1TTVoaZOalxbOpcyVqHM_fQNhX6Nj2yiEx877VzvfD1LGQOcjXXXjsiYtdOYHXVY7yfUu7VDY-5jHJuj9iBRIiFKEci_1Nq5I1cHtn1cM-GLJ76bMJ5xttHQZGJ6gmVSirDgOhesZ4XV5m_X0Y45vFWV/s281/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="254" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEmnSrnJarkPF8WeDG1Dih8Z-VkQbUKByD1TTVoaZOalxbOpcyVqHM_fQNhX6Nj2yiEx877VzvfD1LGQOcjXXXjsiYtdOYHXVY7yfUu7VDY-5jHJuj9iBRIiFKEci_1Nq5I1cHtn1cM-GLJ76bMJ5xttHQZGJ6gmVSirDgOhesZ4XV5m_X0Y45vFWV/s1600/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" width="254" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>LINKING WITH:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/2023/04/anything-goes-pink-saturday-april-15-2023.html"><br /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/2023/04/anything-goes-pink-saturday-april-15-2023.html">PINK SATURDAY</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lifeasaleowife.com/2023/04/16/happiness-is-homemade-475/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HAPPINESS IS HOMEMADE</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/the-next-phase-in-austins-recovery-sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-56/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SUNDAY SUNSHINE</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com/2023/04/neonates-awww-monday-inspiring-quote-of.html?sc=1681714242009#c7985482270523236453"><span style="font-family: georgia;">AWWW MONDAYS</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://magicalmysticalteacher.wordpress.com/2023/04/17/blue-monday-ruby-tuesday-too-street-scene/"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://magicalmysticalteacher.wordpress.com/2023/04/17/blue-monday-ruby-tuesday-too-street-scene/">BLUE MONDAY & RUBY TUESDAY TOO</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2023/04/tuesdays-with-twist-blog-hop-521.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.astrollthrulife.net/2023/04/18/679th-inspire-me-tuesday/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=679th-inspire-me-tuesday"><span style="font-family: georgia;">INSPIRE ME TUESDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/04/vintage-charm-party-385.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">VINTAGE CHARM PARTY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/homestead-blog-hop-441/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HOMESTEAD BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/04/salads-on-thursday-favorite-things.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">THURSDAY FAVORITE THINGS</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://goodrandomfun.blogspot.com/2023/05/nyc-marathon-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">LITTLE THINGS THURSDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/05/spring-and-tea-party-on-wonderful.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-16495559502628428992023-04-02T09:40:00.018+02:002023-05-01T18:04:43.623+02:00"Twas Easter-Sunday."<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmkhi_RYPhL_U1H0oG2uN-161sGOYgO2lELKU4Scgiko3fgAEdxOoI-yzgCpEQrg905UoBvDcrPFr-ncIMe05D2KO5LgOTr_G7x3NOcX1m4hTk_P0ReujNtjuPMSNNcasc7puhQY7hzXPZKdIJDrjbTHCNt3WgHG-dc3Zk1urfpDdYG39KRaq7GbI/s640/My_little_old_world_Easter1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmkhi_RYPhL_U1H0oG2uN-161sGOYgO2lELKU4Scgiko3fgAEdxOoI-yzgCpEQrg905UoBvDcrPFr-ncIMe05D2KO5LgOTr_G7x3NOcX1m4hTk_P0ReujNtjuPMSNNcasc7puhQY7hzXPZKdIJDrjbTHCNt3WgHG-dc3Zk1urfpDdYG39KRaq7GbI/s16000/My_little_old_world_Easter1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: medium;">"Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees filled all the air with fragrance and with joy."</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (American literate,1807-1882)</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNkvfsWtA6aVR0HTQG6Lx_qQg_M05eQ3NXocOmu7c2Kt95E--i82W2gEdWOZoHlt1xkMrmbWJTcc9puGJdPtz81tufW4hP_eGlc0K2_HI_hyL_06HD2KJh6CO-OsHVTkm0shaK97y6dHreHB8iRfRjx4TO6xHL_Kr33V8gLwPS4vRj8q8scN6Hdnll/s706/My_little_old_world_Easter2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="706" data-original-width="530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNkvfsWtA6aVR0HTQG6Lx_qQg_M05eQ3NXocOmu7c2Kt95E--i82W2gEdWOZoHlt1xkMrmbWJTcc9puGJdPtz81tufW4hP_eGlc0K2_HI_hyL_06HD2KJh6CO-OsHVTkm0shaK97y6dHreHB8iRfRjx4TO6xHL_Kr33V8gLwPS4vRj8q8scN6Hdnll/s16000/My_little_old_world_Easter2.jpg" /></a></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6y_cXlUHBjRQ2gdYNYW1c0rA6orrgFVf-SNr1wwTm6u6tgkFrwcjpCPOjZNqyAUvgoCknzCIhvNZVwDN5z__rxkhI7NuLv2ZZnY9v7gnN8i70lBhIdYgC685A8qABgxDRUWJksx3BJu3U_wbgG4oxG2Yc12TCWoym6QhckVMHAF_XLXgGBiejdK6d/s748/My_little_old_world_Easter2'.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="748" data-original-width="525" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6y_cXlUHBjRQ2gdYNYW1c0rA6orrgFVf-SNr1wwTm6u6tgkFrwcjpCPOjZNqyAUvgoCknzCIhvNZVwDN5z__rxkhI7NuLv2ZZnY9v7gnN8i70lBhIdYgC685A8qABgxDRUWJksx3BJu3U_wbgG4oxG2Yc12TCWoym6QhckVMHAF_XLXgGBiejdK6d/s16000/My_little_old_world_Easter2'.jpg" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;">“For I remember it is Easter morn, and Life and Love and Peace are all new born.”</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"> Alice Freeman Palmer (American educator, 1855-1902)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQ7Mv03_9tgOnKw1g-97pu1qhRp8Fse-nTRnwrjxp5CsgNDwpHpZnVWwXEwda5x1bfaJGCBoX6j4qVvYx1Dkw5lri-SwEVkstKGBRxSg2bbjE2DrTS8YaOJC17-iOci9dNSRztsXsI9cc4Bfh4mvyrVHFXG0EUy2KMfoY6n9JOlWr89XOmqxfq0WL/s533/My_little_old_world_Easter_3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQ7Mv03_9tgOnKw1g-97pu1qhRp8Fse-nTRnwrjxp5CsgNDwpHpZnVWwXEwda5x1bfaJGCBoX6j4qVvYx1Dkw5lri-SwEVkstKGBRxSg2bbjE2DrTS8YaOJC17-iOci9dNSRztsXsI9cc4Bfh4mvyrVHFXG0EUy2KMfoY6n9JOlWr89XOmqxfq0WL/s16000/My_little_old_world_Easter_3.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: medium;">“The day the Lord created Hope was probably the same day He created Spring.” </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"> Bernard Williams (British philosopher, 1929-2003)</span></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAv1-DJIl_jvG-QBT0wLA5aoS-vps7W4QBAmyqD-UbLu4Ta205sJuCnsePvCcXrcAV5UMeLKW4jdDA-t2UiTw_K6QQT8BqTtnPRQjWk0Q78Ajgv_uB2mxNEG_VvaQOmTHe6pbHBRTaQvhF0k4fx3wvalInJ-oY7M0ZYPUqyMkrdWfRcs1U1AWipAPe/s703/My_little_old_world_Easter_4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="703" data-original-width="527" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAv1-DJIl_jvG-QBT0wLA5aoS-vps7W4QBAmyqD-UbLu4Ta205sJuCnsePvCcXrcAV5UMeLKW4jdDA-t2UiTw_K6QQT8BqTtnPRQjWk0Q78Ajgv_uB2mxNEG_VvaQOmTHe6pbHBRTaQvhF0k4fx3wvalInJ-oY7M0ZYPUqyMkrdWfRcs1U1AWipAPe/s16000/My_little_old_world_Easter_4.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrn6hsu_m6kqaCow5kUH0ztzqyW9zsQ5xOhEEgrDpaJTD8CS-kroaIlVUbagTDoXpuW_toP4EDpm6sqzhUcdIn44OkppLCQeWhHjKooJtU1C49qjUA-yljvLiY5BYVCnOx6VRupOtUTnxbfEqexkiYP_ggKuIOPRYqRm-4i-HPX76kWgLd4cGsiCx/s700/My_little_old_world_Easter5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="525" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrn6hsu_m6kqaCow5kUH0ztzqyW9zsQ5xOhEEgrDpaJTD8CS-kroaIlVUbagTDoXpuW_toP4EDpm6sqzhUcdIn44OkppLCQeWhHjKooJtU1C49qjUA-yljvLiY5BYVCnOx6VRupOtUTnxbfEqexkiYP_ggKuIOPRYqRm-4i-HPX76kWgLd4cGsiCx/s16000/My_little_old_world_Easter5.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">"Easter spells out Beauty, the rare Beauty of new Life."</span></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Samuel Dickey Gordon (American author and evangelical lay minister,1859-1936)</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_B60avsPpQQPTDU_sTTEB82sY-j4ChV4lgCFPSulZuRjjOzzQUb-Z5yxwqR21tCOdGJyqy30pBDjzp4xEo6tDjYt_cfvF5AttwXtjRgC6AMaoChLVg4rQBeOLTVxZBgPTW7jkJwY5NVDFx9Pw0m66VK-usWfwx9A6IOaUyDfFkIXoepFMrmp-J8VI/s694/My_little_old_world_Easter_6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="694" data-original-width="520" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_B60avsPpQQPTDU_sTTEB82sY-j4ChV4lgCFPSulZuRjjOzzQUb-Z5yxwqR21tCOdGJyqy30pBDjzp4xEo6tDjYt_cfvF5AttwXtjRgC6AMaoChLVg4rQBeOLTVxZBgPTW7jkJwY5NVDFx9Pw0m66VK-usWfwx9A6IOaUyDfFkIXoepFMrmp-J8VI/s16000/My_little_old_world_Easter_6.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEje5EREKtGwfD532Tkjbukd2hj2A7AyUJciCXjRLz9K_2X1YaCPxkEolObdABNCPOc1RVAAfoZ2SzqnHTs39JkUFfbm2gSX2ict1UByK80OVXa0ocAa7F1gq7j8loiIPf7gvvTYO2Y9x90cPSgbUQDOluaIuw9OhWz7xFntF2FwQaDZJl3XsvfUt5G7" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="339" data-original-width="509" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEje5EREKtGwfD532Tkjbukd2hj2A7AyUJciCXjRLz9K_2X1YaCPxkEolObdABNCPOc1RVAAfoZ2SzqnHTs39JkUFfbm2gSX2ict1UByK80OVXa0ocAa7F1gq7j8loiIPf7gvvTYO2Y9x90cPSgbUQDOluaIuw9OhWz7xFntF2FwQaDZJl3XsvfUt5G7=w520-h346" width="520" /></a></div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUXrOsJXhhCdtl9W9e5ef24w5qYs2AMGQymFuKTD7cRMbMoZW3mrPK3eJU45a9p6MzDtiqRJXWsbUZBfsXeOlrPkqojGRuqtrXliZfqEtu-vLwSNsdZ4tbzbuht1Bk71tbPXa--L9OYM-aETsAGG0YKDz4Zb4YyvPkBqkzcylA7f8-AW6F2Yi4H6Ql/s741/My_little_old_world_Easter_7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="741" data-original-width="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUXrOsJXhhCdtl9W9e5ef24w5qYs2AMGQymFuKTD7cRMbMoZW3mrPK3eJU45a9p6MzDtiqRJXWsbUZBfsXeOlrPkqojGRuqtrXliZfqEtu-vLwSNsdZ4tbzbuht1Bk71tbPXa--L9OYM-aETsAGG0YKDz4Zb4YyvPkBqkzcylA7f8-AW6F2Yi4H6Ql/s16000/My_little_old_world_Easter_7.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">“If people did not love one another, I really don't see what use there would be in having any Spring.” </span></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Victor Hugo (French poet, dramatist, writer and politician, 1802-1885)</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3RYgGynwiTGVYfejX8SPFFN-AoL0VARK0H7c3O2Htr63XI0OGNGmIHsoEKgAuSM20PxJPDE_-_FNdruQFpGH9L-50UUFOMymHxQdlWBzHTASgAxENkBSzyPQvfPE2Mv_n5E092el9d8Y0BZJ86U3syNxmzCB16Ot5vFhc5hQEZm1a3T6B26CjqELG/s688/My_little_old_world_Easter_8.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="688" data-original-width="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3RYgGynwiTGVYfejX8SPFFN-AoL0VARK0H7c3O2Htr63XI0OGNGmIHsoEKgAuSM20PxJPDE_-_FNdruQFpGH9L-50UUFOMymHxQdlWBzHTASgAxENkBSzyPQvfPE2Mv_n5E092el9d8Y0BZJ86U3syNxmzCB16Ot5vFhc5hQEZm1a3T6B26CjqELG/s16000/My_little_old_world_Easter_8.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7BhAo9gxdZM2Jvxfc-2vo3fPu9wyyBHxV97eERkgKXxunoYHzgcDHhMJq0bdrJTDmYEWc7CWfA2OUFG9FbyZL84JcJxPV9M5jsHWijZeRIKFj_TfpxA0dbcP7S3WBJnYT6CWhwl0lJeFQmPC3wumeo8lcj1A2OaY-N6VU_opsFWjlxlc-PZxai0t/s514/My_little_old_world_Easter_9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="502" data-original-width="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7BhAo9gxdZM2Jvxfc-2vo3fPu9wyyBHxV97eERkgKXxunoYHzgcDHhMJq0bdrJTDmYEWc7CWfA2OUFG9FbyZL84JcJxPV9M5jsHWijZeRIKFj_TfpxA0dbcP7S3WBJnYT6CWhwl0lJeFQmPC3wumeo8lcj1A2OaY-N6VU_opsFWjlxlc-PZxai0t/s16000/My_little_old_world_Easter_9.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV4R8uAKKM-ErrxUHsTxbUnpbJQyHhMVr1KLjrLeyiFozdgcK6zQxWvfOQHYlMAwV87VGYz_RyOqDq_MXOSBFloRsD_GmNKBGNZS9R5opHJarTqvX_bUS3nVBXhr6l3UVwKSx9MtVOH6Qclbc5Ttx0-wOdgGDKMSf3BhXmBTzHn90jDdLLUsQly-Ci/s680/My_little_old_world_Easter_10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV4R8uAKKM-ErrxUHsTxbUnpbJQyHhMVr1KLjrLeyiFozdgcK6zQxWvfOQHYlMAwV87VGYz_RyOqDq_MXOSBFloRsD_GmNKBGNZS9R5opHJarTqvX_bUS3nVBXhr6l3UVwKSx9MtVOH6Qclbc5Ttx0-wOdgGDKMSf3BhXmBTzHn90jDdLLUsQly-Ci/s16000/My_little_old_world_Easter_10.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: medium;"> "The story of Easter is the story of God’s wonderful window of divine surprise." </span></div><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Anthony Carl Knudsen (American businessman and politician, 1874-1931)</span></p><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNJIq6kT4OcdcWNiP2arP09s9wA1mG9I5VwDjm8dyYthalNtzv2EzMJB9RIaIp-j-5JTZhHtoUncB4sqDm5HPbMspKyVwZP7-q1hFI9klgHf954hVkGM69xed7kox5XD6ZnWkKvATk2lj4PYo-LahZhQjyh0VtjjZQD_fTv-lZBysLAgNTKfjN6f92/s512/My_little_old_world_Easter_11.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="456" data-original-width="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNJIq6kT4OcdcWNiP2arP09s9wA1mG9I5VwDjm8dyYthalNtzv2EzMJB9RIaIp-j-5JTZhHtoUncB4sqDm5HPbMspKyVwZP7-q1hFI9klgHf954hVkGM69xed7kox5XD6ZnWkKvATk2lj4PYo-LahZhQjyh0VtjjZQD_fTv-lZBysLAgNTKfjN6f92/s16000/My_little_old_world_Easter_11.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_6tRT-kUkjMbfBR5cpM1VaCBNEdyw32-cSWW00W8UgQh8lC5L_50b_ZFaHr7YAab4HLiec4BoyQj5YFOfzH90b3sMmUq_TsB68XcnrhyysbHZXan_GDi3ed1oy7rvGukQ2kmZ9cxU999Xq7ePpVj6qgkqebNZXLIQTnzr37grnBDjdS2SKdfItZf5/s684/My_little_old_world_Easter_12.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="684" data-original-width="513" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_6tRT-kUkjMbfBR5cpM1VaCBNEdyw32-cSWW00W8UgQh8lC5L_50b_ZFaHr7YAab4HLiec4BoyQj5YFOfzH90b3sMmUq_TsB68XcnrhyysbHZXan_GDi3ed1oy7rvGukQ2kmZ9cxU999Xq7ePpVj6qgkqebNZXLIQTnzr37grnBDjdS2SKdfItZf5/s16000/My_little_old_world_Easter_12.jpg" /></a></div><div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5NayKgm6NWQLkM2NCfwlg1OXR8X2dWBENI8G22CAvLFFvhyASKbfX822q6G7uiJay7vMWYDp94y63EiHtPrYPIdL-OodhoXfbRm740kbOplo4XSQQkNahGYpm62HRPdoeuso25J2Jvux0sHJbc-hOpJgB7gql_35J3HKUSfV5Wyo2kqoi_i6hPT-r/s684/My_little_old_world_Easter_13.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="684" data-original-width="513" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5NayKgm6NWQLkM2NCfwlg1OXR8X2dWBENI8G22CAvLFFvhyASKbfX822q6G7uiJay7vMWYDp94y63EiHtPrYPIdL-OodhoXfbRm740kbOplo4XSQQkNahGYpm62HRPdoeuso25J2Jvux0sHJbc-hOpJgB7gql_35J3HKUSfV5Wyo2kqoi_i6hPT-r/s16000/My_little_old_world_Easter_13.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: large;">May God shower you with Blessings, Love, and Peace this Easter, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: large;">Dearest Friends of mine!</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdqRuAnK2zTYjEP5muCPJ2dT7LcAzCUt-wQE9YHjmi-ez9h0AuNHgtmGvIXwHPtc2cp8k4iS1HOv-Z_v3uZYZCXY6Y2gbTfft6JsmSdXwoTSbq0NcxrD_Ygau8dhcKGtd_kN385L_Hj0xOmlvxsPZLy9Md6Dvg_kFUkv6zsfU-DwWtQYZRVbWrmDo/s1191/Joyful%20Easter.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1191" data-original-width="844" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdqRuAnK2zTYjEP5muCPJ2dT7LcAzCUt-wQE9YHjmi-ez9h0AuNHgtmGvIXwHPtc2cp8k4iS1HOv-Z_v3uZYZCXY6Y2gbTfft6JsmSdXwoTSbq0NcxrD_Ygau8dhcKGtd_kN385L_Hj0xOmlvxsPZLy9Md6Dvg_kFUkv6zsfU-DwWtQYZRVbWrmDo/w454-h640/Joyful%20Easter.png" width="454" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">P.S. I love you to know that all the nests, little and large, you may see in the vignettes above, have been made by our free-living birdies: they belong to last year 'season of love' and we've gathered them last Summer when they fell down from the trees.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #741b47;"> ⊱</span><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Liberation Serif;"><span lang="hi-IN"><span>༺</span><span>♡❀♡</span><span>༻</span><span>⊰</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>Era la Domenica di Pasqua</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">"Era la domenica di Pasqua. Gli alberi in piena fioritura riempivano tutta l'aria di profumo e di gioia."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (letterato americano, 1807-1882)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">"Ecco, ricordo che è il mattino di Pasqua, e la Vita, l'Amore e la Pace sono tutti appena nati."</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"> Alice Freeman Palmer (educatrice americana, 1855-1902)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">“Il giorno in cui il Signore creò la Speranza fu probabilmente lo stesso giorno in cui creò la Primavera.”</span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"> Bernard Williams (filosofo britannico, 1929-2003)</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">"La Pasqua enuncia la Bellezza, la rara Bellezza della nuova Vita."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Samuel Dickey Gordon (autore americano e ministro laico evangelico, 1859-1936)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">“Se le persone non si amassero, davvero non vedo a che cosa servirebbe la Primavera.”</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Victor Hugo (poeta, drammaturgo, scrittore e politico francese, 1802-1885)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"> "La storia della Pasqua è la storia della meravigliosa finestra divina sorprendente di Dio."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Anthony Carl Knudsen (uomo d'affari e politico americano, 1874-1931)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;"> ⊱<span style="font-family: Liberation Serif;"><span lang="hi-IN"><span>༺</span><span>♡❀♡</span><span>༻</span><span>⊰</span></span></span></span></p></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: large;">Possa Dio inondarVi di Benedizioni, Amore e Pace </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: large;">in questa S. Pasqua,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: large;">miei Carissimi Amici!</span></div></div></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi63NFWHvncr71QRKC8_7kprwRlalBAx_i9rSTNHM5qpX-Ja3FL4l08fpli83FjTJB-02R2I8l7cP-E0r6bvF9J5Ztkd2pys1-cQMxHfJg97qtZobAvPUbKc9GmEDyQg3fMEaAeviOpicjnAqfyqzVK_xa_YDvHh3PqTuZectkDKIwrs1on9xDbbYDX/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi63NFWHvncr71QRKC8_7kprwRlalBAx_i9rSTNHM5qpX-Ja3FL4l08fpli83FjTJB-02R2I8l7cP-E0r6bvF9J5Ztkd2pys1-cQMxHfJg97qtZobAvPUbKc9GmEDyQg3fMEaAeviOpicjnAqfyqzVK_xa_YDvHh3PqTuZectkDKIwrs1on9xDbbYDX/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px;">Dany</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">P.S. Mi piace farvi sapere che tutti i nidi, piccoli e grandi, che potete vedere nelle immagini sono stati fatti dai nostri uccellini che vivono liberi: appartengono alla "stagione dell'amore" dell'anno scorso e li abbiamo raccolti la scorsa estate quando sono caduti dagli alberi.</span><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgI1IizAKG8VM-uf_ZsfzcvjuwvLV4FRcnIOrnIkpkBwVmdWAhDZqOd2W1UO4CiWfvrLXDW8z3ts5MGkO4-kSEujqpX8T59u5s_-ygmE3OEKWOynlhwM4wT0ni65C5Rrb5bOFoAgte4oOpCaGf4rUUulp2hIQYAvGdYFo4SPU02Z-B4KkYLtLi28n/s281/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="254" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgI1IizAKG8VM-uf_ZsfzcvjuwvLV4FRcnIOrnIkpkBwVmdWAhDZqOd2W1UO4CiWfvrLXDW8z3ts5MGkO4-kSEujqpX8T59u5s_-ygmE3OEKWOynlhwM4wT0ni65C5Rrb5bOFoAgte4oOpCaGf4rUUulp2hIQYAvGdYFo4SPU02Z-B4KkYLtLi28n/s1600/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" width="254" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>LINKING WITH:</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.shabbyartboutique.com/create-bake-grow-gather-party-565/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">CREATE, BAKE, GROW & GATHER PARTY</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/04/april-is-here-on-happiness-is-homemade.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HAPPINESS IS HOMEMADE LINK PARTY</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/old-friends-sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-54/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://comedy-plus.com/awww-mondays-289/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">AWWW MONDAYS</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://familycorner.blogspot.com/2023/04/blog-365-94-happy-homemaker-monday.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HAPPY HOMEMAKER MONDAY</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.astrollthrulife.net/2023/04/03/677th-inspire-me-tuesday/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">INSPIRE ME TUESDAY</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2023/04/tuesdays-with-twist-blog-hop-519.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/04/easter-ideas-on-wonderful-wednesday.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/04/vintage-charm-party-383-and-march.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">VINTAGE CHARM PARTY</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/prayers-for-austin-homestead-blog-hop-439"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HOMESTEAD BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/04/spring-flowers-on-thursday-favorite.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">THURSDAY FAVORITE THINGS</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://frenchethereal.net/2023/04/05/share-your-style-383/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SHARE YOUR STYLE</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/2023/04/anything-goes-pink-saturday-april-8-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">PINK SATURDAY</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-22439235820836646232023-03-28T22:02:00.006+02:002023-04-22T20:52:09.906+02:00⊰ Victorian Spring and Easter Traditions ⊱<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-fCNgVEmJYqOpwtLr_i9X6JpnypInp8V6mDmrOJ02fXLm9LmgpXPK4IITdUlrSNzz27Kppc9hAeggbmR0KyNi-8p3kQNa6r-mZzkoSXaY27q-kIGiZjbxN_2uPLxwxFf0iT82tsJjCHwU3d4U0N-5pchcfgyD6FfyNOpkOGfEGPgG3Y1xuFEU4DgP/s534/My_little_old_world_Victorian_Spring_and_Easter_%20traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="369" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-fCNgVEmJYqOpwtLr_i9X6JpnypInp8V6mDmrOJ02fXLm9LmgpXPK4IITdUlrSNzz27Kppc9hAeggbmR0KyNi-8p3kQNa6r-mZzkoSXaY27q-kIGiZjbxN_2uPLxwxFf0iT82tsJjCHwU3d4U0N-5pchcfgyD6FfyNOpkOGfEGPgG3Y1xuFEU4DgP/s16000/My_little_old_world_Victorian_Spring_and_Easter_%20traditions.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">For much of History, Easter was a more festive day then Christmas and, as it happened for this last one's traditions we still preserve today, the Victorians brought us also the evolution of Easter celebrations. No season was so celebrated as Spring as a promise of rebirth. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Easter was just the beginning.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; text-align: left;">~ </span>FLOWERING SUNDAY MADE CEMETERY BECOME FESTIVE ZONES </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">To be more precise, it all begaun with Flowering Sunday. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">In southern Wales and nearby portions of England, Palm Sunday is called 'Sul y Blodau' ('Flowering Sunday') and it is traditional to decorate graves with flowers on that day, especially in the industrial towns and villages. Scholars Alan and Karen Jabbour have postulated that Flowering Sunday might be connected to Appalachian cemetery decoration traditions. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvt1JI6T3JRHxnuazN8nW24WDFLPoUlYV2ymxelDp6-H6dppqvKEq4XbNdHQS5gFIey7_-OqWd6XUXwHAPiE8SNRhav37zjVIgpSlXHCfXjSoPA4G1yLK3iMwDi-lQofDAK2eLV4rZWp2U1kGVQ9yChTsUq7TFyi7_ups15AuY4NQb8o8wnqSr4L5R/s456/456px-Gwisgo_Bedd_a_Blodau_-_Dressing_the_grave_with_flowers_-_by_Thomas_Onwyn_(1853).jpg" style="display: inline; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="345" data-original-width="456" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvt1JI6T3JRHxnuazN8nW24WDFLPoUlYV2ymxelDp6-H6dppqvKEq4XbNdHQS5gFIey7_-OqWd6XUXwHAPiE8SNRhav37zjVIgpSlXHCfXjSoPA4G1yLK3iMwDi-lQofDAK2eLV4rZWp2U1kGVQ9yChTsUq7TFyi7_ups15AuY4NQb8o8wnqSr4L5R/w526-h400/456px-Gwisgo_Bedd_a_Blodau_-_Dressing_the_grave_with_flowers_-_by_Thomas_Onwyn_(1853).jpg" width="526" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i>Dressing the grave with flowers</i> by Thomas Onwyn (1853)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia;">Welsh cemetery whitecleaning and decoration traditions may have begun as an Easter celebration or seasonal rite before becoming more commonly associated with Palm Sunday.</div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The Early Tourists in Wales website catalogues tourists’ comments about Wales from 18th and 19th century books, magazines, newspapers and elsewhere. According to Early Tourists in Wales, by the middle of the 19th century, Flowering Sunday attracted large crowds:<br />“The number of visitors reported to have visited the cemeteries were very large (10,000 to the new cemetery in Cardiff in 1879, 20,000 in 1889 and 50,000 in 1898; 25,000 to Swansea cemetery in 1906). There were problems with crowd control resulting in the need for extra police or the distribution of tickets only to those visiting relatives’ graves. The demand for flowers for this custom was so great that they were sent from London.”</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Cemeteries begun a place where to meet in and where to gather for a party or a Spring pic-nic.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">It might seem strange from our perch in the present to imagine cemeteries as a party site. But they offered a popular destination for picnics at a time before parks were created for urban populations. Pic-nics were very popular on holidays especially Easter or Easter Monday.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">~ </span></span>EASTER DECORATIONS </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">As for churches where people attended Easter services they would be decorated with flowers, as were homes. Women in particular would create lace and beadwork in floral designs in order to cover their tables and shelves and dressed their homes with wreats, branches of blossoming trees or bunches of flowers: they tended to be simple yet beautiful ones such as lilacs, lilies, pansies and tulips.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">~ </span></span>EASTER GREETING CARDS</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">~</span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">It was the very beginning of the Victorian age when Sir Rowland Hill created the Uniform Penny Post meaning: in fact </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">January 1840 marked the advent of the Uniform One Penny Postage Rate.</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Since then cards became a more economical way of staying in touch than ever, especially around Easter time.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj4RW5zFu1LCrpUAA0alTBYPeUGfDbbJEP7cIlcoLm23uvNcKyjuEYluAiS-_GOx6Fk27nwNTx0s19c6Kvy8fmghQUAFaUlYPEM6779YtwQIH4SP3PhuuR59c4PT8BxUiLYSUO4EAA4LFn208WW0kPLexoxyZsWIxnhMIw8L17IS_NX1NGaQHSTpKL/s760/My_little_old_world_Victorian_Easter_%20postcard.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="760" height="342" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj4RW5zFu1LCrpUAA0alTBYPeUGfDbbJEP7cIlcoLm23uvNcKyjuEYluAiS-_GOx6Fk27nwNTx0s19c6Kvy8fmghQUAFaUlYPEM6779YtwQIH4SP3PhuuR59c4PT8BxUiLYSUO4EAA4LFn208WW0kPLexoxyZsWIxnhMIw8L17IS_NX1NGaQHSTpKL/w518-h342/My_little_old_world_Victorian_Easter_%20postcard.png" width="518" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Greetings cards featuring symbolic images such as the cross or spring imagery such as lambs and bunnies were distributed. They tended to be printed on brightly coloured paper in order to emphasise the happy and lively nature of spring. People either bought the cards at a cheap price or made their own ones.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">~ </span></span>HAVING FUN WITH DYEING, ROLLING AND HUNTING FOR EGGS</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">~</span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;">Whilst eggs had always been distributed between people, chocolate eggs were properly introduced around the Victorian era. The famed chocolatier John Cadbury was already releasing them in 1842, but in 1875 in particular, his company released the Cadbury’s Creme Egg. </div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk2ppq5ucipHnaj8j6ZUW-fE8buv37VhjyA_NQ4ORM2JDd7-gCLk0Dv29exBw9esEDOh2WGuO82ldNFthX296I0YzQO9Rhznfwsubv6DdaXxw7YYfzpDOnYzOySrhWG5wfqmtQxF0wqOyLi4NU7oMulqyLPH5jZChybcF4Gn5n6ah2cxXx-zAi3hOW/s1200/An%20Easter%20Holiday,%20the%20Children%20of%20Bloomsbury%20Parochial%20School%20in%20a%20Wood%20at%20Watford%20by%20James%20Aumonier%20(1832%E2%80%931911),%201874.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="704" data-original-width="1200" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk2ppq5ucipHnaj8j6ZUW-fE8buv37VhjyA_NQ4ORM2JDd7-gCLk0Dv29exBw9esEDOh2WGuO82ldNFthX296I0YzQO9Rhznfwsubv6DdaXxw7YYfzpDOnYzOySrhWG5wfqmtQxF0wqOyLi4NU7oMulqyLPH5jZChybcF4Gn5n6ah2cxXx-zAi3hOW/w518-h304/An%20Easter%20Holiday,%20the%20Children%20of%20Bloomsbury%20Parochial%20School%20in%20a%20Wood%20at%20Watford%20by%20James%20Aumonier%20(1832%E2%80%931911),%201874.jpg" width="518" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i>An Easter Holiday, the Children of Bloomsbury Parochial School in a Wood at Watford</i> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">by James Aumonier, 1874</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;">The tradition of the Easter egg hunt and egg roll was introduced from Germany to England during the Victorian era. Children still hunt for colorful eggs, with the one with the most declared the winner, often going home with a prize. Egg rolling involves children rolling eggs down hillsides to see who can roll their egg the farthest. Eggs were often given up for Lent, so the eggs used in the hunt and rolling were eaten on Easter Sunday. </div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;">Of course, eggs had to be dyed days before: in order to make different colors eggs were boiled with leaves or onions. They got red ones by boiling them with onion skins and beetroot, gold with marigold flower, violet with mallow flower, and green with periwinkle leaves.</div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;">During the early Victorian age also cardboard eggs were often lined with bits of satin and contained little sweet treats. </div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 11pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">~ </span></span>EASTER BONNETS AND EASTER PARADE<span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 11pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">~</span></span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;"><div>The Easter parade as we know it today has its origin in the Victorian era, too. Victorians were devout, and after attending Easter services, were known to stroll through the streets showing off their spring finery. The tradition of the Easter bonnet, born during the Regency period, became very popular during this age. (<a href="https://sweetlydreamingofthepast.blogspot.com/2014/04/regency-easter-bonnets-and-vanity-fair.html">HERE</a> you may read <i>My little old world</i>'s post about it) </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJm3FNBr_gVfncXFpPiwJEC-WEMe8mlIjnZvnhAulu7QR0FjuPNg135trBmGGRZpIMyqF7um8RqUMHh7ZEidPTif_c345hrvfvo8sHu8wv09emJRHAjI3qx5jURHQeoE4-j-tKuEUcmD4U_AmsialgV7Si8-bsxWt3baERbHqU1I1bAua_101aRMN/s600/My-little_old_world_Easter_Bonnet_Lady_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJm3FNBr_gVfncXFpPiwJEC-WEMe8mlIjnZvnhAulu7QR0FjuPNg135trBmGGRZpIMyqF7um8RqUMHh7ZEidPTif_c345hrvfvo8sHu8wv09emJRHAjI3qx5jURHQeoE4-j-tKuEUcmD4U_AmsialgV7Si8-bsxWt3baERbHqU1I1bAua_101aRMN/s16000/My-little_old_world_Easter_Bonnet_Lady_.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>During Victorian times, a beau might give a pair of gloves to his sweetheart. If she wore them during the parade, it was considered an announcement of her acceptance of his proposal.</div><div>One of the biggest Easter parades takes place still today in New York City, where it has been part of the spring tradition for more than 100 years. Fifth Avenue from 49th to 57th Streets plays host from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. on Easter Sunday to the biggest stroll of finery, including some very fancy bonnets.</div><div><br /></div></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; text-align: left;">~ </span>EASTER MEAL <span style="font-size: 14.6667px; text-align: left;">~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Easter meals were also a popular Victorian tradition. As we have seen at the very beginning of this reading, Easter was for many centuries far more important than Christmas. And thus it was at table too. Chief among the food associated with it in Great Britain in the XIXth century were new season lamb, paired with vegetable dishes (<b>Pray, today let's pay respect to our lambs!</b>). Accompanying them were hot chocolate buns and Easter breads. Additionally, egg dishes were served so as to not waste eggs from the easter egg hunts. As for cakes, particular favourite of the Victorians was the SIMNEL CAKE, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2fWA11mE-RlLmys4MIOdntxDINwUe17rFIrEwr8P08LJMHPbJYjyEJFNNJfW43h_48alnNPRiHjORbL91PQqLnaTj_Kdn-xTrXdgawIQ5rzjTc6SjgmQQ3-HlQd_xMQ1kbl9QEUsfxttP5no3E5cdewmsqmEQry86ra8ef_lPo3mMP2EjunV2lU2F/s436/Simnel%20cake.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="436" data-original-width="336" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2fWA11mE-RlLmys4MIOdntxDINwUe17rFIrEwr8P08LJMHPbJYjyEJFNNJfW43h_48alnNPRiHjORbL91PQqLnaTj_Kdn-xTrXdgawIQ5rzjTc6SjgmQQ3-HlQd_xMQ1kbl9QEUsfxttP5no3E5cdewmsqmEQry86ra8ef_lPo3mMP2EjunV2lU2F/w397-h514/Simnel%20cake.png" width="397" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i>The Victorian Book of Cakes: Treasury of Recipes, techniques and decorations from the golden age of cake-making: a classic Victorian book reissued for the modern reader </i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">by Lewis, T. Percy; Bromley, A. G.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">a light fruit cake with eleven marzipan balls on top representing Jesus’ disciples (excluding Judas, who had infamously betrayed Jesus to the Romans).</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">By the way, we must say that in Avis' time it wasn't associated with Easter, but it was more a Mothering Sunday bake, being Mothering Sunday the fourth Sunday in Lent also named </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Refreshment Sunday of Lent, or Simnel Sunday – just after the cake. It was the day that children working away in service traditionally returned to their Mother Church and saw their families. Over the years Mothering Sunday has become a celebration of real mothers rather than the Mother Church, the largest church in the diocese. They were the Victorians who made of it the Easter Cake par excellence. Today Simnel Cake is enjoyed both on Easter Day and on Mothering Day.</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I'm leaving You with the best wishes for a serene remainder of your week</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">thanking You as usual for Your kindness and goodwill.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">See you soon </span><span style="text-align: left;">❤</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1k43pTOSAP6xpLo0rLkd45XboagtCv850LKxTdPQaA3HYPXjRu2nbBIxBtJ1kRhF2x9Qn1Dieo8cqo_fLmPyDHUptL7TYmsOh0914GMPtENM83HJK0RZty22Vacy4ZXj8YWXxxYzC27tY8H8Okp5HkZGLbqetEG560xRwQ6wkOtkcIX6F5cJf2DLH/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1k43pTOSAP6xpLo0rLkd45XboagtCv850LKxTdPQaA3HYPXjRu2nbBIxBtJ1kRhF2x9Qn1Dieo8cqo_fLmPyDHUptL7TYmsOh0914GMPtENM83HJK0RZty22Vacy4ZXj8YWXxxYzC27tY8H8Okp5HkZGLbqetEG560xRwQ6wkOtkcIX6F5cJf2DLH/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCv4LeDzqMm-Izp6ktBJXZtkkm9_vTg9qZIZc3xzP1t4CeOCMxjytvVwTrcn_9xAmxlRh3gyEQJC-NbvvJBe_xwYh4D6LoReVhV40kkWjWH75IvSszvCK3zbDAwprqf8Jfj6aeWTXU4YDt9tOJcncZ_0mEEtiiUNIoHBLCjmFJeKxrOBTJaEJvkmlR/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCv4LeDzqMm-Izp6ktBJXZtkkm9_vTg9qZIZc3xzP1t4CeOCMxjytvVwTrcn_9xAmxlRh3gyEQJC-NbvvJBe_xwYh4D6LoReVhV40kkWjWH75IvSszvCK3zbDAwprqf8Jfj6aeWTXU4YDt9tOJcncZ_0mEEtiiUNIoHBLCjmFJeKxrOBTJaEJvkmlR/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>⊰ Tradizioni vittoriane legate alla primavera e alla Pasqua</i></span></span><span style="color: #741b47; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>⊱</i></span></span><i style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: xx-large;"> </i></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">IMMAGINE DI COPERTINA - Da una cartolina pasquale tardo vittoriana</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><div style="font-family: georgia;">Per gran parte della storia la Pasqua è stata un giorno più festivo del Natale e, come è successo per le tradizioni di quest'ultimo che conserviamo ancora oggi, i vittoriani ci hanno portato anche l'evoluzione delle celebrazioni pasquali. Per loro nessuna stagione era celebrata come la primavera in quanto promessa di rinascita.</div><div style="font-family: georgia;">La Pasqua era solo l'inizio.</div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">~ LA <i>DOMENICA DELLA FIORITURA</i> TRASFORMAVA I CIMITERI IN ZONE DI FESTA ~</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Per essere più precisi, tutto cominciava con la Domenica della Fioritura. Nel Galles meridionale e nelle parti vicine dell'Inghilterra, la Domenica delle Palme è chiamata "Sul y Blodau" ("Domenica della fioritura") ed è tradizione decorare le tombe con fiori in quel giorno, specialmente nelle città e nei villaggi industriali. Gli studiosi Alan e Karen Jabbour hanno ipotizzato che la Domenica della Fioritura potrebbe essere collegata alle tradizioni di decorazione dei cimiteri tipica degli Appalachi.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">IMMAGINE 2 - <i style="text-align: center;">Dressing the g</i></span><i style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;">rave with flowers</i><span style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"> di Thomas Onwyn (1853)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div>Le tradizioni di pulitura e decorazione dei cimiteri gallesi potrebbero essere iniziate come celebrazione pasquale o rito stagionale prima di diventare più comunemente associate alla Domenica delle Palme.</div><div>Il sito web <i>Early Tourists in Wales</i> cataloga i commenti dei turisti sul Galles da libri, riviste, giornali del XVIII e XIX secolo. Secondo <i>Early Tourists in Wales</i>, verso la metà del XIX secolo, la Domenica della Fioritura attirava grandi folle:</div><div>“Il numero di visitatori che hanno riferito di aver visitato i cimiteri era molto elevato (10.000 nel nuovo cimitero di Cardiff nel 1879, 20.000 nel 1889 e 50.000 nel 1898; 25.000 nel cimitero di Swansea nel 1906). Ci sono stati problemi con il controllo della folla che hanno portato alla necessità di polizia extra o alla distribuzione di biglietti solo a coloro che visitavano le tombe dei parenti. La richiesta di fiori per questa usanza era così grande che venivano inviati da Londra.</div><div>I cimiteri sono diventati un luogo dove incontrarsi e dove riunirsi per una festa o un pic-nic primaverile.</div><div>Potrebbe sembrare strano dal nostro punto di vista oggi immaginare i cimiteri come un luogo di festa. Ma essi offrivano una destinazione popolare per i pic-nic in un'epoca precedente alla creazione di parchi per le popolazioni urbane. I pic-nic erano molto popolari nei giorni festivi, specialmente a Pasqua o Pasquetta.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> ~ LE DECORAZIONI PASQUALI ~</div><div><br /></div><div>Per quanto riguarda le chiese in cui le persone si recavano per le funzioni pasquali, esse venivano addobbate con fiori, così come lo erano le case. Le donne in particolare creavano pizzi e puntine con disegni floreali per coprire i loro tavoli e le loro mensole e vestivano le loro case con ghirlande, rami di alberi in fiore o mazzi di fiori: essi tendevano ad essere semplici ma, nella loro semplicità, belli come lillà, gigli, viole del pensiero e tulipani. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">~ I BIGLIETTINI AUGURALI ~</div><div><br /></div><div>Era proprio l'inizio dell'era vittoriana quando Sir Rowland Hill creò il significato di Uniform Penny Post: infatti il gennaio 1840 segnò l'avvento dell'Uniform One Penny Postage Rate. Da allora le carte sono diventate un modo più economico che mai per rimanere in contatto, soprattutto nel periodo pasquale.</div></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">IMMAGINE 3 - Cartolina pasquale vittoriana</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Venivano consegnati biglietti augurali con immagini simboliche come la croce o con immagini primaverili come agnelli e coniglietti. Essi erano generalmente stampati su carta dai colori vivaci per enfatizzare la natura felice e gioiosa della primavera. Le persone compravano le cartoline a un prezzo basso o ne creavano di proprie.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;">~ DIVERTIRSI TINGENDO, FACENDO ROTOLARE E CACCIANDO LE UOVA ~</div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia;">Mentre le uova sono sempre state distribuite tra le persone, quelle di cioccolato sono state propriamente introdotte in epoca vittoriana. Il famoso cioccolatiere John Cadbury le aveva già progettate nel 1842, ma fu nel 1875 in particolare, che la sua azienda mise in commercio le <i>Cadbury's Creme Egg</i>.</div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">IMMAGINE 4 - <i style="text-align: center;">An Easter Holiday, the Children of Bloomsbury Parochial School in a Wood at Watford</i><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;">by James Aumonier, 1874</span></span></div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><span><div style="font-family: georgia;">Le tradizioni della caccia alle uova di Pasqua e quella di farle rotolare lungo i pendii furono introdotte dalla Germania all'Inghilterra durante l'era vittoriana. I bambini vanno ancora a caccia di uova colorate, e quella che ne trova di più torna a casa vincitrice con un premio. Il rotolamento delle uova coinvolge i bambini che rotolano le uova lungo i declivi per vedere chi può rotolare il proprio uovo più lontano. Le uova venivano spesso non consumate durante la Quaresima, quindi le uova utilizzate nella caccia e nel rotolamento venivano mangiate la domenica di Pasqua.</div><div style="font-family: georgia;">Certo, le uova dovevano essere tinte giorni prima: per ottenere colori diversi le uova venivano bollite con foglie o cipolle. Se ne ottenevano di rosse facendole bollire con rezzole di cipolla e barbabietole, di dorate con fiori di calendula, di violette con fiori di malva e verdi con foglie di pervinca.</div><div style="font-family: georgia;">Durante la prima età vittoriana anche le uova di cartone erano spesso rivestite con pezzetti di raso e contenevano piccoli dolcetti.</div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"> ~ I CAPPELLINI DI PASQUA E LA PARATA PASQUALE ~</div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia;">Anche la parata pasquale come la conosciamo oggi ha origine nell'era vittoriana. I vittoriani erano persone molto devote e, dopo aver assistito alle funzioni pasquali, erano note per passeggiare per le strade sfoggiando i propri abiti primaverili. La tradizione del cappellino pasquale, nata durante il periodo <i>Regency</i>, divenne molto popolare proprio in questa epoca.</div><div style="font-family: georgia;">(<a href="https://sweetlydreamingofthepast.blogspot.com/2014/04/regency-easter-bonnets-and-vanity-fair.html">QUI</a> potete leggere il post che <i>My little old world </i>dedicò all'argomento).</div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">IMMAGINE 5 - Cartolina raffigurante una giovane Lady che sfoggia il suo cappellino di Pasqua ed il suo nuovo abito della festa</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Durante l'epoca vittoriana, un fidanzato poteva regalare un paio di guanti alla sua dolce metà. Se questa li indossava durante la sfilata, significava che accettava la sua proposta.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Una delle più grandi parate pasquali si svolge ancora oggi a New York City, dove fa parte della tradizione primaverile da oltre 100 anni. La Fifth Avenue dalla 49a alla 57a strada ospita dalle 10:00 alle 16:00 la domenica di Pasqua la più grande passeggiata di raffinatezza, comprese alcuni cappellini molto fantasiosi.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">~ IL PRANZO DI PASQUA ~</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Anche i pasti pasquali erano una popolare tradizione vittoriana. Come abbiamo visto proprio all'inizio di questa lettura, la Pasqua è stata per molti secoli molto più importante del Natale. E così lo era anche a tavola. Il primo tra i cibi ad essa associati in Gran Bretagna nel XIX secolo era l'agnello di nuova stagione, abbinato a piatti di verdure (<b>Vi prego, rispettiamo i nostri</b> <b>agnelli oggi!</b>). Ad accompagnarli c'erano focacce al cioccolato caldo e pani pasquali. Inoltre, venivano serviti piatti a base di uova per non sprecare le uova della caccia alle uova di Pasqua. Per quanto riguarda le torte, particolarmente apprezzata dai vittoriani era la SIMNEL CAKE,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">IMMAGINE 6 - La SIMNEL CAKE tratta da <i style="text-align: center;">The Victorian Book of Cakes: Treasury of Recipes, techniques and decorations from the golden age of cake-making: a classic Victorian book reissued for the modern reader </i><span style="text-align: center;">di</span><span style="text-align: center;"> Lewis, T. Percy; Bromley, A. G.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">una torta leggera alla frutta con undici palline di marzapane in cima che rappresentano i discepoli di Gesù (escluso Giuda, che lo aveva infamemente tradito consegnandolo ai romani).</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">A proposito, dobbiamo dire che ai tempi degli avi essa non era associata alla Pasqua, ma era più un dolce della Domenica della Madre, essendo la Domenica della Madre la quarta domenica di Quaresima chiamata anche Domenica del Ristoro di Quaresima, o Domenica di Simnel – nome mutuato dalla torta, appunto. Era il giorno in cui i bambini che lavoravano lontano da casa tornavano tradizionalmente alla loro Chiesa Madre e vedevano le loro famiglie. Negli anni la Domenica della Madre è diventata una festa delle vere madri piuttosto che della Chiesa Madre, la chiesa più grande della diocesi. Furono i vittoriani a farne il dolce pasquale per eccellenza. Oggi la SIMNEL CAKE si gusta sia il giorno di Pasqua che il giorno della Festa della Mamma.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Vi lascio con i migliori auguri per un sereno prosieguo di settimana,</span></span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ringraziandoVi come sempre </span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">per la Vostra gentilezza e benevolenza.</span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A presto </span><span style="text-align: left;">❤</span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQDuTUnrPRZmsgveKvRfVmVlkOUzKryZMlP_y1qjTKCNG5NjcrjHCCIDQIww__RgBkjIIpGXkwCBuk98ZtZnPp6z7Lh9Qon_DLTVWi4uvJ5SVdUhgwiAmb2GkEMHOO7IjxR8GnqzuDJEpSNAlcVHXJEyq9I9oDtypWNrxzllAAaIPPMYpKUiLBCU_/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQDuTUnrPRZmsgveKvRfVmVlkOUzKryZMlP_y1qjTKCNG5NjcrjHCCIDQIww__RgBkjIIpGXkwCBuk98ZtZnPp6z7Lh9Qon_DLTVWi4uvJ5SVdUhgwiAmb2GkEMHOO7IjxR8GnqzuDJEpSNAlcVHXJEyq9I9oDtypWNrxzllAAaIPPMYpKUiLBCU_/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: 53.3333px; text-align: -webkit-center;">Dany</span></span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVBGeclNeYu8RDNunPQcQksXmcWlmY8jNI51zahYRS2XQEPN53XljywoLKnFA9knYdmo1YN16vxKtshDPK0JRE72lwQn4j2-2-LtP-zp9w7V_u-FyiFKtBWw8PzQIDOTCP-uYGKEFtouM1k_1HQS2PHvZwHyfu8u0cPywMN20hCPbnxzKYqDhOeeeU/s281/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="254" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVBGeclNeYu8RDNunPQcQksXmcWlmY8jNI51zahYRS2XQEPN53XljywoLKnFA9knYdmo1YN16vxKtshDPK0JRE72lwQn4j2-2-LtP-zp9w7V_u-FyiFKtBWw8PzQIDOTCP-uYGKEFtouM1k_1HQS2PHvZwHyfu8u0cPywMN20hCPbnxzKYqDhOeeeU/s1600/My_Little_Old_World_see_you_soon.png" width="254" /></a></div><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;"><b>LINKING WITH:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/03/vintage-charm-party-382.html"><br /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/03/vintage-charm-party-382.html">VINTAGE CHARM PARTY</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/old-friends-sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-54/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2023/04/tuesdays-with-twist-blog-hop-519.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/04/spring-flowers-on-thursday-favorite.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">THURSDAY FAVORITE THINGS</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/2023/04/anything-goes-pink-saturday-april-8-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">PINK SATURDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div></span></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-71854804950173992592023-03-22T21:59:00.007+01:002023-05-09T17:58:15.800+02:00Boxing with Byron<p><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9DV5UWpGEWcDVI3uT8hVnR7z-Q1hewfoIv3k4OtbhQmjz5MNpZGcVASTst3MvTkLv0WUJbyqf-Yek6Tm_A-z9isXQA2swbORP-j5fyYdWSfV2GI-5K3YUkSCpfPxeyzXMXuU4MdmlqqFjX3K8pYi1qm_u5_I70Y2WMzj3t1NyXyT8d2O2Aa1PWxGV/s580/Lord%20Byron%20Sparring%20with%20John%20Jackson-Lord%20George%20Byron%20Boxing%20with%20John%20Jackson%20at%20his%20academy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="580" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9DV5UWpGEWcDVI3uT8hVnR7z-Q1hewfoIv3k4OtbhQmjz5MNpZGcVASTst3MvTkLv0WUJbyqf-Yek6Tm_A-z9isXQA2swbORP-j5fyYdWSfV2GI-5K3YUkSCpfPxeyzXMXuU4MdmlqqFjX3K8pYi1qm_u5_I70Y2WMzj3t1NyXyT8d2O2Aa1PWxGV/w515-h285/Lord%20Byron%20Sparring%20with%20John%20Jackson-Lord%20George%20Byron%20Boxing%20with%20John%20Jackson%20at%20his%20academy.png" width="515" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">LORD BYRON SPARRING WITH JOE "GENTLEMAN" JACKSON</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">How many things did Lord George Byron do in his, albeit short, life?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">We have met him several times during our walks through History and we can say, without any doubt, that he really did many things, apparently different and almost conflicting with each other. Byron was a poet, playwright, adventurer, wanderer, Dandy, Bohemian, revolutionary... But few people know that Byron also embarked on the path of boxing. His was the great era of the boxer when they still fought down the streets and the prize was in money. The fights took place with bare fists and often lasted for hours. They consisted of a single round that ended only when one of the two boxers was rejected or thrown to the ground! </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">In those years the boxer John Jackson – commonly known as “Gentleman” Jackson – was almost as famous as the Duke of Wellington. He was Champion of England from 1795 to 1803, then, after his retirement, he began to train students athletically, including, precisely, the young Byron. Indeed, many noble young men took lessons from Jackson at his school on London's Bond Street. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1g9vqq-c8UImIgth6rXTJCMCWd20ATs0I5tYt_0M-NAPCwRtZuILvF0CviC_4v1p05hae969NCsndOX2CLGFut4YJB-B_ceO9azI4-jAgrHOE0mqqzslTuM8C7-R7KRN9-AZS3eKloaQFfoeGJQY-i2jilUMGmE9oO-3lKc-V8zsncFu7ajZzJnQb/s600/John-Jackson.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1g9vqq-c8UImIgth6rXTJCMCWd20ATs0I5tYt_0M-NAPCwRtZuILvF0CviC_4v1p05hae969NCsndOX2CLGFut4YJB-B_ceO9azI4-jAgrHOE0mqqzslTuM8C7-R7KRN9-AZS3eKloaQFfoeGJQY-i2jilUMGmE9oO-3lKc-V8zsncFu7ajZzJnQb/s16000/John-Jackson.png" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">"<i>To day I have been very sulky – but an hour’s exercise with Mr. Jackson of pugilistic memory – has given me spirits & fatigued me into that state of languid laziness which I prefer to all other.</i>" (</span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Lord Byron, letter 8th April 1814)</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">The "<i>exercise</i>" referred to is boxing training, called "sparring". The fascination that boxing exercised on Byron was not short-lived, it lasted lots of years.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">It sounds almost incredible that a man, first of all devoted to the intellectual life, considered such a rough sport prestigious: actually he saw the fatigue, the effort in a positive way, he ascribed to it the ability to "purge" physical and mental impurities. So it was worth leading a debauched life as a few hours of hard exercise at John Jackson's gym would put his body and spirit anew!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">He was thus the Byron "man of the world" who loved the noble art of boxing.<br /></span><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Sports reporter Pierce Egan, editor of <i>Boxiana</i> magazine, among other things, who followed London sports and Byron's ardent admirer wrote:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">"<i>His Lordship of him always entered into the spirit of the thing, as into his poetry; – regarded boxing as a national proclivity – a stimulus to true courage… In putting a… he received coolly from his opponent, and returned to his opponent with all the vigor and assurance of a master of the art.</i>" <i>(Book of Sports</i>)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Throwing oneself "<i>into the spirit of the thing</i>" is the cardinal element here, the hard training affording Byron a physical and psychological outlet: Byron's absorption in vigorous exercise may simply have been an attempt to reconcile his conscience for the behavior not entirely blameless past and present. Meanwhile he continued to record in his diary:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">"<i>The more violent the fatigue, the better my mood will be for the rest of the day; and then my evenings have that calm nothing of languor, which delights me most.</i>"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Uxsx3SbmsKgo8y53SBN5ha2TXU6ROQulAFgTwslpmIUlSg7wEJh8v47oW81wrFwhgJbCIeDCmb6GBC0uUHM1RneYzLIcAc-KgsXNe3zI6tzNNNNnSFGZuIUImwq2d6OXKVrFmKvcOa_aiZm057RFjmZycVPc3DpBz4QUcjpc1C1cKJD4ILrP9qPh/s512/Bare%20knuckle%20fight%20in%20the%20street%20at%20the%20age%20of%20George%20Byron.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="402" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Uxsx3SbmsKgo8y53SBN5ha2TXU6ROQulAFgTwslpmIUlSg7wEJh8v47oW81wrFwhgJbCIeDCmb6GBC0uUHM1RneYzLIcAc-KgsXNe3zI6tzNNNNnSFGZuIUImwq2d6OXKVrFmKvcOa_aiZm057RFjmZycVPc3DpBz4QUcjpc1C1cKJD4ILrP9qPh/s16000/Bare%20knuckle%20fight%20in%20the%20street%20at%20the%20age%20of%20George%20Byron.jpg" /></a></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">BARE-KNUCKLE BOXING DOWN THE STREETS AS IT WAS USUAL DURING BYRONS' LIFE</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"> </div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">It was really a matter of discipline versus dissipation. Basically, it was useful to fend off boredom. </span></span><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Boxing effort induced fatigue and, for Byron, this constituted a high state of physical health and psychological consciousness.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">And after revealing this little curiosity about Byron's life, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">I'm sending my dearest hug to you all.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">See you soon </span><span style="text-align: left;">❤</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzRO4ZwRp4c0ZzAGjlBH5Gm09N-wDy2nWmgFdo7JZxga_uhHl45_GVbp9JzaXRh8_sjsNpXmIiMczbHFFHy92AMq67V6y8RSIYCiaykm5gwa_jtLcSejs818yBwPCEwcFqQ8L8JDyyBod_q2PcnvHW0brX6f09ygBQBvrmOfkV0geoed9j0uIXPx27/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzRO4ZwRp4c0ZzAGjlBH5Gm09N-wDy2nWmgFdo7JZxga_uhHl45_GVbp9JzaXRh8_sjsNpXmIiMczbHFFHy92AMq67V6y8RSIYCiaykm5gwa_jtLcSejs818yBwPCEwcFqQ8L8JDyyBod_q2PcnvHW0brX6f09ygBQBvrmOfkV0geoed9j0uIXPx27/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCc5AWX-OzdT6RLAf5R0XhYhk22SpJZnS6g2eiQQJuiUWnbeHJ0BL-eq4PwMyYbDIX6jp9BCJap3PETO2NA8xM56SyXeWMgSytrzgtHL5IdFa4_zoLy0kMAxA8_kStRrPIGMxnUMSLgAPaTherfs9ag9jRL1zHRakTFf2Jsu_m8Iy0OoNmDQQx5GM/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCc5AWX-OzdT6RLAf5R0XhYhk22SpJZnS6g2eiQQJuiUWnbeHJ0BL-eq4PwMyYbDIX6jp9BCJap3PETO2NA8xM56SyXeWMgSytrzgtHL5IdFa4_zoLy0kMAxA8_kStRrPIGMxnUMSLgAPaTherfs9ag9jRL1zHRakTFf2Jsu_m8Iy0OoNmDQQx5GM/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>Fare a pugni con Byron</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span>IMMAGINE DI COPERTINA - </span><span style="text-align: center;">LORD BYRON MENTRE SI ALLENA A PUGILATO CON JOE "GENTLEMAN" JACKSON</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Quante cose ha fatto nella sua, seppur breve, vita George Byron?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Più volte lo abbiamo incontrato durante le nostre passeggiate nella Storia e possiamo dire, senza dubbio, che ne fece davvero molte, apparentemente differenti e quasi contrastanti tra loro. Byron fu poeta, drammaturgo, avventuriero, girovago, Dandy, Bohémien, rivoluzionario… Ma pochi sanno che da ragazzo Byron intraprese anche la strada del pugilato. La sua era la grande era del pugile quando ancora si combatteva per le strade ed il premio era in denaro. I combattimenti si svolgevano a pugni nudi e spesso duravano per ore. Erano composti da un unico round che terminava solo quando uno dei due pugili veniva respinto o scagliato a terra! In quegli anni il pugile John Jackson – conosciuto comunemente come “Gentleman” Jackson– era famoso quasi quanto il duca di Wellington. Fu Campione d'Inghilterra dal 1795 al 1803, poi, dopo il suo ritiro, iniziò a preparare atleticamente allievi, tra cui, appunto, il giovane Byron. In effetti, molti giovani nobili presero lezioni da Jackson nella sua scuola di Bond Street a Londra. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">IMMAGINE 2 - IL PUGILE JOHN JACKSON</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">"<i>Oggi sono stato molto imbronciato - ma un'ora di esercizio con il signor Jackson di memoria pugilistica - mi ha dato allegria e mi ha affaticato al punto da gettarmi in quello stato di languida pigrizia che preferisco a tutti gli altri.</i>" (</span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Lord Byron, lettera dell'8 aprile 1814)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">L' <i>esercizio</i> a cui si fa riferimento è l’allenamento pugilistico. Il fascino che il pugilato esercitò su Byron non fu di breve durata, si protrasse per numerosi anni.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Sembra quasi incredibile che un uomo, dedito innanzitutto alla vita intellettuale, considerasse prestigioso uno sport così rude: egli in realtà vedeva la fatica in modo positivo, le ascriveva la facoltà di “purgare” le impurità fisiche e mentali. Quindi valeva la pena condurre una vita dissoluta, tanto qualche ora di duro esercizio fisico presso la palestra di John Jackson avrebbe rimesso il suo fisico ed il suo spirito a nuovo!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Era quindi il Byron "uomo di mondo" che amava la nobile arte del pugilato.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Il cronista sportivo Pierce Egan, curatore tra l'altro della rivista <i>Boxiana</i>, che seguiva gli sport londinesi, e acceso ammiratore di Byron, scriverà:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">"<i>Sua Signoria entrava sempre nello spirito della cosa, come nella sua poesia; – considerava la boxe una propensione nazionale – uno stimolo al vero coraggio… Nel mettere a… riceveva con freddezza dal suo avversario, e tornava sul suo avversario con tutto il vigore e la sicurezza di un maestro dell'arte.</i>"(<i>Book of Sports</i>)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Gettarsi "<i>nello spirito della cosa</i>" è l'elemento cardine qui, il duro allenamento offre a Byron uno sfogo fisico e psicologico: l'assorbimento di Byron in un esercizio vigoroso potrebbe essere stato semplicemente un tentativo di riconciliare la sua coscienza per il comportamento non del tutto irreprensibile passato e in corso. Intanto continuava a registrare nel suo diario:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">"<i>Più violenta è la fatica, migliore sarà il mio umore per il resto della giornata; e poi le mie sere hanno quel calmo nulla di languore, che più mi diletta.</i>" </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span>IMMAGINE 3 - ALL'EPOCA IN CUI VISSE BYRON ERA CONSUETUDINE PRATICARE IL PUGILATO PER LE STRADE E A PUGNI NUDI</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Era davvero una questione di disciplina contro la dissipazione. Fondamentalmente, era utile per respingere la noia. </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Lo sforzo pugilistico induceva affaticamento e, per Byron, ciò costituiva un elevato stato di salute fisica e di coscienza psicologica.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">E dopo avervi rivelato questa piccola curiosità sulla vita di Byron, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">Invio il mio più caloroso abbraccio a tutti Voi!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">A presto </span><span style="text-align: left;">❤</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3x-_Wa_c3hjqT2C5S1AYm_6c40SKV0TNvsI5nPfdUYXg2cZ_nYf7brbMqAlxg6YFrzyFsKOOLKXto0rtePjWRRlFl8LDCmBe37WDLo_zA_tyRv4Y1x0qlzCGTTKVpoCWMd39eXYGjgAqzwFAiLi1OnzRRrxmY_Wa_I5RHf-HxA11uaxk1pUIBCxEY/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3x-_Wa_c3hjqT2C5S1AYm_6c40SKV0TNvsI5nPfdUYXg2cZ_nYf7brbMqAlxg6YFrzyFsKOOLKXto0rtePjWRRlFl8LDCmBe37WDLo_zA_tyRv4Y1x0qlzCGTTKVpoCWMd39eXYGjgAqzwFAiLi1OnzRRrxmY_Wa_I5RHf-HxA11uaxk1pUIBCxEY/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFK4UddD7T5tIb-BQ10zE_YaBc-T3lK3xVLwn1K9126eOr66y5zw6ujKn8v_uCO2QkebYZ_29anq-aKwee-GrCc1OTiFSfiUulUnqSoz4B2hZQSVkViPII0i7UmHr1dyAlzfcmRNch5wSGV7_HMAEXiqjl1Thxi74HYmLy06qo-RFE9B8_wYMr0cPJ/s108/temp.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="91" data-original-width="108" height="91" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFK4UddD7T5tIb-BQ10zE_YaBc-T3lK3xVLwn1K9126eOr66y5zw6ujKn8v_uCO2QkebYZ_29anq-aKwee-GrCc1OTiFSfiUulUnqSoz4B2hZQSVkViPII0i7UmHr1dyAlzfcmRNch5wSGV7_HMAEXiqjl1Thxi74HYmLy06qo-RFE9B8_wYMr0cPJ/s1600/temp.png" width="108" /></a></div><br /><span style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;"><b>LINKING TO:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;"><a href="https://comedy-plus.com/awww-mondays-288/">AWWW MONDAYS</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.stonecottageadventures.com/2023/05/tuesdays-with-twist-524-lets-party.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">PINK SATURDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-14263413001026075122023-03-16T21:55:00.014+01:002023-05-18T10:13:45.299+02:00Irish linen and Victorian "spinsters"<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Today I'd love to celebrate St. Patrick's Day with you by recalling a tradition linked to the precious "Emerald Isle", as Ireland is commonly called in English, since its hills boast countless shades of green.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8CaY0zekCNnIfyZmdL8V11Hc5FiCsnKngHXQCf-aWOoNA71ImEaf6BsKsadRm8MElTdb4G9wYSWjR40mY5Qx1Uxg2iGdIjAPbUJCDP0X8L51nSCot_Bm9WS-3LpmHg1x1mduLrDypY4M5FlHeJXPG0JH8DlexhKpSXJ-9fHrI3MLAw_HmpVRrYPn/s1024/Giovanni_Battista_Torriglia_-_At_the_Spinning_Wheel_-_(MeisterDrucke-892020).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1024" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8CaY0zekCNnIfyZmdL8V11Hc5FiCsnKngHXQCf-aWOoNA71ImEaf6BsKsadRm8MElTdb4G9wYSWjR40mY5Qx1Uxg2iGdIjAPbUJCDP0X8L51nSCot_Bm9WS-3LpmHg1x1mduLrDypY4M5FlHeJXPG0JH8DlexhKpSXJ-9fHrI3MLAw_HmpVRrYPn/w525-h350/Giovanni_Battista_Torriglia_-_At_the_Spinning_Wheel_-_(MeisterDrucke-892020).jpg" width="525" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Giovanni Battista Torriglia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">(Genoa, 1857-1937)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i>La ruota dell'arcolaio</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i><br /></i></span></div><br /><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">First of all, I would like to clarify the use of the word </span><i style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">SPINSTER</i><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"> in order to avoid any kind of misunderstanding, due to the derogatory connotation it has assumed over time. Literally, SPINSTER is a woman who drives the spinning wheel, a </span><i style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">WHEEL SPINNER WOMAN.</i><br /><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">The term </span><i style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">SPINSTER </i><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">was later used to define a woman who was unmarried or advanced in age - again in the context of the time - and who had no expectations of marrying. Over time it became an offensive and even abusive term, meaning a middle-aged or elderly woman, unmarried and with a harsh or sad character, depending on the circumstances in which she was presented.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Having clarified the meaning of this word, </span><i style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">My little old world</i><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"> dedicates St. Patrick's Day to all Irish women who were the promoters of an artisan craft that has survived over the centuries, leaving examples of minor but no less beautiful or less precious artistic manifestations.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq1BjJgYyI9iqbdia0D-PGOY0BOPFbFqFkzQAya1m11C9PQLSAHLHMjaL_L-3BWY9dOt_Xe4ghniXrEhrmyndE3PdEEnv_KBphyczyoTEK_8MBEv_-vs_HjwNqKNqIk8p-VRWE2Y4EJuFdH6qoidx-g1PY6IwZX9zKAyIUw7fW99_MFMrOm1gxgu1w/s1589/Giovanni%20Battista%20Torriglia,%20La%20filatrivce%20o%20La%20ruota%20che%20gira.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1156" data-original-width="1589" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq1BjJgYyI9iqbdia0D-PGOY0BOPFbFqFkzQAya1m11C9PQLSAHLHMjaL_L-3BWY9dOt_Xe4ghniXrEhrmyndE3PdEEnv_KBphyczyoTEK_8MBEv_-vs_HjwNqKNqIk8p-VRWE2Y4EJuFdH6qoidx-g1PY6IwZX9zKAyIUw7fW99_MFMrOm1gxgu1w/w523-h381/Giovanni%20Battista%20Torriglia,%20La%20filatrivce%20o%20La%20ruota%20che%20gira.jpg" width="523" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Giovanni Battista Torriglia</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">(Genoa, 1857-1937)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i>La filatrice o La ruota che gira</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">In the 19th century, at the height of the textile industry, the nobility and the middle class required high-quality fabrics to make their clothes and household goods. The flax plant provided one of the most appreciated fabrics, not only for its softness and resistance but also for its great versatility.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Ireland, especially in its northernmost part, made the cultivation and processing of flax the basis on which it founded its economy, becoming one of the largest producers of the plant worldwide, as well as the main supplier of European countries. The production of flax became the livelihood of entire countries which depended almost entirely on its cultivation and processing. The entire family worked in the flax industry, including the children who brought home wages to add to the family income.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">One of the successes of Irish linen lay in the skill of the <i>SPINSTERS</i>, the weavers who handled the linen on distaffs or spindles.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">The distaff was a wheel in which the fibers were spun to separate them as finely as possible, while the spindle was a straight stalk, usually made of wood or bone which had, on top, a spherical object made to hold the thread.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiao55vPFwlwiEB6Bb9ZgbJZ0on89sf1TNz0g5F3y5LTpIRP7iK71bIDOlckd1Bttmzhee6THdCku8BPOt0ITlkdw2qdyrEeB84thGdqSfq33fZkD_0XDyqci0KAZMpqEO74nd4ZeqXUbTE9aoubT5j2ityMNNqZVmsgGFs4fQlscSvv_j2iJLneoTZ/s615/woman-at-spinning-wheel.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="615" data-original-width="496" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiao55vPFwlwiEB6Bb9ZgbJZ0on89sf1TNz0g5F3y5LTpIRP7iK71bIDOlckd1Bttmzhee6THdCku8BPOt0ITlkdw2qdyrEeB84thGdqSfq33fZkD_0XDyqci0KAZMpqEO74nd4ZeqXUbTE9aoubT5j2ityMNNqZVmsgGFs4fQlscSvv_j2iJLneoTZ/s16000/woman-at-spinning-wheel.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Platt Powell Ryder </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">(America, 1821–1896)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i>Woman At Spinning Wheel</i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><div>Many spindles had a hook or groove, like that of a sewing needle, to guide the fibers of the flax.</div></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">The work of the <i>SPINNERS</i> was distinguished by the way they spun the flax fibers into very fine threads, which were then woven on looms, giving the resulting linen fabrics for use in the garment industry. Thus the first factories were born. But, although entire families dedicated themselves to this task, the work was not sufficient to satisfy the demand and, moreover, it made the product more expensive, since it took a long time to reach the textile industries. For this entrepreneurs devised a production formula that became very popular in the XIXth century.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">They encouraged families to have their own fields, to harvest flax, to spin and weave it on their own looms. Once the linen was woven, entrepreneurs bought it from families and then worked it and sold it to clothing companies. Since Irish families did not have enough money to buy the machinery, the looms were supplied free of charge, even if always under the supervision of the entrepreneurs, to verify their correct use and what was produced was sold to them entirely.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHdgFr-_oiYaAa6Op28UDILjg-Mr_WETuZCidu8_ZEwUGP8suHlhngbVgQgNv6D1QMjyMjfIPjeZzT8_Uyg7gNPxNTtKa5mJNLBKkbL4EEXaMu0KtdZ1DwfZj_OjCpz8-ZHGciExUMgMta2kAaS9n-MHGEizs1TYVImgg1Kr7lOhAlr3RomYjxnOGw/s776/Gustave_Courbet_-_The_Sleeping_Spinner_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="776" height="403" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHdgFr-_oiYaAa6Op28UDILjg-Mr_WETuZCidu8_ZEwUGP8suHlhngbVgQgNv6D1QMjyMjfIPjeZzT8_Uyg7gNPxNTtKa5mJNLBKkbL4EEXaMu0KtdZ1DwfZj_OjCpz8-ZHGciExUMgMta2kAaS9n-MHGEizs1TYVImgg1Kr7lOhAlr3RomYjxnOGw/w522-h403/Gustave_Courbet_-_The_Sleeping_Spinner_.jpg" width="522" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Gustave Courbet </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">(France, 1819 –1877)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">The Sleeping Spinner</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><div>The business was so profitable that the<i> SPINSTERS</i> soon began hiring girls as apprentices in order to be able to produce more items and faster without deteriorating the quality of the yarn, as a direct weaving variety of linen began to circulate, without prior hand spinning. This mechanization achieved higher production but also thicker and coarser fibers which lowered the price of the fabric.</div><div>Victorian bed or table linen made from Irish linen, usually embellished with embroidery or brocade, was considered a paragon of exquisite taste and luxury for their spinwork and softness to the touch. A high-status Victorian family always adorned their table with an Irish-sourced tablecloth or adorned their bedside tables and chests of drawers with Irish linen doilies.</div></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">The art of <i>SPINSTERS</i> became so popular during the Victorian era that even Queen Victoria herself had her own spinning wheel and she did not hesitate to have a picture taken of her doing such household chores.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4aqRXo6xry3Q_vCLYJXW_HgVBWAG-ZEYuDlYp7Rg9ZmCSsA-86jPxnxNpICYTmdQ2pOi9eZpd9mG4NKUFa5_-FpnxQNEOzp7o55Kky5R_SzZ3ZAn_LZq16IcdkSQWTSNJAgIwN0NXhHtosFE0ksdaGEFTUKNge40rIxTj6RljLX5mrX1IsYFMu7cB/s520/v1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="520" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4aqRXo6xry3Q_vCLYJXW_HgVBWAG-ZEYuDlYp7Rg9ZmCSsA-86jPxnxNpICYTmdQ2pOi9eZpd9mG4NKUFa5_-FpnxQNEOzp7o55Kky5R_SzZ3ZAn_LZq16IcdkSQWTSNJAgIwN0NXhHtosFE0ksdaGEFTUKNge40rIxTj6RljLX5mrX1IsYFMu7cB/s16000/v1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Queen Victoria at the spinning wheel</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Over time the work of<i> SPINSTERS</i> lost in competitiveness compared to mechanized work and mass production, whose production costs were lower. The arrival of linen from countries where wages were much lower made access to linen products cheaper and more democratised, to the detriment of their quality. The fields and mills were abandoned and families devoted themselves to jobs that were economically much more profitable and less labour-intensive. Fortunately this art has not been lost, but has been relegated to the concept of traditional craftsmanship.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Even today, in fact, the Irish Linen seal of quality continues to represent the prestige of a product of excellence.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzKfPlNjUOxvfsPKIcAW5WPrFx_PLZ3xqIKvXiIEa3dpMHaxZ_LEMT2gZgW2w6XTF44JeE6YQSVJ5FG1TeUzyRMEqNlKteok0Jh0HFWwRng6kc3KU61YKMcmKS6982DVHHJFs2wYwgHAK7n6Nf17id1wmegQ9OYP8LsiD14cYo8haTJ_rgPCjh80q/s1024/Carl%20Reichter%20(Austrian,%201836-1918)%20Kittens%20on%20a%20Spinning%20Wheel,.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="839" height="647" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzKfPlNjUOxvfsPKIcAW5WPrFx_PLZ3xqIKvXiIEa3dpMHaxZ_LEMT2gZgW2w6XTF44JeE6YQSVJ5FG1TeUzyRMEqNlKteok0Jh0HFWwRng6kc3KU61YKMcmKS6982DVHHJFs2wYwgHAK7n6Nf17id1wmegQ9OYP8LsiD14cYo8haTJ_rgPCjh80q/w530-h647/Carl%20Reichter%20(Austrian,%201836-1918)%20Kittens%20on%20a%20Spinning%20Wheel,.jpg" width="530" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Carl Reichter </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">(Austria, 1836-1918) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i>Kittens on a Spinning Wheel</i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">In the hope You've enjoyed with gladness </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">the time we spent together today, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I'm sending much love to You all.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Happy St. Patrick's Day and</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">see you soon ❤</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBA_Lf1krEs6Wz8TXhFbEMDu7yfzhDMiM4DcAkaufX1NlOS-uNg77KQWSr2vlh-OysJofzi7NcMV30m9doZ-B9B_y8pf8olvhx361lNWWLJCdnan9bBKRaYzhC0D7Akm_XwJCVGNNl2LzpL1YqjTGYsVWrdXQtZUPOTXPTFYuxS7rbLmfSgxQhXzve/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBA_Lf1krEs6Wz8TXhFbEMDu7yfzhDMiM4DcAkaufX1NlOS-uNg77KQWSr2vlh-OysJofzi7NcMV30m9doZ-B9B_y8pf8olvhx361lNWWLJCdnan9bBKRaYzhC0D7Akm_XwJCVGNNl2LzpL1YqjTGYsVWrdXQtZUPOTXPTFYuxS7rbLmfSgxQhXzve/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9rovzZxaaz2GvJNoZ4GENUvSI4nyijztyuPJU98ThADus1_tp6PAJHlXMqrwWyg_sg9gGvOHy1ocGDVjqdaQpXq2BfceP_5WgYzE1DW277B2ZpbDcx0_dRdBDCopQYYoZ4X6kO0GjUkvGU5cuzKPAY_3SD59tjaZpYgDAZWDWKisyA68A2UFgeZFo/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9rovzZxaaz2GvJNoZ4GENUvSI4nyijztyuPJU98ThADus1_tp6PAJHlXMqrwWyg_sg9gGvOHy1ocGDVjqdaQpXq2BfceP_5WgYzE1DW277B2ZpbDcx0_dRdBDCopQYYoZ4X6kO0GjUkvGU5cuzKPAY_3SD59tjaZpYgDAZWDWKisyA68A2UFgeZFo/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>Il lino irlandese e le "spinsters" vittoriane </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Mi piacerebbe oggi con voi celebrare il giorno di San Patrizio ricordando una tradizione legata alla preziosa "Isola di smeraldo", come viene chiamata comunemente in inglese quella dell'Irlanda, poiché le sue colline vantano innumerevoli tonalità di verde.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">IMMAGINE 1 - <span style="text-align: center;">Giovanni Battista Torriglia </span><span style="text-align: center;">(Genova, 1857-1937) </span><i style="text-align: center;">La ruota dell'arcolaio</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Innanzitutto tengo a chiarire l'uso del termine <i>SPINSTER</i> che attualmente viene tradotto con "zitella", al fine di evitare qualsiasi tipo di fraintendimento dovuto alla connotazione dispregiativa che nel tempo la parola ha assunto. Letteralmente <i>SPINSTER</i> è una donna che guida la ruota che gira, una<i>WHEEL SPINNER WOMAN</i>, e la ruota qui è quella del filatoio o del telaio. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Il termine <i>SPINSTER</i> fu poi utilizzato per definire una donna non sposata o che era in età avanzata - sempre nel contesto dell'epoca - e priva di aspettative di accasarsi. Con il tempo divenne un termine offensivo e persino ingiurioso, poiché con esso si indicava una donna di mezza età o anziana, non maritata e dal carattere acido o triste, a seconda delle circostanze in cui veniva descritta.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Chiarito il termine <i>My little old world </i>dedica il giorno di San Patrizio a tutte le donne irlandesi che furono le promotrici di un mestiere artigianale sopravvissuto nei secoli, lasciando esempi di manifestazioni artistiche minori ma non per questo meno belle o meno preziose.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">IMMAGINE 2 - Giovanni Battista Torriglia </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">(Genova, 1857-1937) </span><i style="font-family: trebuchet;">La filatrice o La ruota che gira</i></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></i></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Nell'Ottocento, al culmine dell'industria tessile, la nobiltà e la borghesia richiedevano tessuti di alta qualità per confezionare i propri abiti e corredi domestici. La pianta del lino forniva uno dei tessuti più apprezzati, non solo per la sua morbidezza e resistenza ma anche per la sua grande versatilità. </div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">L'Irlanda, soprattutto nella sua parte più a settentrione, fece della coltivazione e della lavorazione del lino le basi su cui fondò la propria economia, divenendo uno dei maggiori produttori della pianta a livello mondiale, nonché il principale fornitore dei paesi europei. La produzione del lino divenne di sostentamento di interi paesi che dipendevano quasi interamente dalla sua coltivazione e dalla sua lavorazione. L'intera famiglia lavorava nell'industria del lino, compresi i figli che portavano a casa salari da aggiungere al reddito familiare.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Uno dei successi del lino irlandese risiedeva nell'abilità delle <i>SPINSTERS</i>, le tessitrici che maneggiavano il lino su conocchie o fusi.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">La conocchia era una ruota in cui le fibre venivano filate per separarle il più finemente possibile, mentre il fuso era uno stelo diritto, solitamente in legno o osso che aveva, sulla parte superiore un oggetto sferico fatto per trattenere il filo. </div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">IMMAGINE 3 - <span style="text-align: center;">Platt Powell Ryder (America, 1821–1896) </span><i style="text-align: center;">Woman At Spinning Wheel</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i style="text-align: center;"><br /></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Molti fusi avevano un uncino o una scanalatura, come quella di un ago da cucito, per guidare le fibre del lino.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Il lavoro delle filatrici si distingueva per il modo in cui filavano le fibre di lino in fili finissimi, che venivano poi tessuti sui telai, dando i tessuti di lino risultanti da utilizzare nell'industria dell'abbigliamento. Nacquero così i primi opifici. Ma, nonostante intere famiglie si dedicassero a questo compito, il lavoro non era sufficiente a soddisfare la richiesta e, inoltre, rendeva il prodotto più caro, poiché ci voleva molto tempo per raggiungere le industrie tessili. Per questo gli imprenditori idearono una formula di produzione che divenne molto popolare nel XIX° secolo.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Essi incoraggiarono le famiglie ad avere i propri campi, a raccogliere il lino, a filarlo e tesserlo sui propri telai. Una volta che il lino era tessuto, gli imprenditori lo acquistavano dalle famiglie per poi lavorarlo e venderlo alle aziende di abbigliamento. Poiché le famiglie irlandesi non disponevano di denaro sufficiente per acquistare i macchinari, i telai venivano forniti gratuitamente, anche se sempre sotto la supervisione degli imprenditori, per verificarne il corretto utilizzo e ciò che veniva prodotto veniva loro interamente venduto.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">IMMAGINE 4 - <span style="text-align: center;">Gustave Courbet, </span><span style="text-align: center;">(Francia,1819 –1877), </span><i style="text-align: center;">The Sleeping Spinner</i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><i style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">La biancheria da letto o da tavola vittoriana realizzata con lino irlandese, solitamente impreziosita da ricami o broccati, era considerata un campione di gusto e lusso squisito per il loro lavoro di filatura e morbidezza al tatto. Una famiglia vittoriana di alto rango adornava sempre la propria tavola con una tovaglia di provenienza irlandese o adornava i comodini e le cassettiere con centrini di lino irlandesi.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">L'arte delle<i> SPINSTERS </i>divenne così popolare durante l'era vittoriana che persino la stessa regina Vittoria aveva il suo arcolaio e non esitò a farsi fotografare mentre svolgeva tali lavori domestici.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">IMMAGINE 5 - La regina Victoria all'arcolaio</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">L'attività era così redditizia che le <i>SPINSTERS</i> iniziarono presto ad assumere ragazze come apprendiste per poter produrre più oggetti e più velocemente senza deteriorare la qualità del filato, poiché iniziò a circolare una varietà di lino a tessitura diretta, senza previa filatura a mano. Questa meccanizzazione ha ottenuto una produzione più elevata ma anche fibre più spesse e grossolane che hanno abbassato il prezzo del tessuto.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Nel tempo il lavoro delle <i>SPINSTERS </i>perse in competitività rispetto a quello meccanizzato e alla produzione di massa, i cui costi di produzione erano inferiori. L'arrivo della biancheria da paesi in cui i salari erano molto più bassi hanno reso più economico e democratizzato l'accesso ai prodotti di biancheria, a scapito della loro qualità. I campi e i mulini furono abbandonati e le famiglie si dedicarono a mestieri economicamente molto più redditizi e che richiedevano meno manodopera. Per fortuna quest'arte non è andata persa, ed è stata relegata al concetto di artigianato tradizionale.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Ancora oggi, infatti, il sigillo di qualità <i>Irish Linen</i> continua a rappresentare il prestigio di un prodotto di eccellenza. </div></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">IMMAGINE 5 - <span style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;">Carl Reichter </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;">(Austria, 1836-1918) </span><i style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;">Kittens on a Spinning Wheel</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><i style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><i style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div><span style="text-align: center;"><span><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;">Nella speranza che Vi siate giovati con gioia </div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;">del tempo che abbiamo trascorso insieme oggi,</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;">invio tanto affetto a tutti Voi.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;">Felice giorno di San Patrizio e</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;">a presto ❤</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxFmDgKfua7RxZ_Y8BhZ0Zzi0OWMNkWYrPbO_xyZIAiWsN4QdnaawMiaPfx8UXR25RfozbtjkLrnpHA__Cs2HVXjNolNd0o4uXmdwWIs2n94tNyXI2Vsdbh2kJAuapNDaCMTQcASJb15dMjd9ci8EFpjQ829nHw_SbO6u9V2UUxlohfTY1vmhAyWCB/s400/coach.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxFmDgKfua7RxZ_Y8BhZ0Zzi0OWMNkWYrPbO_xyZIAiWsN4QdnaawMiaPfx8UXR25RfozbtjkLrnpHA__Cs2HVXjNolNd0o4uXmdwWIs2n94tNyXI2Vsdbh2kJAuapNDaCMTQcASJb15dMjd9ci8EFpjQ829nHw_SbO6u9V2UUxlohfTY1vmhAyWCB/s16000/coach.gif" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc8E4tDc1SU_2XyIJDHoccBYCdBpQK0OUM9UkP1OOqMoPuWJyqIFtktLpxDJ23mYPTsVpdLXWyAhA8hKLF93HPzLnD5c2ZSePEdzmmqQWcJziN5qFY5q4szHmw2SY84ZJ8kbK-wSDcIkkLBEm5OuAZaK-wjqNrfZ59KPY479JbZl7nfbr5uph8EFfj/s108/temp.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="91" data-original-width="108" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc8E4tDc1SU_2XyIJDHoccBYCdBpQK0OUM9UkP1OOqMoPuWJyqIFtktLpxDJ23mYPTsVpdLXWyAhA8hKLF93HPzLnD5c2ZSePEdzmmqQWcJziN5qFY5q4szHmw2SY84ZJ8kbK-wSDcIkkLBEm5OuAZaK-wjqNrfZ59KPY479JbZl7nfbr5uph8EFfj/s16000/temp.png" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">LINKING TO:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/03/bunnies-and-happiness-is-homemade_01015249547.html#more">HAPPINESS IS HOMEMADE PARTY</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/standing-in-the-gap-sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-51/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com/2023/03/company-awww-monday-inspiring-quote-of.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">AWWW MONDAYS</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2023/03/tuesdays-with-twist-blog-hop-517.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/homestead-blog-hop-437/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HOMESTEAD BLOG HOP</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/03/vintage-charm-party-382.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">VINTAGE CHARM PARTY</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://katherinescorner.com/2023/05/04/say-cheese-and-tft-blog-hop/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">THURSDAY FAVORITE THINGS</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://goodrandomfun.blogspot.com/2023/05/untermyer-in-spring.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">LITTLE THINGS THURSDAY</span></a></div><div><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></a></div><div><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">PINK SATURDAY</span></a></div><div><br /></div></span></span></div></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-80747756667370984172023-03-05T19:05:00.012+01:002023-07-13T17:45:59.474+02:00Amos Bronson Alcott, Abigail May and Orchard House, Little Women's 'nest'<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Surely, dear father, some good angel or elf dropped a talisman in your cradle that gave you force to walk thro life in quiet sunshine while others groped in the dark...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;">~ Louisa May Alcott to her father</p><p style="text-align: center;">November 28, 1855</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6zeW3E1vNtSYl8dvS05VQQLieXWb_HyHOwdumblqQILYeJjAKc8Ibr-JhlSCifbl3uX_hxqxDt9kssxGnRHJSVFbiKLaCPIEs1Wht9kt-11qU64GmKkPJdD-0SetTfNbJ7jnniR_I2axccMqOaC7kjZE7w_mgSdSa10p8tfQNtmKUiNlFv0QbPZ-B/s454/The%20home%20of%20Bronson%20Alcott%20and%20his%20family,%20including%20his%20daughter%20Louisa%20May%20Alcott,%20in%20Concord,%20Mass.,%20wood%20engraving,%201875..jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6zeW3E1vNtSYl8dvS05VQQLieXWb_HyHOwdumblqQILYeJjAKc8Ibr-JhlSCifbl3uX_hxqxDt9kssxGnRHJSVFbiKLaCPIEs1Wht9kt-11qU64GmKkPJdD-0SetTfNbJ7jnniR_I2axccMqOaC7kjZE7w_mgSdSa10p8tfQNtmKUiNlFv0QbPZ-B/s16000/The%20home%20of%20Bronson%20Alcott%20and%20his%20family,%20including%20his%20daughter%20Louisa%20May%20Alcott,%20in%20Concord,%20Mass.,%20wood%20engraving,%201875..jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">In 1857, Amos Bronson Alcott purchased 12 acres of land with a manor house that had been on the property since the 1660s for $945. He then moved a small tenant farmhouse and joined it to the rear of the larger house, making many improvements over the course of the next year, as he detailed in his journals. The grounds also contained an orchard of 40 apple trees which greatly appealed to Mr. Alcott, who considered apples the most perfect food. It is not surprising, then, that he should name his home "Orchard House".</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">After moving more than twenty times in nearly thirty years, the Alcotts had finally found their anchoring place at Orchard House, where they lived until 1877. A. Bronson Alcott was born on November 29, 1799. The son of a flax farmer in Wolcott, Connecticut, he taught himself to read by forming letters in charcoal on a wooden floor. Through sheer willpower and dedication to the ideal, he educated himself and guided his genius to expression as a progressive educator and leader of the Transcendentalists.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Transcendentalism" was a term coined for a movement of New England writers and thinkers in the 1830s. They believed that people are born good, that they possess a power called intuition, and that they can come closer to God through nature. Amos Bronson Alcott was unique in the way he embodied and lived out his Transcendentalist ideas. As a young man, he worked as a handyman and gardener. When Orchard House became his home, he was married to Abigail May for 27 years. Abigail, or<i> Abba</i> as she was called, had a passionate temperament, a fine mind, and a generous heart. She keenly felt the injustices of the world and worked energetically for various causes, especially those that helped the poor or furthered the causes of abolition, women’s rights, and temperance, that's why she inspired the charachter of <i>Marmee</i> in <i>Little Women</i>. <i>Abba</i> met Amos Bronson Alcott in Brooklyn, Connecticut at the home of her brother, Samuel Joseph May, the first Unitarian minister in the state. Throughout their long courtship, Mr. Alcott, "a shy lover," communicated his sentiments to Miss May by letting her read passages he wrote about her in his journal. Bronson and Abba were married in King’s Chapel in Boston on May 23, 1830.<br /><i>Abba</i>’s love for her visionary husband was a mainstay in calm and storm. Although frequently frustrated by his inability to support his family, Mrs. Alcott believed in her husband and his ideals -- even when it seemed that the rest of the world did not. She wrote in her journal that she could never live without him: </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"I think I can as easily learn to live without breath."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Their marriage had four daughters: Anna, Louisa, Lizzie and May. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOGuwPdTlASf51KPbdmAaLrC4PnOiHCK8NvWq5gjavYTwmksR0ptSm1gehWc_09EIHr0gWzG5-l_Qy7olNX2xsSxlXWOiIg2Iyb964zAQBxM1hNmBK0gklHYoLiggdCL3SuFcvomHIBDmlqzly9UHjtz8nghPlnFvyTndrCbgQBj2ooPTDu0BwZtNM/s351/LITTLE%20WOMEN.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="334" data-original-width="351" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOGuwPdTlASf51KPbdmAaLrC4PnOiHCK8NvWq5gjavYTwmksR0ptSm1gehWc_09EIHr0gWzG5-l_Qy7olNX2xsSxlXWOiIg2Iyb964zAQBxM1hNmBK0gklHYoLiggdCL3SuFcvomHIBDmlqzly9UHjtz8nghPlnFvyTndrCbgQBj2ooPTDu0BwZtNM/s16000/LITTLE%20WOMEN.png" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">In the very first years of their life together, the couple moved several times due to failed attempts, for financial reasons, to open experimental schools based on their own educational system, tested directly with their own families. In fact, Alcott believed that education should be a pleasant experience and thus included physical education, dance, art, music and the drafting of a daily diary among the subjects of study of the daughters.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="font-family: georgia;">As an educator, he believed that all knowledge and moral guidance springs from inner sources and it is the teacher’s role to help these unfold in a beneficial way. His daughter Louisa, one of his most faithful pupils, wrote:</div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia;">"My father taught in the wise way which unfolds what lies in the child’s nature, as a flower blooms, rather than crammed it ... with more than it could digest."</div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia;">Mr. Alcott taught in Connecticut, Pennsylvania, and Boston. He introduced art, music, nature study, and physical education to his classes at a time when these subjects were not commonly taught. Many parents did not understand Alcott’s innovative methods and withdrew their children from his schools. </div><div style="font-family: georgia;">Mr. Alcott believed that the key to social reform and spiritual growth lay in the home, and specifically within family life. Essential values instilled in his children from an early age were self-reliance and the ideals of duty, self-sacrifice, compassion, and charity. Self-expression was also highly valued and cultivated through the keeping of journals on the part of all family members. Journals were even shared on many occasions to foster an openness of thought and feeling.</div><div style="font-family: georgia;">From 1859 through 1864, Mr. Alcott served as Superintendent of Schools in Concord. In later years, he conducted lecture tours in the Midwest where his enthusiastic presentations on educational reform and Transcendentalism brought much recognition to himself and fellow friends and Concordians, Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry David Thoreau.</div><div style="font-family: georgia;">In 1879, primarily through the support of his Midwest admirers, his lifelong dream for a school of philosophy in Concord was fulfilled. One of the first summer schools for adults, The Concord School of Philosophy continued for nine summers. It closed in July of 1888 with a memorial service to Mr. Alcott, who had passed away on 4 March of that year.</div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia;">But let's come back to Orchard House!</div><div style="font-family: georgia;">The house is most noted for being where Louisa May Alcott wrote and set her beloved classic, Little Women, in 1868 at a "shelf desk" her father built especially for her.</div><div style="font-family: georgia;">Fortunately, there have been no major structural changes to the house since the Alcotts' time, with ongoing preservation efforts adhering to the highest standards of authenticity. Since approximately 80% of the furnishings on display were owned by the Alcotts, the rooms look very much as they did when the family lived here, causing many modern-day visitors to comment that</div><div style="font-family: georgia;">"A visit to Orchard House is like a walk through <i>Little Women</i>!" </div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiITCK26V5W1oSNMtVr24ORPUixzKxkAAjuGGS8VrjokHfCSpJmZ_roz4nTDsswfKwIlZGQVOaNHEVOoD0OU9SWfU7caBM4ZZSNcSpTeORmz76ToDRMGd55N9scQWNHLf_RED2YYyAKs7YLyv0gnv98MkM2OMFqGpADDTetWIGshIGqHX7VixYN77QU/s640/Beth's%20piano.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="425" data-original-width="640" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiITCK26V5W1oSNMtVr24ORPUixzKxkAAjuGGS8VrjokHfCSpJmZ_roz4nTDsswfKwIlZGQVOaNHEVOoD0OU9SWfU7caBM4ZZSNcSpTeORmz76ToDRMGd55N9scQWNHLf_RED2YYyAKs7YLyv0gnv98MkM2OMFqGpADDTetWIGshIGqHX7VixYN77QU/w400-h266/Beth's%20piano.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Beth's piano inside Orchard House</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioANBRVSQsvZFkcRa9rWhD-2fEPiL3G-H4cpSalUUoBbmT264jeSuh8i-nnYehzJeGdeVihbSVTJ1MgBUs1lX-8Eu4tdZVuccfka27a3iTpzIRyFQ_NDZoKUdf9XVL3HgJ-vGiAgplIL9xIG9HVQ1rrGIhCSSD1v2OZhKcYgd7PdTQIrA1MfXCJfi2/s347/Mr_Alcott's_study.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="301" data-original-width="347" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioANBRVSQsvZFkcRa9rWhD-2fEPiL3G-H4cpSalUUoBbmT264jeSuh8i-nnYehzJeGdeVihbSVTJ1MgBUs1lX-8Eu4tdZVuccfka27a3iTpzIRyFQ_NDZoKUdf9XVL3HgJ-vGiAgplIL9xIG9HVQ1rrGIhCSSD1v2OZhKcYgd7PdTQIrA1MfXCJfi2/s16000/Mr_Alcott's_study.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">A.Bronson Alcott sitting in his study at Orchard House</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2bswnnkRgMJ-V7gMBEwiK3nniF6dwyHDEqtkqx0IgG_vzto4y0ofRInRHTLLZVGKNzhhNKl3mTw02gbv8K7eHjcjVE9mXcabx8D6y8JYQ88uw9Uwoyl1lmhR0UIupBc2KneQHFrfG2q6TX09A8XtNtr7oBKm0aYNAeYC8qybXhSjkX0KM5QX7e5ld/s350/Portrait%20of%20Abba%20May%20Alcott,%20sitting%20in%20a%20chair%20in%20the%20study.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="350" data-original-width="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2bswnnkRgMJ-V7gMBEwiK3nniF6dwyHDEqtkqx0IgG_vzto4y0ofRInRHTLLZVGKNzhhNKl3mTw02gbv8K7eHjcjVE9mXcabx8D6y8JYQ88uw9Uwoyl1lmhR0UIupBc2KneQHFrfG2q6TX09A8XtNtr7oBKm0aYNAeYC8qybXhSjkX0KM5QX7e5ld/s16000/Portrait%20of%20Abba%20May%20Alcott,%20sitting%20in%20a%20chair%20in%20the%20study.jpg" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i>Abba </i>sitting on an armchair in his husband's study at Orchard House</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk3fA_M_s1wBriNKQO4HKnd28BWtOkOO2DQvnlMuEIE5U0WZCpRk9xdeuNNeH-JjGH1tuZ8FBMFseW-3GW4I5LZXEMl6u1JuQEB-ahHSZYVzXlDUUw1n6c76x9l_ouZIZKpjei6hVYYtdOCn5U0DXgrhkNGx58Z6cb1SI90IugdceGsQDXX3yr0Bqm/s1427/Orchard%20House's%20study.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="983" data-original-width="1427" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk3fA_M_s1wBriNKQO4HKnd28BWtOkOO2DQvnlMuEIE5U0WZCpRk9xdeuNNeH-JjGH1tuZ8FBMFseW-3GW4I5LZXEMl6u1JuQEB-ahHSZYVzXlDUUw1n6c76x9l_ouZIZKpjei6hVYYtdOCn5U0DXgrhkNGx58Z6cb1SI90IugdceGsQDXX3yr0Bqm/w400-h275/Orchard%20House's%20study.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">And here's the study as you can see it today by visiting Orchard House</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">And so, let's have this lovely walk through Little Women! </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I suggest you a visit inside this so charming house having a look at some rooms as they were set for the last film about Louisa May Alcott most famus novel dating back to 2019.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Every shot is by Wilson Webb ©2019 CTMG.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsiGUV-zLD7xCCw1aFbHeIfyRkCs4xjSepUJSKyzpO1Bo-pDGRst5oRaKg_xkoX_Q4WF-DipL0s4OlmwfmkcBS-aEZqenP3gFmTzJMqjrgxwkedTC5PzQ5hUqUQ8gyX7Cbq_a3XRC18Hg4eSt48J8qeB7GXlWfd0-KJRclf3hUmGqAQmE6bBMeybax/s800/LW_4_18_23a_attic_6832.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="530" data-original-width="800" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsiGUV-zLD7xCCw1aFbHeIfyRkCs4xjSepUJSKyzpO1Bo-pDGRst5oRaKg_xkoX_Q4WF-DipL0s4OlmwfmkcBS-aEZqenP3gFmTzJMqjrgxwkedTC5PzQ5hUqUQ8gyX7Cbq_a3XRC18Hg4eSt48J8qeB7GXlWfd0-KJRclf3hUmGqAQmE6bBMeybax/w489-h324/LW_4_18_23a_attic_6832.jpg" width="489" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">THE ATTIC</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7MY37m__IzChcYJGFhb-avjZTXrvXB9OytBlTNuW_if9-yOOUxQG_A4K-62hh5IaBKZuNeGyNonfsGqttILSHMjbp4SbItAqDS9fafLux_e-b-uq_ONRjO-T_4OYHGEedVtY-WBpHEjhPA23LmWXYYvweYWDXARbZJHzJvqriA5Jdb8hPD4mjjuYX/s800/LW_15_13a_kitchen_9017.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="530" data-original-width="800" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7MY37m__IzChcYJGFhb-avjZTXrvXB9OytBlTNuW_if9-yOOUxQG_A4K-62hh5IaBKZuNeGyNonfsGqttILSHMjbp4SbItAqDS9fafLux_e-b-uq_ONRjO-T_4OYHGEedVtY-WBpHEjhPA23LmWXYYvweYWDXARbZJHzJvqriA5Jdb8hPD4mjjuYX/w489-h324/LW_15_13a_kitchen_9017.jpg" width="489" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">THE KITCHEN</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvL8rsdj4qD832M5XJ-UNWaVLgXh42ipEZ45sfKGhmdTncc-fBadjZfsHa9ZIKpCe1G4XZVfNKg6AE3hb6NRdhJSRoiZfJZNS9QIaFHKcirQ43oOZlzKPVvE_Zv8Q_yWMGJjfKW_U3mE_fQ3OWYdt6k5a-GlZ2kHDfyXZXEKQhTyLBVqw5qLx8KDA/s800/LW_11_8_7a_DR_8266.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="530" data-original-width="800" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvL8rsdj4qD832M5XJ-UNWaVLgXh42ipEZ45sfKGhmdTncc-fBadjZfsHa9ZIKpCe1G4XZVfNKg6AE3hb6NRdhJSRoiZfJZNS9QIaFHKcirQ43oOZlzKPVvE_Zv8Q_yWMGJjfKW_U3mE_fQ3OWYdt6k5a-GlZ2kHDfyXZXEKQhTyLBVqw5qLx8KDA/w490-h324/LW_11_8_7a_DR_8266.jpg" width="490" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">A VIEW OF THE DINING ROOM</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUWo8bdzme16aHz3k0nEDbDM2H5UCaw32GNvoYgYvtlG29qteOHOrIxfFeMzjK49cqGXKe8wAKIsA07Ipu6cxrLOzrCql7-KCmCmN_NagWQOw8ZCxExtfSG86bpUkbwJMxsCzYNSItQEScYsy_2rjV_REE_qP7CAioT_uY_YWcSYwOP3_z5n4S0oWp/s800/LW_7_4_3_parlor_7911.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="530" data-original-width="800" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUWo8bdzme16aHz3k0nEDbDM2H5UCaw32GNvoYgYvtlG29qteOHOrIxfFeMzjK49cqGXKe8wAKIsA07Ipu6cxrLOzrCql7-KCmCmN_NagWQOw8ZCxExtfSG86bpUkbwJMxsCzYNSItQEScYsy_2rjV_REE_qP7CAioT_uY_YWcSYwOP3_z5n4S0oWp/w492-h326/LW_7_4_3_parlor_7911.jpg" width="492" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">THE PARLOR DECORATED FOR CHRISTMAS </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">(FOR SURE YOU DO REMEBER THAT THE NOVEL BEGINS ON A RATHER BLEAK CHRISTMAS MORNING OF A YEAR BETWEEN 1863 AND 1866, THE LATTER PART OF THE CIVIL WAR.) AND FINALLY ORCHARD HOUSE SEEN BY OUTSIDE, WITH ITS CHIMNEY SMOKING, AS IT WOULD BE IN A WINTRY COLD DAY AS IT IS TODAY!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7srOGkpXyItyLWhVxxOcVZhdbGcYIvpuZR1knx3QKeB3TTUW8rRGhlbusdXZGhkp3XAU2FDMheZ1uzfN9_qe0B2NvTr_RF2sF7C-fYsWhgiYvDz45fpgfq-n_tXT2XfaxEpl2F7LYCKnHkpPRJoH34aLMQCM07OHIWpEqkK9kWq-yTb5coCkw3CL-/s800/LW_22_27a_ext_March_5710.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="530" data-original-width="800" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7srOGkpXyItyLWhVxxOcVZhdbGcYIvpuZR1knx3QKeB3TTUW8rRGhlbusdXZGhkp3XAU2FDMheZ1uzfN9_qe0B2NvTr_RF2sF7C-fYsWhgiYvDz45fpgfq-n_tXT2XfaxEpl2F7LYCKnHkpPRJoH34aLMQCM07OHIWpEqkK9kWq-yTb5coCkw3CL-/w482-h318/LW_22_27a_ext_March_5710.jpg" width="482" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">With these so wonderful images suggesting that there's still life over there, it sounds as if we had a jump back in time, doesn't it?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">In the sincere hope you've enjoyed this all, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I'm sending my dearest hug to you, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">lovely Readers and Friends of mine!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">See you soon </span><span style="text-align: left;">❤</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoiw47blZCf_WIDpoYToIYdscp-rFEXCGMT5utVn00SCEKodPoQyum2wnl7fV-DKfQgtbUojBc-aqsSXNn3ZygKUARA-PCkhnshk7QQXGwjusVVRvHJeO4RsP4s8Ie77cl5_W-kqFASRdZXqlPOQZyvEKMLgVOQZDF6S2R6LC_u5_3Uwnz8b6GN8YU/s400/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoiw47blZCf_WIDpoYToIYdscp-rFEXCGMT5utVn00SCEKodPoQyum2wnl7fV-DKfQgtbUojBc-aqsSXNn3ZygKUARA-PCkhnshk7QQXGwjusVVRvHJeO4RsP4s8Ie77cl5_W-kqFASRdZXqlPOQZyvEKMLgVOQZDF6S2R6LC_u5_3Uwnz8b6GN8YU/s16000/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" /></a></div><br /><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOT-SXZa86TlakBDvkBiSvw50JCdV0IZze1ooFpUIl2tVawBYmA_gMbK6Blzdnui0yonEh-rEj-AF8JjN0B26TKiKXlhN-n2HxXTSLC5v_WGLbMDzYMLGqsd_GlzzaWoc4hrGBxjK9gofbJRq4my-j1U3FmUYbn1u8ItOwL1eiSDHG5q5_SJdLI5t4/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOT-SXZa86TlakBDvkBiSvw50JCdV0IZze1ooFpUIl2tVawBYmA_gMbK6Blzdnui0yonEh-rEj-AF8JjN0B26TKiKXlhN-n2HxXTSLC5v_WGLbMDzYMLGqsd_GlzzaWoc4hrGBxjK9gofbJRq4my-j1U3FmUYbn1u8ItOwL1eiSDHG5q5_SJdLI5t4/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>Amos Bronson Alcott, Abigail May e Orchard House, il 'nido' di Piccole donne</i></span></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Per certo, mio caro Padre, qualche angelo buono o qualche elfo ha lasciato cadere nella tua culla un talismano che ti ha dato la forza di camminare nella calma della luce del sole, mentre altri brancolavano nel buio... </span></p><p style="text-align: center;">~ Louisa May Alcott a suo padre</p><p style="text-align: center;">28 novembre 1855</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Immagine 1 - DISEGNO DI ORCHARD HOUSE</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Nel 1857, Amos Bronson Alcott acquistò 12 acri di terreno con una casa padronale in legno, che faceva parte della proprietà dal 1660, per $ 945. Quindi unì al retro della casa una piccola appendice, sempre in legno, ed apportò molti miglioramenti nel corso dell'anno successivo, come descrisse dettagliatamente nei suoi diari. Il terreno conteneva anche un frutteto che contava 40 alberi di mele che conquistò Mr. Alcott, poiché egli considerava le mele il cibo perfetto in assoluto. Non sorprende, quindi, che abbia chiamato la sua casa "Orchard House"- La casa del frutteto.<br />Dopo aver cambiato dimore per più di venti volte in quasi trent'anni, gli Alcott avevano finalmente trovato il loro posto di ancoraggio a Orchard House, dove vissero fino al 1877. Amos Bronson Alcott era nato il 29 novembre 1799. Figlio di un coltivatore di lino di Wolcott, Connecticut, imparò da solo a leggere e a scrivere utilizzando un carboncino ed un pavimento di legno. Attraverso la pura forza di volontà e la dedizione agli ideali, si è formato e ha guidato il suo genio ad esprimere la sua vocazione: quella di educatore progressista e leader dei Trascendentalisti.<br />"Trascendentalismo" era un termine coniato da un movimento di scrittori e pensatori del New England negli anni '30 del XIX° secolo. Costoro credevano che le persone nascessero buone, che possedessero un potere chiamato intuizione e che potessero avvicinarsi a Dio attraverso la Natura. Amos Bronson Alcott fu l'unico ad aver fatto propri anche nella sua vita i principi trascendentalisti. Da giovane aveva lavorato come tuttofare e giardiniere. Quando Orchard House divenne la sua casa, era sposato con Abigail May da 27 anni. Abigail, o <i>Abba</i> come veniva chiamata, aveva un temperamento appassionato, una mente fine e un cuore generoso. Avvertiva profondamente le ingiustizie del mondo e lavorò energicamente per sostenere varie cause, specialmente quelle volte ad aiutare i poveri o che promuovevano l'abolizione della schiavitù, quelle che patrocinavano i diritti delle donne e valutavano la temperanza, ecco perché ha ispirato il personaggio di<i> Marmee</i> in Piccole donne. <i>Abba</i> incontrò Amos Bronson Alcott a Brooklyn, nel Connecticut, a casa di suo fratello, Samuel Joseph May, che fu il primo ministro unitario dello stato. Durante il loro lungo corteggiamento, Mr. Alcott, "un amante timido", comunicava i suoi sentimenti a Miss May lasciandole leggere i passaggi che scriveva su di lei nel suo diario. Bronson e <i>Abba</i> si sposarono nella King's Chapel di Boston il 23 maggio 1830.<br />L'amore di <i>Abba</i> per il marito visionario era un pilastro nella calma e nella tempesta. Sebbene spesso frustrata dalla sua incapacità di mantenere la sua famiglia, Mrs. Alcott credeva in suo marito e nei suoi ideali, anche quando sembrava che il resto del mondo non lo facesse. Su legge nel suo diario che non avrebbe mai potuto vivere senza di lui:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />"Penso di poter più facilmente imparare a vivere senza fiato."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />Dal loro matrimonio nacquero quattro figlie: Anna, Louisa, Lizzie e May.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Immagine 2 - FOTO PICCOLE DONNE</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="font-family: georgia;">Nei primissimi anni di convivenza, i coniugi si spostarono più volte a causa dei falliti tentativi, per motivi economici, di aprire scuole sperimentali basate sul proprio sistema educativo, sperimentato direttamente con le proprie famiglie. Alcott, infatti, riteneva che l'educazione dovesse essere un'esperienza piacevole e quindi includeva l'educazione fisica, la danza, l'arte, la musica e la stesura di un diario quotidiano tra le materie di studio delle figlie.</div><div style="font-family: georgia;">Come educatore, credeva che tutta la conoscenza e la guida morale provenissero da fonti interiori e che fosse compito dell'insegnante aiutarle a svilupparsi in modo benefico. Sua figlia Louisa, una delle sue allieve più fedeli, scriveva:</div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia;">"Mio padre insegnava in modo saggio a dispiegare ciò che giace nella Natura del bambino, come un fiore che sboccia, piuttosto che riempirlo ... con più di quanto potesse digerire."</div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia;">Mr. Alcott insegnò in Connecticut, in Pennsylvania e a Boston. Introdusse lo studio dell'arte, della musica, della natura e l'educazione fisica nelle sue classi in un momento in cui queste materie non erano comunemente insegnate. Molti genitori non capirono i metodi innovativi di Alcott e ritirarono i propri figli dalle sue scuole. </div><div style="font-family: georgia;">Mr. Alcott credeva che la chiave per la riforma sociale e la crescita spirituale risiedesse nella casa, e in particolare nella vita familiare. I valori essenziali instillati nei suoi figli fin dalla tenera età erano l'autosufficienza e gli ideali di dovere, sacrificio di sé, compassione e carità. Anche l'espressione di sé era molto apprezzata e coltivata attraverso il tenere diari da parte di tutti i membri della famiglia. I diari sono stati persino condivisi in molte occasioni per favorire un'apertura di pensiero e sentimento.</div><div style="font-family: georgia;">Dal 1859 al 1864, Mr. Alcott fu sovrintendente delle scuole a Concord. Negli anni successivi, ha condotto conferenze nel Midwest, dove le sue entusiastiche presentazioni sulla riforma dell'istruzione e sul Trascendentalismo hanno portato molto riconoscimento a sé stesso e ai suoi amici e concordiani, Ralph Waldo Emerson e Henry David Thoreau.</div><div style="font-family: georgia;">Nel 1879, principalmente grazie al sostegno dei suoi ammiratori del Midwest, il suo sogno di una vita per una scuola di filosofia a Concord fu realizzato. Una delle prime scuole estive per adulti, la Concord School of Philosophy è sopravvissuta per nove estati. Si chiuse nel luglio del 1888 con un servizio funebre a Mr. Alcott, che era morto il 4 marzo di quell'anno.</div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia;">Ma torniamo a Orchard House!</div><div style="font-family: georgia;">La casa è nota soprattutto per essere stata il luogo in cui Louisa May Alcott ha scritto e ambientato il suo amato classico, <i>Piccole donne</i>, nel 1868 su di una scrittoio che suo padre costruì appositamente per lei.</div><div style="font-family: georgia;">Fortunatamente, non ci sono stati grandi cambiamenti strutturali alla casa dai tempi degli Alcott, grazie a continui sforzi di conservazione che aderiscono ai più alti standard di autenticità. Poiché circa l'80% degli arredi ancora oggi in mostra erano di proprietà degli Alcott, le stanze sembrano molto simili a quando la famiglia viveva qui, il che inducendo molti visitatori moderni a commentare che</div><div style="font-family: georgia;">"Una visita a Orchard House è come una passeggiata tra le pagine di <i>Piccole donne</i>!"</div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Immagine 3 - Il piano di <span style="text-align: center;">Beth a Orchard House</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Immagine 4 - A.Bronson Alcott seduto nel suo studio a Orchard House</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="text-align: center;">Immagine 5 - </span><span style="text-align: center;"><i>Abba </i>seduta su di una poltrona nello studio di suo marito a</span><span style="text-align: center;"> Orchard House</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="text-align: center;">Immagine 6 - Ed ecco lo studio come lo potete vedere ancora oggi visitando </span><span style="text-align: center;">Orchard House</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Ebbene, concediamoci allora questa passeggiata tra le pagine di <i>Piccole donne</i>!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Vi propongo una visita all'interno di questa casa così affascinante dando concentrandoci su alcune stanze così come furono preparate per girare l'ultimo film sul romanzo più famoso di Louisa May Alcott nel 2019.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Ogni fotografia è stata scattata da Wilson Webb ©2019 CTMG.</span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Immagine 7 - IL SOTTOTETTO</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Immagine 8 - LA CUCINA</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Immagine 9 - VEDUTA DELLA SALA DA PRANZO</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Immagine 10 - IL SALOTTO DECORATO PER NATALE (RICORDERETE SICURAMENTE CHE IL ROMANZO INIZIA IN UNA MATTINA DI NATALE PIUTTOSTO SQUALLIDA DI UN ANNO COMPRESO TRA IL 1863 E IL 1866, CHE CORRISPONDE ALL'ULTIMA PARTE DELLA GUERRA DI SECESSIONE) </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Immagine 11 - E</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"> INFINE ORCHARD HOUSE VISTA DALL' ESTERNO, CON IL CAMINO FUMANTE, COME SAREBBE IN UNA FREDDA GIORNATA INVERNALE COME OGGI!</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Con queste meravigliose immagini che suggeriscono che ancora ci sia vita in quei luoghi, sembra di aver compiuto un salto indietro nel tempo, che ne dite?</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Sperando vivamente che tutto ciò vi sia stato gradito, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Vi invio il mio più caloroso abbraccio,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Miei Cari Lettori ed Amici!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">A presto </span><span style="text-align: left;">❤</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG09g0E3KPJyagVw2_OWJZ0wI2h_DkSx4Vwtxw-mp0SCZCpYYYhMbvqiyn9fvTycK4j379vKc8gqLGnPibX1BCJiuQXoT8kEKd9L4hmFOwKB3r9s-rBx61pWPqnF9V6sHpa7Y6u6ZVOX5ljHd0xD2YAg0AvXkHG5PbuqMN8CAM7glEam2Ym0vJTlJ1/s400/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG09g0E3KPJyagVw2_OWJZ0wI2h_DkSx4Vwtxw-mp0SCZCpYYYhMbvqiyn9fvTycK4j379vKc8gqLGnPibX1BCJiuQXoT8kEKd9L4hmFOwKB3r9s-rBx61pWPqnF9V6sHpa7Y6u6ZVOX5ljHd0xD2YAg0AvXkHG5PbuqMN8CAM7glEam2Ym0vJTlJ1/s16000/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" /></a></div><br /><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_fNqb2MJ0g9RexlocB1OOT7j8VhBpO7CH5g6pPCwipZJFvu__cuuvTasTjFR_ecbMmgGZaFXd62RNwA2K1wSS_FBjVvecshOblPrBNWL-dJS2B_o51LF6u50WahWMtfqFrH6ofKbFnqmoAHY7Lohp9HoCu5hsISM1ddz1PKEe67KovQJVbhzfGlP5/s108/temp.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="91" data-original-width="108" height="91" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_fNqb2MJ0g9RexlocB1OOT7j8VhBpO7CH5g6pPCwipZJFvu__cuuvTasTjFR_ecbMmgGZaFXd62RNwA2K1wSS_FBjVvecshOblPrBNWL-dJS2B_o51LF6u50WahWMtfqFrH6ofKbFnqmoAHY7Lohp9HoCu5hsISM1ddz1PKEe67KovQJVbhzfGlP5/s1600/temp.png" width="108" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">SOURCE. <a href="https://louisamayalcott.org/home">https://louisamayalcott.org/home</a></span></span></div><div><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;">LINKING TO:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/03/bunnies-and-happiness-is-homemade_01015249547.html#more"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HAPPINESS IS HOMEMADE PARTY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/standing-in-the-gap-sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-51/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com/2023/03/company-awww-monday-inspiring-quote-of.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">AWWW MONDAYS</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2023/03/tuesdays-with-twist-blog-hop-517.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/2023/04/anything-goes-pink-saturday-april-8-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">PINK SATURDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/05/spring-and-tea-party-on-wonderful.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/05/vintage-charm-party-388.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">VINTAGE CHARM PARTY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.ahomemakersheart.com/2023/06/encouraging-hearts-and-home-june-1-2023.html#more"><span style="font-family: georgia;">ENCOURAGING HEARTS AND HOME</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://goodrandomfun.blogspot.com/2023/06/nyc-pride-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://goodrandomfun.blogspot.com/2023/06/nyc-pride-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">LITTLE THINGS THURSDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.myslicesoflife.com/2023/07/encouraging-hearts-and-home-not-your.html?sc=1689263094893#c4319750501347666020"><span style="font-family: georgia;">ENCOURAGING HEARTS AND HOME</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-32957691788041462202023-02-06T17:23:00.012+01:002023-05-23T16:53:31.442+02:00The Empress' Scents: rose and violet water and "Fantasia de Fleurs" by Creed <div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkb5SUdYkhNqnoyUUI7mmM6FBYDkn_yiweoJjCKrOHvQww1_AmVcPugs00UuiqF5DWSg23CmuiShZBZCC3FxrajYPwu2DwxRCfFdgZHX4ASceFaR-PaUhBkNOVamUHU-nrS1bCD3hvuI_irvRMTOnlQNZB7OjAtfT80JDVLW4GFRicEDRBWcRRACFy/s488/My%20Little%20Old%20World-Sisi%20collage%20copy%202.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="488" data-original-width="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkb5SUdYkhNqnoyUUI7mmM6FBYDkn_yiweoJjCKrOHvQww1_AmVcPugs00UuiqF5DWSg23CmuiShZBZCC3FxrajYPwu2DwxRCfFdgZHX4ASceFaR-PaUhBkNOVamUHU-nrS1bCD3hvuI_irvRMTOnlQNZB7OjAtfT80JDVLW4GFRicEDRBWcRRACFy/s16000/My%20Little%20Old%20World-Sisi%20collage%20copy%202.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: x-large;">It is said that you cannot buy class <br /></span><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: x-large;">and elegant people like Her are hard to come by, even today.</span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span><div style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: xx-large;">History tells that the Empress of Austria, Who became an icon of beauty and style for Her grace and grandeur, did not like to wear eye-catching make-up and had no particular predilection for perfumes; indeed, She complained when Ludwig, the Bavarian cousin She was deeply linked to, perfumed himself excessively. And it documents a letter She sent to Franz Joseph in Vienna when She was in England during one of Her many sojourns in Britain, that to be close to the Princess of Wales bothered Her so much because she went too far with strong, heavy-to-bear scented fragrances. It doesn't mean that She didn't use perfumes, but that She preferred to use natural essences with light floral notes. Her favorite one was, by far, the violet, followed by the rose one.</div><div><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: xx-large;">The scent of Her face was that of the</span><b style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: xx-large;"> Crème Céleste</b><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: xx-large;">, which She wore every morning and which gave Her skin that healthy and rosy look that we often can admire in Her portraits: it, in addition to moisturizing the skin, hid imperfections and the face appeared, so, flawless. As we have already seen (</span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Click <a href="https://sweetlydreamingofthepast.blogspot.com/2016/04/victorian-age-cosmetics-beauty-recipes.html">HERE</a> to read <i>My Little Old</i> <i>World</i>'s post about Victorian beauty recipes</span><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: xx-large;">), the Créme Céleste was widely used by Victorian ladies and there were numerous versions. And even the Empress had Her own personal recipe according to which it was prepared by the court apothecary: at the time this was one of Her beauty secrets, but, like all the others, today it is no longer a secret.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: xx-large;">As the director of the Sissi Museum in Vienna documents, having drawn on the files of the imperial apothecary, that of the Empress was prepared</div><div style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: xx-large;">“… with white wax, whale white, sweet almond oil and rose water. Another cream, which She used (as recently discovered cosmetic recipes show) was<b> Cold Crème</b>, appreciated by many court ladies too. It consisted of almond oil, cocoa butter, beeswax, and rose water and owed its name to the cooling effect it generated on the skin. Since the water-oil emulsion is unstable and easily penetrates the skin, the water evaporates quickly so that the cream gave rise to a pleasant cooling effect. To wash Her face She mainly used rose water, which protects the skin from irritation and keeps impurities away. She also tried infusions of lavender and of course lotions of violets, which have an invigorating effect, with which She also soaked the towels She kept all night long wrapped around Her neck, in order to avoid Her wrinkles."</div><div style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8NpSwafJQu0zFkE5pFDQqZ5S7HaXzy0h2Vm0VYF_WMFRYur5G62ekRrCpNo7XiHl_mkCW8poi3-I4nO9b6PT5vulQGIwowd_qDf_OweapDtffhqU177jJ_CMq_IA0CoMAvSaK04LnIeh58_gpxhbW3cmBHuWG8_AVcx8j6Djj6zsubs84X2-POR-/s800/My%20Little%20Old%20World-Empress%20Elisabeth%20of%20Austria.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="564" height="744" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8NpSwafJQu0zFkE5pFDQqZ5S7HaXzy0h2Vm0VYF_WMFRYur5G62ekRrCpNo7XiHl_mkCW8poi3-I4nO9b6PT5vulQGIwowd_qDf_OweapDtffhqU177jJ_CMq_IA0CoMAvSaK04LnIeh58_gpxhbW3cmBHuWG8_AVcx8j6Djj6zsubs84X2-POR-/w524-h744/My%20Little%20Old%20World-Empress%20Elisabeth%20of%20Austria.jpg" width="524" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: xx-large;">As you well know, the strength of Her beauty was Her far amazing and very long hair, to the care of which She dedicated 3 hours a day. Her hair weighed 5 kilos and gave Her severe migraines, so much so that before going to bed it was hung to a chandelier to relieve Her headache. Terrified by hair loss, when it was time to wash and dry it, that was every 20 days, She was unapproachable by everyone for 12 hours: 20 egg yolks and a bottle of cognac were used for Her shampoo which made Her hair ultra shiny; its drying, on the other hand, included walks through the corridors of the palace that the Empress carried out wearing a waterproof bathrobe; to keep Her hair in style at night it was spread on a special mattress so that the locks were not crushed. Finally, when it was styled, the perfumed touch: in addition to natural essences, the Empress liked <b> Creed's Fantasia de Fleurs </b>fragrance. Fanny Angerer, Her hairdresser, sprinkled it on Her hair and then She was ready to charm Her court.</div><div style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJjYdPIDWNpFi0BPivnzUg9Er7jmEzil8gmvU8qJS38BXkKvUjcth2pQdY7Dkm7XTLAeJdnlyRYZwkJTZKk67oSyKKkSQ4czpp1ATSaU1RjXygogRHgLa4pZbSbunZozVv4QfeSuNVE30-VktQjomKm1GzWIplZNNrAtkUT-UW8YpGq0jyS0RzmYQ/s300/My%20Little%20Old%20World-House%20of%20Creed%20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJjYdPIDWNpFi0BPivnzUg9Er7jmEzil8gmvU8qJS38BXkKvUjcth2pQdY7Dkm7XTLAeJdnlyRYZwkJTZKk67oSyKKkSQ4czpp1ATSaU1RjXygogRHgLa4pZbSbunZozVv4QfeSuNVE30-VktQjomKm1GzWIplZNNrAtkUT-UW8YpGq0jyS0RzmYQ/s1600/My%20Little%20Old%20World-House%20of%20Creed%20.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><b>Creed's Fantasia de Fleurs - The Empress' Perfume.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: xx-large;">The story of Creed begins as far back as 1760, when the company was originally founded as a tailoring house in London by James Henry Creed. Today it is an Anglo-French multinational niche perfumery house, based in Paris, but let's see exactly how its fame was born. In 1760 King George </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">III </span><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: xx-large;">of Great Britain</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: xx-large;">commissioned James Henry Creed a pair of custom-made scented leather gloves for him to wear and appreciate their fragrance when riding his steed. The sovereign also commissioned Creed the creation of the very first perfume of the House: <b>Royal English Leather</b>, in which the mandarin makes the impetuous character of the intense leather notes less heavy, all softened by the presence of jasmine. In the same year James Henry Creed founded the Creed House which has come to the present day offering unparalleled fragrances which became real cult objects.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: xx-large;">But its true fame dates back to the mid-19th century when, as a celebrated tailor's House, it made clothes for the fashionable dandy Count d'Orsay, for Queen Victoria and for the Empress Eugenie who made a gift to the Creed & Cumberland signature: a guarantee certificate for tailoring items. The Empress of the French will want Henry Creed </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">II</span><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: xx-large;">, then owner of the Creed House, to move from London to Paris under her protection: it was 1854.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: xx-large;">The European Royal Houses did not spare themselves in giving the Creed House awards, given the excellence in the creation of clothes and fragrances of unrivaled manufacture. But let's come to Sisi's perfume. Created in 1862 for the Empress of Austria-Hungary, <b>Fantasia De Fleurs</b> has not lost its charm ever since and it's still one of the most popular perfumes for classy and romantic women today. A classic but still modern perfume that never goes out of style. Have you ever got the chance to appreciate this fragrance? Its sensual and refined character is combined with the freshness of Spring flowers, which is why <b>Fantasia De Fleurs</b> is like a walk in a flower garden on a beautiful June day. Recommended for hot Summer days, <b>Fantasia De Fleurs</b> wraps you in a cloud of colorful flowers, taking the wearer on a timeless journey where beauty, seduction and femininity are combined. The journey with <b> Fantasia De Fleurs</b> begins with its particular top note of bergamot, a bright, sweet and citrusy blend that slowly mingles with the floral essence of the precious Bulgarian Rose and Florentine Iris that represent the heart of this perfume. The feminine and sophisticated soul of Bulgarian Rose and the fresh and delicate essence of Iris then merge into a single fragrance that lasts over time and then leaves room for the sensuality and softness of ambergris, the base note. <b>Fantasia De Fleurs </b>is a luxury perfume, as precious as a real diamond, lively and fresh but, at the same time, sensual and enveloping, ideal for women who want to enhance their femininity with delicacy without exaggerating with too intrusive perfumes. </div><div style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I hope that, reading this topic, you've spent peaceful moments, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">and with utmost gratitude, as usual, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I thank you for being faithful friends of <i>My Little Old World</i>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">See you soon </span><span style="text-align: left;">❤</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDJSwjmIyuxBrx6EAzRZqOLU2h0MDOFfkH5yWsE2jBE3sVWpd_TIriNu2dzGNagFLbR1iTVJjDwT-nfh4BtSwqPg7U1vypQ8hbazNf_O2otH7YqkujEW2DzPduDvZeMU9uVdvJg8-wg5LdouxikgzpdB853k0-PW1E5h1lLX3avJRuAd4Rpt7oKX3Q/s400/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDJSwjmIyuxBrx6EAzRZqOLU2h0MDOFfkH5yWsE2jBE3sVWpd_TIriNu2dzGNagFLbR1iTVJjDwT-nfh4BtSwqPg7U1vypQ8hbazNf_O2otH7YqkujEW2DzPduDvZeMU9uVdvJg8-wg5LdouxikgzpdB853k0-PW1E5h1lLX3avJRuAd4Rpt7oKX3Q/s16000/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO1MjuFPkLwwAd0xbQJDJ6Jb5cNRMhzWLF0z1F_i9vzlNNUr1V8-84rUzcG7_4J7y2ZElRuOkxtmqatIcUy7-qOHiqxKkR4pt4_ZkpKkD6UKZg_LJ_2BNUAn-ZcvRaRaK8gBTI5JDkmy_S0rjeEdVZ9s9n8AwVJvEW7ooV8m8zgR1H2t64Mcqvw_RK/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO1MjuFPkLwwAd0xbQJDJ6Jb5cNRMhzWLF0z1F_i9vzlNNUr1V8-84rUzcG7_4J7y2ZElRuOkxtmqatIcUy7-qOHiqxKkR4pt4_ZkpKkD6UKZg_LJ_2BNUAn-ZcvRaRaK8gBTI5JDkmy_S0rjeEdVZ9s9n8AwVJvEW7ooV8m8zgR1H2t64Mcqvw_RK/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>I Profumi dell'imperatrice: acqua di rosa, di viola e "Fantasia de Fleurs" di Creed</i></span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">IMMAGINE DI COPERTINA - L'imperatrice Elisabetta d'Austria</span></div><div style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></div><div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: x-large;">Si dice che ''La classe non è acqua' e persone eleganti come lo era Lei sono, ancor oggi, difficili da trovare</span><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: x-large;">.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">La storia racconta che l'imperatrice d'Austria, divenuta icona di bellezza e di stile per la sua grazia ed imponenza, non amasse truccarsi vistosamente e non avesse una particolare predilezione per i profumi; anzi, si lamentava quando Ludwig, il cugino bavarese a cui era profondamente legata, si profumava eccessivamente. E documenta una lettera che inviò a Francesco Giuseppe a Vienna quando era in Inghilterra, durante uno dei suoi tanti soggiorni in Gran Bretagna, che stare vicino alla principessa del Galles la infastidiva molto perché si spingeva troppo oltre con fragranze profumate forti, pesanti da sopportare. Questo non significa che non usasse profumi, piuttosto ci dice che preferiva usare essenze naturali con leggere note floreali. Il suo profumo preferito era, di gran lunga, quello della viola, seguito da quello della rosa.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Il profumo del suo viso era quello della <b>Crème Céleste</b>, che indossava ogni mattina e che donava alla sua pelle quell'aspetto sano e roseo che spesso possiamo ammirare nei suoi ritratti: essa, oltre a idratare la pelle, nascondeva le imperfezioni e il viso che appariva, quindi, impeccabile. Come abbiamo già visto </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">(</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://sweetlydreamingofthepast.blogspot.com/2016/04/victorian-age-cosmetics-beauty-recipes.html" style="font-family: georgia;">QUI</a><span style="font-family: georgia;"> potete leggere il post che </span><i style="font-family: georgia;">My Little Old</i><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><i style="font-family: georgia;">World</i><span style="font-family: georgia;"> dedicò alle ricette di bellezza risalenti all'epoca vittoriana</span></span><span><span style="font-size: x-large;">) la <b>Créme Céleste</b> era ampiamente utilizzata dalle donne vittoriane e ne esistevano numerose versioni. Ovviamente anche l'imperatrice aveva una sua personale ricetta secondo la quale veniva preparata dallo speziale di Corte: all'epoca questo era uno dei suoi segreti di bellezza, ma, come tutti gli altri, oggi non è più un mistero.</span></span></div></span><div><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: x-large;">Come documenta la direttrice del Museo Sissi di Vienna, attingendo agli archivi dello speziale imperiale, quello dell'imperatrice era preparata</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: x-large;">“… con cera bianca, bianco di balena, olio di mandorle dolci e acqua di rose. Un'altra crema che utilizzava (come dimostrano ricette cosmetiche recentemente scoperte) era la <b>Cold Crème</b>, apprezzata anche da molte dame di Corte. Consisteva in olio di mandorle, burro di cacao, cera d'api e acqua di rose e doveva il suo nome all'effetto rinfrescante che generava sulla pelle. Poiché l'emulsione acqua-olio è instabile e penetra facilmente nella pelle, l'acqua evapora rapidamente così che la crema dava luogo ad un piacevole effetto rinfrescante. Per lavarsi il viso usava principalmente acqua di rose, che protegge la pelle dalle irritazioni e allontana le impurità. Provava anche infusi di lavanda e naturalmente lozioni alle viole, che hanno un effetto tonificante, con cui inzuppava anche gli asciugamani che teneva tutta la notte avvolti intorno al collo, per evitare le rughe."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">IMMAGINE 2 - L'imperatrice fotografata con Houseguard, il suo amato levriero irlandese</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: x-large;">Come ben sapete, il punto di forza della Sua bellezza erano i Suoi capelli lunghissimi e stupefacenti, alla cui cura dedicava 3 ore al giorno. Essi pesavano 5 chili e le procuravano forti emicranie, tanto che prima di andare a letto venivano appesi a un lampadario per alleviare il Suo mal di testa. Terrorizzata dalla caduta dei capelli, quando era il momento di lavarli e asciugarli, cioè ogni 20 giorni, Ella era inavvicinabile da tutti per 12 ore: 20 tuorli d'uovo e una bottiglia di cognac venivano utilizzati per il Suo shampoo che le rendeva i capelli lucentissimi; la loro asciugatura, invece, prevedeva passeggiate per i corridoi del palazzo che l'imperatrice effettuava indossando un accappatoio impermeabile; per mantenere i Suoi capelli a posto durante la notte, essi venivano stesi su un materasso speciale in modo che le ciocche non si schiacciassero. Infine, quando era il momento della piega, ci voleva il tocco profumato: oltre alle essenze naturali, all'imperatrice piaceva la fragranza <b>Fantasia de Fleurs di Creed</b>. Fanny Angerer, la sua acconciatrice, gliela cospargeva sui capelli ed era, quindi, pronta per ammaliare la Sua Corte.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">IMMAGINE 3- LOGO di Creed</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Fantasia de Fleurs di Creed - Il profumo dell'imperatrice.</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">La storia di Creed inizia nel lontano 1760, quando l'azienda fu originariamente fondata come casa di sartoria a Londra da James Henry Creed. Oggi è una casa di profumeria di nicchia multinazionale anglo-francese, con sede a Parigi, ma vediamo esattamente come è nata la sua fama. Nel 1760 Re Giorgio</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">III</span> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah;">di Gran Bretagna </span><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah";">commissionò a James Henry Creed un paio di guanti su misura in pelle profumata da indossare quando avrebbe cavalcato il suo destriero al fine di a</span><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah";">pprezzarne appieno la fragranza. </span><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah";">Il sovrano commissionò a Creed anche la creazione del primissimo profumo della Maison: <b>Royal English Leather</b>, in cui il mandarino rende meno pesante il carattere impetuoso delle intense note cuoiate, il tutto addolcito dalla presenza del gelsomino. Nello stesso anno James Henry Creed fondò la Creed House che è arrivata ai giorni nostri proponendo fragranze ineguagliabili che sono diventate dei veri e propri oggetti di culto. </span></span><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: x-large;">Ma la sua vera fama risale alla metà dell'Ottocento quando, come celebre sartoria, realizzava abiti per il dandy alla moda Conte d'Orsay, per la regina Vittoria e per l'imperatrice Eugenia che fece dono alla firma Creed & Cumberland di un certificato di garanzia per i capi di sartoria. L'imperatrice dei Francesi vorrà che Henry Creed</span><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">II</span><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: xx-large;">, </span><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: x-large;">allora proprietario della Creed House, si trasferisca da Londra a Parigi sotto la sua protezione: era il 1854. </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah";">Le Case Reali europee non si sono risparmiate nel conferire i premi Creed House, data l'eccellenza nella creazione di abiti e fragranze di manifattura senza eguali. Ma veniamo al profumo di Sisi.</span><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah";"> Creato nel 1862 per l'imperatrice d'Austria-Ungheria, </span><b style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah";">Fantasia De Fleurs</b><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah";"> non ha perso il suo fascino da allora ed è ancora oggi uno dei profumi più apprezzati dalle donne romantiche e di classe. Un profumo classico ma sempre moderno che non passa mai di moda. Avete mai avuto modo di apprezzare questa fragranza? Il suo carattere sensuale e raffinato si unisce alla freschezza dei fiori primaverili, ecco perché </span><b style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah";">Fantasia De Fleurs</b><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah";"> è come una passeggiata in un giardino fiorito in una bella giornata di giugno. Consigliato per le calde giornate estive, </span><b style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah";">Fantasia De Fleurs</b><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah";"> vi avvolge in una nuvola di fiori colorati, accompagnando chi lo indossa in un viaggio senza tempo in cui si uniscono bellezza, seduzione e femminilità. Il viaggio con </span><b style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah";">Fantasia De Fleurs</b><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah";"> inizia con la sua particolare nota di testa di bergamotto, una miscela luminosa, dolce e agrumata che si fonde lentamente con l'essenza floreale della preziosa Rosa Bulgara e dell'Iris Fiorentino che rappresentano il cuore di questo profumo. L'anima femminile e sofisticata della Rosa Bulgara e l'essenza fresca e delicata dell'Iris si fondono poi in un'unica fragranza che dura nel tempo per poi lasciare spazio alla sensualità e alla morbidezza dell'ambra grigia, nota di fondo. </span><b style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah";">Fantasia De Fleurs </b><span style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah";">è un profumo di lusso, prezioso come un vero diamante, vivace e fresco ma, allo stesso tempo, sensuale e avvolgente, ideale per le donne che vogliono esaltare la propria femminilità con delicatezza senza esagerare con profumi troppo invadenti.</span></span></div></div></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Fleur De Leah; font-size: x-large;"><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Spero che la lettura di questo argomento vi abbia donato momenti di svago e spensieratezza,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">e con tutta la gratitudine possibile, </span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">come sempre Vi ringrazio per essere fedeli amici di </span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">My Little Old World</i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">A presto </span><span style="text-align: left;">❤</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrzkToh1mM_7XUZbMmPoKBgLNVykHfVAhVADLhcWJhTvtDkf0oKcPKH1F8Tay79MKlsqbay80D8fdto3ZOp-A70dwqICvHM-PMTuZwVjdTQGiFOfL9uEm0LuvGD2Yi9IwSdqPbbYNxCP_G2SMSkoOSFKTmdTSwjsIPJP84l62GTkOOla7QUOgcEkS/s400/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrzkToh1mM_7XUZbMmPoKBgLNVykHfVAhVADLhcWJhTvtDkf0oKcPKH1F8Tay79MKlsqbay80D8fdto3ZOp-A70dwqICvHM-PMTuZwVjdTQGiFOfL9uEm0LuvGD2Yi9IwSdqPbbYNxCP_G2SMSkoOSFKTmdTSwjsIPJP84l62GTkOOla7QUOgcEkS/s16000/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Fleur De Leah"; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi30nRu_HsdL2ka85L1xDDKjCjaFkvW8-JzfIAcI7wzkAbHb9CM8oi3_NlKmG0J02YBIlepmgYD0xRVH1Yx-b-s8950gRWAxDGfcFszZcVyG4E131Lo-FhE7NmRNXk9A9DMINQFjVc7F3lQFpzEFraD7T76m4EcSRLjS_gPpwlBTerEB8-BoXpVdlh4/s108/temp.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="91" data-original-width="108" height="91" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi30nRu_HsdL2ka85L1xDDKjCjaFkvW8-JzfIAcI7wzkAbHb9CM8oi3_NlKmG0J02YBIlepmgYD0xRVH1Yx-b-s8950gRWAxDGfcFszZcVyG4E131Lo-FhE7NmRNXk9A9DMINQFjVc7F3lQFpzEFraD7T76m4EcSRLjS_gPpwlBTerEB8-BoXpVdlh4/s1600/temp.png" width="108" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>LINKING WITH:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b><a href="http://www.stonecottageadventures.com/2023/05/tuesdays-with-twist-524-lets-party.html"><br /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="http://www.stonecottageadventures.com/2023/05/tuesdays-with-twist-524-lets-party.html">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/">PINK SATURDAY</a></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/05/spring-and-tea-party-on-wonderful.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/05/vintage-charm-party-388.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">VINTAGE CHARM PARTY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-61/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG-HOP</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></span></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-50037186376775557342023-01-28T17:20:00.022+01:002023-06-20T10:10:14.599+02:00"Godmersham Park" by Gill Hornby, a delightful jump back in time to Jane Austen's world <p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSAezmnRGXPrTqehyW_29lOsMNCcJJ0uJeKy9k3jN0AkUbaxjelqD-s_FNAaGlcZuU88lE3Dq8nrYKVJn3YsQ5z159UZi-SVJGk2oY6wiWCLp0_8WX-AR4CDg8IQyCYgFTiYaV9fYeGHpo8b3TIXDvkNIOHZwFoBHqSlQREkl28RZn0WyZfMKuTtsr/s721/a-fireside-read-william-mulready.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="721" data-original-width="599" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSAezmnRGXPrTqehyW_29lOsMNCcJJ0uJeKy9k3jN0AkUbaxjelqD-s_FNAaGlcZuU88lE3Dq8nrYKVJn3YsQ5z159UZi-SVJGk2oY6wiWCLp0_8WX-AR4CDg8IQyCYgFTiYaV9fYeGHpo8b3TIXDvkNIOHZwFoBHqSlQREkl28RZn0WyZfMKuTtsr/w531-h640/a-fireside-read-william-mulready.jpg" width="531" /></a></div><span style="text-align: left;"><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i>A Fireside Read</i> by William Mulready (1786-1863)</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: left;">The story I'm telling you today takes place in the year 1804: we're in England, and the story is Anne Sharp's. She was a young well-do-to woman who coming from London who became governess to Frances-Fanny Austen, Jane's niece as the daughter of her elder brother Edward. Anne was a minor figure in Jane’s life who has otherwise been ignored by biographers and scholars, but here she'e the main carachter.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: left;">As you surely rember, in a post of <i>My Little Old World</i> published some years ago about the art of Silhouettes, far famous in the Regency period, I considered a picture intitled <a href="https://sweetlydreamingofthepast.blogspot.com/2014/01/silhouettes-ancient-art-of-shadow.html">The first visit of Edward Austen to the Knights</a>: it sounds so uncommon for us today, but during the Regency it was far usual for families with numerous children to raise, to give at least one of them up for adoption to wealthy relatives; so it happened for Edward Austen, the older brother of Jane, who was eventually adopted by the Knight family becoming Edward Austen Knight.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: left;">Thomas and Catherine Knight had no other children, that's why when he remained orphan of 'mother' and 'father', he inherited, together with other estates in Steventon, Chawton and Wittersham, <b>Godmersham Estate</b>, where Anne went to work and live.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUFHwBzcdCewZn-JxiKltGZMX-wKtmobHwsJ6kuDGlzKd5HlmEkixH4tHPUeJku_0_52FJMdTTzEmNkew_1U-AOWJZsFK0eJM9JMMNDHtp9I74tMAu0X2RJwGlcf1qcaUORE0E1Rf_ng8los_RmBPgSaEb6nSieGeFkVS_4zTjOz-ynX7ijvve8H8M/s612/Godmersham%20Park%20in%20Kent,%20home%20of%20Jane%20Austen%E2%80%99s%20elder%20brother,%20Edward.%20Photograph%20Universal%20Art%20Archive%20Alamy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="364" data-original-width="612" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUFHwBzcdCewZn-JxiKltGZMX-wKtmobHwsJ6kuDGlzKd5HlmEkixH4tHPUeJku_0_52FJMdTTzEmNkew_1U-AOWJZsFK0eJM9JMMNDHtp9I74tMAu0X2RJwGlcf1qcaUORE0E1Rf_ng8los_RmBPgSaEb6nSieGeFkVS_4zTjOz-ynX7ijvve8H8M/w527-h314/Godmersham%20Park%20in%20Kent,%20home%20of%20Jane%20Austen%E2%80%99s%20elder%20brother,%20Edward.%20Photograph%20Universal%20Art%20Archive%20Alamy.png" width="527" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i>Godmersham Park in Kent, home of Jane Austen’s elder brother, Edward</i>. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Photograph Universal Art Archive Alamy</span></span></div><br /><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: left;">Her father was Edward's close friend, and, as soon as Anne lost her mother, he decided that she had to move herself to his estate and became his daughter's governess. At once Anne felt so sad at the very idea of leaving her home, her father and Agnes, the maid she was so affectionate to, to the point that she had became her closest friend and confident. But her father was adamant and that was his decision. Even though she couldn't understand it...</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: left;">At once it wasn't far easy to her to get suited to such a new life: to share her attic bedroom with the little Fanny, to eat a little, given the new cook, who was recently hired, wasn't far able to do her work, and to share her spare time with Fanny's uncle, Henry Austen, who was very frequently present at Godmersham and seemed interested in becoming Anne's friend, and maybe, something more than merely a friend. But Anne has never wanted a men by her side, and also when she has had the chance, she refused the very idea. She was appalled at the image of herself wife and mother since she was 16, such was her age when the first boy asked for her hand. As for her, in fact, we are reminded early that </div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: left;">“<i>behind every well-bred governess there was an absence of man</i>”. </div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: left;">By the time she encounters the dashing Henry Austen, readers will find the saga as entrancing as any of Austen’s own novels. </div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: left;">At once Anne feels annoyance in Henry's presence, she feels uncomfortable, but the more she find herself spending time in his company, the more she realizes that he is a really nice man. </div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim1ktO97REgKTlAMsUbpat2WxrJt6WTJmk2di6Bd-pDXxaqG4pehs6KIDy2SuDTajmh8OPYOTq8fCOQz8no8dFIt8XF-K1yur_BZC5DQXQP7l4qb9JUWlWI380-k2SvS-SElVa2Owf08HIflQJev67el54dU2ikCni7aVybJIZjOWWWbtOkYyPzWJs/s623/Thomas%20Henry%20Austen.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="623" data-original-width="503" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim1ktO97REgKTlAMsUbpat2WxrJt6WTJmk2di6Bd-pDXxaqG4pehs6KIDy2SuDTajmh8OPYOTq8fCOQz8no8dFIt8XF-K1yur_BZC5DQXQP7l4qb9JUWlWI380-k2SvS-SElVa2Owf08HIflQJev67el54dU2ikCni7aVybJIZjOWWWbtOkYyPzWJs/s16000/Thomas%20Henry%20Austen.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Henry Thomas Austen (1771-1850), Jane's fourth brother, who would become a</span></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"> militia officer, a banker</span></span><span style="font-family: times; text-align: left;"> and an a clergyman</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">An almost permanent guest at Godmersham was also Mr Edward Austen's sister-in-law, the sister of his wife Elizabeth, whose name was Harriot: she knew that Henry was then already married, but she also knew that his consort did not like to go to the imposing house of her brother-in-law in Kent, so Henry always traveled alone.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">This gave Harriot the opportunity not to hide her feelings for him, but Henry was overwhelmed by Anne's fascination. She, on the other hand, considered him a married man, pleasant, but married (he was then married to his cousin Eliza).</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Henry ed Harriot spent huge days together playing cards, having strolls in the woods and parks around, going fishing and drawing. Henry was a brilliant man who was already noted as a teenager for his intelligence and acumen, so much so that he became his father's favorite son and was adored by both the sisters of his Cassandra and Jane, especially from the youngest, Jane.</div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">As soon as Henry learned from Fanny that Anne complained of painful migraines and eye discomfort, he begged his sister-in-law Elizabeth to take charge of accompanying the young goveness to London to a qualified ophthalmologist to treat her ailment. And so it happened, indeed, and everything was done as he wanted and at his expenses. Honestly Anne could not justify such attention to her... perhaps Henry really cared more about her than he let on...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><div>To everything that happens in Godmersham it makes as a background a mystery, that of the disappearance of Anne's father who, once widowed by his wife, gets rid of his daughter, creating for her, as we have seen, a new life, and making lose any track of his in the London fog. Of this she'll never talk with anyone.</div><div>Anne recalls that her father's life had always been rather unusual, that he was often absent from home and for long periods: she assumed he was traveling for work reasons, but she never asked any questions also because when he returned her family reunited in harmony and with love and everything was forgotten.</div></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">In the Spring of 1805 Harriot was in Godmersham to take painting lessons from Henry. A</span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">ll this is perfectly consistent with reality and we find confirmation in Fanny's diaries where she wrote:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><i>Monday 27th May 1805: Father went to Canterbury to fetch Aunt Harriet [Harriot] to take drawing lessons from Uncle Henry Austen.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD33eT9jeNoG8j__vtl3-vBOTk6XexgLhhC0SD__QsgyDuk7Sxg_ITWLqGbLr34aNkLIWIrZ0ETg1N9-OoU9vz2PlsZDdpncIOhaSLRcrpNIAgkAOCDbzvEN_JN_51pxP3A9WXC1puTyjFa5hZ85NMqoFQIH_GgDL5Wzpclxqv_4Pfgo8Zt62ZUwJE/s526/Fanny%20in%20un%20acquerello%20di%20Cassandra%20Austen.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="409" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD33eT9jeNoG8j__vtl3-vBOTk6XexgLhhC0SD__QsgyDuk7Sxg_ITWLqGbLr34aNkLIWIrZ0ETg1N9-OoU9vz2PlsZDdpncIOhaSLRcrpNIAgkAOCDbzvEN_JN_51pxP3A9WXC1puTyjFa5hZ85NMqoFQIH_GgDL5Wzpclxqv_4Pfgo8Zt62ZUwJE/s16000/Fanny%20in%20un%20acquerello%20di%20Cassandra%20Austen.png" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Fanny portrayed as a teenager in a watercolor by Cassandra Austen</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">These papers, now held at the <i>Center for Kentish Study in Maidstone</i>, are obviously also a first-hand source for the overall story of Jane Austen's life, even if they have never been published in full so far. Fanny's son, Lord Brabourne, editor of the first edition of Jane Austen's letters, certainly used them for the biographical information included in the book, but then they remained unexplored, until, in the 80s of the last century, Deirdre Le Faye had the opportunity to use them in his researches concerning the Austenian biographical events. The diaries were also the primary source used by Margaret Wilson for her book on Fanny (Margaret Wilson, <i>Almost Another Sister. The Story of Fanny Knight, Jane Austen's Favorite Niece</i>, Kent Arts & Libraries, 1990).</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">As for what is told in the novel, I don't want to let you know anything else!</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">In the light of his historical background,<i style="font-weight: bold;"> Godmersham Park</i> thus configures as an enthralling novel which drive and immerse you in Jane Austen's world, where just a little is left, from the authoress Gill Hornby, to her fantasy: as I wrote above, most of the facts that are told are drawn from Fanny's journals and from her Aunt Jane's letters she treasured greatly and read for hours and hours. Her 'Aunt Writer' was her idol, something like a god she wanted to grow similar to. And Fanny was Jane's favorite nice, as she herself will write in a letter to her sister Cassandra:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><i>"</i></span><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><i>What you say about Fanny pleases me exceedingly; this summer I found her just like you describe, almost another Sister, and I never imagined that a niece could mean so much to me</i></span><i style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">"</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">It didn't matter that she was the daughter of her 'rich' brother: the main thing was the similarity of character that existed between them and the age difference which over the years would seem to become less and less - Fanny was born on 23 January 1793 when Aunt Jane had turned seventeen a little over a month ago.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">This novel gives us the chance to learn that the relationship between Fanny and Aunt Jane was very close, and the meetings between the two became even more frequent when the Austens, in 1809, went to live in Chawton, in the cottage that Edward had made available to their mother and sisters. In Chawton there was in fact another large manor house, called the "Great House", to which visits by the Godmersham family were not infrequent.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqkBuzuOGR-bc6DvHaCsEV8t1wAN5CnH-7uG7Zw_K6cFtDZ50ARld8HRjZQ1QveoqIVtPtpnCIAKjYoykKc8BZTBJCYfD80uzYbCMO9ezuTau-J4_4emM29WykZisLz5vv--Rbk8MVFR7j2-J7aLoGqWh8y6AeREJuA7hP7FVZPh5Fu9mRBfvIHO9/s867/Godmersham%20Park%20by%20Gill%20Hornby.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="536" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqkBuzuOGR-bc6DvHaCsEV8t1wAN5CnH-7uG7Zw_K6cFtDZ50ARld8HRjZQ1QveoqIVtPtpnCIAKjYoykKc8BZTBJCYfD80uzYbCMO9ezuTau-J4_4emM29WykZisLz5vv--Rbk8MVFR7j2-J7aLoGqWh8y6AeREJuA7hP7FVZPh5Fu9mRBfvIHO9/w129-h208/Godmersham%20Park%20by%20Gill%20Hornby.jpg" width="129" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">G</span><b style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-style: italic;"><i>odmersham Park</i></b><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">, </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">which we can fully define as an historical novel, will make you feel, page after page, part of Jane Austen's life.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><div>I wholeheartedly recommend you to read it, for me it was truly a joy to find myself next to some people who really lived in a world that I have always admired.</div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><b><i>GODMERSHAM PARK</i></b>,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Gill Hornby, Penguin Editions, 2022</span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;">See you soon <span style="text-align: left;">❤</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;">Dear Readers and Friends, </div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;">I hope you'll welcome my warmest embrace with gladness </div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyo8ApUSTD2nzQ9aPtV2TvTtZiefPSU8ZVhWF70hHGcMxZfP8yi2WFIbfwsOnSkq98w8VWv67gA8IZAyiDMz6E2e9688I1MXSv3ZwjOHSQTkD0pKqgKDJdFIPi2rbOe2bqSUsZ185_YuSUoh-2ntAQX8Ucdc5mJ43Zt-IoKY3fuDL89BbSRlFo9RF/s400/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyo8ApUSTD2nzQ9aPtV2TvTtZiefPSU8ZVhWF70hHGcMxZfP8yi2WFIbfwsOnSkq98w8VWv67gA8IZAyiDMz6E2e9688I1MXSv3ZwjOHSQTkD0pKqgKDJdFIPi2rbOe2bqSUsZ185_YuSUoh-2ntAQX8Ucdc5mJ43Zt-IoKY3fuDL89BbSRlFo9RF/s16000/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" /></a></div><div><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivL0N4v2Xh6-8Y55GUpXxQK_gELbj7XL-HpeCysc1g-M0i1QmDgWAdYcdLDl1cGf6cPF67dN62rUF2k-p8obIiq34o48FoDeJ1S7fPpSlkI-8oiu2cfR0263reNrnx-nWmsOSaAZaZkl08pckngEIy-WCgWnoAjobBsL4YPFF3qgjc-LJwTAVAjDsA/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivL0N4v2Xh6-8Y55GUpXxQK_gELbj7XL-HpeCysc1g-M0i1QmDgWAdYcdLDl1cGf6cPF67dN62rUF2k-p8obIiq34o48FoDeJ1S7fPpSlkI-8oiu2cfR0263reNrnx-nWmsOSaAZaZkl08pckngEIy-WCgWnoAjobBsL4YPFF3qgjc-LJwTAVAjDsA/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>"Godmersham Park" di Gill Hornby, un delizioso salto indietro nel tempo nel mondo di Jane Austen</i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span>IMMAGINE 1 -</span><i> A Fireside Read</i><span> by William Mulready (1786-1863)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">La storia che vi racconterò oggi è ambientata nel 1804: siamo in Inghilterra e la storia è quella di Anne Sharp. Costei era una giovane donna benestante, proveniente da Londra, che divenne istitutrice di Frances-Fanny Austen, nipote di Jane in quanto figlia di suo fratello maggiore Edward. Anne è stata una figura minore nella vita di Jane Austen, spesso ignorata da biografi e studiosi, ma qui è lei ad essere la vera protagonista.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Come sicuramente ricorderete, in un post di <i>My Little Old World</i> pubblicato alcuni anni fa sull'arte delle Silhouettes, molto famosa nel periodo Regency, presi in considerazione un'immagine intitolata <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8780738657147797732/5003718637677555734#">La prima visita di Edward Austen ai Knights</a>: suona così insolito per noi oggi, ma in epoca Regency era assai usuale per le famiglie con prole numerosa da allevare, darne almeno uno in adozione a parenti facoltosi; così accadde per Edward Austen, fratello maggiore di Jane, che alla fine è stato adottato dalla famiglia Knight diventando Edward Austen Knight.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Thomas e Catherine Knight non avevano altri figli, per questo, quando rimase orfano di 'madre' e 'padre', egli ereditò, insieme con altre proprietà a Steventon, Chawton e Wittersham, la tenuta di <b>Godmersham Estate</b>, dove Anne andò a lavorare e vivere.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span>IMMAGINE 2 -</span><span> </span><i style="text-align: left;">Godmersham Park in Kent, home of Jane Austen’s elder brother, Edward</i><span style="text-align: left;">. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Photograph Universal Art Archive Alamy</span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="text-align: left;"><span><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Suo padre era un caro amico di Edward e, non appena Anne perse la madre, egli decise che ella dovesse trasferirsi nella sua tenuta e diventare l'istitutrice di sua figlia. Subito Anne si sentì così triste all'idea di lasciare la sua casa, suo padre e Agnes, la domestica a cui era tanto affezionata al punto da essere diventata la sua più cara amica e confidente. Ma suo padre era inamovibile e quella era la sua decisione. Anche se lei non riusciva a comprenderla...</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Non fu molto facile per Anne adattarsi a una vita nuova: dividere la sua stanza da letto nella mansarda con la piccola Fanny, mangiare poco, visto che la nuova cuoca, assunta di recente, non sapeva fare il suo lavoro, e condividere il suo tempo libero con lo zio di Fanny, Henry Austen, che era molto spesso presente a Godmersham e sembrava interessato a suo amico. E forse qualcosa di più di un semplice amico. Ma Anne non aveva mai voluto un uomo al suo fianco, e anche quando le accadde di averne l'opportunità, rifiutò sempre le proposte che le venivano fatte. Era sconvolta dall'immagine di se stessa moglie e madre da quando aveva 16 anni, tale era la sua età quando il primo ragazzo le chiese la mano. </div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Quanto a lei, infatti, ci viene ricordato presto che</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">“<i>dietro ogni istitutrice ben preparata c'era l'assenza di una figura maschile</i>".</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Dal momento in cui incontrerà l'affascinante Henry, i lettori troveranno la saga affascinante come uno dei numerosi romanzi della Austen.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Subito Anne proverà quasi fastidio alla sua presenza, si sentiva a disagio, ma più si troverà a trascorrere del tempo in sua compagnia, più si renderà conto che era davvero un uomo simpatico.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="text-align: left;">IMMAGINE 3 - Henry Thomas Austen (1771-1850), quarto fratello di Jane, che divenne ufficiale, banchiere e uomo di culto</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Ospite quasi permanente di Godmersham era anche la cognata di Mr Edward Austen, la sorella di sua moglie Elizabeth, il cui nome era Harriot: ella sapeva che allora Henry era già sposato, ma sapeva anche che alla sua consorte non piaceva recarsi in visita presso l'imponente dimora di suo cognato nel Kent, quindi Henry viaggiava sempre da solo.</div><div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Questo concedeva ad Harriot l'opportunità di non nascondere i suoi sentimenti per lui, ma Henry era sopraffatto dal fascino di Anne. Quest'ultima, però, lo considerava un uomo già impegnato, simpatico, ma coniugato (era a quel tempo sposato con la cugina Eliza). Henry ed Harriot trascorrevano intere giornate insieme giocando a carte, passeggiando nei boschi e nei parchi intorno, andando a pescare e disegnando.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Henry era un uomo brillante che già da adolescente si faceva notare per la sua intelligenza e per il suo acume, tanto da diventare il figlio prediletto di suo padre ed essere adorato da entrambe le sorelle Cassandra e Jane, soprattutto dalla minore, Jane.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Non appena Henry venne a sapere da Fanny che Anne lamentava dolorose emicranie e fastidio agli occhi, pregò sua cognata Elizabeth di farsi carico di accompagnare la giovane istitutrice a Londra da un oftalmologo qualificato per curare la sua malattia. E così accadde, e si fece come voleva lui e a sue spese. Onestamente Anne non riusciva giustificare tanta attenzione nei suoi confronti... forse a Henry importava davvero di lei più di quanto lasciasse intendere...</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">A tutto ciò che accade a Godmersham fa da sfondo un mistero, quello della scomparsa del padre di Anne che, una volta rimasto vedovo dalla moglie, si sbarazza della figlia, creando per lei, come abbiamo visto, una nuova vita, e facendo perdere ogni la sua traccia nella nebbia londinese. Di questo ella non parlerà mai con nessuno.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Anne ricorda che la vita del padre era sempre stata piuttosto insolita, che era spesso assente da casa e per lunghi periodi: lei presumeva fosse in viaggio per motivi di lavoro, ma non fece mai domande anche perché al suo ritorno la sua famiglia si riuniva sempre in armonia e con amore e tutto veniva dimenticato. </span></div></div><div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Nella primavera del 1805 Harriot si trovava a Godmersham per prendere lezioni di pittura da Henry. </span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Tutto ciò è perfettamente aderente alla realtà e ne troviamo conferma nei diari di Fanny dove ella scrisse: </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><i>Lunedì 27 maggio 1805: Papà è andato a Canterbury a prendere zia Harriet [Harriot] per farle prendere lezioni di disegno da zio Henry Austen. </i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span>IMMAGINE 4 - </span><span style="text-align: center;">Fanny ritratta da adolescente in un'acquerello di Cassandra Austen</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Tali incartamenti, conservati attualmente presso il <i>Centre for Kentish Study a Maidstone</i>, sono ovviamente anche una fonte di prima mano per le vicende complessive della vita di Jane Austen, anche se finora non sono mai stati pubblicati integralmente. Il figlio di Fanny, Lord Brabourne, curatore della prima edizione delle lettere di Jane, se ne servì sicuramente per le notizie biografiche inserite nel libro, ma poi rimasero inesplorati, fino a quando, negli anni ’80 del secolo scorso, Deirdre Le Faye ebbe la possibilità di utilizzarli nelle sue ricerche riguardanti le vicende biografiche austeniane. I diari sono stati anche la fonte principale usata da Margaret Wilson per il suo libro su Fanny (Margaret Wilson, <i>Almost Another Sister. The Story of Fanny Knight, Jane Austen’s Favourite Niece</i>, Kent Arts & Libraries, 1990).</span></div></div><div><div><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Quanto alle vicende narrate nel romanzo, altro non voglio anticiparvi!</span></div></div></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Alla luce del suo retroterra storico, <i style="font-weight: bold;">Godmersham Park</i> si configura come un romanzo avvincente che vi guida e vi immerge nel mondo di Jane Austen, dove poco è lasciato, dall'autrice Gill Hornby, alla sua fantasia: la maggior parte dei fatti che vengono raccontati sono tratti, come detto poco sopra, dai diari di Fanny e dalle lettere ricevute da sua zia Jane, lettere che custodiva molto caramente e che leggeva per ore e ore. La 'zia scrittrice' era il suo idolo, qualcosa come una divinità cui voleva diventare simile. E Fanny era la nipote prediletta di Jane, come ella stessa scriverà in una lettera alla sorella Cassandra:</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><i>"Quello che dici di Fanny mi fa estremamente piacere; questa estate l’ho trovata proprio come la descrivi tu, quasi un’altra Sorella, e non avrei mai immaginato che una nipote potesse significare così tanto per me."</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Poco importava che fosse la figlia del fratello 'ricco': la cosa principale era l'affinità di carattere che esisteva tra di loro e la differenza di età che con gli anni sembrerà farsi sempre meno - Fanny era nata il 23 gennaio 1793 quando zia Jane aveva compiuto diciassette anni da poco più di un mese. </div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Da questo romanzo apprendiamo quindi che il rapporto tra Fanny e la zia Jane fu molto stretto, e gli incontri tra le due si fecero ancora più frequenti quando le Austen, nel 1809, andarono a vivere a Chawton, nel cottage che Edward aveva messo a disposizione della madre e delle sorelle. A Chawton c’era infatti un’altra grande villa padronale, chiamata la «Great House», nella quale non erano infrequenti le visite della famiglia di Godmersham.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqkBuzuOGR-bc6DvHaCsEV8t1wAN5CnH-7uG7Zw_K6cFtDZ50ARld8HRjZQ1QveoqIVtPtpnCIAKjYoykKc8BZTBJCYfD80uzYbCMO9ezuTau-J4_4emM29WykZisLz5vv--Rbk8MVFR7j2-J7aLoGqWh8y6AeREJuA7hP7FVZPh5Fu9mRBfvIHO9/s867/Godmersham%20Park%20by%20Gill%20Hornby.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: "Times New Roman"; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="536" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqkBuzuOGR-bc6DvHaCsEV8t1wAN5CnH-7uG7Zw_K6cFtDZ50ARld8HRjZQ1QveoqIVtPtpnCIAKjYoykKc8BZTBJCYfD80uzYbCMO9ezuTau-J4_4emM29WykZisLz5vv--Rbk8MVFR7j2-J7aLoGqWh8y6AeREJuA7hP7FVZPh5Fu9mRBfvIHO9/w129-h208/Godmersham%20Park%20by%20Gill%20Hornby.jpg" width="129" /></a><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><b><i>Godmersham Park</i></b>, che possiamo, quindi, definire a pieno titolo un romanzo storico, vi farà sentire, pagina dopo pagina, parte della vita di Jane Austen.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Vi consiglio con tutto il cuore di leggerlo, per me è stata davvero una gioia trovarmi a fianco di persone che realmente sono vissute in un mondo che ho sempre ammirato.</div></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><b><i>GODMERSHAM PARK</i></b>,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Gill Hornby, Edizioni Penguin, 2022</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A presto </span><span style="text-align: left;">❤</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cari Amici e Lettori,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">vi giunga gradito il mio più caloroso abbraccio</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfuntI0QP5F2NZjkKaPrp-CEGA4SJPHpsWR2DlULIByBqWAX_5juqkTTh66By0dhZKUc4zV8ekIs9lcrKOVQQ0DuLjJ8KdVBH9tJ6nJdntTHfNWqUDyBYna2Wz4-iacPhxWZBfBIrz0TntFESvnKbQ7IGtJaYvybU0YKvUnRGSeGMRPvLoopck_R2u/s400/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfuntI0QP5F2NZjkKaPrp-CEGA4SJPHpsWR2DlULIByBqWAX_5juqkTTh66By0dhZKUc4zV8ekIs9lcrKOVQQ0DuLjJ8KdVBH9tJ6nJdntTHfNWqUDyBYna2Wz4-iacPhxWZBfBIrz0TntFESvnKbQ7IGtJaYvybU0YKvUnRGSeGMRPvLoopck_R2u/s16000/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3x5R5a01MNECZ1dhj4sH5wMQ3QjEZDXrHRw1o9gwgA05MMO1McPQcgPtvEWIM4nACh7_BEs27ZOC4smXe3DYlTgM2rN74C-DcLKRuBPV1mXtJN4Lj5fcCss9fRWs0aCEOkSI14JCWAcGqcYLB82u1Yy1Ugh-GilSjtB7VaRCe5Hf48wLhRQhcl58I/s108/temp.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="91" data-original-width="108" height="91" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3x5R5a01MNECZ1dhj4sH5wMQ3QjEZDXrHRw1o9gwgA05MMO1McPQcgPtvEWIM4nACh7_BEs27ZOC4smXe3DYlTgM2rN74C-DcLKRuBPV1mXtJN4Lj5fcCss9fRWs0aCEOkSI14JCWAcGqcYLB82u1Yy1Ugh-GilSjtB7VaRCe5Hf48wLhRQhcl58I/s1600/temp.png" width="108" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">LINKING WITH:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href=" https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com/2023/01/puppy-party-awww-monday-inspiring-quote.html">AWWW MONDAYS</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://familycorner.blogspot.com/2023/01/blog-365-30-happy-homemaker-monday.html?sc=1675095427458#c1235058940625517989"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HAPPY HOMEMAKER MONDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2023/01/tuesdays-with-twist-blog-hop-510.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/01/wonderful-wednesday-blog-hop_01818524141.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/2023/02/anything-goes-pink-saturday-february-4-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">PINK SATURDAY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lifeasaleowife.com/2023/02/05/happiness-is-homemade-465/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HAPPINESS IS HOMEMADE</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-5/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG HOP</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/homestead-blog-hop-437/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HOMESTEAD BLOG HOP</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/03/vintage-charm-party-382.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.ourhopefulhome.com/2023/03/vintage-charm-party-382.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">VINTAGE CHARM PARTY</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://katherinescorner.com/2023/05/04/say-cheese-and-tft-blog-hop/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">THURSDAY FAVORITE THINGS</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="http://www.ahomemakersheart.com/2023/06/encouraging-hearts-and-home-june-1-2023.html#more"><span>ENCOURAGING HEARTS AND HOME</span></a> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://goodrandomfun.blogspot.com/2023/06/moma.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">LITTLE THINGS THURSDAY</span></a></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; font-size: large;"><br /></div></div></span></span></div></div></span><p></p>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780738657147797732.post-62223794475664173982023-01-20T10:09:00.013+01:002023-05-19T10:21:32.392+02:00HISTORY OF FASHION ~ Early Victorian Winter Mantelet or Mantlet<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJzG8cVBvCvqlR9qBB4iCjozsPId1_K1WSpVCr7G09B4AXdswqCvOyOcvPZwAbYEiXNPnq-5u1jCniJxAQGZj7EIIQX5kCWbzFH3LWbSn60mPjUTJqjVdcCYdEfPQYVlnhiItR9qWDmZP79xS4fdPqj9m-zi8DzMA1bXAz-cXN06yCZ6qWbW6rk-Le/s562/Two%20young%20Victorian%20ladies%20wearing%20mantlets%20according%20to%201850s%20fashion_My%20Little%20Old%20World.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="562" data-original-width="403" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJzG8cVBvCvqlR9qBB4iCjozsPId1_K1WSpVCr7G09B4AXdswqCvOyOcvPZwAbYEiXNPnq-5u1jCniJxAQGZj7EIIQX5kCWbzFH3LWbSn60mPjUTJqjVdcCYdEfPQYVlnhiItR9qWDmZP79xS4fdPqj9m-zi8DzMA1bXAz-cXN06yCZ6qWbW6rk-Le/s16000/Two%20young%20Victorian%20ladies%20wearing%20mantlets%20according%20to%201850s%20fashion_My%20Little%20Old%20World.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Two young Victorian ladies wearing mantlets according to 1850s fashion</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">WHAT IS A MANTLE CLOTHING</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Coats can have many names, but similar terms like mantles and mantelets are confusing. A mantle was originally a long flowing cloak without sleeves that developed into a capacious coat. A mantle would be at least three-quarter length to floor length. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNf49KucpstQ3FL42Se0X6zsp2D7Yr-qxLXg5zPOTpAAYXooeCy5tTMg6YdX4Y6m0qe-Xyem9tCwrwrkjvTsUBDUCLiP_CDPXod9gHAkr95mX3j1lV7Ck9XnNWT2lazyc13FxhxXicttltjQpS-NqIysl97CluWfi48ISgWfukf65EinGiFK-4i_TT/s752/Victorian%20Mantle%20Cloack_My%20Little%20Old%20World.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNf49KucpstQ3FL42Se0X6zsp2D7Yr-qxLXg5zPOTpAAYXooeCy5tTMg6YdX4Y6m0qe-Xyem9tCwrwrkjvTsUBDUCLiP_CDPXod9gHAkr95mX3j1lV7Ck9XnNWT2lazyc13FxhxXicttltjQpS-NqIysl97CluWfi48ISgWfukf65EinGiFK-4i_TT/w285-h380/Victorian%20Mantle%20Cloack_My%20Little%20Old%20World.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">A Victorian Lady wearing a mantle</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">A mantelet is a shorter coat with cloak or wrap like qualities often emanating from interestingly devised sleeves or illusion of sleeves. Mantelet can be spelt mantlet.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">The early mantelet or mantelet, mantles clothing of 1730 began life as a simple silk or taffeta cape with a scarf-like formation. It had longer front points that passed and crossed to the waist, often being able to be passed to the back. It came back into favor in various similar forms in the late 1820s, but then the scarf ends reached the knees and sometimes it was called a pelerine.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">It remained popular as a scarf like form until the 1840s when it was somewhat supplanted by a fashion for fine wool shawls.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">Then, in the 1850s, it revived as a dominant style trend, becoming a fashion garment in its own right, a true style staple that changed the value of the clothes worn underneath and gave the finishing touch to the silhouette.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;">VICTORIAN MANTLETS</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><div>In the early and mid-Victorian era, the mantlet appeared as a harmonious garment, perfectly balanced in length between front and back.</div><div>Later it will lose this harmony and will, in fact, become longer to fan out on the hips in order to embrace the dome of the skirts with crinoline which had become wider. Over time the mantlet evolved to become almost a half-jacket with full sleeves, as the arrival of the bustle induced it to become much shorter at the back, often breaking off at the waist, and developing drapes or tails that parted radially or spread out separately above the skirt. The back was invariably different than the front view: sometimes it had longer back tails and a short front and other times it had longer front tails and a shorter back.</div><div>In the late Victorian era there will be two main styles of mantlet and what set them apart was how the sleeve area was handled. In both models the sleeves existed, but sometimes they appeared as if they were an illusion: in the first case the sleeve was very evident and was defined as a <i>DOLMAN</i>, it was cut wide and generous especially very wide towards the wrist; </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBVTMMHsPOCRpz2U1iAc33quQZBYM8wpVgrfxZMcnSV6i4P1KYEP8hScxToN43ap37gVwbT6srrBTOxTys_nkmm0QFDifIHbqKFDmcxSK42KE3MLdDUNmJVxoMDaXxj-MS6iQyw_vzTG6kAKDsRoZc4b0MP2o7PBPbDgGKn6PfYfYtA2PP8oeoBQBG/s568/Mantlet%20with%20Dolman%20Sleeves_My%20Little%20old%20World%20copy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="568" data-original-width="476" height="532" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBVTMMHsPOCRpz2U1iAc33quQZBYM8wpVgrfxZMcnSV6i4P1KYEP8hScxToN43ap37gVwbT6srrBTOxTys_nkmm0QFDifIHbqKFDmcxSK42KE3MLdDUNmJVxoMDaXxj-MS6iQyw_vzTG6kAKDsRoZc4b0MP2o7PBPbDgGKn6PfYfYtA2PP8oeoBQBG/w446-h532/Mantlet%20with%20Dolman%20Sleeves_My%20Little%20old%20World%20copy.png" width="446" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>in the second case it blended in with the drapes of the mantlet.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMLL6o4Ktb8jc2-aJTK8V3ceHYpp6QhyOM7Ey-X5xtnXsCpJuRgNhm3yb1IePTNf2vM1zK_3xmPEML6xQ8tzSbwKLhtEaLYG9i6FbCkE1UgE0srRk7oB8SCnBTA_0PN5b3OJDqVYdYM52-KU-yeAWd512XtExnk72OdWxLZEv7l1zXxPYZ3euWFGBs/s620/Mantlet%20wit%20Illusion%20Sleeves_My%20Little%20Old%20World.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="620" data-original-width="481" height="575" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMLL6o4Ktb8jc2-aJTK8V3ceHYpp6QhyOM7Ey-X5xtnXsCpJuRgNhm3yb1IePTNf2vM1zK_3xmPEML6xQ8tzSbwKLhtEaLYG9i6FbCkE1UgE0srRk7oB8SCnBTA_0PN5b3OJDqVYdYM52-KU-yeAWd512XtExnk72OdWxLZEv7l1zXxPYZ3euWFGBs/w446-h575/Mantlet%20wit%20Illusion%20Sleeves_My%20Little%20Old%20World.png" width="446" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>In late Victorian times, when worn with tonally suitable dress and thus part of a visiting dressing gown, the mantlet will be referred to as a <i>VISITING MANTLET</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLq69fqOu5GA9tX6eJ8T-fhXzRAs4M8nEIhV0vn8eRQFNBZ3F2sSO5md-yBBz_96-4_fjQJSqaMDb5SRwxXqjjYsfrScJ7vQpt4DGqEkjEOc516KED6Ze0VJ2qvgCIj0qT4X_yNuxOFkcUJ7N7djIelYYqV1iDd185TzCnhnOuNV1BZZuzntrSYRD1/s580/Visiting%20Mantlet_My%20Little%20Old%20World%20(1).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="479" height="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLq69fqOu5GA9tX6eJ8T-fhXzRAs4M8nEIhV0vn8eRQFNBZ3F2sSO5md-yBBz_96-4_fjQJSqaMDb5SRwxXqjjYsfrScJ7vQpt4DGqEkjEOc516KED6Ze0VJ2qvgCIj0qT4X_yNuxOFkcUJ7N7djIelYYqV1iDd185TzCnhnOuNV1BZZuzntrSYRD1/w440-h533/Visiting%20Mantlet_My%20Little%20Old%20World%20(1).png" width="440" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>As for the fabrics most used for this lovely garment, the tailors made use of smooth velvet, plush cloth, broadcloth and corduroy.</div><div>All mantlets were richly trimmed with decorations and borders that changed with the fluctuating styles, personal tastes and, as mentioned above, according to the fullness of the skirts; they were often adorned with contrasting moiré, fur, bands of velvet. They could also be finished with macrame fringe and lace appliqués, used to add a touch of elegance and lightness.</div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWgfJRJkBBCtQtLXCnn7AVT8A1ruPRqlspBlWs4tHC-z9hC_jxdd9Qtkeoe8EskhXftTceD4SHY68WDzYDHKxhedUYnz1v0kVF_s5LFf2yg4vjxvXE6V156cy_18zoE6h4KAtUIjUHjplpsg4TCIc-QrXjLBMa4TwsjEDrUjAy37rA-ARAOP0x8V1/s1777/Victorian%20Mantlets_My%20Little%20Old%20World.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="681" data-original-width="1777" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWgfJRJkBBCtQtLXCnn7AVT8A1ruPRqlspBlWs4tHC-z9hC_jxdd9Qtkeoe8EskhXftTceD4SHY68WDzYDHKxhedUYnz1v0kVF_s5LFf2yg4vjxvXE6V156cy_18zoE6h4KAtUIjUHjplpsg4TCIc-QrXjLBMa4TwsjEDrUjAy37rA-ARAOP0x8V1/w510-h196/Victorian%20Mantlets_My%20Little%20Old%20World.png" width="510" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglIaBapdakOHL6PPc2XpkTeQBBS_InhRmne96DqAqY4KZIV2I8o4xwWa3ycEPm_lKtOUy4ZW9C97Lr1WXbiKkPqVJilQ5BMp4ThORD-TtyZR2h57cv5TgAvWYCOQZQn0M_uTLoKIRCyqkBECSrBUWBw6cYqZDdwF7cpJVuW18u8I5iJmjEV5Br_H4k/s1734/Victorian%20Mantlets%202_My%20Little%20Old%20World%20copy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="683" data-original-width="1734" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglIaBapdakOHL6PPc2XpkTeQBBS_InhRmne96DqAqY4KZIV2I8o4xwWa3ycEPm_lKtOUy4ZW9C97Lr1WXbiKkPqVJilQ5BMp4ThORD-TtyZR2h57cv5TgAvWYCOQZQn0M_uTLoKIRCyqkBECSrBUWBw6cYqZDdwF7cpJVuW18u8I5iJmjEV5Br_H4k/w509-h200/Victorian%20Mantlets%202_My%20Little%20Old%20World%20copy.png" width="509" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">IMAGES</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">All the sketches published in this post were taken from <i>Le Moniteur De La Mode</i> of April 1850 and an advertisement for <i>Sewell and Comp Soho, London</i> of 1852.</div></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">In the hope You've enjoyed the time we spent together today, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">with sincere thankfulness I'm sending my dearest hug to You, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">Dearest Readers and Friends of mine!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">See you soon </span>❤</div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPlhG_GMsrqkVUE148mma6ZQllGLEDqa8jQPocjVW5QcKiWTYzDxXPhBSem47UgrIIWKA14xZ5mXI6aBcbDc9DJmW_Ipfv8Ho6i7Ngt30WaXSwc4Ds9UG-ni_HlWl3svs4a4uG_vd_wughPpIk-LPBKM9m_wgSmbKVQx-xtvnIN0HFvC5_pfJnabx3/s400/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPlhG_GMsrqkVUE148mma6ZQllGLEDqa8jQPocjVW5QcKiWTYzDxXPhBSem47UgrIIWKA14xZ5mXI6aBcbDc9DJmW_Ipfv8Ho6i7Ngt30WaXSwc4Ds9UG-ni_HlWl3svs4a4uG_vd_wughPpIk-LPBKM9m_wgSmbKVQx-xtvnIN0HFvC5_pfJnabx3/s16000/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSwRLfACiIGPDMTd7aTXbiJownzgcuSFOAztYGjPlYA95pLIzd-oCZJeVRN2hGqCUuEaYYUNjhbtVHwtPLjhRsGDz0n0JmwJG-FmvgwMtFcT_wnzMzxIkxurk0fUCOgr2p6TqRf6RBqbD7_lBjkxyUUapZbt64St4By60_u73aiMTBjGqQ3Qyvarq/s752/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSwRLfACiIGPDMTd7aTXbiJownzgcuSFOAztYGjPlYA95pLIzd-oCZJeVRN2hGqCUuEaYYUNjhbtVHwtPLjhRsGDz0n0JmwJG-FmvgwMtFcT_wnzMzxIkxurk0fUCOgr2p6TqRf6RBqbD7_lBjkxyUUapZbt64St4By60_u73aiMTBjGqQ3Qyvarq/w300-h400/Testo%20in%20Italiano%20di%20seguito.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">STORIA DELLA MODA ~ <i>Mantlets invernali </i>del primo periodo vittoriano</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">IMMAGINE DI COPERTINA - Due giovani ladies vittoriane che indossano <i>mantles</i> seguendo i dettami della moda degli anni '50 del 1800</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab;"><br /></span></div><div><span><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">IL MANTELLO</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">I cappotti possono avere molti nomi, ma termini simili come mantelli e mantelline creano, ancora oggi, confusione. Il mantello era originariamente una lunga cappa fluttuante senza maniche che si trasformava in un generoso cappotto e, generalmente, doveva essere lungo almeno tre quarti rispetto alla statura di chi lo vestiva. </div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">IMMAGINE 2 - Giovane donna vittoriana con mantello</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Un <i>mantelet</i> o <i>mantlet </i>era un capo più corto, svolazzante o avvolgente, qualità che spesso si coniugavano con la creazione di maniche ideate in modo interessante e personalizzato. </div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">I primi <i>mantlets</i> furono creati nel 1730 come semplici mantelli di seta o taffetà ed avevano il taglio simile ad una sciarpa. Avevano punte anteriori più lunghe che raggiungevano la vita e si incrociavano e potevano spesso essere passate dietro la schiena. Il <i>mantlet</i> tornò in auge in varie forme simili alla fine del 1820, quando le estremità della sciarpa arrivarono fino alle ginocchia e talvolta, in quel caso, veniva chiamata <i>pellerine</i>. Rimase popolare come sciarpa fino al 1840, quando fu in qualche modo soppiantata dalla moda per gli scialli di lana fine.</div></span><span><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Quindi, nel 1850, riprese vita come tendenza di stile dominante, diventando un indumento di moda a sé stante, un vero punto di forza dello stile che mutava il valore degli abiti indossati sotto e che conferiva il tocco finale alla <i>silhouette</i>.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">IL <i>MANTLET </i> VITTORIANO</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">All'inizio e a metà dell'era vittoriana il <i>mantlet</i> appariva come un capo armonioso, perfettamente bilanciato, quanto a lunghezza, tra davanti e dietro. </div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">In seguito perderà questa armonia e diventerà, infatti, più lungo per aprirsi a ventaglio sui fianchi onde abbracciare la cupola delle gonne con crinolina che si era fatta più ampia. Col tempo il <i>mantlet</i> si è evoluto fino a diventare quasi una mezza giacca con maniche ampie, perché l'arrivo del <i>bustle</i> lo ha indotto a farsi molto più corto posteriormente, troncandosi spesso all'altezza della vita, e sviluppando drappeggi o code che si aprivano a raggiera o si allargavano separatamente sopra la gonna. La parte posteriore era invariabilmente diversa rispetto alla vista frontale: a volte aveva code posteriori più lunghe e una parte anteriore corta e altre volte aveva, invece, code anteriori più lunghe e una parte posteriore più corta.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Nell'era tardo vittoriana esisteranno due stili principali di <i>mantlet</i> e ciò che li distingueva era come veniva gestita la zona della manica. In entrambi i modelli le maniche esistevano, ma a volte apparivano come se non ci fossero: nel primo caso la manica era molto evidente ed era definita <i>DOLMAN</i>,<i> </i>era tagliata ampia e generosa soprattutto molto larga verso il polso; </div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">IMMAGINE 3 - Mantlet con maniche a <i>DOLMAN</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">nel secondo caso si confondeva con i drappeggi del <i>mantlet </i>e creava un <i>EFFETTO ILLUSIONE</i>.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">IMMAGINE 4 - Mantlet con maniche ad<i> EFFETTO ILLUSIONE</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div></span><span><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">In epoca tardo vittoriana,<i> </i>quando veniva indossato con un abito tonalmente adatto e quindi parte di una toilette da visita, il <i>mantlet </i>verrà chiamato <i>MANTLET DA VISITA.</i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">IMMAGINE 5 -<i> MANTLET DA VISITA</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Quanto ai tessuti più utilizzati per questo grazioso capo di vestiario, le sartorie si valevano di velluto liscio, di panno felpato, di panno pettinato e di velluto a coste.</div></span><span><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Tutti i <i>mantlets</i> erano riccamente rifiniti con decorazioni e con bordi che mutavano con il fluttuare degli stili, dei gusti personali e, come detto sopra, in accordo con l'ampiezza delle gonne; spesso erano ornati con moiré a contrasto, pelliccia, bande di velluto. Potevano anche essere rifiniti con frange in macramè e con applicazioni in pizzo, utilizzati per aggiungere un tocco di eleganza e di leggerezza. </div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">IMMAGINE 6 ED IMMAGINE 7 - Raccolta di figurini per <i>mantlets</i> in vari stili</span></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><u>IMMAGINI</u></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">Tutti i figurini selezionati e pubblicati in questo post sono stati tratti da <i>Le Moniteur De La Mode </i>dell'aprile 1850 e da una pubblicità per <i>Sewell e Comp Soho, London</i> del 1852.</div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">Nella speranza che abbiaTe gradito il tempo trascorso insieme oggi,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";"><span style="font-size: medium;">con sentita gratitudine Vi invio il mio più sincero abbraccio,</span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">miei Cari Amici e Lettori</span><span style="font-family: "Roboto Slab";">!</span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Roboto Slab; font-size: medium;">A presto </span>❤</div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw0LaF7x_VeGELs4ey88XvSvEHaK1KAW243oy4joZEEJdJsxOFsTTSoe9rQpA5450kTCGgb4YuP3KVX-Y7jTAxMbrXlGqOAD8qGtilG8w5pe11XTyKhDKBvPouXF7TVJ-AdhYhrxioIDYa4HcdUCbEQRdECqnTz5iOglOvFYQJtuoIp1qGvIpL3mej/s400/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw0LaF7x_VeGELs4ey88XvSvEHaK1KAW243oy4joZEEJdJsxOFsTTSoe9rQpA5450kTCGgb4YuP3KVX-Y7jTAxMbrXlGqOAD8qGtilG8w5pe11XTyKhDKBvPouXF7TVJ-AdhYhrxioIDYa4HcdUCbEQRdECqnTz5iOglOvFYQJtuoIp1qGvIpL3mej/s16000/christmas_picture-SNOW.gif" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ax5mFxXSUBRHMbjyv1KnnMmj_qYG_UC128In95AGeCc7Gu5N157pUiGCgn5F-P2NIE3WwSAyfX4OHLCDV1T2Tw4t9VBAUedczzKcJzL931SS5q3j2cjpilJ-omSG-BlNt7RgqKyHZu5Z98ZV7N0ToH4KNsM9vtsKjhVCX21NBi6iyvOBH8r7UWnA/s108/temp.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="91" data-original-width="108" height="91" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ax5mFxXSUBRHMbjyv1KnnMmj_qYG_UC128In95AGeCc7Gu5N157pUiGCgn5F-P2NIE3WwSAyfX4OHLCDV1T2Tw4t9VBAUedczzKcJzL931SS5q3j2cjpilJ-omSG-BlNt7RgqKyHZu5Z98ZV7N0ToH4KNsM9vtsKjhVCX21NBi6iyvOBH8r7UWnA/s1600/temp.png" width="108" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b>LINKING WITH:</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/2023/01/anything-goes-pink-saturday-january-21-2023.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">PINK SATURDAY</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://lifeasaleowife.com/2023/01/22/happiness-is-homemade-461/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HAPPINESS IS HOMEMADE</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com/2023/01/brotherly-love-awww-monday-inspiring.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">AWWW MONDAYS</span></a></div><div><a href="https://magicalmysticalteacher.wordpress.com/2023/01/23/blue-monday-ruby-tuesday-too-footprint/"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></a></div><div><a href="https://magicalmysticalteacher.wordpress.com/2023/01/23/blue-monday-ruby-tuesday-too-footprint/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">BLUE MONDAY & RUBY TUESDAY TOO</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://www.godsgrowinggarden.com/2023/01/tuesdays-with-twist-blog-hop-509.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">TUESDAY WITH A TWIST</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/01/wonderful-wednesday-blog-hop_01818524141.html"><span style="font-family: georgia;">WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY</span></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">This post was featured by Bev at <a href="https://www.eclecticredbarn.com/2023/02/its-wonderful-wednesday-time.html#more">Eclectic Red Barn</a>! </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Thank you, sweet lady of mine, I'm so excited by this gift of yours, it arrived so unexpected, it truly filled my heart with joy </span>⊰♥⊱</div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://lifeasaleowife.com/2023/02/05/happiness-is-homemade-465/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">HAPPINESS IS HOMEMADE</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://www.ridgehavenhomestead.com/sunday-sunshine-blog-hop-5/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SUNDAY SUNSHINE BLOG HOP</span></a></div><div><br /></div></div></span></div></div><p></p>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759677667896507266noreply@blogger.com20