Kensington Palace

The Unicorn and Lion on the gates of Buckingham Palace 

Kensington Palace was first a Jacobean mansion built in 1605, then it became the home of  the 1st Earl of Nottingham and was known as Nottingham House. 

When William and Mary became joint monarchs in 1689 they searched for a home away from the Thames due to William's frail health and asthmatic condition. They bought Nottingham House from the 2nd Earl of Nottingham for 20,000 pounds and began renovations. Of course, Christopher Wren was the architect. 

Next Queen Anne lived there. Then King George I and George II took up residence there. Each monarch added wings and structural changes, paintings and remodeling. 

George III did not live at Kensington Palace but a few of his sons did. 

At the conclusion of the 19th century the Palace's State Rooms had been neglected. The brickwork held decay and the woodwork had infestations of dry rot. But Queen Victoria rallied Parliament in 1897 to pay for the restoration. The State Rooms were opened to the public in 1899. Thus began the dual role of the Palace of being a private residence and a public museum. 

During World War II the Blitz of 1940 took out the north side of Clock Court and damaged the Queen's Apartments. Repairs were not completed for many years and then the palace entered a neglectful time.

But in 1981 it became the home of the Prince of Wales, Charles and Princess Diana. Even after their divorce, Princess Diana and her sons Prince William and Prince Harry called Kensington Palace home. However, after her death the Palace lay vacant for ten years.

But in 2011 it was announced that Prince William and Princess Kate would make Kensington Palace their home. After renovations of 7.6 million dollars, it now has electricity, plumbing and all the modern conveniences. And now their children Prince George and Princess Charlotte are growing up in Kensington Palace. 

He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. Psalm 23:2

Colorado is truly the best place to live

From the rivers to the reservoirs of Colorado, there is always a picture perfect moment.

If only I could capture the hearts of my readers with a picture of where my characters live, and who they are. That is the goal of every writer. Some can do it very well. And others of us try and try and try again.

 

Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord. Psalm 27:14

Coal Creek Arena

When I had exhausted all my energy of writing for the day, my husband and I decided to go for a hike.

As we started our hike near Coal Creek Horse Arena and Open Space, it was as if I were a child once again trudging home from school through a field on a fall day. Leaves beneath our feet as well as fallen branches, uneven ground and wind in our faces, hot sun on our backs. While I was thinking how miserable it was, we came upon a small pond, and it somehow made it seem all better.

Then we came across a large pond with two bald eagles perched in a tree high in the sky.

 My husband and I began talking about playing in Sand Creek as kids. The paths became wider.

I heard a rustling and then my husband said, "Look!"

There leaving a tree only a few feet away was a huge owl. The span of his wings had to be more than 3 feet. Gorgeous light brown feathers carried him away.

Further on we went, and then hidden in the amber cover we spied a deer. She stayed where she was keeping an eye on us. When I got closer to take her picture, she didn't move an inch. We walked a few more yards, she thought it safe to leave and bounded as deer do in their bouncing way in the opposite direction.

What a marvelous walk on a beautiful fall day.

Have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy on us, for we have endured no end of contempt. We have endured no end of ridicule from the arrogant, of contempt from the proud. Psalm 123:3-4

Reticules and Pockets

Covent Garden Market was a haven for shopping and reticules

     could be found here as well as ready-made pockets. 

When the large hoop dresses of the 18^th century were discarded and the high-waisted gowns of the Regency era became fashionable, reticules (small purses) came into fashion.

Unfortunately some of the most fashionable reticules could only carry a handkerchief and a coin.

Before reticules, women wore pockets that they tied underneath their gowns, in between their chemise and petticoat. But with the straight skirt of the empire waist, pockets would ruin the line of the gown. Pockets were accessed through a slit in the side of the gown. These pockets could be quite deep and a woman might be able to put her hand into the pocket all the way up to her elbow. Often these pockets were ornately embroidered. 

It was where you could carry a pincushion, a pair of scissors, a snuff box, smelling salts, thimble, pencil, knife, a coin and maybe a biscuit.  

Some made the transition easily not wanting the pockets of their grandmothers. The working class wore pockets to keep their valuables safe even during the Regency era. Some even put their pockets below their pillows when they slept for safekeeping.

In the country, one could wear pockets. But once you entered London you would need to adopt the fashion of a reticule, a decorative pocket with fringe and a tie to close it at the top.   

Jane Austen and Writing

Jane Austen was such a great wit in her day and still in ours. I can’t help but read quotes from her letters to her sister Cassandra and laugh. I wonder if she was pleasant to be around seeming to say one thing and then twisting it to say another.  

One of my favorite quotes from her is when she was arriving in London.  “Here I am once more in this scene of dissipation and vice, and I begin already to find my morals corrupted.” 1796

Christmas Eve of 1798 she wrote, “You deserve a longer letter than this; but it is my unhappy fate seldom to treat people so well as they deserve.”

Once when she was in London, she had reason to visit a fashionable girls’ seminary. She writes to her sister, "the weather...left me only a few minutes to sit with Charlotte Craven. She looks very well, and her hair is done up with an elegance to do credit to any education. Her manners are as unaffected and pleasing as ever... I was shewn upstairs into a drawing-room, where she came to me, and the appearance of the room, so totally unschool-like, amused me very much; it was full of modern elegancies, and if it had not been for some naked cupids over the mantelpiece, which must be a fine study for girls, one should never have smelt instruction."

I can't even begin to imitate and so I appreciate what she has written and press on to try and find another way to make my writing amusing. The quote below is wonderful. Anyone who writes about cake I have a natural affection for. 

“You know how interesting the purchase of a sponge-cake is to me." 1808

(On buying a "sprig" for her sister's hat)] "I cannot help thinking that it is more natural to have flowers grow out of the head than fruit. What do you think on that subject?" 1799

My vote is for flowers.

At that time your mouth will be opened; you will speak with him and will no longer be silent. So you will be a sign to them, and they will know that I am the Lord.  Ezekiel 24:27

The Secret of Words

The Regency language is for those who know how to unlock its encryption. Some of the words used during that time are quite humorous.

Inexpressibles – Pants 

Necessary - the bathroom

Maggot Pie – the lowest form of human         

Deuced - screwed over, damned

Imp - devil    

Dad shamed - shamed by God 

Dickens - hell or damnation      Dafted – dumb                          

Redneck - a poor person in the country

Dun territory – in debt                

Tarnation - a popular sub for damnation      

Abigail – lady’s maid                    

Contemptible - terrible, looked down upon  

Sit down upons - underpants

Strumpet - a lady of the night

Ape-leader– old maid or spinster

Affair of honor – a duel.

Apoplexy – stroke

Batman- an orderly assigned to a military officer

Blue ruin - gin                             

Blue-stocking – a derogatory word for intelligent women. Originally used to describe a man who wore blue stockings and who was a great conversationalist.

Bow Street Runner- a precursor to policemen

Chit – a young girl                        Cut direct – a public snub

Follow the drum – follow the army         

Foolscap – writing paper

Foxed - drunk                              

Hell- a gambling establishment

High in the instep – snobbish    

Hoyden – a girl who is boisterous and tomboyish

Laudanum – a small bit of opium used as a painkiller or sedative

Mayfair – the most desirable neighborhood to live in, reaching Piccadilly on the south, Oxford to the north, Park Lane on the west and Regent Street on the east. It includes Berkeley Square, Grosvenor Square and Hanover Square.

Rake – is somewhat of a libertine.

Rout – A crowded cocktail party often in homes where all the furnishings have been removed in order for more people to fit in. No cards, entertainment, food or conversation.

Season – A time in early spring lasting until the end of June. It coincides with Parliament meetings.

At sixes and sevens – a state of confusion

Special License – A license obtained by the Archbishop of Canterbury granting the right to marry. Otherwise marriages could take place only between 8:00 a.m. and noon where one of the parties would have lived for over 3 months and the banns had been read in church for three consecutive Sundays.

I desire to do your will, my God; your law is within my heart. Psalm 40:8

A place for contemplation

We, my husband and I, went up to the mountains to see the colors change this weekend. It was beautiful—gold, red, orange and green.

The air was crisp and there was snow on the ground in places. Especially on the tops of the mountains and the trails through the forest. 
But what really got my attention was the small bench against the rocks. A place to rest. It called to me then, and it calls to me now.
I have lost someone very dear to me this year. I find myself eager to sit and watch and enjoy everything around me. Things that are hard, don't seem as hard. Things that are wonderful seem less so. It is probably the melancholy that I wear as a cape over everything I do, see and say.



The dark days of winter are coming and I know in advance, I will be more downhearted than usual. I know it will pass. But the truth is I don't want it to. I don't want to forget the person I loved and is no longer on this earth. I want to remember him always and I want others to remember him too.

Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit away from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain. Psalm 51:11-12