Hitler is that you?

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As a history obsessed student I usually tend to see many features in objects/people/ that are similar to a historical figure which many people don’t notice or give any particular attention to.

Today as I was walking back home from university, I saw this cat which totally looked like Adolf Hitler, if lets say Hitler was a cat. His nose was black which in this case could represent Hitler’s moustache and his head was half black which could represent Hitlers notorious hair style.

I know this post is rather funny and has nothing to do with the type history  I usually write BUT I really wanted to share. Apart from that I love cats. I definitely consider myself a cat person.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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How to Make Medieval Pottage – Cooking Recipe

 

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Pottage was the simplest and most common form of food intake for the peasants living in the 12th century England. It was so common that in Tudor times, it was still the main part of an ordinary person’s diet. Pottage is basically a vegetable soup, flavoured with herbs and thickened with oats. The vegetables used were mostly what was  available during that particular season. At times, meat bones or fish would be added when available. Basically, they would eat pottage and cheese and bread as their staple diet. 

Ingredients:

1 onion
2 leeks
1 or 2 parsnips
spinach
herbs from the garden (eg parsley, rosemary and thyme)
butter
stock
seasoning (salt and peppercorns)

Equipment:

Large cooking pot
Knife for peeling and chopping the vegetables
Chopping board
Wooden spoons for stirring and serving

How to cook it: 

Peel the onion, roughly slice and chop

Top and tail the leeks and parsnip, peel the outer skins and roughly chop

Roughly chop some spinach

Warm a pot by the fire

Add some butter (enough to soften the onions) and add the onions to the pot

Allow to soften for a few minutes, then add the chopped leeks and parsnips

Allow the vegetables to sweat for a few minutes then cover them with the stock

Add the spinach

Allow to cook until the vegetables are ready, then add the garden herbs

Leave for a few minutes, add the seasoning (salt and peppercorns), then remove the pot from the hearth and serve

 

There you go.. you just made yourself vegetable Pottage! 

 

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Napoleon was not really short

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Napoleon Bonaparte is known for two things, conquering most of Europe and being short. Napoleon being short is true if we compare his height to now a days standards but for back then he was of average height.

In modern international units, Napoleon was about of 5 feet 7 inches and the average height of a male in France at that time was about 5 feet 5 inches in modern times. So for that time he was  considered rather tall.

However, there is still evidence that Napoleon was already considered short at the time of his death even though he was above average heigh among other French people. This is because his personal bodyguards were tall and broad. So wherever he went, he always looked smaller compared to his bodyguards earning him the title “Le Petit Caporel” or in English “The Little Corporal”.

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A Day at Hampton Court – 2011

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Marie Antoinette’s Last Letter

5502This is the letter Marie-Antoinette Queen of France wrote to her sister-in-law Madame Elisabeth a few hours before her execution. (Letter translated from French to English by Charles Duke Yonge)

16th October, 4:30am

It is to you, my sister, that I write for the last time. I have just been condemned, not to a shameful death, for such is only for criminals, but to go and rejoin your brother. Innocent like him, I hope to show the same firmness in my last moments. I am calm, as one is when one’s conscience reproaches one with nothing. I feel profound sorrow in leaving my poor children: you know that I only lived for them and for you, my good and tender sister. You who out of love have sacrificed everything to be with us, in what a position do I leave you! I have learned from the proceedings at my trial that my daughter was separated from you. Alas! poor child; I do not venture to write to her; she would not receive my letter. I do not even know whether this will reach you. Do you receive my blessing for both of them. I hope that one day when they are older they may be able to rejoin you, and to enjoy to the full your tender care. Let them both think of the lesson which I have never ceased to impress upon them, that the principles and the exact performance of their duties are the chief foundation of life; and then mutual affection and confidence in one another will constitute its happiness. Let my daughter feel that at her age she ought always to aid her brother by the advice which her greater experience and her affection may inspire her to give him. And let my son in his turn render to his sister all the care and all the services which affection can inspire. Let them, in short, both feel that, in whatever positions they may be placed, they will never be truly happy but through their union. Let them follow our example. In our own misfortunes how much comfort has our affection for one another afforded us! And, in times of happiness, we have enjoyed that doubly from being able to share it with a friend; and where can one find friends more tender and more united than in one’s own family? Let my son never forget the last words of his father, which I repeat emphatically; let him never seek to avenge our deaths.

I have to speak to you of one thing which is very painful to my heart, I know how much pain the child must have caused you. Forgive him, my dear sister; think of his age, and how easy it is to make a child say whatever one wishes, especially when he does not understand it. It will come to pass one day, I hope, that he will better feel the value of your kindness and of your tender affection for both of them. It remains to confide to you my last thoughts. I should have wished to write them at the beginning of my trial; but, besides that they did not leave me any means of writing, events have passed so rapidly that I really have not had time.

I die in the Catholic Apostolic and Roman religion, that of my fathers, that in which I was brought up, and which I have always professed. Having no spiritual consolation to look for, not even knowing whether there are still in this place any priests of that religion (and indeed the place where I am would expose them to too much danger if they were to enter it but once), I sincerely implore pardon of God for all the faults which I may have committed during my life. I trust that, in His goodness, He will mercifully accept my last prayers, as well as those which I have for a long time addressed to Him, to receive my soul into His mercy. I beg pardon of all whom I know, and especially of you, my sister, for all the vexations which, without intending it, I may have caused you. I pardon all my enemies the evils that they have done me. I bid farewell to my aunts and to all my brothers and sisters. I had friends. The idea of being forever separated from them and from all their troubles is one of the greatest sorrows that I suffer in dying. Let them at least know that to my latest moment I thought of them.

Farewell, my good and tender sister. May this letter reach you. Think always of me; I embrace you with all my heart, as I do my poor dear children. My God, how heart-rending it is to leave them forever! Farewell! farewell! I must now occupy myself with my spiritual duties, as I am not free in my actions. Perhaps they will bring me a priest; but I here protest that I will not say a word to him, but that I will treat him as a total stranger.

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Dating in the 1800’s : Victorian Courtship

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If you wanted to make yourself available in the 1800’s, you’d typically attend a dance or a ball. An older chaperone will maintain a watchful eye while potential suitors express interest in a dance or two. The women will the select the most suitable.

Once a potential match is found, the courtship can begin. However, first the suitors have to have a clean and proper conversation under the eye of the chaperone. During this time any physical contact is forbidden. Then if all goes well, the couple may take a walk together.

Although physical contact is still off the table, some flirtation was allowed. It was also of utter importance for the man to be accepted by the woman’s parents. If the man was rich this would have helped enormously.

If the couple after the dance decide to continue seeing each other, further chaperoned dates will take place again without any physical contact. In the mean time, love letters and gifts will be exchanged. Most of the time the women used to send locks of their hair. It was also common that the women kept a diary.

If love blossoms, the man may propose. There is no backing out of engagements, but it allows for unchaperoned dates. As long as the suitors are of the same class and at least 12 aged females or 14 for males, a marriage can go ahead.

 

 

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One of Henry VIII affectionate love letters to Anne Boylen

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My mistress and friend

My heart and I surrender ourselves into your hands, beseeching you to hold us commended to your favour, and that by absence your affeftion to us may not be lessened: for it were a great pity to increase our pain, of which absence produces enough and more than I could ever have thought could be felt, reminding us of a point in astronomy which is this: the longer the days are, the more distant is the sun, and nevertheless the hotter; so is it with our love, for by absence we are kept a distance from one another, and yet it retains its fervour, at least on my side; I hope the like on yours, assuring you that on my part the pain of absence is already too great for me; and when I think of the increase of that which I am forced to suffer, it would be almost intolerable, but for the firm hope I have of your unchangeable affedtion for me: and to remind you of this sometimes, and seeing that I cannot be personally present with you, I now send you the nearest thing I can to that, namely,my picture set in a bracelet, with the whole of the device, which you already know, wishing myself in their place, if it should please you.

This is from the hand of your loyal servant and friend,
H.R.

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