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*I wrote a lot: but the first comment below has more photos from the shoot if you want to skip my gushing.*
This might just be the perfect couple: Mike and Netty.
Mike and I met 18 years ago, we have now been in each other's lives longer than not. His mom worked with my dad and we were introduced at a company picnic right before 7th grade started. Mike was a *dork* with glasses, braces, a bowl hair cut...I wasn't too cute, either. But I was cool. The first day of 7th grade when he stumbled into me I told him, "Get out of my way, nerd!" By the end of 7th grade we were excellent friends. By high school, we were practically inseparable. I spent more of my high school life in Mike's basement than anywhere else, his mom would make home made pizza for all of us, I grew so close to Mike's family that I called his parents Mumsy and Daddy, and they called me Babs; Mike was an only child and they loved our group of girl-friends and having us over. Mike and I even briefly dated during the period we refer to as "the ugly pupa stage" when neither of us were particularly attractive. We didn't click quite well enough to pull off the long term high school relationship, but we never strayed far from each other's company. We even agreed that if by our mid 20s nothing serious was going on for either of us that we would throw in the towel and marry each other, at least we'd always have fun. We even agreed to get a dog and name it "Rod" so that we could giggle every time one of us yelled, "Come, Rod!" We were dorks, did I mention that?
Luckily for Mike, the amazing Annette came into his life. While in college he was working at a grocery store and helped out a high school senior with something. Wound up dating her. Netty was the best friend. Mike took the girl to prom, Mike's best friend Steve took Netty. Mike and Girl A did not work out, but Netty...there was something about Netty.
One night they were watching a movie at his place and she said, "I wish it was me who had gone to the grocery store that night," and Mike looked at her and knew right then she was it for him and declared, "And I see no reason why I don't love you." They kissed...and are literally living happily ever after.
They own a house, just bought it last summer, in Troy, NH. They have good jobs. They have a gross old lovable cat named Keith. And on a vacation to Puerto Rico in February, Mike realized he couldn't stand not being married to her and proposed. They were married last weekend at their home in NH, with close family and friends. They walked down the aisle together to the song Rumble by Link Wray. Netty danced to The Humpty Dance at the reception.
And then they flew into Seattle, rented a car, and started their honeymoon: a drive down the left coast, from Seattle to San Francisco. Of course, they stopped in Portland to see me.
We fit more into 36 hours than should have been humanly possible: we ate at Henry's and had Young's Double Chocolate Stout on tap, bbq beef sliders, fresh hot bbq potato chips, beer and cheese soup. We did a brief driving tour of the Portland skyline from 405. We had breakfast at Pine State, then ventured into the Gorge for what I dubbed "The Gorge Light" tour. A stop at the Vista House, then to Latourelle (the first big waterfall they'd ever seen), a stop at Shepperd's Dell to pick wild blackberries, Multnomah, and then I hiked them up to Ponytail so they could go behind a waterfall. Netty promptly threw off her shirt and scrambled down to the pool to feel the spray and falls. Every turn their mouths hung slack, Mike kept looking up at waterfalls and stepping backwards he was so blown away. They noticed how green our woods are, and were stunned we were only 30 miles outside of Portland. They also enjoyed the lack of mosquitoes and ticks.
I dragged the reluctant duo back into the city, where we picked up a "youCANhascheeseburger" sandwich at the Brunchbox at 5th and Stark: an amazing cheeseburger between 2 grilled cheese sandwiches, for $5. We ate in Pioneer Courthouse Square and people watched. We took Mike to Apple Music, where he was enthralled by the collection (including a classic Gretsch that he has in his own collection), and he nerded out for almost 2 hours in the place. I remember when Mike started to play guitar! We ate maple bacon bars and tang doughnuts at Voodoo, and then saw the one-armed guitarist.
But the highlight of the day was Patrick and I taking them back to the hotel where they threw on what they'd worn on their wedding day, and we took them to the Rose Garden and Pittock Mansion for their official wedding portraits. Over two hours later, we were all pooped, but happy, and concluded the whirlwind visit with a lovely meal at Bridgeport. As an aside, Patrick was also fascinated when comparing all our tattoos, they were all done by the same artist. Seeing three people and countless pieces all in one place by the same hand was pretty interesting to all of us, actually. Dorks always, I suppose.
I was heartbroken to say goodbye to them, I had cried when I found out I couldn't go to NH to actually be at the wedding, but this was such a lovely concession. Next summer they are returning to Oregon for a full week, we might camp at Crater Lake for a couple of nights, they will stay with us in our place with our crazy Pugs, we'll have more amazing food and beer, and I'm going to take them back into the Gorge for more amazing sights. I am already counting the days till we see them again.
Mike and Netty are that couple that you just want to hate...they're just that perfect together. If they don't spend the rest of their lives together...well let's just say I can't see anything else happening. This is it for them, one of the few couples I've shot who I just think have that *something* you need to work. After 18 years of knowing Mike, I cannot see him with anyone other than Netty, and that's saying something. They can't see it any other way, either.
The main road through Mexican Hat (US 163) heads northeast and eventually joins US 191 which goes north to Monticello and Moab, but before this it passes close to the Valley of the Gods. This is a smaller scale version of Monument Valley, containing tall, red, isolated sandstone mesas and cliffs standing high above the level desert floor, remnants of some ancient landscape. The area may be toured via a 17 mile dirt road (FR 242) that winds amongst the eerie formations; this is rather steep and bumpy in a few places but most of the surface is firm and level, and the route should be passable by regular vehicles in good weather. The western end joins UT 261 shortly before its 1,200 foot ascent up Cedar Mesa (see map below), while the eastern end starts 9 miles from town along US 163 and travels north, initially crossing flat, open land and following the course of Lime Creek, a seasonal wash, before turning northwest towards the red rock buttes and pinnacles.
Yes I’m still building models, but I spend a lot of time with sorting parts, never ending projects and other stuff. But today is the day I want to share my lattest build a German V100 locomotive from the 70s or so, way back before I was born. I really like the shape and color combination of the original.
I used first dark red and light bluish grey for the model, but the grey contrast was to strong for my taste and I took parts from my childhood and worked with light grey which is much softer and a bit grimy and dirty what fits better for such an old diesel engine. For my second V100 I chose the colors dark blue und tan from the palette. Also a common color combination for this time of period of German trains.
The roof was also light bluish grey in the beginning, but it looks so cheap I was so hyped about the first leaks early this year about the Mando helmet which contains this two parts to make the roof in metallic silver color possible. I also got 1x4 tiles from a friend which will be soon release in the $25 James Bond car.
I’m not sure, than I will finished my next build, but be patient, I will be back for sure.
He joins the hip toddler crowd with his new camera, a birthday gift from Grandma. Now, if only he could learn which way to point it..
It took me all afternoon, but I figured it out- he's so used to seeing the lens pointed AT him he thinks that's the way he's supposed to hold it!
But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed.
Isaiah 53:5
JESUS THE OVERCOMER
Dr. Felix Ruh, a Jewish doctor in Paris, had a granddaughter who died of black diphtheria. Vowing to find out what had killed her, he locked himself in his laboratory for days and emerged with a fierce determination to prove, with his colleague, Louis Pasteur, the germ theory of disease. The medical association had disapproved of Pasteur and had succeeded in getting him exiled, but he hid in the forest near Paris and erected a laboratory for his forbidden research.
Twenty beautiful horses were led out into the forest to the improvised laboratory. Scientists, doctors and nurses came to watch the experiment. Ruh opened a steel vault and took out a large pail filled with black diphtheria germs, which he had cultured carefully for months. There were enough germs in that pail to kill everyone in France.
The scientist went to each horse and swabbed its nostrils, tongue, throat, and eyes with the deadly germs. Every horse except one developed a terrific fever and died. Most of the doctors and scientists wearied of the experiment, and did not remain for what they thought would be the death of the remaining horse.
For several more days this final horse lingered, lying pathetically on the ground. While Ruh, Pasteur and several others were sleeping on cots in the stables, the orderly on duty had been instructed to awaken the scientists should there be any change in the animal's temperature during the night. About two a.m., the temperature showed a half degree decrease, and the orderly wakened Dr. Ruh. By morning the thermometer had dropped two more degrees. By night the fever was entirely gone, and the horse was able to stand, eat and drink.
Then Dr. Ruh took a sledgehammer and struck that beautiful horse a deathblow between the eyes. The scientists drew blood from the veins of this animal that had developed the black diphtheria but had overcome it. They drove as fast as they could to the Paris municipal hospital, and forced their way past the superintendent and the guards. They went into the ward where three hundred babies lay, segregated to die from black diphtheria. With the blood of the horse, they inoculated every one of the babies. All but three lived and recovered completely.
The blood of an overcomer saved them. The blood of an Overcomer has also spiritually saved many people. He too had to die to bring life to others.
RESPONSE
Today I will repeatedly praise Jesus for the blood He shed as an Overcomer for my sin.
PRAYER
Thank you, Lord, for sacrificing Yourself, an Overcomer, so that I might have abundant and eternal life.
Standing Strong Through The Storm:
A daily devotional message by SSTS author Paul Estabrooks
© 2011 Open Doors International.
'...but what are miles
across the ocean
to the heart that's coming home?' - Enya
I have come a long way: I still have some way to go, but I know, now, I will make it.
You might have to look hard to see the fishermen. Have not been to this spot for nearly 20 years but was staying with relatives so a good opportunity.
Taken with Tamron wide angle lens. Three RAW files tone-mapped in Photomatix.
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This gorgeous building in Wetaskiwin has obviously had a couple of modern extensions added in 2005, but the history of this building is below.
Knowing that the cells still exist in their original form, I may have to visit during the week when it's open and schedule a tour before I go.
The current City Hall was originally built as a courthouse, and started in 1907, was completed in 1908 at a cost of $75,000. It was one of seven such buildings commissioned by the new Province of Alberta between 1906 and 1912, under the direction of Provincial Architect A. M. Jeffers.
The building was constructed in modern renaissance style, with the outside being composed entirely of red brick. The front steps, the back steps, the columns, and the keystones are constructed of stone, and the foundation is made of concrete and rubble sheathed with sandstone from the Calgary area.
In the early years, the basement of the courthouse contained the jail cells, the caretaker's residence, and the North-West Mounted Police residence. The cells are in their original state, and still contain the original carvings prisoners etched into the brick walls. The caretaker looked after the building and the grounds while his wife looked after the family, as well as feeding the prisoners and the members of the North-West Mounted Police housed there. In 1920, two German field cannons that were seized from Germany at the end of World War were placed on the front lawn of the Old Courthouse. These cannons, presented to the citizens of Wetaskiwin by the Dominion Government of Canada, served to honour the many men and women of this community who volunteered for active service.
In 1983, a new courthouse was built, and the old courthouse sat empty for more than two decades. In the late 1990s, a local developer approached the city with plans to renovate it as City Hall's new home; after several meetings between the parties involved, the old courthouse was purchased by the city and renovation began in 2005. Glass was used to frame the new areas of the building; the brick exterior of the Old Courthouse was left undisturbed. Aside from changes required by Alberta's building codes, the requirements set out by Alberta Historical Resources were followed during the restoration of the original courtroom, which now serves as Council Chambers. The wood panelling was retained, and the cast iron radiators were connected to the new geothermal heating and cooling system. New paint and carpet completed the renovations, and in 2007 the building became Wetaskiwin's new City Hall.
Brown’s Park is a magical but tiny place in the downtown section of North Laguna Beach. From the street the view appears as no more than a little walkway wedged between a few shops. I passed it by a few times before noticing this tucked away walk and then finally made the turn.
In this, one of my oldest digital photos, I find a reminder that turning and exploring a blind alley is not always a bad thing. Many years ago I memorized The Road Not Taken and those words immediately came to mind when I arrived at this view of Laguna's Main Beach and the Pacific Ocean. But there is different poetry to be seen, one for the passing of the light;
In this fleeting moment
What extravagant respite
As promethean sunsets
Blossom blaze
And secede from splendor to mystery.
And another for the dreamer;
In this fleeting moment
What extravagant respite
As booming surf speaks its
Mystical passage across
The undreamed depths.
This peaceful little place is hidden right in plain sight, and many people walk right by this gem without even realizing it. A wonderful respite that was donated by a man named Joe Brown after his grandfather’s beachfront home was destroyed by a winter storm. There is also a plaque with a poem by his grandfather.
Let me live in a house by the side of the sea,
Where men and women wander by
Where there is beauty and grace and excitement that's free
On the beach, in the sun let me lie
Let me listen to ocean's melodious roar
And its rhythm, so soothing to hear
As the foam-covered waves seem to reach for the shore
Under skies that are sunny and clear.
-Joseph E. Brown
but you peeked! I told you no peeking human! you owe me a biscuit for peeking! ----Mika, the original 2-Dog-Farm pup (retouched photo)
On ebay, which one would you buy? :-)
Same camera, same flash, same lens, same radio, same place and seamless background. I just put a little more effort in the lower one:
STROBIST
Shot with on-camera TTL flash, bounced to the left side, shielded with the Black Foamie Thing (see Neil van Niekerk). Although I hope, it looks like window light, daylight was completely blocked in this shot.
EXIF
For the lower shot: 5d2, 24-70 f/2.8 at 59 mm and at f/8.0, 1/160 second, ISO 320, JPEG. This was a stack from five shots, handheld. I just switched the AF points without taking the camera from my eye -- piece of cake. :-)
I shot a stack of five JPG shots, handheld, as I did not want do change my focal length (around 60 mm, I wanted to keep it there) nor my aperture nor my flash power. But Photoshop stacked that just fine. I stopped the time: The time from the first shot until the end of the stacking and a little touchup was 13 minutes. So yes, that takes a bit longer than just point-and-shoot, but noch much longer.
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Tilo ~gallo~ Gockel
... but I really LOVE it!
Hooray our vintage caravan arrived today! Originally I planned to completely refurbish the whole thing but it's in such brilliant condition that I am having second thoughts.
But they just fly upstream and I didn't get a shot. LOL.............Sorry, dirty trick. )) :
I did get some shots of the winter in late winter/early spring dress though.
But just as she was about to close the lid, Bunny and Bear popped out from behind her and leapt into the box.
Startled, Mew gasped, but then smiled once she realized that her friends had awoken.
"Okay, you two", she said with a grin. "Let's put this back and play a little more before dinner".
I honestly sat down to build the "Pepsi Can" version of this engine, but at the last minute I decided #507 in its current state was more deserving. It's not nearly as flashy a paint job as the original 90's version, but it's still a classy looking loco. This one will fill in nicely on my Surfliner set; the Pepsi Can would have looked out of place and would really need its own c.1995 train. So here's lowly #507 as it looks right now, still putting in the miles for Uncle Amtrak, just like it was meant to.
There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it: Healing is 'when the mind and the heart come back into balance, and one feels at peace within one’s circumstances whatever they may be'.
We must learn to accept where we are and what has happened to us, for all this is what has helped make us who we are today. Love what lessons have been taught, what doors have been opened, and what paths has been shown to you.
Shattered, but Harmonized heart like stone, somewhere in the path of Ultar Glacier in Hunza valley gave me feeling of being Put on Feet Again. This beautiful path lead me to one of the most astonishing and inspiring landscapes I have ever seen.
Almost nothing was going our way, but Alex was awesome enough to help manage a few frames despite the numerous setbacks. This is a 4x5 sheet of Ilford HP5+ film shot on a Sinar 4x5 camera with a 150mm Sinar lens. (I'll have to look up other numbers ...) I developed it in D-76 in a Jobo CPE2 ... Among the many problems was that I accidentally massively overexposed this frame, but I contracted my developing time by two minutes. It was pretty flat, but I was able to add enough contrast back to it in Photoshop.
This was a 4-image stitch shot with a Nikon D800 (in JPG L mode) and just quickly thrown together with Photoshop's Photomerge option. This was surprisingly easy and I love the results. This can be a HUGE print.
Strobist: 1/30 shutter at f/8, rated at 400 ISO ... but I completely botched my meter reading for silly reasons and wound up contracting my development by 2 minutes (saves the highlights). The most important thing here is that my light was camera right and close enough that I had to clone it out of the little notch on the right hand side of the frame. It was about 6.5 feet up and pointing down, and it was a LumoPro LP180 shot through a Joe McNally Lastolite soft box. Again, all the settings were totally wrong because of my errant meter calculation. But thankfully, it was sheet film and it's easy enough to correct even a three-stop error. See, film is a lot more forgiving than you'd think!!
I might wipe this face or not, but here’s a really quick face up I did. Since I’m trying to see how quickly I can do a face up using only acrylic paint, I managed this in under 30 minutes since I only used three colours and didn’t layer anything.
He’s a CooModel/Integrity Toys Romain with a yarn weft wig.
"He is not here, but is risen" (Luke 24:6).
What an awfully sad day it had been for the friends of Jesus! They had stood watching
sorrowfully, as Jesus hung on the cross dying. They didn't fully understand why it had
to happen. They believed that Jesus was the Son of God, and they remembered how
He had healed the sick and made blind people see. They remembered how He had fed
thousands of people with just a few loaves of bread and fish. They even remembered
ow He had caused dead people to come back to life. He was such a good, kind man;
why did He have to die? Just before the sun was beginning to sink into the west, Joseph,
one of Jesus' friends, noticed that Jesus was no longer breathing. He hurriedly went to
ask Pilate if he could have the body of Jesus so he could bury Him. When Pilate agreed,
Joseph and Nicodemus (another friend) carefully wrapped Jesus' body in clean cloths.
Then they took Him to a tomb to bury Him. The next day, the Pharisees started thinking
about Jesus. They were the people that had wanted to kill Jesus. They remembered how
He had taught them, saying that He would rise again after three days. They were worried
that it might be true! They also thought that Jesus' disciples would remember and might
try to steal the body from the tomb just so they could say that Jesus rose again. They
went to Pilate, suggesting that the tomb be closed up with a huge stone and that guards
be placed all around the tomb.Just before daylight the next day, the most amazing thing
happened! There was a GREAT EARTHQUAKE! An ANGEL from the Lord came down
from heaven, moved the gigantic stone away from the door of the tomb and sat on it. The
guards began to shake with fear! They fell down to the ground as if they were dead! Mary
and some other women had decided to get up very early in the morning and go to visit the
tomb where Jesus was placed. While walking down the road, they were discussing how
they were going to get inside the tomb. They had brought along some spices and perfume
that they wanted to place on Jesus' body. They knew the huge stone had been placed in
the doorway and they had no idea how they were going to move it. What a SURPRISE
they found when they reached the tomb! The stone had already been moved! And . . .
there was an ANGEL sitting on the stone! The women were quite afraid, but the angel
spoke gently to them "Don't be afraid. I know that you have come to see Jesus.
He is not here; for he is risen just as he said. Come inside and see the place where he
lay. "The women went inside the tomb and found it empty, just as the angel had told
them. The angel spoke to the women one more time: "Go quickly and tell the other
disciples that Jesus has risen from the dead; and he is going into Galilee where you
will see. Enjoy: www.youtube.com/watch?v=8M3_p2i6bH0 ... The women did just
as the angel had told them. They ran quickly from the tomb, with fear and great
joy, to tell the good news to the other disciples. But . . . when the women found Peter and
their other friends and tried to tell them the good news, . . . no one believed them! When
the women persisted, Peter decided that he needed to find out for himself. He ran all the
way to the tomb. He went inside. He saw the cloths that had been wrapped around Jesus,
but the body was not there. Jesus Christ, the Son of God, was risen!!!!
God so loved the world, that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who
believes in Him doesn't perish, but has everlasting life. You see, God didn't
send His Son into the world to condemn the world but to save the world
through Him. (John 3:16-17)
The days drag and the weeks fly by.
It has been a grim week at work, and yet the weekend is here once again.
The cold snap is still here; thick frosts and icy patches, but Sunday afternoon storms will sweep in from the west and temperatures will soar by day to 13 degrees.
But for now it is cold, and colder at nights, the wood burner makes the living room toasty warm, though the rest of the house seems like a fridge in comparison.
Even though we went to bed at nine, we slept to nearly half seven, which meant we were already later than usual going to Tesco.
We had a coffee first, then got dressed and went out into the winter wonderland.
Tesco was more crowded mainly because we were an hour later. There were no crackers for cheese, a whole aisle empty of cream crackers and butter wafers.
There is only so much food you can eat even over Christmas, so the cracker-shortage won't affect us, we have two Dundee cakes, filling for two lots of mince pies and pastry for five lots of sausage rolls.
We won't starve.
We buy another bag of stuff for the food bank, try to get two weeks of stuff so we wont need to go next weekend, just to a farm shop for vegetables, and the butcher for the Christmas order, though on the 25th we are going out for dinner to the Lantern.
Back home for fruit, then bacon butties and another huge brew. Yes, smoked bacon is again in short supply, with just the basic streaky smoked available, but we're not fussy, so that does the trick.
Also, Jools picked up her inhalers for her cough, and so, we hope, the road to recovery begins.
What to do with the day?
Although a walk would have been good, Jools can do no more than ten minutes in freezing conditions before a coughing fits starts, so a couple of churches to revisit and take more shots of.
First on the list was St Leonard in Upper Deal. A church I have only have been inside once. As it was just half ten, there should have been a chance it was open, but no. We parked up and I walked over the road to try the porch door, but it was locked.
No worries, as the next two would certainly be open.
Just up the road towards Canterbury is Ash.
Ash is a large village that the main roads now bypass its narrow streets, and buses call not so frequently.
The church towers over the village, its spire piercing the grey sky. We park beside the old curry hours than burned down a decade ago, is now a house and no sign of damage.
indeed the church was open, though the porch door was closed, it opened with use of the latch, and the inner glass door swung inwards, revealing an interior I had forgotten about, rich Victorian glass let in the weak sunlight, allowing me to take detailed shots. It was far better and more enjoyable than I remembered.
Once I took 200 or so shots, we went back to the car, drove back to the main road, and on to Wingham, where the church there, a twin of Wingham, would also be open too.
And it was.
The wardens were just finishing trimming the church up, and putting out new flowers, it was a bustle of activity, then one by one they left.
got my shots, and we left, back to the car and to home, though we did stop at he farm shop at Aylsham, and all we wanted was some sweet peppers for hash.
We went in and there was the bakery: I bought two sausage rolls, four small pork pies and two Cajun flavours scotch eggs. We got cider, beer, healthy snacks (we told ourselves) and finally found the peppers.
Three peppers cost £50!
Then back home, along the A2.
And arriving back home at one. We feasted on the scotch eggs and two of the pork pies.
Yummy.
There was the third place play off game to watch on the tellybox, the Football league to follow on the radio. We lit the woodburner and it was soon toasty warm.
At half five, Norwich kicked off, and hopes were high as Blackburn had not beaten us in over a decade.
And, yes you guessed it, Norwich lost. Played poorly, and in Dad's words, were lucky to get nil.
Oh dear.
Oh dear indeed.
We have Christmas cake for supper, and apart from the football, as was well with the world.
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A large and impressive church of mainly thirteenth century date over restored in 1847 by the irrepressible William Butterfield. The scale of the interior is amazing - particularly in the tower crossing arches which support the enormous spire. They are an obvious insertion into an earlier structure. The best furnishing at Ash is the eighteenth century font which stands on an inscribed base. For the visitor interested in memorials, Ash ahs more than most ranging from the fourteenth century effigy of a knight to two excellent alabaster memorials to Sir Thomas Harfleet (d 1612) and Christopher Toldervy (d 1618). Mrs Toldervy appears twice in the church for she accompanies her husband on his memorial and may also be seen as a `weeper` on her parents` memorial! On that she is one of two survivors of what was once a group of seven daughters - all her weeping brothers have long since disappeared.
www.kentchurches.info/church.asp?p=Ash+2
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ASH
LIES adjoining to the last-described parish of Staple northward. It is written in Domesday, Ece, and in other antient records, Aisse, and is usually called Ash, near Sandwich, to distinguish it from Ash, near Wrotham.
The parish of Ash is very large, extending over a variety of soil and country, of hill, dale, and marsh lands, near four miles across each way, and containing more than six thousand acres of land, of which about one half is marsh, the river Stour being its northern bounday, where it is very wet and unwholesone, but the southern or upland part of the parish is very dary, pleasant and healthy. The soil in general is fertile, and lets on an average at about one pound an acre; notwithstanding, there is a part of it about Ash-street and Gilton town, where it is a deep sand. The village of Ash, commonly called Ash-street, situated in this part of it, on high ground, mostly on the western declivity of a hill, having the church on the brow of it, is built on each side of the road from Canterbury to Sandwich, and contains about fifty houses. On the south side of this road, about half a mile westward, is a Roman burial ground, of which further mention will be taken hereaster, and adjoining to it the hamlet of Gilton town, formerly written Guildanton, in which is Gilton parsonage, a neat stuccoed house, lately inhabited by Mr. Robert Legrand, and now by Mrs. Becker. In the valley southward stands Mote farm, alias Brooke house, formerly the habitation of the Stoughtons, then of the Ptoroude's and now the property of Edward Solly, esq. of London.
There are dispersed throughout this large parish many small hamlets and farms, which have been formerly of more consequence, from the respective owners and in habitants of them, all which, excepting East and New Street, and Great Pedding, (the latter of which was the antient residence of the family of solly, who lie buried in Ash church-yard, and bore for their arms, Vert, a chevron, per pale, or, and gules, between three soles naiant, argent, and being sold by one of them to dean Lynch, is now in the possession of lady Lynch, the widow of Sir William Lynch, K. B.) are situated in the northern part of the parish, and contain together about two hundred and fifty houses, among them is Hoden, formerly the residence of the family of St. Nicholas; Paramour-street, which for many years was the residence of those of that name, and Brook-street, in which is Brook-house, the residence of the Brooke's, one of whom John Brooke, esq. in queen Elizabeth's reign, resided here, and bore for his arms, Per bend, vert and sable, two eagles, counterchanged.
William, lord Latimer, anno 38 Edward III. obtained a market to be held at Ash, on a Thursday; and a fair yearly on Lady-day, and the two following ones. A fair is now held in Ash-street on Lady and Michaelmas days yearly.
In 1473 there was a lazar house for the infirm of the leprosy, at Eche, near Sandwich.
¶The manor of Wingham claims paramount over this parish, subordinate to which there were several manors in it, held of the archbishop, to whom that manor belonged, the mansions of which, being inhabited by families of reputation and of good rank in life, made this parish of much greater account than it has been for many years past, the mansions of them having been converted for a length of time into farmhouses to the lands to which they belong.
f this manor, (viz. Wingham) William de Acris holds one suling in Fletes, and there he has in demesne one carucate and four villeins, and one knight with one carucate, and one fisbery, with a saltpit of thirty pence. The whole is worth forty shillings.
This district or manor was granted by archbishop Lanfranc, soon after this, to one Osberne, (fn. 7) of whom I find no further mention, nor of this place, till king Henry III.'s reign, when it seems to have been separated into two manors, one of which, now known by the name of the manor of Gurson Fleet, though till of late time by that of Fleet only, was held afterwards of the archbishop by knight's service, by the family of Sandwich, and afterwards by the Veres, earls of Oxford, one of whom, Robert de Vere, earl of Oxford, who died anno 3 Edward III. was found by the escheat-rolls of that year, to have died possessed of this manor of Fleet, which continued in his descendants down to John de Vere, earl of Oxford, who for his attachment to the house of Lancaster, was attainted in the first year of king Edward IV. upon which this manor came into the hands of the crown, and was granted the next year to Richard, duke of Gloucester, the king's brother, with whom it staid after his succession to the crown, as king Richard III. on whose death, and the accession of king Henry VII. this manor returned to the possession of John, earl of Oxford, who had been attainted, but was by parliament anno I Henry VII. restored in blood, titles and possessions. After which this manor continued in his name and family till about the middle of queen Elizabeth's reign, when Edward Vere, earl of Oxford, alienated it to Hammond, in whose descendants it continued till one of them, in the middle of king Charles II.'s reign, sold it to Thomas Turner, D. D. who died possessed of it in 1672, and in his name and descendants it continued till the year 1748, when it was sold to John Lynch, D. D. dean of Canterbury, whose son Sir William Lynch, K. B. died possessed of it in 1785, and by his will devised it, with the rest of his estates, to his widow lady Lynch, who is the present possessor of it. A court baron is held for this manor.
Archbishop Lanfranc, on his founding the priory of St. Gregory, in the reign of the Conqueror, gave to it the tithe of the manor of Fleet; which gift was confirmed by archbishop Hubert in Richard I.'s reign. This portion of tithes, which arose principally from Gurson Fleet manor, remained with the priory at its dissolution, and is now part of Goldston parsonage, parcel of the see of Canterbury, of which further mention has been made before.
The other part of the district of Fleet was called, to distinguish it, and from the possessors of it, the manor of Nevills Fleet, though now known by the name of Fleet only, is situated between Gurson and Richborough, adjoining to the former. This manor was held in king John's reign of the archbishop, by knight's service, by Thomas Pincerna, so called probably from his office of chief butler to that prince, whence his successors assumed the name of Butler, or Boteler. His descendant was Robert le Boteler, who possessed this manor in king Ed ward I.'s reign, and from their possession of it, this manor acquired for some time the name of Butlers Fleet; but in the 20th year of king Edward III. William, lord Latimer of Corbie, appears to have been in the possession of it, and from him it acquired the name of Latimers Fleet. He bore for his arms, Gules, a cross flory, or. After having had summons to parliament, (fn. 8) he died in the begening of king Richard II.'s reign, leaving Elizabeth his sole daughter and heir, married to John, lord Nevill, of Raby, whose son John bore the title of lord Latimer, and was summoned to parliament as lord Latimer, till the 9th year of king Henry VI. in which he died, so that the greatest part of his inheritance, among which was this manor, came by an entail made, to Ralph, lord Nevill, and first earl of Westmoreland, his eldest, but half brother, to whom he had sold, after his life, the barony of Latimer, and he, by seoffment, vested it, with this manor and much of the inheritance above-mentioned, in his younger son Sir George Nevill, who was accordingly summoned to parliament as lord Latimer, anno 10 Henry VI. and his grandson Richard, lord Latimer, in the next regin of Edward IV. alienated this manor, which from their length of possession of it, had acquired the name of Nevill's Fleet, to Sir James Cromer, and his son Sir William Cromer, in the 11th year of king Henry VII, sold it to John Isaak, who passed it away to Kendall, and he, in the beginning of king Henry VIII.'s reign, sold it to Sir John Fogge, of Repton, in Ashford, who died possessed of it in 1533, and his son, of the same name, before the end of it, passed it away to Mr. Thomas Rolfe, and he sold it, within a few years afterwards, to Stephen Hougham, gent. of this parish, who by his will in 1555, devised it to his youngest son Rich. Hougham, of Eastry, from one of whose descendants it was alienated to Sir Adam Spracklin, who sold it to one of the family of Septvans, alias Harflete, in which name it continued till within a few years after the death of king Charles I. when by a female heir Elizabeth it went in marriage to Thomas Kitchell, esq. in whose heirs it continued till it was at length, about the year 1720, alienated by one of them to Mr. Thomas Bambridge, warden of the Fleet prison, upon whose death it became vested in his heirs-at-law, Mr. James Bambridge, of the Temple, attorney at-law, and Thomas Bambridge, and they divided this estate, and that part of it allotted to the latter was soon afterwards alienated by him to Mr. Peter Moulson, of London, whose only daughter and heir carried it in marriage to Mr. Geo. Vaughan, of London, and he and the assignees of Mr. James Bambridge last mentioned, have lately joined in the conveyance of the whole fee of this manor to Mr. Joseph Solly, gent. of Sandwich, the present owner of it. There is not any court held for this manor.
In this district, and within this manor of Fleet lastmentioned, there was formerly a chapel of cose to the church of Ash, as that was to the church of Wingham, to which college, on its foundation by archbishop Peckham in 1286, the tithes, rents, obventions, &c of this chapel and district was granted by him, for the support in common of the provost and canons of it, with whom it remained till the suppression of it, anno I king Edward VI. The tithes, arising from this manor of Fleet, and the hamlet of Richborough, are now a part of the rectory of Ash, and of that particular part of it called Gilton parsonage, parcel of the possessions of the see of Canterbury, of which further mention will be made hereafter. There have not been any remains left of it for a long time part.
Richborough is a hamlet and district of land, in the south-east part of this parish, rendered famous from the Roman fort and town built there, and more so formerly, from the port or haven close adjoining to it.
It was in general called by the Romans by the plural name of Rutupiæ; for it must be observed that the æstuary, which at that time separated the Isle of Thanet from the main land of Kent, and was the general passage for shipping,had at each mouth of it, towards the sea, a fort and haven, called jointly Rutupiæ. That at the northern part and of it being now called Reculver, and that at the eastern, being the principal one, this of Richborough.
The name of it is variously spelt in different authors. By Ptolemy it is written [Patapiaia (?)] urbem; by Tacitus, according to the best reading, Portus, Rutupensis; by Antonine, in his Itinerary, Ritupas, and Ritupis Portum; by Ammianus, Ritupiæ statio; afterwards by the Saxons, Reptacester, and now Richborough.
The haven, or Portus Rutupinus, or Richborough, was very eminent in the time of the Romans, and much celebrated in antient history, being a safe and commodious harbour, stationem ex adverso tranquillam, as Ammianus calls it, situated at the entrance of the passage towards then Thamas, and becoming the general place of setting sail from Britain to the continent, and where the Roman fleets arrived, and so large and extensive was the bay of it, that it is supposed to have extended far beyond Sandwich on the one side, almost to Ramsgate cliffs on the other, near five miles in width, covering the whole of that flat of land on which Stonar and Sandwich were afterwards built, and extending from thence up the æstuary between the Isle of Thanet and the main land. So that Antonine might well name it the Port, in his Itinerary, [Kat exochin], from there being no other of like consequence, and from this circumstance the shore for some distance on each side acquired the general name of Littus Rutupinum, the Rutupian shore. (fn. 9) Some have contended that Julius Cæsar landed at Richborough, in his expeditions into Britain; but this opinion is refuted by Dr. Hasley in Phil, Trans. No. 193, who plainly proves his place of landing to have been in the Downs. The fort of Richborough, from the similarity of the remains of it to those of Reculver, seems to have been built about the same time, and by the same emperer, Serveris, about the year 205. It stands on the high hill, close to a deep precipice eastward, at the soot of which was the haven. In this fortress, so peculiarly strengthened by its situation, the Romans had afterwards a stationary garrison, and here they had likewise a pharos, of watch tower, the like as at Reculver and other places on this coast, as well to guide the shipping into the haven, as to give notice of the approach of enemies. It is by most supposed that there was, in the time of the Romans, near the fort, in like manner as at Reculver, a city or town, on the decline of the hill, south-westward from it, according to custom, at which a colony was settled by them. Prolemy, in his geography, reckons the city Rutpia as one of the three principal cities of Kent. (fn. 10) Orosius. and Bede too, expressly mention it as such; but when the haven decayed, and there was no longer a traffic and resort to this place, the town decayed likewise, and there have not been, for many ages since, any remains whatever of it left; though quantities of coins and Roman antiquities have been sound on the spot where it is supposed to have once stood.
During the latter part of the Roman empire, when the Saxons prevented all trade by sea, and insefted these coasts by frequent robberies, the second Roman legion, called Augusta, and likewise Britannica, which had been brought out of Germany by the emperor Claudius, and had resided for many years at the Isca Silurum, in Wales, was removed and stationed here, under a president or commander, præpositus, of its own, who was subordinate to the count of the Saxon shore, and continued so till the final departure of the Romans from Britain, in the year 410, when this fortress was left in the hands of the Britons, who were afterwards dispossessed of it by the Saxons, during whose time the harbour seems to have began to decay and to swerve up, the sea by degrees entirely deserting it at this place, but still leaving one large and commodious at Sandwich, which in process of time became the usual resort for shipping, and arose a flourishing harbour in its stead, as plainly appears by the histories of those times, by all of which, both the royal Saxon fleets, as well as those of the Danes, are said to sail for the port of Sandwich, and there to lie at different times; (fn. 11) and no further mention is made by any of them of this of Rutupiæ, Reptachester, or Richborough; so that the port being thus destroyed, the town became neglected and desolate, and with the castle sunk into a heap of ruins. Leland's description of it in king Henry VIII.'s reign, is very accurate, and gives an exceeding good idea of the progressive state of its decay to that time. He says, "Ratesburg otherwyse Richeboro was, of ever the ryver of Sture dyd turn his botom or old canale, withyn the Isle of the Thanet, and by Iykelyhod the mayn se came to the very foote of the castel. The mayn se ys now of yt a myle by reason of wose, that has there swollen up. The scite of the town or castel ys wonderful fair apon an hille. The walles the wich remayn ther yet be in cumpase almost as much as the tower of London. They have bene very hye thykke stronge and wel embateled. The mater of them is flynt mervelus and long brykes both white and redde after the Britons fascion. The sement was made of se sand and smaul pible. Ther is a great lykelyhod that the goodly hil abowte the castel and especially to Sandwich ward hath bene wel inhabited. Corne groweth on the hille yn bene mervelous plenty and yn going to plowgh ther hath owt of mynde fownd and now is mo antiquities of Romayne money than yn any place els of England surely reason speketh that this should be Rutupinum. For byside that the name sumwhat toucheth, the very near passage fro Cales Clyves or Cales was to Ratesburgh and now is to Sandwich, the which is about a myle of; though now Sandwich be not celebrated by cawse of Goodwine sandes and the decay of the haven. Ther is a good flyte shot of fro Ratesburg toward Sandwich a great dyke caste in a rownd cumpas as yt had bene for sens of menne of warre. The cumpase of the grownd withyn is not much above an acre and yt is very holo by casting up the yerth. They cawle the place there Lytleborough. Withyn the castel is a lytle paroche chirch of St. Augustine and an heremitage. I had antiquities of the heremite the which is an industrious man. Not far fro the hermitage is a cave wher men have sowt and digged for treasure. I saw it by candel withyn, and ther were conys. Yt was so straite that I had no mynd to crepe far yn. In the north side of the castel ys a hedde yn the walle, now fore defaced with wether. They call it queen Bertha hedde. Nere to that place hard by the wal was a pot of Romayne mony sownd."
The ruins of this antient castle stand upon the point of a hill or promontory, about a mile north-west from Sandwich, overlooking on each side, excepting towards the west, a great flat which appears by the lowness of it, and the banks of beach still shewing themselves in different places, to have been all once covered by the sea. The east side of this hill is great part of it so high and perpendicular from the flat at the foot of it, where the river Stour now runs, that ships with the greatest burthen might have lain close to it, and there are no signs of any wall having been there; but at the north end, where the ground rises into a natural terrace, so as to render one necessary, there is about 190 feet of wall left. Those on the other three sides are for the most part standing, and much more entire than could be expected, considering the number of years since they were built, and the most so of any in the kingdom, except Silchester. It is in shape an oblong square, containing within it a space of somewhat less than five acres. They are in general about ten feet high within, but their broken tops shew them to have been still higher. The north wall, on the outside, is about twice as high as it is within, or the other two, having been carried up from the very bottom of the hill, and it seems to have been somewhat longer than it is at present, by some pieces of it sallen down at the east end. The walls are about eleven feet thick. In the middle of the west side is the aperture of an entrance, which probably led to the city or town, and on the north side is another, being an entrance obliquely into the castle. Near the middle of the area are the ruins of some walls, full of bushes and briars, which seem as if some one had dug under ground among them, probably where once stood the prætorium of the Roman general, and where a church or chapel was afterwards erected, dedicated to St. Augustine, and taken notice of by Leland as such in his time. It appears to have been a chapel of ease to the church of Ash, for the few remaining inhabitants of this district, and is mentioned as such in the grant of the rectory of that church, anno 3 Edward VI. at which time it appears to have existed. About a furlong to the south, in a ploughed field, is a large circular work, with a hollow in the middle, the banks of unequal heights, which is supposed to have been an amphitheatre, built of turf, for the use of the garrison, the different heights of the banks having been occasioned by cultivation, and the usual decay, which must have happened from so great a length of time. These stations of the Romans, of which Richborough was one, were strong fortifications, for the most part of no great compass or extent, wherein were barracks for the loding of the soldiers, who had their usual winter quarters in them. Adjoining, or at no great distance from them, there were usually other, buildings forming a town; and such a one was here at Richborough, as has been already mentioned before, to which the station or fort was in the nature of a citadel, where the soldiers kept garrison. To this Tacitus seems to allude, when he says, "the works that in time of peace had been built, like a free town, not far from the camp, were destroyed, left they should be of any service to the enemy." (fn. 12) Which in great measure accounts for there being no kind of trace or remains left, to point out where this town once stood, which had not only the Romans, according to the above observation, but the Saxons and Danes afterwards, to carry forward at different æras the total destruction of it.
The burial ground for this Roman colony and station of Richborough, appears to have been on the hill at the end of Gilton town, in this parish, about two miles south-west from the castle, and the many graves which have been continually dug up there, in different parts of it, shew it to have been of general use for that purpose for several ages.
The scite of the castle at Richborough was part of the antient inheritance of the family of the Veres, earls of Oxford, from which it was alienated in queen Elizabeth's reign to Gaunt; after which it passed, in like manner as Wingham Barton before-described, to Thurbarne, and thence by marriage to Rivett, who sold it to Farrer, from whom it was alienated to Peter Fector, esq. of Dover, the present possessor of it. In the deed of conveyance it is thus described: And also all those the walls and ruins of the antient castle of Rutupium, now known by the name of Richborough castle, with the scite of the antient port and city of Rutupinum, being on and near the lands before-mentioned. About the walls of Richborough grows Fæniculum valgare, common fennel, in great plenty.
It may be learned from the second iter of Antonine's Itinerary, that there was once a Roman road, or highway from Canterbury to the port of Richborough, in which iter the two laft stations are, from Durovernum, Canterbury, to Richborough, ad portum Rutupis, xii miles; in which distance all the different copies of the Itinerary agree. Some parts of this road can be tracted at places at this time with certainty; and by the Roman burial-ground, usually placed near the side of a high road, at Gilton town, and several other Roman vestigia thereabouts, it may well be supposed to have led from Canterbury through that place to Richborough, and there is at this time from Goldston, in Ash, across the low-grounds to it, a road much harder and broader than usual for the apparent use of it, which might perhaps be some part of it.
Charities.
A person unknown gave four acres and an half of land, in Chapman-street, of the annual produce of 5l. towards the church assessments.
Thomas St. Nicholas, esq. of this parish, by deed about the year 1626, gave an annuity of 11. 5s. to be paid from his estate of Hoden, now belonging to the heirs of Nathaniel Elgar, esq. to be distributed yearly, 10s. to the repairing and keeping clean the Toldervey monument in this church, and 15s. on Christmas-day to the poor.
John Proude, the elder, of Ash, yeoman, by his will in 1626, ordered that his executor should erect upon his land adjoining to the church-yard, a house, which should be disposed of in future by the churchwardens and overseers, for a school-house, and for a storehouse, to lay in provision for the church and poor. This house is now let at 1l. per annum, and the produce applied to the use of the poor.
Richard Camden, in 1642, gave by will forty perches of land, for the use of the poor, and of the annual produce of 15s. now vested in the minister and churchwardens.
Gervas Cartwright, esq. and his two sisters, in 1710 and 1721, gave by deed an estate, now of the yearly value of 50l. for teaching fifty poor children to read, write, &c. vested in the minister, churchwardens, and other trustees.
The above two sisters, Eleanor and Anne Cartwright, gave besides 100l. for beautifying the chancel, and for providing two large pieces of plate for the communion service; and Mrs. Susan Robetts added two other pieces of plate for the same purpose.
There is a large and commodious workhouse lately built, for the use of the poor, to discharge the expence of which, 100l. is taken yearly out of the poor's rate, till the whole is discharged. In 1604, the charges of the poor were 29l. 15s. 11d. In 1779. 1000l.
There is a charity school for boys and girls, who are educated, but not cloathed.
The poor constantly relieved are about seventy-five, casually fifty-five.
This parish is within the ecclesiastical jurisdiction of the dioceseof Canterbury, and deanry of Bridge.
The church, which is dedicated to St. Nicholas, is a handsome building, of the form of a cross, consisting of two isles and two chancels, and a cross sept, having a tall spire steeple in the middle, in which are eight bells and a clock. It is very neat and handsome in the inside. In the high or south chancel is a monument for the Roberts's, arms, Argent, three pheons, sable, on a chief of the second, a greybound current of the first; another for the Cartwrights, arms, Or, a fess embattled, between three catherine wheels, sable. In the north wall is a monument for one of the family of Leverick, with his effigies, in armour, lying cross-legged on it; and in the same wall, westward, is another like monument for Sir John Goshall, with his effigies on it, in like manner, and in a hollow underneath, the effigies of his wife, in her head-dress, and wimple under her chin. A gravestone, with an inscription, and figure of a woman with a remarkable high high-dress, the middle part like a horseshoe inverted, for Jane Keriell, daughter of Roger Clitherow. A stone for Benjamin Longley, LL. B. minister of Ash twenty-nine years, vicar of Eynsford and Tonge, obt. 1783. A monument for William Brett, esq. and Frances his wife. The north chancel, dedicated to St. Nicholas, belongs to the manor of Molland. Against the north wall is a tomb, having on it the effigies of a man and woman, lying at full length, the former in armour, and sword by his side, but his head bare, a collar of SS about his neck, both seemingly under the middle age, but neither arms nor inscription, but it was for one of the family of Harflete, alias Septvans; and there are monuments and several memorials and brasses likewise for that family. A memorial for Thomas Singleton, M. D. of Molland, obt. 1710. One for John Brooke, of Brookestreet, obt. 1582, s. p. arms, Per bend, two eagles.—Several memorials for the Pekes, of Hills-court, and for Masters, of Goldstone. A monument for Christopher Toldervy, of Chartham, obt. 1618. A memorial for Daniel Hole, who, as well as his ancestors, had lived upwards of one hundred years at Goshall, as occupiers of it. In the north cross, which was called the chapel of St. Thomas the Martyr, was buried the family of St. Nicholas. The brass plates of whom, with their arms, are still to be seen. A tablet for Whittingham Wood, gent. obt. 1656. In the south cross, a monument for Richard Hougham, gent. of Weddington, and Elizabeth his wife, daughter of Edward Sanders, gent. of Norborne. An elegant monument for Mary, wife of Henry Lowman, esq. of Dortnued, in Germany. She died in 1737, and he died in 1743. And for lieutenant colonel Christopher Ernest Kien, obt. 1744, and Jane his wife, their sole daughter and heir, obt. 1762, and for Evert George Cousemaker, esq. obt. 1763, all buried in a vault underneath, arms, Or, on a mount vert, a naked man, bolding a branch in his hand, proper, impaling per bend sinister, argent and gules, a knight armed on borjeback, holding a tilting spear erect, the point downwards, all counterchanged. On the font is inscribed, Robert Minchard, arms, A crescent, between the points of it a mullet. Several of the Harfletes lie buried in the church-yard, near the porch, but their tombs are gone. On each side of the porch are two compartments of stone work, which were once ornamented with brasses, most probably in remembrance of the Harfleets, buried near them. At the corner of the church-yard are two old tombs, supposed for the family of Alday.
In the windows of the church were formerly several coats of arms, and among others, of Septvans, alias Harflete, Notbeame, who married Constance, widow of John Septvans; Brooke, Ellis, Clitherow, Oldcastle, Keriell, and Hougham; and the figures of St. Nicholas, Keriell, and Hougham, kneeling, in their respective surcoats of arms, but there is not any painted glass left in any part of the church or chancels.
John Septvans, about king Henry VII.'s reign, founded a chantry, called the chantry of the upper Hall, as appears by the will of Katherine Martin, of Faversham, sometime his wife, in 1497. There was a chantry of our blessed Lady, and another of St. Stephen likewise, in it; both suppressed in the 1st year of king Edward VI. when the former of them was returned to be of the clear yearly certified value of 15l. 11s. 1½d. (fn. 13)
The church of Ash was antiently a chapel of east to that of Wingham, and was, on the foundation of the college there in 1286, separated from it, and made a distinct parish church of itself, and then given to the college, with the chapels likewise of Overland and Fleet, in this parish, appurtenant to this church; which becoming thus appropriated to the college, continued with it till the suppression of it in king Edward VI.'s reign, when this part of the rectory or parsonage appropriate, called Overland parsonage, with the advowson of the church, came, with the rest of the possessions of the college, into the hands of the crown, where the advowson of the vicarage, or perpetual curacy of it did not remain long, for in the year 1558, queen Mary granted it, among others, to the archbishop. But the above-mentioned part of the rectory, or parsonage appropriate of Ash, with those chapels, remained in the crown, till queen Elizabeth, in her 3d year, granted it in exchange to archbishop Parker, who was before possessed of that part called Goldston parsonage, parcel of the late dissolved priory of St. Gregory, by grant from king Henry VIII. so that now this parish is divided into two distinct parsonages, viz. of Overland and of Goldston, which are demised on separate beneficial leases by the archbishop, the former to the heirs of Parker, and the latter, called Gilton parsonage, from the house and barns of it being situated in that hamlet, to George Gipps, esq. M. P. for Canterbury. The patronage of the perpetual curacy remains parcel of the possessions of the see of Canterbury.
¶At the time this church was appropriated to the college of Wingham, a vicarage was endowed in it, which after the suppression of the college came to be esteemed as a perpetual curacy. It is not valued in the king's books. The antient stipend paid by the provost, &c. to the curate being 16l. 13s. 4d. was in 1660, augmented by archbishop Juxon with the addition of 33l. 6s. 8d. per annum; and it was afterwards further augmented by archbishop Sheldon, anno 28 Charles II. with twenty pounds per annum more, the whole to be paid by the several lessees of these parsonages. Which sum of seventy pounds is now the clear yearly certified value of it. In 1588 here were communicants five hundred; in 1640, eight hundred and fifty. So far as appears by the registers, the increase of births in this parish is almost double to what they were two hundred years ago.
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Italian postcard by B.F.F. Edit., no. 2255. Photo: RKO Radio.
Blue-eyed American actor Henry Fonda (1905-1982) exemplified not only integrity and strength, but an ideal of the common man fighting against social injustice and oppression. He is most remembered for his roles as Abe Lincoln in Young Mr. Lincoln (1939), Tom Joad in The Grapes of Wrath (1940), for which he received an Academy Award Nomination, and more recently, Norman Thayer in On Golden Pond (1981), for which he received an Oscar for Best Actor in 1982. Notably he also played against character as the villain 'Frank' in Sergio Leone's classic Spaghetti Western Once upon a time in the West (1968). Fonda is considered one of Hollywood's old-time legends and his lifelong career spanned almost 50 years.
Henry Jaynes Fonda was born in Grand Island, Nebraska in 1905. His parents were Elma Herberta (Jaynes) and William Brace Fonda, who worked in advertising and printing and was the owner of the W. B. Fonda Printing Company in Omaha, Nebraska. His distant ancestors were Italians who had fled their country around 1400 and moved to Holland, presumably because of political or religious persecution. In the early1600's, they crossed the Atlantic and were among the early Dutch settlers in America. They established a still-thriving small town in upstate New York named Fonda, named after patriarch Douw Fonda, who was later killed by Indians. In 1919, young Henry was a first-hand witness to the Omaha race riots and the brutal lynching of Will Brown. This enraged the 14 years old Fonda and he kept a keen awareness of prejudice for the rest of his life. Following graduation from high school in 1923, Henry got a part-time job in Minneapolis with the Northwestern Bell Telephone Company which allowed him at first to pursue journalistic studies at the University of Minnesota. In 1925, having returned to Omaha, Henry reevaluated his options and came to the conclusion that journalism was not his forte, after all. For a while, he tried his hand at several temporary jobs, including as a mechanic and a window dresser. At age 20, Fonda started his acting career at the Omaha Community Playhouse, when his mother's friend Dodie Brando (mother of Marlon Brando) recommended that he try out for a juvenile part in You and I, in which he was cast as Ricky. Then he received the lead in Merton of the Movies and realized the beauty of acting as a profession. It allowed him to deflect attention from his own tongue-tied personality and create stage characters relying on someone else's scripted words. The play and its star received fairly good notices in the local press. It ran for a week, and for the rest of the repertory season, Henry advanced to assistant director which enabled him to design and paint sets as well as act. A casual trip to New York, however, had already made him set his sights on Broadway. In 1926, he moved to the Cape Cod University Players, where he met his future wife Margaret Sullavan. His first professional role was in The Jest, by Sem Benelli. James Stewart joined the Players a few months after Fonda left, but he would become his closest lifelong friend. In 1928, Fonda went east to New York to be with Margaret Sullavan, and to expand his theatrical career on Broadway. His first Broadway role was a small one in A Game of Love and Death with Alice Brady and Claude Rains. Henry played leads opposite Margaret Sullavan, who became the first of his five wives in 1931. They broke up in 1933. In 1934, he got a break of sorts, when he was given the chance to present a comedy sketch with Imogene Coca in the Broadway revue New Faces. That year, he also hired Leland Hayward as his personal management agent and this was to pay off handsomely. Major Broadway roles followed, including New Faces of America and The Farmer Takes a Wife. The following year he married Frances Seymour Brokaw with whom he had two children: Jane Fonda and Peter Fonda, also to become screen stars.
The 29-year old Henry Fonda was persuaded by Leland Hayward to become a Hollywood actor, despite initial misgivings and reluctance on Henry's part. Independent producer Walter Wanger, whose growing stock company was birthed at United Artists, needed a star for The Farmer Takes a Wife (Victor Fleming, 1935) opposite Janet Gaynor. I.S. Mowis at IMDb: “With both first choice actors Gary Cooper and Joel McCrea otherwise engaged, Henry was the next available option. After all, he had just completed a successful run on Broadway in the stage version. The cheesy publicity tag line for the picture was "you'll be fonder of Fonda", but the film was an undeniable hit.” Wanger, realizing he had a good thing going, next cast Henry in a succession of A-grade pictures which capitalized on his image as the sincere, unaffected country boy. Pick of the bunch were the Technicolor outdoor Western The Trail of the Lonesome Pine (Henry Hathaway, 1936) with Sylvia Sidney, and the gritty Depression-era drama You Only Live Once (Fritz Lang, 1937) with Henry as a back-to-the-wall good guy forced into becoming a fugitive from the law by circumstance). Then followed the screwball comedy The Moon's Our Home (William A. Seiter, 1936) with ex-wife Margaret Sullavan, the excellent pre-civil war-era romantic drama Jezebel (William Wyler, 1938) featuring Bette Davis, and the Western Jesse James ( Henry King, 1939) starring Tyrone Power. Fonda rarely featured in comedy, except for a couple of good turns opposite Barbara Stanwyck and Gene Tierney - with both he shared an excellent on-screen chemistry - in The Mad Miss Manton (Leigh Jason, 1938), The Lady Eve (Preston Sturges, 1941) and the successful Rings on Her Fingers (Rouben Mamoulian, 1942). Henry gave his best screen performance to date in Young Mr. Lincoln (John Ford, 1939), a fictionalized account of the early life of the American president as a young lawyer facing his greatest court case. Henry made two more films with director John Ford: the pioneering drama Drums Along the Mohawk (1939) with Claudette Colbert, and The Grapes of Wrath (1940), an adaptation of John Steinbeck's novel about an Oklahoma family who moved west during the Dust Bowl. In his career-defining role as Tom Joad, Fonda played the archetypal grassroots American trying to stand up against oppression. His relationship with Ford would end on the set of Mister Roberts (John Ford, Mervyn LeRoy, 1955) when he objected to Ford's direction of the film. Ford punched Fonda and had to be replaced.
The Grapes of Wrath (John Ford, 1940) set the tone for Henry Fonda’s subsequent career. In this vein, he gave a totally convincing, though historically inaccurate, portrayal in the titular role of The Return of Frank James (Fritz Lang, 1940), a rare example of a sequel improving upon the original. He projected integrity and quiet authority whether he played lawman Wyatt Earp in My Darling Clementine (John Ford, 1946) or a reluctant posse member in The Ox-Bow Incident (William A. Wellman, 1943). In between these two films, Fonda enlisted in the Navy to fight in World War II, saying, and served in the Navy for three years. He then starred in The Fugitive (John Ford, 1947), and Fort Apache (John Ford, 1948), as a rigid Army colonel, along with John Wayne and Shirley Temple in her first adult role. The following years, he did not appear in many films. Fonda was one of the most active, and most vocal, liberal Democrats in Hollywood. During the 1930s, he had been a founding member of the Hollywood Democratic Committee, formed in support of President Franklin D. Roosevelt's New Deal agenda. In 1947, in the middle of the McCarthy witch hunt, he moved to New York, not returning to Hollywood until 1955. His son Peter Fonda writes in his autobiography Don't Tell Dad: A Memoir (1999) that he believes that Henry's liberalism caused him to be gray-listed during the early 1950s. Fonda returned to Broadway to play the title role in Mister Roberts for which he won the Tony Award as best dramatic actor. In 1979, he won a second special Tony, and was nominated for a Tony Award Clarence Darrow (1975). Later he played a juror committed to the ideal of total justice in 12 Angry Men (Sidney Lumet, 1957) which he also produced, and a nightclub musician wrongly accused of murder in The Wrong Man (Alfred Hitchcock, 1956). During the next decade, he played in The Longest Day (Ken Annakin, Andrew Marton a.o., 1962), How the West Was Won (John Ford, Henry Hathaway, George Marshall, 1962) and as a poker-playing grifter in the Western comedy A Big Hand for the Little Lady (Fielder Cook, 1966) with Joanne Woodward. A big hit was the family comedy Yours, Mine and Ours (Melvillle Shavelson, 1968), in which he co-starred with Lucille Ball. The same year, just to confound those who would typecast him, he gave a chilling performance as one of the coldest, meanest stone killers ever to roam the West, in Sergio Leone's Western epic C'era una volta il West/Once Upon a Time in the West (1968) opposite Charles Bronson and Claudia Cardinale. With James Stewart, he teamed up in Firecreek (Vincent McEveety, 1968), where Fonda again played the heavy, and the Western omedy The Cheyenne Social Club (Gene Kelly, 1970). Despite his old feud with John Ford, Fonda spoke glowingly of the director in Peter Bogdanovich's documentary Directed by John Ford (1971). Fonda had refused to participate until he learned that Ford had insisted on casting Fonda as the lead in the film version of Mr. Roberts (1955), reviving Fonda's film career after concentrating on the stage for years. Illness curtailed Fonda’s work in the 1970s. In 1976, Fonda returned in the World War II blockbuster Midway (Jack Smight, 1976) with Charlton Heston. Fonda finished the 1970s in a number of disaster films wilth all-star casts: the Italian killer octopus thriller Tentacoli/Tentacles (Ovidio G. Assonitis, 1977), Rollercoaster (James Goldstone, 1977) with Richard Widmark, the killer bee action film The Swarm (Irwin Allen, 1978), the global disaster film Meteor (Ronald Neame, 1979), with Sean Connery, and the Canadian production City on Fire (Alvin Rakoff, 1979), which also featured Shelley Winters and Ava Gardner. His final screen role was as an octogenarian in On Golden Pond (Mark Rydell, 1981), in which he was joined by Katharine Hepburn and his daughter Jane. It finally won him an Oscar on the heels of an earlier Honorary Academy Award. Too ill to attend the ceremony, Henry Fonda died soon after at the age of 77, having left a lasting legacy matched by few of his peers. His later wives were Susan Blanchard (1950-1956), Leonarda Franchetti (1957-1961) and Shirlee Fonda (1965- till his death in 1982). With Blanchard he had a daughter, Amy Fishman (1953). His grandchildren are the actors Bridget Fonda, Justin Fonda, Vanessa Vadim and Troy Garity.
Sources: Laurence Dang (IMDb), I.S. Mowis (IMDb), Wikipedia, and IMDb.
I have enjoyed making bread with bought instant yeast for past 2 decades and for most of that time I have intermittently thought about having a go at sourdough bread but never quite followed through on it.
I am seriously impressed at the result of my first attempt at sourdough- so delicious - the crust especially! Bread is a foundation of civilisation and sourdough seems a very real and direct connection to the first raised breads. It is the bread that caught on!
Process
starter ==> sponge ==> bread dough ==> bread
Starter or "mother"
Mix 100g flour and 150ml water and leave at room temperature for 2 days.
Chuck half of the mix away away and add a couple of tablespoons of flour and enough water to make it runny again.
Repeat for another few days, discarding half and adding more water and flour - by 5 days it should get bubbly within a few hours of being replenished.
It took me 5 days to get it to go bubbly and then it got stronger and stronger. I started the starter 13 days before I made the bread in the picture but my task should be easier now. Apparently you can leave the starter in the fridge for a week or two and then revive it with flour and water. I havent tried this yet but it is the plan going forward. I hope to have the starter handy all the time and be able to make a loaf at a day's notice.
Sponge:
This is the "get ready" phase.
To make the sponge in a big bowl add:
~100g of starter (if in the fridge then get it to room temp first).
300g flour
300ml water.
pinch of salt
Leave to rise with a loose cover in a warm place for 4 hours.
It can be popped in the fridge after this if you want to make the loaf the next day or used directly at the end of the 4 hours. It will be bubbly and big. If it isnt dont proceed.
Bread dough:
Add a further 350g of flour to the sponge and a further tsp of salt and a splash of olive oil. Knead for 15 minutes or until very silky. Roll into a loaf, score top and put into container for baking. I used a Le Creuset roasting dish and oiled it well.
Let rise for 2 hours in a warm place.
Bake - 220C for 45 minutes (This was perfect for our Everhot oven but all ovens are different so adjust/check, a fan oven will probably be quite a bit faster)
I like Flickr as a place to go back to things- I now have the recipe stored and searchable!
Another year of roving & rambling. Another year of running to sometimes stand still. Another year of growing but not necessarily getting smarter. Another year of searching …
Leaving the bed way too early just to find those misty mornings by the side of the road …
Searching for one more rainbow in that cold beautiful winter light down this old road …
Just to find a bucket full of tears & a hard luck story & a bad moon risin’ behind & …
Just to see that things left in the dust & all the running makes me miss where I'm from …
And what I will become will slowly taking shape amidst the balancing, the diesel & dust …
Amidst all the long time rambling while we seem to loose our spirit to the wind & sun …
And find rest while listening. And find cure in that ol' brother of mine called whiskey …
But all it takes is smiling at the world & suddenly the sweetest young girls smile back …
At that fast-talkin’ & hell raisin’ son-of-a-bitch & that sinner who knows how to fight …
At this rambling brother howlin’ at the big ol’ moon who was built, just built to roam & …
So he will roll & he will suffer while that damn ol’ road seems to gets longer & longer & …
And suddenly there's a place where everything around you vanishes for a blink of an eye …
Knowing you won’t get lost along the way, someone will wait where you’re heading to …
And these streets are ours even if our nights are filled with smiles all sweet with pain …
But we can never leave 'cause our hearts & souls were there, are there & will be there …
And what we left behind we will return to & where we never been to we're heading for …
In between a milion light years, arrivals, departures & another magic night to dive into …
Señor Blues left 7th street wonderland & he don’t care what tomorrow brings as long …
As it looks dark, blue & way evil filled with all the sparkling late night rock’n'roll promises …
Hearts flutter and race, the moon's on the wane / Tarts mutter their dream hopes the night will ordain / Come schemers and dancers, cherry delight / As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound and it cuts through the night / And I've hocked all my yesterdays / Don't try and change my tune / 'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone / I'm drunk on the moon (Tom Waits)
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Thanks for your companionship in the past year folks & I’m hoping to see you on these roads somewhere in 2015. All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
© Hardenbergstr. Berlin, 2014, Florian Fritsch