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the midwife showed us the whomb just after the birth.
Turning it inside out you can see what is called 'The Tree of life' - some people bring it back home and plant a tree upon it in their garden (we didn't).
You can clearly see the thick blood veins and the umbilical cord feeding the growing baby inside.
Ain't life just fantastic - everytime I start thinking about what a complex mechanism a human being is, and how such a being is created I'm simply amazed....show me a machine that can do such wonders (they're just down to 0's and 1's)
© David K. Edwards. When baby is imminently on its way, it's what is called a Midwife Crisis. Ceramics from Ubeda, Spain.
Charlie Rae Young is a Home Birth Midwife in Tampa FL.
All photos part of the Barefoot Birth archive and shared with permission.
In 1575 Mother Barnes, a midwife from nearby Great Shefford, was brought blindfolded to the bedroom off this landing to attend a masked lady in labour. A baby boy was delivered and handed to a man, also masked, waiting on the landing who flung the child on the fire and held it down with his boot until it perished. He threatened Mother Barnes with untold misery if she told anyone but before being blindfolded again and led downstairs she had the presence of mind to use her scissors to snip a tiny piece of fabric from the bed hangings. She also thought to count the steps to the room. She was taken home on horseback by a different cross country route, given a purse of monies and again warned to say nothing of the events of that night.
Mother Barnes kept silent for years until, when close to death, she divulged all to the Magistrates, who thanks to her evidence identified Littlecote as the scene of the crime and "Wild" William Darrell as the perpetrator. The mother may have been the sister of a male employee at Littlecote named Bonham. She was alleged to have been appallingly treated by Darrell and made preganant by him at least once. Darrell was arrested but never tried, thanks to his legal advisor Sir John Popham. In return, Darrell agreed that the estate would pass to Popham on his death.
in 1589 Darell was riding with his friends when his horse was startled by a ball of light bearing a baby's face. His horse reared, he was thrown, broke his neck and died. The spot is known as Darrell's Stile, and to this day horses will not go near it.
The baby's mother haunts here, and the baby can be heard crying.
I Meet a friendly Midwife and her son for an Breastfeedingshooting in her House. Everything was beautiful and so lovely decoratet. I'm Falling in Love with The big windows and this giant seat
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MAYPORT, Fla. (Oct. 28, 2021) - Lt. Cmdr. Christine Higgins, a certified nurse midwife, speaks with a Navy Airman at Naval Branch Health Clinic Mayport. Higgins, a native of Providence, Kentucky, holds a doctor of nursing practice from Emory University. She says, "It's important to get regular Pap tests to screen for cervical cancer, for early detection and treatment of any precancerous cells. I encourage all women to get routine wellness exams to maintain the healthiest version of themselves possible." (U.S. Navy photo by Deidre Smith, Naval Hospital Jacksonville/Released).
Holy Trinity, Long Melford, Suffolk
A seated, elderly Joseph (right) looks on as the three kings offer gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh to his son. His young wife Mary reclines in glory, while a midwife stands behind to comfort her. Two small cattle peer from beneath her bed. The three kings have reached the end of their long journey, and it has all been worthwhile.
A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.
And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
and running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.
Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arriving at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you might say) satisfactory.
All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.
T S Eliot, the Journey of the Magi
My wife's mother Joan died. Only a few months before, we had wandered around the churchyard at Long Melford visiting the graves of Joan's parents and brothers, but she fell ill suddenly in October, and at the start of November she died peacefully in her sleep. It was All Saints Day.
It was more than half a century since she had been married in Long Melford church, and more than forty since her daughter Jacqueline was baptised there. This was the family church, and that made it special in a particular way, but Holy Trinity is a special place in lots of ways, of course. Easily the grandest church in Suffolk, more feminine and beautiful than its near rival Lavenham, it was the only church in Suffolk to receive five stars in Simon Jenkins' sometimes controversial England's Thousand Best Churches. Ignoring the most un-Suffolk-like 20th Century tower, the vast nave with its aisles and clerestories is the crowning moment of East Anglian Perpendicular, with which only Salle in Norfolk can compete.
In 1960, when Joan had married here, Long Melford was still an industrial village with an ironworks and other factories, but all that is gone now. It is hard to see beyond a pleasant picture postcard village, with its antique shops along the long High Street which stretches southwards from the village green all the way to Sudbury. The graves that sprawl eastwards of the church are a reminder that ordinary lives are led even in a place like this.
The setting of Holy Trinity is superlative. At the highest point and square onto the vast village green, its southern elevation is punctuated by the 16th Century Trinity Hospital almshouses. Across the green is the prospect of Melford Hall's pepperpot turrets and chimneys behind a long Tudor wall. Another great house, Kentwell Hall, is to the north. Kentwell was home to the Clopton family, whose name you meet again and again inside the church. Norman Scarfe described it as in a way, a vast memorial chapel to the family.
Holy Trinity is the longest church in Suffolk, longer even than Mildenhall, but this is because of a feature unique in the county, a large lady chapel separate from the rest of the church beyond the east end of the chancel. The chapel itself is bigger than many East Anglian churches, although it appears externally rather domestic with its triple gable at the east end. There is a good collection of medieval glass in the otherwise clear windows, as well as a couple of modern pieces, and a very modern altarpiece at the central altar. Jacqueline's mother remembered attending Sunday School in this chapel in the 1940s.
The intimacy of the Lady Chapel is in great contrast to the vast walls of glass which stretch away westwards, the huge perpendicular windows of the nave aisles and clerestories, which appear to make the castellated nave roof float in air. An inscription in the clerestory records the date at which the building was completed as 1496. Forty years later, it would all have been much more serious. Sixty years later, it would not have been built at all. A brick tower was added in the early 18th Century, and the present tower, by GF Bodley, was encased around it in 1903. As Sam Mortlock observes, this tower might seem out of place in Suffolk, but it nevertheless matches the scale and character of the building. It is hard to imagine the church without it.
I came here back in May with my friend David Striker, who, despite living thousands of miles away in Colorado, has nearly completed his ambition to visit every medieval church in Norfolk and Suffolk. This was his first visit to Long Melford, mine only the latest of many. We stepped down into the vast, serious space.. There was a fairly considerable 19th Century restoration here, as witnessed by the vast sprawl of Minton tiles on the floor, although perhaps the sanctuary furnishings are the building's great weakness. Perhaps it is the knowledge of this that fails to turn my head eastwards, but instead draws me across to the north aisle for the best collection of medieval glass in Suffolk. During the 19th century restoration it was collected into the east window and north and south aisles, but in the 1960s it was all recollected here. Even on a sunny day it is a perfect setting for exploring it.
The most striking figures are probably those of the medieval donors, who originally would have been set prayerfully at the base of windows of devotional subjects. Famously, the portrait of Elizabeth, Duchess of Norfolk is said to have provided the inspiration for John Tenneil's Duchess in his illustrations to Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland, although I'm not sure there is any evidence for this. Indeed, several of the ladies here might have provided similar inspiration.
The best glass is the pieta, Mary holding the body of Christ the Man of Sorrows. Beneath it is perhaps the best-known, the Holy Trinity represented in a roundel as three hares with their ears interlocking. An angel holding a Holy Trinity shield in an upper light recalls the same thing at Salle. Other glass includes a fine resurrection scene and a sequence of 15th Century Saints. There is also a small amount of continental glass collected in later centuries, including a most curious oval lozenge of St Francis receiving the stigmata.
Walking eastwards down the north aisle until the glass runs out, you are rewarded by a remarkable survival, a 14th century alabaster panel of the Adoration of the Magi. It probably formed part of the altar piece here, and was rediscovered hidden under the floorboards in the 18th century. Fragments of similar reliefs survive elsewhere in East Anglia, but none in such perfect condition.
Beyond it, you step through into the north chancel chapel where there are a number of Clopton brasses, impressive but not in terribly good condition, and then beyond that into the secretive Clopton chantry. This beautiful little chapel probably dates from the completion of the church in the last decade of the 15th century. Here, chantry priests would have celebrated Masses for the dead of the Clopton family. The chapel is intricately decorated with devotional symbols and vinework, as well as poems attributed to John Lidgate.
The beautiful Tudor tracery of the window is filled with elegant clear glass except for another great survival, a lily crucifix. This representation occurs just once more in Suffolk, on the font at Great Glemham. The panel is probably a later addition here from elsewhere in the church, but it is still haunting to think of the Chantry priests kneeling towards the window as they asked for intercessions for the souls of the Clopton dead. It was intended that the prayers of the priests would sustain the Cloptons in perpetuity, but in fact it would last barely half a century before the Reformation outlawed such practices.
You step back into the chancel to be confronted by the imposing stone reredos. Its towering heaviness is out of sympathy with the lightness and simplicity of the Perpendicular windows, and it predates Bodley's restoration. The screen which separates the chancel from the south chapel is medeival, albeit restored, and I was struck by a fierce little dragon, although photographing it into the strong south window sunshine beyond proved impossible. The brasses in the south chapel are good, and in better condition. They are to members of the Martyn family.
The south chapel is also the last resting place of Long Melford's other great family, the Cordells. Sir William Cordell's tomb dominates the space. He died in 1581, and donated the Trinity Hospital outside. His name survives elsewhere in Long Melford: my wife's mother grew up on Cordell Road, part of a council estate cunningly hidden from the High Street by its buildings on the east side. At the west end of the aisle is the towering 1930s cover to the medieval font where her daughter would be baptised.
Before she died, Joan asked that she should not be buried among the family graves at Long Melford, because they were too far from home, and she thought it would make it difficult for her husband to visit her there. If I tell you that Joan and Bob lived off the Melford Road in Sudbury, barely three miles from the church, and in any case Bob is a perfectly capable car driver, it might give you an insight into how parochial working class Suffolk still was in the early years of the 21st century. Instead, she chose to be buried in Sudbury, within walking distance of the family home. But anyone who knew her well would tell you that she was really a Melford girl at heart.
Simon Knott, January 2013
Programme Name: Call the Midwife S7 - TX: n/a - Episode: n/a (No. n/a) - Picture Shows: Nurse Lucille Anderson (LEONIE ELLIOTT) - (C) Neal Street productions - Photographer: Sophie Mutevelian
This was seen in the Christmas 2019 edition of 'Call the Midwife' which was filmed on the Western Isles. The registration number UDT318 is false and appears to have been put on for the period drama. Does anyone know the true id of it?
Aminata Camara, midwife at Ross Road Community Health Center in Freetown, Sierra Leone on June 19, 2015. Photo © Dominic Chavez/World Bank
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This toad may look a little odd if you are used to looking at British toads. The most notable difference is its eye, which has a vertical, eliptical pupil like a cat. That's because this is no ordinary toad. This is the Midwife Toad (Alytes obstetricans). It is so named because unlike most frogs and toads, it looks after its progeny. The male carries the spawn around on its hind quarters like a giant pair of knickers, which it crafts by pummelling the egg mass with its legs. It carries the eggs around until they are ready to hatch, then he takes them to water to release the tadpoles. The native range is across much of western Europe but it is not native to Britain. But it does occur as a naturalised introduction in several places. I know of one population in South Yorkshire, which is where I photographed this individual.
A clever twist on the old toy doctor kit, this little set provides your child with everything she (or he) needs to explore the job of a midwife.
Children love to imitate what they see in real life. A child who accompanies her mother to prenatal appointments will witness the midwife
doing the same things over and over....
estimating the gestational age of the baby using a pregnancy wheel,
measuring the mother's belly,
palpating the mother's belly to determine the baby's position,
listening to the mother's belly for fetal heart tones,
and taking the mother's blood pressure.
This little kit provides all the tools she needs: It's the perfect gift for an expectant sibling or for a midwife's office or house-call kit.
Made from 100% cotton fabrics with cotton blend batting, polyester fiberfill, and dense foam, these toy instruments are soft and safe
(so mommy won't get jabbed in the belly by an over-zealous three-year old with a toy fetoscope).
All seams are double stitched for safety and durability, however extremely rough play could produce small pieces.
This toy is intended for children who do not put their toys in their mouths, approximately age 3 and older.
Kit includes a soft sculpted allen-style fetoscope with stretchy earpieces that gently hug your child's head to mimic the way a real fetoscope is worn,
velcro adjustable blood pressure cuff with a soft stuffed bulb, tape measure with embroidered numbers, and
pregnancy wheel with free-hand embroidered fetuses to illustrate how the baby grows from month to month...
all inside a soft draw-string linen bag. Each item was sewn and sculpted by hand with lots of sweet little details.
Common Midwife Toad, Alytes obstetricans
Series on white background
Rex Midwife, Terry Magenta, and Maggie Gunderson...all guests on the upcoming talk show "Touch Base with Gregg Sween"...coming this summer!
Best Scene: When the innkeeper’s (“Greta” was played by Freda Jackson) daughter (Marie Devereux) falls prey to the Baron and is buried, she is interred in the churchyard. Van Helsing goes one night to investigate her grave, and finds “Greta” Freda Jackson laying with her ear to the mound, muttering into the freshly turned earth.
“Yes my dear, I know it’s dark. No, I can’t help. You’ve got to push….”
The scene has a really macabre intensity, and the unmistakable allusions to childbirth play out perfectly, with Freda, already established as having nursed the young Baron from infancy, playing the part of an encouraging midwife as the innkeeper’s daughter’s pale hand slowly breaks through the ground and she is ‘born’ as a vampire, emerging at last from her coffin, pale and fanged.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSusc0RZegk&feature=share&... Trailer
The Brides were played by: Andree’ Melly as “Gina”and Marie Devereux as the “Village Girl”.
“Baroness Meinster" was played by Martita Hunt and “Marianne Danielle” was Yvonne Monlaur.
“Greta” was played by Freda Jackson :
Best Dialogue/Line: Baroness: Who is it that is not afraid?
Van Helsing: Only God has no fear.
Baroness: Why have you come here?
Van Helsing: To find your son.
Baroness Meinster: Then you know who I am?
Van Helsing: I know who you were…
Director Terence Fisher's follow-up to the hit Horror of Dracula was one of only a few Hammer vampire films to not feature Christopher Lee in the lead role. David Peel was instead cast as Baron Meinster, with Peter Cushing returning as Dr. Van Helsing to combat the bloodsucking fiend.
The Brides of Dracula is the first sequel to 'The Horror of Dracula'. This film does not have Christopher Lee, or Dracula for that matter, but is among the most lush of the Hammer films.
Release Date: 1960
Directed By: Terence Fisher
Written By: Jimmy Sangster, Peter Bryan, and Edward Percy
Peter Cushing as Doctor Van Helsing
Martina Hunt as Baroness Meinster
Yvonne Mauler as Marianne Danielle
Freda Jackson as Greta:
David Peel as Baron Meinster
The young and beautiful French schoolteacher Marianne (Yvonne Mauler) is abandoned by her coach driver in an isolated village. When she arrives at an inn seeking shelter, she ignores the warnings of others and goes with Baroness Meinster (Martina Hunt) to stay with her at her castle. There she meets the Baroness’ handsome son, Baron Meinster (David Peel), who has his leg chained to a wall. He tells her that his mother has taken his right to the lands and imprisoned him. She steals the keys and sets him free, and his mother and their servant Greta (Freda Jackon) become terribly upset. The Baroness is bitten and killed by her evil son, who we learn is a vampire. When Greta shows the body to Marianne she runs away and is found by Van Helsing (Peter Cushing). The Baron, now free, turns his mother into a vampire, as well as, a little later, a pretty girl from the village. Meanwhile, Greta has become his human servant. He sets his eyes on making Marianne his as well, and only Van Helsing can stop his reign of evil.
This is the first of Hammer’s sequels to their classic, influential, and hugely successful The Horror of Dracula. Christopher Lee does not return and there is no Dracula, nor is there any mention of him in the movie, aside from the narration at the beginning which
tells that he has many followers. Van Helsing, though, does return making him the most direct link to the aforementioned film.
Fisher finely directs The Brides of Dracula, and it ranks as one of the most lush and sumptuous of all of the Hammer films from the period. The sets are beautiful, as are the costumes worn by the cast. The film is always stunning to look at, a truly lavish production in every sense of the word, despite the surely low budget.
There are some very exciting and memorable moments in The Brides of Dracula, and even before Cushing ever sets into a single frame, there is already a wonderful set-up. One such moment is when the Baroness talks about her son introducing him for the very first time. It’s a great bit of dialogue, and of acting from Hunt, and it really sets up the tone, as well as the characters and story. Another potent, and ultimately creepy, scene comes when the pretty vamp is resurrected while Greta cheers her on. Both the first confrontation between the Baron and Van Helsing and the climax are very thrilling. In fact, the later is one of the finest of any and all of Hammer’s movies. And, the ending is simply awesome and features one of the coolest ways to dispose of a vampire, ever!
Hunt isn’t the only one who gives a great performance, as the whole cast is just excellent. Cushing is his always amazing self, proving yet again that he is the definitive Van Helsing. He remains heroic and classy throughout the movie. Peel makes for a great villain - So good, that any disappointment over Lee not appearing in The Brides of Dracula fade quickly. There are few greater complements that can be paid to a horror star than that. Peel’s Baron is sly, seductive, classy, and outright evil. Mauler makes for a likeable and beautiful heroine in the movie, and in keeping with the Hammer tradition both of the vampire “brides” to the Baron are very sexy and attractive as well.
The wonderful acting in this film is strengthened by great dialogue, and the script is perhaps the best in all of vampire movie history. This is an amazing film that has rightfully taken its place as one of Hammer’s very best films, and well lives up to its legacy. No list of the best of Hammer’s work is complete without including The Brides of Dracula, and no true fan of bloodsucker cinema should miss it.
found at milepost 189.9 on the Blue Ridge Parkway - with an amazing story...
294/365
>>Born in 1837, "Aunt" Orlena Hawks Puckett lived here during the latter of her 102 years. A bride at 16, Mrs. Puckett and her husband first farmed below nearby Groundhog Mountain, later moving up to this spot "on top of the mountain."
Mrs. Puckett was past 50 when she began a long career of midwifery. She assisted at the birth of more than 1000 babies, delivering the last in 1939, the year she died. It has been said she never lost a child or mother through her own fault. Tragically, none of Mrs. Puckett's own 24 children lived past infancy.
Regardless of weather, "Aunt" Orlena went wherever and whenever called. Sometimes on horseback, often walking, the midwife brought assurance and kindness to all she visited. When she began her practice around 1890 her fee was one dollar, and "when times was good," six dollars. Often receiving food or other goods in lieu of money, she generously shared all she had with neighbors or those in need.
Today, Orlena Puckett is remembered in this area for her witty, cheerful personality, as well as for her unselfish and skillful practice as a midwife.<<
- Text from the placard by the cabin.
Additional note:
Orlean and John Puckett lived in a larger house that was located in what is now the garden plot on this site. The cabin here currently was moved to the property for one of John’s sisters to live in. It is preserved by the National Park Service to keep the memory of Orlean alive.
The Midwife Center's 8th annual cake contest and fundraiser party, Let Them Eat Cake - "5001: A Baby Odyssey", celebrated the anticipated arrival of their 5,000th birth! The fun, futuristic theme made for an out-of-this-world photobooth!
Photo by Renee Greenlee, reneegreenlee.daportfolio.com
In Afghanistan we visited project sites of Healnet TPO, a Dutch based NGO with years of experience in Afghanistan. We visited project sites in Jalalabad and around to learn more on their midwifery programs that run throughout the government. Their policies have now been implemented by the Afghan government through the whole country.
Midwife Rose Vishangweli breastfeeding her daughter in Mkanga 2 village in the Lindi district of Tanzania..
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Over the last year Save the Children has trained 392 health workers in the Lindi region of Tanzania, and provided them with the skills they need to stop preventable deaths associated to child birth and newborn babies. .
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Lindi region is one of the Tanzania's poorest areas - where children and mothers die in higher numbers than anywhere else in the country. Under-five mortality rate in Lindi is as high as 117 per 1,000 live births. Children's in this region is influenced by complex issues including remoteness, poor infrastructure such as roads and electricity, lack of education, inadequate planning and budgeting for health, lack of equipment and staff training as well as socio-cultural and religious beliefs..
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Maternal, new born and child health indicators are still relatively poor in Tanzania, with the Maternal Mortality Ration as high as 454 deaths per 100,000 births, neonatal death of 26 per 1,000, Infant Mortality Rate of 51 per 1,000 and under five Mortality Rate of 81 per 1,000 live births. .
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Picture by Jordi Matas for Save the Children
The common midwife toad is a species of midwife frog in the family Alytidae. It is found in North Western Europe, although the British Isles are not part of its natural range. It is relatively small, typically less than 5cm long. The usually nocturnal call is a repetitive sound reminiscent of a smoke alarm's low battery warning - a high pitched 'electronic' beep with a relatively clear tone. Sometimes, this call is performed even during day from the toad's den. Characteristically, the male carries fertilised eggs around on his ankles - hence the common name.
Nativity in Byzantine tradition with midwifes and Jesus first bath
London BL Egerton MS 1139 Folio-2r [1131-43 CE]
The Melisende Psalter (London, British Library, MS Egerton 1139) is an illuminated manuscript commissioned around 1135 in the crusader Kingdom of Jerusalem, probably by King Fulk for his wife Queen Melisende.
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