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Amanda's very-first-ever Ren Fair experience!! Peter and I try to go
to the Ren Fair, which is held at the town of Larkspur, at least once
a year. And no, that last sentence was NOT a typo ... the Ren Fair
pretty much IS the town of Larkspur. Allow us to take you on an
epic, epic journey through the heart of a magical adventure that can
only be expressed by two words: Turkey shank.
Here we are at the entrance to the Renaissance Fairgrounds, being
heckled by what I can only assume is a fairy, a jester and a very
confused homeless man.
It is Peter Robinson's tradition to buy at least one ice-cream
sandwich to eat at the Renaissance Fair from the dirty old cart
vendor. Here he is, standing in front of Ye Olde Dragon Climbing
Tower looking nobly into the distance ...
Here are Peter and Amanda, enjoying Peter's ice cream sandwich
together. As we all know, usually this kind of encroaching on food
would get a man killed in Peter's presence, but Amanda has just
suffered through the horrors of Ye Olde Privy. For those less savvy
of you, thaaaat's a port-o-potty.
DAMMIT! If I had known I could get a totally awesome Gandalf style
walking stick no WAY would I have thrown down for those collapsible
lightweight walking sticks from REI!!
At the Renaissance Fair, a magical alternate universe, they WANT you
to touch them.
Yes, people, didgeridoos. At the Ren Fair. We know.
"Please touch."
"OK, but maybe not you. You're sketchy."
This picture needs no justification. I love you, Satan.
Notice that as the day wears on the awesomeness of our pictures
increases exponentially.
Amanda and I got on the swing together! My new husband insisted that
he couldn't join us because "simple harmonic rides make me vomit."
Then he took another sip of his cider from his stein, which by this
point had turkey gristle floating in it.
You may not be able to extrapolate it from this photo, but in about .
5 seconds, Amanda Schuldt is going to kick this man pushing our swing
directly in the balls. As Amanda puts, "there was full, up-tunic
contact, with a distinct squishing sensation". Best 3 dollars I ever
spent.
Peter Robinson: Your New Wife.
Your New, Graceful and Tactful Wife.
The one with the lazy eye.
PEOPLE. I NEED YOU TO UNDERSTAND. THIS IS A WEDDING PROCESSIONAL.
THE GIRL IN WHITE JUST GOT MARRIED. LIKE, FOR REALS. AT THE
RENAISSANCE FAIR. I'm sorry for my urgent tone. It's just that this
is the fate I narrowly escaped.
Not all wedding processionals are attended by Johnny Depp and his pet
elephant!
This is my photojournalistic side coming out. I want you all to
really look at what this woman is eating. I mean reaaaally look.
(It helps if you know that in the background the bar wenches are
singing "I married a man with no balls.")
I have no words. OTHER THAN HUZZAH!!!
Once again, the photojournalist within. This image has SOOOOO much
going for it. We have the dude in the awesome Green Lantern t-shirt,
who obviously thought he was going to ComiCon and is saddened and
confused by the fixation of this place on swords and fairies. You
have the 3 year old being smothered by an inappropriately large
pirate hat. And you have the man I assume to be the proud father,
wearing a full-on hiker's pack but failing to see the utility of a
shirt.
I do not know what kind of "history lessons" this gentleman is
pimping but I feel confident they end with tears and a moist towelette.
Ima and her husband of 12 years, married at the Renaissance Fair a
week from today, with the giddy couple.
Amanda, looking happier and happier every time we see her with that
beer stein, also with the creepy clown couple.
The road not taken ... the Ren Fair wedding chapel.
"Yay!! We DIDN'T get married HERE!"
OK, guys. I was a little upset about the ice cream sandwiches and
the didgeridoos, but SERIOUSLY, the llama is PUSHING IT.
Mugs! Made out of the finest leather and plywood money can buy!!
OK, SERIOUSLY??? The llama, and now there are TWO COMPETING
didgeridoo vendors at the REN FAIR?? Goddammit.
Seriously, happier and happier ...
Now THIS is why I come to the Ren Fair!!
Ladies and gentlemen, my husband. A very special, special man.
Let's analyze: Root Beer Float stand, "I'm voting for Pedro" t-
shirt, ice cream sundae with whipped cream and chocolate toppings.
There is NOTHING in this picture that is even remotely connected to
the Renaissance, but that's okay because Peter Robinson has a look of
joy on his face that can only be expressed by a boyman with special
treat.
There are times at the fair when you capture a scene so inherently
geektastic that it imprints on you eternally. This scene of the
pasty white boy with the long hair and no business walking around
without a shirt on but STILL WITH A GIRL is one of them. Miracles
can happen, boys.
The joust!!!! OK, so I know this picture is awesome, but there are
some elements that made this scene even more awesome on an aural
level. There was a man on a side-stage with a mini carillon (for
those of you who aren't familiar, that is the instrument made out of
bells that people play in old-school bell towers) and a synthesizer.
He played the opening to Carmina Burana. ON A CARILLON. EPIC.
I challenge you!!
Oh SNAP! He's dismounted and that dude is jousting him in the FACE!
Continued chaos and hilarity.
Boo yeah.
SWORDFIGHT!!
Amanda's very-first-ever Ren Fair experience!! Peter and I try to go
to the Ren Fair, which is held at the town of Larkspur, at least once
a year. And no, that last sentence was NOT a typo ... the Ren Fair
pretty much IS the town of Larkspur. Allow us to take you on an
epic, epic journey through the heart of a magical adventure that can
only be expressed by two words: Turkey shank.
Here we are at the entrance to the Renaissance Fairgrounds, being
heckled by what I can only assume is a fairy, a jester and a very
confused homeless man.
It is Peter Robinson's tradition to buy at least one ice-cream
sandwich to eat at the Renaissance Fair from the dirty old cart
vendor. Here he is, standing in front of Ye Olde Dragon Climbing
Tower looking nobly into the distance ...
Here are Peter and Amanda, enjoying Peter's ice cream sandwich
together. As we all know, usually this kind of encroaching on food
would get a man killed in Peter's presence, but Amanda has just
suffered through the horrors of Ye Olde Privy. For those less savvy
of you, thaaaat's a port-o-potty.
DAMMIT! If I had known I could get a totally awesome Gandalf style
walking stick no WAY would I have thrown down for those collapsible
lightweight walking sticks from REI!!
At the Renaissance Fair, a magical alternate universe, they WANT you
to touch them.
Yes, people, didgeridoos. At the Ren Fair. We know.
"Please touch."
"OK, but maybe not you. You're sketchy."
This picture needs no justification. I love you, Satan.
Notice that as the day wears on the awesomeness of our pictures
increases exponentially.
Amanda and I got on the swing together! My new husband insisted that
he couldn't join us because "simple harmonic rides make me vomit."
Then he took another sip of his cider from his stein, which by this
point had turkey gristle floating in it.
You may not be able to extrapolate it from this photo, but in about .
5 seconds, Amanda Schuldt is going to kick this man pushing our swing
directly in the balls. As Amanda puts, "there was full, up-tunic
contact, with a distinct squishing sensation". Best 3 dollars I ever
spent.
Peter Robinson: Your New Wife.
Your New, Graceful and Tactful Wife.
The one with the lazy eye.
PEOPLE. I NEED YOU TO UNDERSTAND. THIS IS A WEDDING PROCESSIONAL.
THE GIRL IN WHITE JUST GOT MARRIED. LIKE, FOR REALS. AT THE
RENAISSANCE FAIR. I'm sorry for my urgent tone. It's just that this
is the fate I narrowly escaped.
Not all wedding processionals are attended by Johnny Depp and his pet
elephant!
This is my photojournalistic side coming out. I want you all to
really look at what this woman is eating. I mean reaaaally look.
(It helps if you know that in the background the bar wenches are
singing "I married a man with no balls.")
I have no words. OTHER THAN HUZZAH!!!
Once again, the photojournalist within. This image has SOOOOO much
going for it. We have the dude in the awesome Green Lantern t-shirt,
who obviously thought he was going to ComiCon and is saddened and
confused by the fixation of this place on swords and fairies. You
have the 3 year old being smothered by an inappropriately large
pirate hat. And you have the man I assume to be the proud father,
wearing a full-on hiker's pack but failing to see the utility of a
shirt.
I do not know what kind of "history lessons" this gentleman is
pimping but I feel confident they end with tears and a moist towelette.
Ima and her husband of 12 years, married at the Renaissance Fair a
week from today, with the giddy couple.
Amanda, looking happier and happier every time we see her with that
beer stein, also with the creepy clown couple.
The road not taken ... the Ren Fair wedding chapel.
"Yay!! We DIDN'T get married HERE!"
OK, guys. I was a little upset about the ice cream sandwiches and
the didgeridoos, but SERIOUSLY, the llama is PUSHING IT.
Mugs! Made out of the finest leather and plywood money can buy!!
OK, SERIOUSLY??? The llama, and now there are TWO COMPETING
didgeridoo vendors at the REN FAIR?? Goddammit.
Seriously, happier and happier ...
Now THIS is why I come to the Ren Fair!!
Ladies and gentlemen, my husband. A very special, special man.
Let's analyze: Root Beer Float stand, "I'm voting for Pedro" t-
shirt, ice cream sundae with whipped cream and chocolate toppings.
There is NOTHING in this picture that is even remotely connected to
the Renaissance, but that's okay because Peter Robinson has a look of
joy on his face that can only be expressed by a boyman with special
treat.
There are times at the fair when you capture a scene so inherently
geektastic that it imprints on you eternally. This scene of the
pasty white boy with the long hair and no business walking around
without a shirt on but STILL WITH A GIRL is one of them. Miracles
can happen, boys.
The joust!!!! OK, so I know this picture is awesome, but there are
some elements that made this scene even more awesome on an aural
level. There was a man on a side-stage with a mini carillon (for
those of you who aren't familiar, that is the instrument made out of
bells that people play in old-school bell towers) and a synthesizer.
He played the opening to Carmina Burana. ON A CARILLON. EPIC.
I challenge you!!
Oh SNAP! He's dismounted and that dude is jousting him in the FACE!
Continued chaos and hilarity.
Boo yeah.
SWORDFIGHT!!
Amanda's very-first-ever Ren Fair experience!! Peter and I try to go
to the Ren Fair, which is held at the town of Larkspur, at least once
a year. And no, that last sentence was NOT a typo ... the Ren Fair
pretty much IS the town of Larkspur. Allow us to take you on an
epic, epic journey through the heart of a magical adventure that can
only be expressed by two words: Turkey shank.
Here we are at the entrance to the Renaissance Fairgrounds, being
heckled by what I can only assume is a fairy, a jester and a very
confused homeless man.
It is Peter Robinson's tradition to buy at least one ice-cream
sandwich to eat at the Renaissance Fair from the dirty old cart
vendor. Here he is, standing in front of Ye Olde Dragon Climbing
Tower looking nobly into the distance ...
Here are Peter and Amanda, enjoying Peter's ice cream sandwich
together. As we all know, usually this kind of encroaching on food
would get a man killed in Peter's presence, but Amanda has just
suffered through the horrors of Ye Olde Privy. For those less savvy
of you, thaaaat's a port-o-potty.
DAMMIT! If I had known I could get a totally awesome Gandalf style
walking stick no WAY would I have thrown down for those collapsible
lightweight walking sticks from REI!!
At the Renaissance Fair, a magical alternate universe, they WANT you
to touch them.
Yes, people, didgeridoos. At the Ren Fair. We know.
"Please touch."
"OK, but maybe not you. You're sketchy."
This picture needs no justification. I love you, Satan.
Notice that as the day wears on the awesomeness of our pictures
increases exponentially.
Amanda and I got on the swing together! My new husband insisted that
he couldn't join us because "simple harmonic rides make me vomit."
Then he took another sip of his cider from his stein, which by this
point had turkey gristle floating in it.
You may not be able to extrapolate it from this photo, but in about .
5 seconds, Amanda Schuldt is going to kick this man pushing our swing
directly in the balls. As Amanda puts, "there was full, up-tunic
contact, with a distinct squishing sensation". Best 3 dollars I ever
spent.
Peter Robinson: Your New Wife.
Your New, Graceful and Tactful Wife.
The one with the lazy eye.
PEOPLE. I NEED YOU TO UNDERSTAND. THIS IS A WEDDING PROCESSIONAL.
THE GIRL IN WHITE JUST GOT MARRIED. LIKE, FOR REALS. AT THE
RENAISSANCE FAIR. I'm sorry for my urgent tone. It's just that this
is the fate I narrowly escaped.
Not all wedding processionals are attended by Johnny Depp and his pet
elephant!
This is my photojournalistic side coming out. I want you all to
really look at what this woman is eating. I mean reaaaally look.
(It helps if you know that in the background the bar wenches are
singing "I married a man with no balls.")
I have no words. OTHER THAN HUZZAH!!!
Once again, the photojournalist within. This image has SOOOOO much
going for it. We have the dude in the awesome Green Lantern t-shirt,
who obviously thought he was going to ComiCon and is saddened and
confused by the fixation of this place on swords and fairies. You
have the 3 year old being smothered by an inappropriately large
pirate hat. And you have the man I assume to be the proud father,
wearing a full-on hiker's pack but failing to see the utility of a
shirt.
I do not know what kind of "history lessons" this gentleman is
pimping but I feel confident they end with tears and a moist towelette.
Ima and her husband of 12 years, married at the Renaissance Fair a
week from today, with the giddy couple.
Amanda, looking happier and happier every time we see her with that
beer stein, also with the creepy clown couple.
The road not taken ... the Ren Fair wedding chapel.
"Yay!! We DIDN'T get married HERE!"
OK, guys. I was a little upset about the ice cream sandwiches and
the didgeridoos, but SERIOUSLY, the llama is PUSHING IT.
Mugs! Made out of the finest leather and plywood money can buy!!
OK, SERIOUSLY??? The llama, and now there are TWO COMPETING
didgeridoo vendors at the REN FAIR?? Goddammit.
Seriously, happier and happier ...
Now THIS is why I come to the Ren Fair!!
Ladies and gentlemen, my husband. A very special, special man.
Let's analyze: Root Beer Float stand, "I'm voting for Pedro" t-
shirt, ice cream sundae with whipped cream and chocolate toppings.
There is NOTHING in this picture that is even remotely connected to
the Renaissance, but that's okay because Peter Robinson has a look of
joy on his face that can only be expressed by a boyman with special
treat.
There are times at the fair when you capture a scene so inherently
geektastic that it imprints on you eternally. This scene of the
pasty white boy with the long hair and no business walking around
without a shirt on but STILL WITH A GIRL is one of them. Miracles
can happen, boys.
The joust!!!! OK, so I know this picture is awesome, but there are
some elements that made this scene even more awesome on an aural
level. There was a man on a side-stage with a mini carillon (for
those of you who aren't familiar, that is the instrument made out of
bells that people play in old-school bell towers) and a synthesizer.
He played the opening to Carmina Burana. ON A CARILLON. EPIC.
I challenge you!!
Oh SNAP! He's dismounted and that dude is jousting him in the FACE!
Continued chaos and hilarity.
Boo yeah.
SWORDFIGHT!!
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Rugby organised crime gang sentenced to over 100 years in prison
The last four of 24 men arrested by officers investigating an organised crime group responsible for supplying drugs in the Rugby area were sentenced at Northampton Crown Court on Wednesday 11 January 2012 to a total of 12 years and 2 months. Seven others, including John Logue who controlled a number of drug dealers in the Rugby area were sentenced in December 2011.
Senior Investigating Officer Detective Inspector Mark Davison, said “This brings the total the gang has been sentenced to to 100 years and 10 months. We are delighted at these sentences. "
Full Press release can be found here: onlinenews.warwickshire.police.uk/wpnews_pressrelease/rug...
JAMES SALT Photo details:
Age: 30
Date of Offence: 24th September 1862
Offence: Stealing three sheets the property of Edward Fuller at Sandy on the 19th Sept. 1862
Sentence: 4 Years Penal Servitude
Type of trial: Bedfordshire Quarter Sessions
Personal details
Height: 5 ft 3 inches
Hair colour: Light Brown
Eye colour: Grey
Visage: Oval
Complexion: Sallow
Identifying marks: Large scar on legs and hips, one on abdomen, small marks about the shoulders.
Trade or occupation: Labourer
Education: Neither
Marriage status: Married
Number of children: Unknown
Residence details
Birth town: Sutton
Birth country: England
Residence town: Potton
Residence county: Bedfordshire
Residence country: England
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VICTORIAN CRIME and PUNISHMENT
You can also found at the above web-site more crime committed by James Salt:
Name: James Salt
Age: 19
Date of Offence: 9th January 1851
Offence: On 17th Dec.1850 at Sutton unlawfully using a snare for the purpose of taking Game
Sentence: 21 Days Hard Labour or pay 10 shilling fine 7 shillings and sixpence costs
Type of trial: Summarily Convicted
Personal details
Height: 5 ft 2 ½ inches
Hair colour: Brown
Eye colour: Hazel
Visage: Round
Complexion: Sallow
Identifying marks: Scar on the nose
Trade or occupation: Labourer
Education: Neither
Marriage status: Single
Number of children: Unknown
Residence details
Birth town: Sutton
Residence town: Sutton
Residence county: Bedfordshire.
Name: James Salt
Age: 20
Date of Offence: 17th December 1851
Offence: On 14th Dec.1851 at Sutton assaulting and beating William Warden Barrington
Sentence: 1 Calendar Month imprisonment Gaol or pay 20 shilling fine 6 shilling and sixpence costs
Type of trial: Summarily Convicted
Personal details
Height: 5 ft 3 inches
Hair colour: Brown
Eye colour: Hazel
Visage: Round
Complexion: Sallow
Identifying marks:
Trade or occupation: Labourer
Education: Neither
Residence details
Birth town: Sutton
Residence town: Sutton
Residence county: Bedfordshire
Name: James Salt
Age: 25
Date of Offence: 23rd January 1856
Offence: Stealing on the 31st December 1855 at Sutton one bushel of barley value 4 shillings and sixpence the property of Frederick Clark
Sentence: 3 Calendar Months Hard Labour
Type of trial: Summarily Convicted
Personal details
Height: 5 ft 3 ½ inches
Hair colour: Light
Eye colour: Grey
Visage: Oval
Complexion: Fair
Identifying marks: Cut across bridge of nose, the nail of forefinger of left hand disfigured from a cut, scar on left shin and two outside left leg
Trade or occupation: Labourer
Education: Neither
Marriage status: Married
Number of children: 1
Residence details
Birth town: Luton
Residence town: Potton
Residence county: Bedfordshire
Name: James Salt
Age: 28
Date of Offence: 12th December 1861
Offence: Stealing beef and mutton
Sentence: 12 Months Hard Labour
Type of trial: Bedfordshire Quarter Sessions
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Name: William Salt (Brother).
Age: 22
Date of Offence: 28th November 1842
Offence: Misbehaviour in Service
Sentence: 1 Calendar Month Hard Labour
Personal details
Height: 5 ft 4 ½ inches
Hair colour: Dark Brown
Eye colour: Grey
Complexion: Fresh
Identifying marks: Slender, scar over the left eye
Trade or occupation: Labourer
Occupation category: Mill
Marriage status: Single
Number of children: Unknown
Residence details
Birth town: Luton
Residence town: Luton
Residence county: Bedfordshire.
Name: Sarah Salt (Sister)..
Age: 25
Date of Offence: 7th December 1842
Offence: Stealing a post of a dead fence
Sentence: 14 Days Hard Labour
Personal details
Height: 5 ft 0 inches
Hair colour: Dark Brown
Eye colour: Hazel
Complexion: Fair
Identifying marks: Stout, scar on two fingers of the left hand
Trade or occupation: Plaiter
Occupation category: Mending Prison linen
Marriage status: Single
Number of children: Unknown
Residence details
Birth town: Wrestlingworth
Residence town: Sutton
Residence county: Bedfordshire.
Name: Richard Salt (Brother)..
Age: 14
Date of Offence: 21st December 1842
Offence: Damaging trees
Sentence: 14 Days Hard Labour
Personal details
Height: 5 ft 3 inches
Hair colour: Brown
Eye colour: Grey
Complexion: Fair
Identifying marks: Stout, scar on the left thumb
Trade or occupation: Labourer
Occupation category: Mill
Residence details
Birth town: Sutton
Residence town: Sutton
Residence county: Bedfordshire..
Name: Mercy Salt (Sister)..
Age: 21
Date of Offence: 15th November 1855
Offence: Vagrancy deserting her illegitimate child
Sentence: 1 Calendar Month Hard Labour
Type of trial: Summarily Convicted
Personal details
Height: 5 ft 3 inches
Hair colour: Brown
Eye colour: Hazel
Visage: Oval
Complexion: Fair
Identifying marks: Stout made
Trade or occupation: Plaiter
Education: Neither
Marriage status: Single
Number of children: 2
Residence details
Birth town: Sutton
Residence town: Biggleswade
Residence county: Bedfordshire
Name: Eliza Salt (Wife),,
Age: 25
Date of Offence: 23rd October 1861
Offence: Misbehavious in Union (breaking a window)
Sentence: 1 Calendar Month Hard Labour
Type of trial: summarily convicted..
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VICTORIAN CRIME and PUNISHMENT
JAMES Salt 1829-1915, son of Thomas and Mercy was christen on the 27th September 1829 at Sutton in Bedfordshire.
Thomas 1795-1838 married Mercy Chesham or Chessum, on the 5th November 1815 at Wrestlingworth in Bedfordshire. Their had eight children between 1817-1834. Thomas who was christen on the 24th June 1795, at Wrestlingworth in Bedfordshire, was the son of Thomas and Susannah nee Conder, who married on the 8th November 1787. Thomas died in September 1838, when his youngest daughter was only 4 years-old. His burial took place at All Saints Church, Sutton in Bedfordshire, on the 29th September 1838.
Siblings of James Salt 1829-1915 are:
SARAH, christen 2nd February 1817 at Wrestlingworth. After the death of her father, she had at lease, three illegitimate children, before she Married William Papworth on the 30th July 1848 at the Wesleyan chapel, Biggleswade in Bedfordshire.
Hertford Mercury and Reformer.
Saturday 26th November 1842
Wm. Brown, Thomas Salt, and Richard Salt, were fined 5s., each, for damaging a tree at Sutton.
Sarah Salt, of Sutton was fined 10s., for breaking a hurdle. (Sarah didn't pay her fine, so).
Cambridge Independent Press.
10th December 1842
Committed, Sarah Salt, of Sutton, for 14 days, for breaking a hurdle, belonging to Thomas Masters, of Sutton. (Post of a dead fence.)..
Sarah moved to Australia with her family in the 1850's..
WILLIAM, christen on the 10th June 1821, at Sutton in Bedfordshire. I don't know what was going on in November 1842, but it looks like half the Salt family, had been charged with one crime or another. William received 1 Calendar Month Hard Labour 28th November 1842, for Misbehaviour in Service?..
I believe William died in 1852..
THOMAS 1823-1844, christen on the 9th March 1823, at Sutton. Along with his younger brother Richard was fined 5s., for damaging an Elm Tree in November 1842. Thomas paid his fined. Richard didn't and was sentenced to 14 days hard labour in December 1842. Thomas died in 1844 aged 21 his burial took place on the 9th March 1844 at All Saints Church, Sutton in Bedfordshire.
RICHARD 1825-1898, christen on the 10th April 1825, at Sutton. He Married Caroline Daseley on the 3rd September 1844 at Sutton in Bedfordshire.
It look like Sarah, Thomas, and Richard where only after wood to burn, for the cold weather.
SUSANNAH, christen 5th August 1827, at Sutton, No more info at this time.
SAMUEL 1832-1834, christen 29th April 1832, burial 25th October 1834 at All Saints Church, Sutton in Bedfordshire.
MERCY CHESHAM, christen 22nd June 1834 at Sutton. Like her big sister Mercy had two, illegitimate children, Thomas Salt was christen on the 4th January 1852 at Sutton, and George Salt christen 17th November 1854 at Biggleswade, in Bedfordshire.
On the 15th November 1855, she was sentence to 1 Calendar Month Hard Labour, for vagrancy and deserting her illegitimate child.
Mercy married Richard Howard on the 14th June 1859, at Biggleswade.
Bedfordshire Times and Independent
Saturday 24th August 1861
Mercy Howard and Sarah Austin were charged by George Dalton gardener, with stealing half a peck of potatoes, growing in his field, on the 17th inst.
Fined, including costs, 10s., each, or in default 14 days' imprisonment. Allowed a fortnight.
A son Jesse Howard was born in 1862, who was christen on the 30th April 1864, at Biggleswade, Mercy died on the 11th December 1864.
Bedfordshire Times and Independent
Saturday 17th December 1864
BIGGLESWADE
On Monday an inquest was held in the town by Mr. Whyley, deputy-coroner for the county, on the body of Mercy Howard, a young married woman. It appeared from the evidence that the deceased had been in poor health some time and was near her confinement. On Sunday evening her husband was from home a little time. On his way home two men were fighting near his house. On one of the men falling to the ground he went and picked him up, and got set upon for his interference. About the same time his wife, who was subject to spasms, was taken ill and died almost immediately.
Mr. Sutton, the medical witness, could not exactly state the cause of death but thought it might have been occasioned by fright.
Verdict: Natural causes.
Richard remarried, and in 1870, he had a daughter, who he named Mercy. She married Ernest Saunders Howard on the 5th November 1888 at St. Mary's Church Hitchin, in Hertfordshire. George Salt, Mercy Salt's illegitimate son, was one the witnesses.
JAMES SALT, Married, Eliza Giddings daughter of William at Sutton in Bedfordshire on the 1st May 1854. James and Eliza had nine children between 1854-1877.
William Charles Salt 1854-1874 Sutton Bedfordshire. Christen 25th January 1865 at Biggleswade.
Thomas Salt 1857 Potton Bedfordshire. Christen 28th February 1864 at Biggleswade.
Emma Louisa Salt 1860 ?, Sutton. Christen 28th February 1864 at Biggleswade.
Mary Ann Salt 1862 Sutton Bedfordshire. Christen 28th February 1864 at Biggleswade.
Charles (Cornelius) Salt 1867-1877 Biggleswade Christen 24th March 1876 at Biggleswade.
Mercy Salt 1869. Christen 24th March 1876 at Biggleswade.
John Salt Christen 2nd October 1871. Death 7th October 1871, at Biggleswade.
James Salt 1873 Biggleswade, Bedfordshire.
Sarah Jane Salt 1877. Christen 16th February 1877 at Biggleswade, Bedfordshire.
Eliza died in 1880 aged 45. James died on the 2nd November 1915.
Biggleswade Chronicle
Friday 05th November 1915
OCTOGENARIAN'S DEATH
We regret to record the death of Mr. James Salt of 19 Cowfairlands, which took place on Tuesday Morning at the great age of 85 years, he was for many years a well-known chimney sweep in the town, and latterly has enjoyed the old-age pension. He has been cared for by his youngest daughter, who kept his house.
Biggleswade Chronicle
Friday 12th November 1915
FUNERAL
The Rev. G.H. Strange, M.A. Officiated on Saturday afternaoon at the funeral of the late Mr. James Salt, of Cowfairlands.
The mourners were Miss S. Salt (daughter), Mr. James Salt (son), Mr. and Mrs. A. Woods (son-in-law and daughter), Miss Florence Salt (grand-daughter), and Mrs. Frank Jones.
Floral tributes were sent by the daughters, son and grand-daughters of the deceased, Mrs. Wm. Albone, Mrs. F. Jones, Mrs. Sarah Pates and Miss. M. Warner.
Deceased was 85 years of age. Mr. Geo Styles was the undertaker.
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Our family friend, John, has what he calls his funeral suit. I suppose we are now reaching the point where I need one too. In fact, I have lost several friends, former colleagues from The Mob, something that will accelerate as the years pass.
Last week, I noticed that a friend of mine on Flickr, Günter, had not commented on any shots for a few weeks. He used to leave funny one sentence comments that almost always brought a smile.
The lastest shot on his photostream was of a fresh grave.
His.
Sadly, Günter passed away on New Year's Day, and his family posted this last shot to let the world know. Or his friends, anyway.
We had visited his and his wife in Bonn, and he had come to stay with us too, we share interests in railways, photography and beer.
It came quite a shock I can tell you.
Online, people come and go, mostly without fanfare or announcement. One day they are there, and then they're not. Did they just get fed up, or something more terminal?
Most of the time, we'll never know.
I am lucky in that I have met many online friends in real life, sometimes here in Kent, but also in the US too, so know they are more than screen names and photos, but real people with lives, who are pretty much as wonderful as thei online presence would have you believe.
Life goes on, of course, but I will miss Günter, and sad for the fact we will not raise beers in a friendly toast to each other.
We woke at half six, I went to the bathroom and looked out the window. Still too early for birds, but there wasn't a breath of wind either, nor any cars to be seen moving. So it looked like someone had paused time.
Cleo is perpetual motion, however, and coming downstairs revealed her to be always on the move until her food is placed just where she wants it.
I went to Tesco by myself, with a list as long as a long thing, while Jools stayed behind and fed the hungry washing machine two loads of dirty laundry. Good news is that Tesco was fully stocked with fresh produce, including rapsberries from Spain. We like them for breakfast at weekends, its a hard habit to break.
Back home to unload and makaid breakfast; fruit and yogurt followed by warmed croissants.
Jools said she had been sitting all week, so would not come with me to go churchcrawling, so I go on me tood, driving up the M20 to Maidstone, to revisit All Saints church, where I had not been for over 12 years. I had checked Google, and it said the church would be open from 10:00.
I timed it to arrive dead on ten. I parked the car opposite, and didged traffic to get over the main road, I went to the first door only to find it locked. But a sign suggested there were two more possible ways in, so walked round, checked the north door, and that was locked too. That only left the west door, under the tower, to try. That was ajar, so my hopes lifted. Only to find the inner door locked.
Maybe I was too early?
A lady came in, I asked about the church. She said she was a bellringer, and disappeared up the steps to the ringing loft, where sounds of poorly rung bells could be heard.
I went round the church one more time, ending back at the west door, and again all way in were locked.
Sigh.
But there was a runners up prize; a church on the edge of town, in what used to be a village, at Bearsted. THe sat nav told me it was just a ten minute drive away.
So, I drove across town, through the crazy one-ways system, out the other side and along to Bearsted, where there were ancient timber framed houses, so old they had settled over the centuries into strange angles, none of which were right ones.
I found church lane, which wound its way through a modern housing estate, parked outside the chuchyard, and I could see a nice "church open" sign before I got out.
Although it looked spendid from the outside, inside it had been reordered at least twice, so that any ancient features were well hidden indeed. Even the glass, usually a rescuing act for over restored churches, were either just average or poor here. But it was my first visit here, so another tick in the box.
I now had to get home, as Jools is joining the speaking ciruit, as a lady has asked Jools to lead classes in beaded jewellery making.
I hightailed it back to the motorway, and once on, settled down to cruise back down to Dover and home, getting back at half twelve, with an hour to spare before Jools had to leave for the class.
So, it was just me an the cats for a few hours. There was football to entertain me, so I sat beside Scully on the sofa and watched the Championship game while she dozed beside me.
At three, it was time to concentrate on Norwich away at Millwall, one of six teams above us, and a win here would put us back in the play-offs. It was an exciting game, Millwall took the lead, only for City to level before half time, and then score two more early in the 2nd half. Millwall plled one back in the last ten minutes, but we hung on to win 3-2.
Not perfect, but a win at the New Den where they had been unbeated since September. And then, along came Nodge.
Dinner was a rushed one of pizza and iced squash, as we were going out to a gig.
Lawrence was the singer in an indie band in the 80s called Felt. He then formed Denim, an ironic pop band for the 90s, which also stiffed. He now fronts Mozart Estate, which does a fine line in ironic pop. Still.
We drive over th Ramsgate, to a small venue called The Music Hall. We were early, but got in, and went to the bar where we chatted to a couple about our age about music. In fact, most folks were about "our age".
First up was a young female singer/songwriter, who strummed her guitar along to her 6th form poetry.
The hall, which was barley bigger than our living room was about 50% full, but comfortable. We went to find somewhere to sit, thinking that the bar would be empty, only to find it rammed with more people than when we left it half an hour before.
We went to get some air, and finding nowhere to sit, went to the car.
Jools was shattered and fell asleep, and I really did not feel like being rammed into that room unable to see the band, and not able to lean against a wall to rest my back.
I said we'd go home.
So we did.
I don't regret it.
We got back at ten, Jools went to bed, while I had a glass of sloe port.
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Holy Cross church stands to the south of the village green at the end of a cul de sac. Its noble tower is crowned with queer sculptures, slightly reminiscent of Alnwick Castle. The exterior has a nicely textured effect, but this leads to an unexpectedly clean interior - the result of much care and attention and recent reordering. Whilst it cannot pretend to be in the top league of Kent churches it offers a fine selection of 19th and 20th century glass and some fine wall tablets. West tower, nave, chancel, north aisle and chapel, south porch.
www.kentchurches.info/church.asp?p=Bearsted
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BERSTED.
BERSTED lies the next parish north-westward from Leeds. It was antiently written Bergestede, and most probably took its name from its situation, Berg, in Saxon, signifying a hill, and stede, a place or village.
THE PARISH lies mostly on what may be called high ground, a pleasant, and the greatest part of it a dry situation; the soil is in general a deep sand, though towards the south-west part it partakes of the quarry rock, and on the south side of the Lenham river a black moorish soil of fertile meadow ground. This river parts it towards the south from Osham, another smaller stream, which rises near Boxley, separates it on the western side from that parish and Maidstone, leaving within the bounds of it a part of the hamlet of Maginford. Besides the above, this parish is watered by two or three other smaller rivulets, which rise northward, and run here into the Lenham river, the easternmost of them separating it from Hollingborne and Leeds. The high road from Ashford and Lenham towards Maidstone, runs along the northern boundaries of it, passing over Bersted-green, the houses round which form the parish village, near it stands the church; besides this there are two other hamlets, called Ware and Roseacre-streets. In the south-east part of the parish is the seat of Milgate, pleasantly situated and wellcloathed with trees, at the back of which the ground descends to the river, and at a small distance that of Lower Milgate, so called from its lower situation still nearer the river.
A fair used to be held here on Holy Cross day, September 14, now by the alteration of the style, changed to Sept. 25, for pedlary, toys, &c.
The noble family of Bertie own this parish to have been their most antient habitation in this kingdom, for they are said to have possessed lands in it near the parsonage, at Strutton-street, and elsewhere in this neighbourhood, as early as the reign of king Henry II. and among the Harleian MSS. there is a grant of arms, anno 2 Henry VI. to Bartie, of Berested, in Kent; they continued here in king Henry the VIIth.'s reign, as appears by an antient rental of that time, and there are still lands, called Barty lands, in this parish and Thurnham; and from those of this name settled here, in a direct line was descended the dukes of Ancaster, now extinct, and from them the lady Willbughbye, of Eresbye; the earls of Abingdon, and other distinguished branches of this family claim their descent.
The manors of Leeds, Moathall, and Thurnham, extend over this parish, in which there is an estate belonging to the former of them, which has constantly passed through the same succession of owners, from the family of Crevequer, who were proprietors of it in the reign of William the Conqueror, to the Rev. Dr. Denny Martin Fairfax, of Leeds-castle, who is at present in the possession of it.
MILGATE is an eminent seat, situated in the southeast part of this parish, which was formerly esteemed a manor, though it has long since lost the reputation of ever having been one.
The family of Coloigne antiently possessed this estate; one of whom, Robert de Coloigne, died possessed of it in the 35th year of king Edward III. In process of time, his descendants came to be called Coluney; one of whom, Thomas Coluney, as appears by an old survey of Bersted, possessed it in the 14th year of Edward IV. Soon after which, that is, in the beginning of king Henry VII.'s reign, it was become the property of the family of Stonehouse, whose antient seat was at Haslewood, in Boughton Malherbe.
Robert Stonehouse, esq. was of Bersted, at the latter end of king Henry VIII.'s reign. His son, George Stonehouse, esq. was clerk of the green cloth to queen Elizabeth, and resided at West Peckham, where he died in 1575, whose eldest son William was created a baronet anno 4 Charles I. and Nicholas, the second, was of Boxley, in this county. He bore for his arms, Argent, on a fess sable, between three hawks volant, azure, a leopard's face, between two mullets, or. (fn. 1) In the beginning of the reign of queen Elizabeth he alienated this seat to Thomas Fludd, esq. afterwards knighted, who was son of John Fludd, esq. of Morton, in Shropshire, and bore for his arms, Vert, a chevron between three wolves heads, erased, argent; which coat, with his quarterings, was confirmed to him by Robert Cook, clarencieux, in 1572. He resided at Milgate, where he died in 1607, and was buried in this church, having considerably improved and augmented this seat. His son Thomas Fludd, esq. afterwards of Otham, succeeded him in this estate, which he alienated in 1624, to William Cage, of Farringdon, in Hampshire, barrister-at law, who resided here. He was bred at Lincoln's-inn, an utter barrister, and was descended from Richard Cage, of Packenham, in Suffolk. He bore for his arms, Per pale, gules and azure, a saltier, or, and a chief, ermine, which was an alteration from the antient arms of this family, viz. Azure and gules, over all a saltier, or; and, together with an addition to the crest, was granted to him by St. George, clarencieux, in 1624, (fn. 2) and in his descendants it continued down to Wm. Cage, esq. who was likewise of Milgate, and was sheriff in 1695, and represented the city of Rochester in several parliaments during queen Anne's reign. Of his sons, William died s. p. Lewis will be mentioned hereafter; and John was of Lower Milgate, esq. Lewis Cage, the second son, became at length possessed of Milgate, where he resided, and left one son Lewis, and a daughter Catherine, who married first, Mr. George Eastchurch, of Maidstone; and secondly Christopher Hull, esq. but died s. p. On his death, Lewis Cage, esq. his son, succeeded him in this seat, where he now resides.
He married Annetta, second daughter and coheir of Edward Coke, esq. of the White Friars, in Canterbury, by whom he had four sons; Lewis Cage, esq. of Lower Milgate, who married Fanny, eldest daughter of Sir Brook Bridges, bart. the Rev. Edward Cage, rector of Easling, who married Jane, second daughter of Charles Van, esq. of Monmouthshire; John, who died in the West-Indies unmarried in 1789, and the Rev. Charles Cage, of Cristmell, vicar of Bersted, who married Elizabeth, daughter of colonel Graham, and one daughter Catherine, as yet unmarried.
AT A SMALL DISTANCE westward from Milgate, there is a good house, called COMBES, alias LOWER MILGATE, which on the death of William Cage, esq. came to his youngest son John Cage, as before-mentioned, who died s. p. It is now the property of Mrs. Brander, the widow of Gustavus Brander, esq. and daughter of Francis Gulston, esq. by a daughter of William Cage, esq. Lewis Cage, esq. junior, at present resides in it.
MOAT-HALL is a manor in this parish, the mansion of which, from the materials with which it was built, was called Stonehouse. It antiently belonged to the neighbouring priory of Leeds, as appears by several old boundaries and papers, and was most probably part of those demesnes given to it at its first foundation, by Robert de Crevequer, in the reign of king Henry I. These demesnes appear by a rental of the time of king Henry VII. to have been held of the manor of Leeds, though they have been long since accounted parcel of this manor of Moat-hall.
On the dissolution of the priory in the reign of king Henry VIII. this manor, among the rest of the possessions of it, was surrendered into the king's hands, who afterwards, by his dotation-charter, in his 33d year, settled this manor, among other premises, on his new founded dean and chapter of Rochester, with whom it remains at this time.
The present lessee of it, under the dean and chapter, is Mr. William Usborne. There is a court baron held for this manor.
AT A SMALL DISTANCE southward from the church lies an estate called OTTERIDGE, formerly Oterashe, which in the reign of king Henry VIII. belonged to Simon Bertyn, one of the brethren of St. Bartholomew's hospital, beside Sandwich, who by will in 1530, devised it to Jeffry Merchant, of Rainham.
It afterwards came into the possession of the family of Munns, who continued possessors of it for several generations, till at length one of them sold it, with Aldington, in the adjoining parish of Thurnham, to William Sheldon, esq. whose descendant Richard Sheldon, esq. at his death, bequeathed it to his widow, and she re-marrying with William Jones, M. D. entitled him to it. He died in 1780, leaving by her two daughters; Mary, married to Lock Rollinson, esq. of Oxfordshire, and Anne, to Thomas Russell, esq. and they in right of their wives, are respectively entitled to it.
Charities.
SIMON BERTYN, one of the brethren of St. Bartholomew's hospital, near Sandwich, owner of Otteridge, in this parish, which he devised, together with his messuage called Buds, with its lands and appurtenances, in Allyngton, beside Thurnham, by his will in 1530, to Jeffry Marchant, ordered that the said Jeffry and his heirs male, should for ever yearly distribute, on the first Sunday of Lent, in the church of Berghsted, to the parish clerk there, and to other poor people, four bushels of green peas; that is to say, to every one of them, one peck.
EDWARD GODFREY, gent. of Thurnham, gave by his will in 1709, thirty shillings yearly out of lands in this parish, called Crouch field, for the schooling of poor children; half of them to be of this parish, and half of that of Thurnham. And he left 30s. yearly for the same use, to be paid out of an house called Rose acre, in this parish; the payment of which has been constantly refused, upon pretence, that he had no right to devise that charge on it.
The poor constantly relieved are about forty-five; casually twenty five.
BERSTED is within the ECCLESIASTICAL JURISDICTION of the diocese of Rochester, and deanry of Sutton.
The church is situated on high ground, at a small distance southward of Bersted-green. It is dedicated to the Holy Cross, and is a handsome building, consisting of two isles and two chancels, with a square beacon tower at the west end of it. On three corners of the summit of the tower, are the figures of three dogs, or bears sejant, for they are so defaced by great length of time, that they can but be guessed at. If they represent the latter, they might have been placed there in allusion to the name of this parish: if not, these figures might perhaps be the crest of the founder of the church. In this church in the Milgate chancel, are monuments for the Cage family, and for Robert Fludd, M. D. A memorial for William Godfrey, jun. in 1690; and for Elizabeth, daughter of Henry Bosvile, esq. of Bradburne, justice and clerk of the court of wards, married first to Edward Mabb, gent. of this parish; and secondly, to William Godfrey, of Bersted, yeoman, obt. 1614. In the porch, against the east wall, is a small monument for Stephen Mason, of Boxley, citizen and vintner of London, obt. 1560, arms, A thevron, between three tuns, or barrels.
There were some lands and tenements in this parish, given by several persons, who stiled themselves the fraternity of the Holy Cross of Bersted, for a priest to sing mass yearly for one quarter of a year, in this church.
The church of Bergnestede, with all its rights and appurtenances, was given in the reign of Henry I. by Robert de Crevequer, son of Hamo de Crevequer, junior, to the priory of Leeds, then founded by him; which gift was confirmed by Baldwin, archbishop of Canterbury, in the reign of Henry II. who then appropriated this church to the canons there, towards the finding of lights and ornaments in their church. Archbishops Theobald and Hubert confirmed it likewise, as did John, prior, and the convent of Christ-church, in 1278, by the description of the church of Berghestede, with the tithes of Strutton. King Edward III. likewise confirmed it by his charter of inspeximus in his 41st year.
This church, together with the advowson of the vicarage, remained part of the possessions of the priory of Leeds till the dissolution of it, in the reign of king Henry VIII. when it was surrendered up into the king's hands, among other estates belonging to it.
After which, the king, by his dotation charter, in his 33d year, settled both the parsonage and advowson of the vicarage of this church on his new-founded dean and chapter of Rochester, with whom they now remain.
¶On the intended dissolution of deans and chapters, after the death of king Charles I. the possessions of the dean and chapter of Rochester, in this parish, were surveyed in 1649, by order of the state; when it was returned, that the parsonage or rectory of Bersted consisted of a messuage, barns, &c. which, with the tithes and glebe land of forty acres, were of the improved rent of 46l. 8s. per annum, which were let anno 13 Charles I. at the yearly rent of 9l. 13s. 4d. and four bushels of malt, for the term of twenty-one years; and the lessee covenanted to discharge the pension of forty shillings to the vicar, and to repair the chancel of the church. Out of which lease was excepted, the advowson of the vicarage, and the portion of tithes called Vintners Portion.
The vicarage is a discharged living in the king's books, of the clear yearly certified value of thirty pounds, the yearly tenths of which are 12s. 9d.
In 1649, the vicarage was valued in the abovementioned survey at twenty pounds per annum.
The parsonage is leased out by the dean and chapter to Mr. John Packman, but the advowson of the vicarage they reserve in their own hands.
The vicarage is endowed with all manner of tithes, except grain, and the vicar now enjoys the abovementioned pension of forty shillings from the lessee of the dean and chapter.
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Our family friend, John, has what he calls his funeral suit. I suppose we are now reaching the point where I need one too. In fact, I have lost several friends, former colleagues from The Mob, something that will accelerate as the years pass.
Last week, I noticed that a friend of mine on Flickr, Günter, had not commented on any shots for a few weeks. He used to leave funny one sentence comments that almost always brought a smile.
The lastest shot on his photostream was of a fresh grave.
His.
Sadly, Günter passed away on New Year's Day, and his family posted this last shot to let the world know. Or his friends, anyway.
We had visited his and his wife in Bonn, and he had come to stay with us too, we share interests in railways, photography and beer.
It came quite a shock I can tell you.
Online, people come and go, mostly without fanfare or announcement. One day they are there, and then they're not. Did they just get fed up, or something more terminal?
Most of the time, we'll never know.
I am lucky in that I have met many online friends in real life, sometimes here in Kent, but also in the US too, so know they are more than screen names and photos, but real people with lives, who are pretty much as wonderful as thei online presence would have you believe.
Life goes on, of course, but I will miss Günter, and sad for the fact we will not raise beers in a friendly toast to each other.
We woke at half six, I went to the bathroom and looked out the window. Still too early for birds, but there wasn't a breath of wind either, nor any cars to be seen moving. So it looked like someone had paused time.
Cleo is perpetual motion, however, and coming downstairs revealed her to be always on the move until her food is placed just where she wants it.
I went to Tesco by myself, with a list as long as a long thing, while Jools stayed behind and fed the hungry washing machine two loads of dirty laundry. Good news is that Tesco was fully stocked with fresh produce, including rapsberries from Spain. We like them for breakfast at weekends, its a hard habit to break.
Back home to unload and makaid breakfast; fruit and yogurt followed by warmed croissants.
Jools said she had been sitting all week, so would not come with me to go churchcrawling, so I go on me tood, driving up the M20 to Maidstone, to revisit All Saints church, where I had not been for over 12 years. I had checked Google, and it said the church would be open from 10:00.
I timed it to arrive dead on ten. I parked the car opposite, and didged traffic to get over the main road, I went to the first door only to find it locked. But a sign suggested there were two more possible ways in, so walked round, checked the north door, and that was locked too. That only left the west door, under the tower, to try. That was ajar, so my hopes lifted. Only to find the inner door locked.
Maybe I was too early?
A lady came in, I asked about the church. She said she was a bellringer, and disappeared up the steps to the ringing loft, where sounds of poorly rung bells could be heard.
I went round the church one more time, ending back at the west door, and again all way in were locked.
Sigh.
But there was a runners up prize; a church on the edge of town, in what used to be a village, at Bearsted. THe sat nav told me it was just a ten minute drive away.
So, I drove across town, through the crazy one-ways system, out the other side and along to Bearsted, where there were ancient timber framed houses, so old they had settled over the centuries into strange angles, none of which were right ones.
I found church lane, which wound its way through a modern housing estate, parked outside the chuchyard, and I could see a nice "church open" sign before I got out.
Although it looked spendid from the outside, inside it had been reordered at least twice, so that any ancient features were well hidden indeed. Even the glass, usually a rescuing act for over restored churches, were either just average or poor here. But it was my first visit here, so another tick in the box.
I now had to get home, as Jools is joining the speaking ciruit, as a lady has asked Jools to lead classes in beaded jewellery making.
I hightailed it back to the motorway, and once on, settled down to cruise back down to Dover and home, getting back at half twelve, with an hour to spare before Jools had to leave for the class.
So, it was just me an the cats for a few hours. There was football to entertain me, so I sat beside Scully on the sofa and watched the Championship game while she dozed beside me.
At three, it was time to concentrate on Norwich away at Millwall, one of six teams above us, and a win here would put us back in the play-offs. It was an exciting game, Millwall took the lead, only for City to level before half time, and then score two more early in the 2nd half. Millwall plled one back in the last ten minutes, but we hung on to win 3-2.
Not perfect, but a win at the New Den where they had been unbeated since September. And then, along came Nodge.
Dinner was a rushed one of pizza and iced squash, as we were going out to a gig.
Lawrence was the singer in an indie band in the 80s called Felt. He then formed Denim, an ironic pop band for the 90s, which also stiffed. He now fronts Mozart Estate, which does a fine line in ironic pop. Still.
We drive over th Ramsgate, to a small venue called The Music Hall. We were early, but got in, and went to the bar where we chatted to a couple about our age about music. In fact, most folks were about "our age".
First up was a young female singer/songwriter, who strummed her guitar along to her 6th form poetry.
The hall, which was barley bigger than our living room was about 50% full, but comfortable. We went to find somewhere to sit, thinking that the bar would be empty, only to find it rammed with more people than when we left it half an hour before.
We went to get some air, and finding nowhere to sit, went to the car.
Jools was shattered and fell asleep, and I really did not feel like being rammed into that room unable to see the band, and not able to lean against a wall to rest my back.
I said we'd go home.
So we did.
I don't regret it.
We got back at ten, Jools went to bed, while I had a glass of sloe port.
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Holy Cross church stands to the south of the village green at the end of a cul de sac. Its noble tower is crowned with queer sculptures, slightly reminiscent of Alnwick Castle. The exterior has a nicely textured effect, but this leads to an unexpectedly clean interior - the result of much care and attention and recent reordering. Whilst it cannot pretend to be in the top league of Kent churches it offers a fine selection of 19th and 20th century glass and some fine wall tablets. West tower, nave, chancel, north aisle and chapel, south porch.
www.kentchurches.info/church.asp?p=Bearsted
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BERSTED.
BERSTED lies the next parish north-westward from Leeds. It was antiently written Bergestede, and most probably took its name from its situation, Berg, in Saxon, signifying a hill, and stede, a place or village.
THE PARISH lies mostly on what may be called high ground, a pleasant, and the greatest part of it a dry situation; the soil is in general a deep sand, though towards the south-west part it partakes of the quarry rock, and on the south side of the Lenham river a black moorish soil of fertile meadow ground. This river parts it towards the south from Osham, another smaller stream, which rises near Boxley, separates it on the western side from that parish and Maidstone, leaving within the bounds of it a part of the hamlet of Maginford. Besides the above, this parish is watered by two or three other smaller rivulets, which rise northward, and run here into the Lenham river, the easternmost of them separating it from Hollingborne and Leeds. The high road from Ashford and Lenham towards Maidstone, runs along the northern boundaries of it, passing over Bersted-green, the houses round which form the parish village, near it stands the church; besides this there are two other hamlets, called Ware and Roseacre-streets. In the south-east part of the parish is the seat of Milgate, pleasantly situated and wellcloathed with trees, at the back of which the ground descends to the river, and at a small distance that of Lower Milgate, so called from its lower situation still nearer the river.
A fair used to be held here on Holy Cross day, September 14, now by the alteration of the style, changed to Sept. 25, for pedlary, toys, &c.
The noble family of Bertie own this parish to have been their most antient habitation in this kingdom, for they are said to have possessed lands in it near the parsonage, at Strutton-street, and elsewhere in this neighbourhood, as early as the reign of king Henry II. and among the Harleian MSS. there is a grant of arms, anno 2 Henry VI. to Bartie, of Berested, in Kent; they continued here in king Henry the VIIth.'s reign, as appears by an antient rental of that time, and there are still lands, called Barty lands, in this parish and Thurnham; and from those of this name settled here, in a direct line was descended the dukes of Ancaster, now extinct, and from them the lady Willbughbye, of Eresbye; the earls of Abingdon, and other distinguished branches of this family claim their descent.
The manors of Leeds, Moathall, and Thurnham, extend over this parish, in which there is an estate belonging to the former of them, which has constantly passed through the same succession of owners, from the family of Crevequer, who were proprietors of it in the reign of William the Conqueror, to the Rev. Dr. Denny Martin Fairfax, of Leeds-castle, who is at present in the possession of it.
MILGATE is an eminent seat, situated in the southeast part of this parish, which was formerly esteemed a manor, though it has long since lost the reputation of ever having been one.
The family of Coloigne antiently possessed this estate; one of whom, Robert de Coloigne, died possessed of it in the 35th year of king Edward III. In process of time, his descendants came to be called Coluney; one of whom, Thomas Coluney, as appears by an old survey of Bersted, possessed it in the 14th year of Edward IV. Soon after which, that is, in the beginning of king Henry VII.'s reign, it was become the property of the family of Stonehouse, whose antient seat was at Haslewood, in Boughton Malherbe.
Robert Stonehouse, esq. was of Bersted, at the latter end of king Henry VIII.'s reign. His son, George Stonehouse, esq. was clerk of the green cloth to queen Elizabeth, and resided at West Peckham, where he died in 1575, whose eldest son William was created a baronet anno 4 Charles I. and Nicholas, the second, was of Boxley, in this county. He bore for his arms, Argent, on a fess sable, between three hawks volant, azure, a leopard's face, between two mullets, or. (fn. 1) In the beginning of the reign of queen Elizabeth he alienated this seat to Thomas Fludd, esq. afterwards knighted, who was son of John Fludd, esq. of Morton, in Shropshire, and bore for his arms, Vert, a chevron between three wolves heads, erased, argent; which coat, with his quarterings, was confirmed to him by Robert Cook, clarencieux, in 1572. He resided at Milgate, where he died in 1607, and was buried in this church, having considerably improved and augmented this seat. His son Thomas Fludd, esq. afterwards of Otham, succeeded him in this estate, which he alienated in 1624, to William Cage, of Farringdon, in Hampshire, barrister-at law, who resided here. He was bred at Lincoln's-inn, an utter barrister, and was descended from Richard Cage, of Packenham, in Suffolk. He bore for his arms, Per pale, gules and azure, a saltier, or, and a chief, ermine, which was an alteration from the antient arms of this family, viz. Azure and gules, over all a saltier, or; and, together with an addition to the crest, was granted to him by St. George, clarencieux, in 1624, (fn. 2) and in his descendants it continued down to Wm. Cage, esq. who was likewise of Milgate, and was sheriff in 1695, and represented the city of Rochester in several parliaments during queen Anne's reign. Of his sons, William died s. p. Lewis will be mentioned hereafter; and John was of Lower Milgate, esq. Lewis Cage, the second son, became at length possessed of Milgate, where he resided, and left one son Lewis, and a daughter Catherine, who married first, Mr. George Eastchurch, of Maidstone; and secondly Christopher Hull, esq. but died s. p. On his death, Lewis Cage, esq. his son, succeeded him in this seat, where he now resides.
He married Annetta, second daughter and coheir of Edward Coke, esq. of the White Friars, in Canterbury, by whom he had four sons; Lewis Cage, esq. of Lower Milgate, who married Fanny, eldest daughter of Sir Brook Bridges, bart. the Rev. Edward Cage, rector of Easling, who married Jane, second daughter of Charles Van, esq. of Monmouthshire; John, who died in the West-Indies unmarried in 1789, and the Rev. Charles Cage, of Cristmell, vicar of Bersted, who married Elizabeth, daughter of colonel Graham, and one daughter Catherine, as yet unmarried.
AT A SMALL DISTANCE westward from Milgate, there is a good house, called COMBES, alias LOWER MILGATE, which on the death of William Cage, esq. came to his youngest son John Cage, as before-mentioned, who died s. p. It is now the property of Mrs. Brander, the widow of Gustavus Brander, esq. and daughter of Francis Gulston, esq. by a daughter of William Cage, esq. Lewis Cage, esq. junior, at present resides in it.
MOAT-HALL is a manor in this parish, the mansion of which, from the materials with which it was built, was called Stonehouse. It antiently belonged to the neighbouring priory of Leeds, as appears by several old boundaries and papers, and was most probably part of those demesnes given to it at its first foundation, by Robert de Crevequer, in the reign of king Henry I. These demesnes appear by a rental of the time of king Henry VII. to have been held of the manor of Leeds, though they have been long since accounted parcel of this manor of Moat-hall.
On the dissolution of the priory in the reign of king Henry VIII. this manor, among the rest of the possessions of it, was surrendered into the king's hands, who afterwards, by his dotation-charter, in his 33d year, settled this manor, among other premises, on his new founded dean and chapter of Rochester, with whom it remains at this time.
The present lessee of it, under the dean and chapter, is Mr. William Usborne. There is a court baron held for this manor.
AT A SMALL DISTANCE southward from the church lies an estate called OTTERIDGE, formerly Oterashe, which in the reign of king Henry VIII. belonged to Simon Bertyn, one of the brethren of St. Bartholomew's hospital, beside Sandwich, who by will in 1530, devised it to Jeffry Merchant, of Rainham.
It afterwards came into the possession of the family of Munns, who continued possessors of it for several generations, till at length one of them sold it, with Aldington, in the adjoining parish of Thurnham, to William Sheldon, esq. whose descendant Richard Sheldon, esq. at his death, bequeathed it to his widow, and she re-marrying with William Jones, M. D. entitled him to it. He died in 1780, leaving by her two daughters; Mary, married to Lock Rollinson, esq. of Oxfordshire, and Anne, to Thomas Russell, esq. and they in right of their wives, are respectively entitled to it.
Charities.
SIMON BERTYN, one of the brethren of St. Bartholomew's hospital, near Sandwich, owner of Otteridge, in this parish, which he devised, together with his messuage called Buds, with its lands and appurtenances, in Allyngton, beside Thurnham, by his will in 1530, to Jeffry Marchant, ordered that the said Jeffry and his heirs male, should for ever yearly distribute, on the first Sunday of Lent, in the church of Berghsted, to the parish clerk there, and to other poor people, four bushels of green peas; that is to say, to every one of them, one peck.
EDWARD GODFREY, gent. of Thurnham, gave by his will in 1709, thirty shillings yearly out of lands in this parish, called Crouch field, for the schooling of poor children; half of them to be of this parish, and half of that of Thurnham. And he left 30s. yearly for the same use, to be paid out of an house called Rose acre, in this parish; the payment of which has been constantly refused, upon pretence, that he had no right to devise that charge on it.
The poor constantly relieved are about forty-five; casually twenty five.
BERSTED is within the ECCLESIASTICAL JURISDICTION of the diocese of Rochester, and deanry of Sutton.
The church is situated on high ground, at a small distance southward of Bersted-green. It is dedicated to the Holy Cross, and is a handsome building, consisting of two isles and two chancels, with a square beacon tower at the west end of it. On three corners of the summit of the tower, are the figures of three dogs, or bears sejant, for they are so defaced by great length of time, that they can but be guessed at. If they represent the latter, they might have been placed there in allusion to the name of this parish: if not, these figures might perhaps be the crest of the founder of the church. In this church in the Milgate chancel, are monuments for the Cage family, and for Robert Fludd, M. D. A memorial for William Godfrey, jun. in 1690; and for Elizabeth, daughter of Henry Bosvile, esq. of Bradburne, justice and clerk of the court of wards, married first to Edward Mabb, gent. of this parish; and secondly, to William Godfrey, of Bersted, yeoman, obt. 1614. In the porch, against the east wall, is a small monument for Stephen Mason, of Boxley, citizen and vintner of London, obt. 1560, arms, A thevron, between three tuns, or barrels.
There were some lands and tenements in this parish, given by several persons, who stiled themselves the fraternity of the Holy Cross of Bersted, for a priest to sing mass yearly for one quarter of a year, in this church.
The church of Bergnestede, with all its rights and appurtenances, was given in the reign of Henry I. by Robert de Crevequer, son of Hamo de Crevequer, junior, to the priory of Leeds, then founded by him; which gift was confirmed by Baldwin, archbishop of Canterbury, in the reign of Henry II. who then appropriated this church to the canons there, towards the finding of lights and ornaments in their church. Archbishops Theobald and Hubert confirmed it likewise, as did John, prior, and the convent of Christ-church, in 1278, by the description of the church of Berghestede, with the tithes of Strutton. King Edward III. likewise confirmed it by his charter of inspeximus in his 41st year.
This church, together with the advowson of the vicarage, remained part of the possessions of the priory of Leeds till the dissolution of it, in the reign of king Henry VIII. when it was surrendered up into the king's hands, among other estates belonging to it.
After which, the king, by his dotation charter, in his 33d year, settled both the parsonage and advowson of the vicarage of this church on his new-founded dean and chapter of Rochester, with whom they now remain.
¶On the intended dissolution of deans and chapters, after the death of king Charles I. the possessions of the dean and chapter of Rochester, in this parish, were surveyed in 1649, by order of the state; when it was returned, that the parsonage or rectory of Bersted consisted of a messuage, barns, &c. which, with the tithes and glebe land of forty acres, were of the improved rent of 46l. 8s. per annum, which were let anno 13 Charles I. at the yearly rent of 9l. 13s. 4d. and four bushels of malt, for the term of twenty-one years; and the lessee covenanted to discharge the pension of forty shillings to the vicar, and to repair the chancel of the church. Out of which lease was excepted, the advowson of the vicarage, and the portion of tithes called Vintners Portion.
The vicarage is a discharged living in the king's books, of the clear yearly certified value of thirty pounds, the yearly tenths of which are 12s. 9d.
In 1649, the vicarage was valued in the abovementioned survey at twenty pounds per annum.
The parsonage is leased out by the dean and chapter to Mr. John Packman, but the advowson of the vicarage they reserve in their own hands.
The vicarage is endowed with all manner of tithes, except grain, and the vicar now enjoys the abovementioned pension of forty shillings from the lessee of the dean and chapter.
Today, 21 June 2016, Trial Chamber III of the International Criminal Court (“ICC” or “Court”) sentenced Jean-Pierre Bemba Gombo to 18 years of imprisonment. On 21 March 2016, the Chamber had found Mr Bemba guilty beyond reasonable doubt as a military commander responsible for two counts of crimes against humanity (murder and rape) and three counts of war crimes (murder, rape, and pillaging) committed in the Central African Republic between October 2002 and March 2003. ICC Trial Chamber III is composed of Presiding Judge Sylvia Steiner (Brazil), Judge Joyce Aluoch (Kenya) and Judge Kuniko Ozaki (Japan).
Pictured here: ICC Prosecutor Fatou Bensouda at the Jean-Pierre Bemba Gombo's sentencing hearing © ICC-CPI
SENTENCE – IMO 7340916
1974: Built by Goole Shipbuilding, Goole.(Yard No. 581) as SENTENCE for London and Rochester Trading Co. Ltd., Rochester (Crescent Shipping.)
GRT : 992 DWT : 1643
Dimensions : Length 67.7 metres x Beam 11.8 metres
Machinery : Single Screw
Speed 11.0 knots.
History
1974: SENTENCE (as built) : London and Rochester Trading Co. Ltd., Rochester (Crescent Shipping.)
1985 : KERRY M : R.G Mullet, GBR
1987 : BETTY C.: Carisbrooke Shipping Ltd, Cowes
1993: CORMORANT 1 : Onesimus Dorey (Shipowners) Ltd, Kingstown
1996: EAST MED : North & Med Sea Shipping Ltd, Bridgetown
1996: EAST MED : North & Med Sea Shipping Ltd, Belize City
1997: SUPER GEORGIA : Pacific Marine Shipping Co, Piraeus
2007: DIAMOND 1 : ?
2007: 17 October : In collision with the bulk carrier DUBAI GUARDIAN q.v. and sank south of Thessaloniki in position 40.37N, 22.54E. Six of the crew and one passenger were rescued and the body of the master was subsequently recovered by divers. She was outward bound from Thessaloniki with a cargo of coal. DUBAI GUARDIAN, which was inbound with a cargo of nickel ore, was berthed safely with the assistance of tugs.
SENTENCE, photographed passing Gravesend on the 7 September 1980
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Today, 21 June 2016, Trial Chamber III of the International Criminal Court (“ICC” or “Court”) sentenced Jean-Pierre Bemba Gombo to 18 years of imprisonment. On 21 March 2016, the Chamber had found Mr Bemba guilty beyond reasonable doubt as a military commander responsible for two counts of crimes against humanity (murder and rape) and three counts of war crimes (murder, rape, and pillaging) committed in the Central African Republic between October 2002 and March 2003. ICC Trial Chamber III is composed of Presiding Judge Sylvia Steiner (Brazil), Judge Joyce Aluoch (Kenya) and Judge Kuniko Ozaki (Japan).
Kieran "Header" Nugent (1958 - 4 May 2000) was a volunteer in the Provisional Irish Republican Army and best known for being the first IRA 'blanket man' in the H-Blocks. When sentenced to three years, Nugent refused to wear a prison uniform and said the prison guards would have to "...nail it to my back".
Kieran Nugent's childhood came at a time when Northern Ireland was exploding into turmoil. On 20 March 1973 as a 15 year old he was standing with a friend on the corner of Merrion Street and Grosvenor Road, when a car pulled up beside them and one of the occupants asked them for directions. Another occupant of the vehicle then opened fire with a sub machine gun. Kieran was seriously wounded after being shot eight times in the chest, arms and back by loyalists. A friend Bernard McErlean, aged 16, who was standing nearby was shot and killed
In the coming years he joined the IRA as a young man. He was arrested, aged 16, by the British Army and spent five months on remand in Crumlin Road Prison. When he was eventually tried, the case against him was withdrawn and he was released. He became an active volunteer until his arrest and imprisonment, without trial, on 9 February 1975 under Merlyn Rees, Secretary of State for Northern Ireland. He spent nine months in Cage 4 of Long Kesh prison camp until 12 November 1975. He was imprisoned again after his arrest on 12 May 1976, and sentenced to three years imprisonment on 14 September 1976 for hijacking a vehicle and, upon entering the Maze Prison, refused to wear a prison uniform. He was not provided with alternative clothing and wrapped himself in the blanket from his cell beginning the "Blanket Protest".
He was soon joined in his protest; Jackie McMullan was the next prisoner to don the blanket, followed by six more republican prisoners from the Beechmount area of Belfast. By Christmas 1976 the number had risen to over forty prisoners on protest. From this moment on republican prisoners emulated him and this started five years of prison protests in pursuit of political status, which ended in the 1981 Hunger Strike and the death of seven IRA and three INLA prisoners
I usually tell people not to pose when I'm taking their photo, which means some of them end up being taken while they're talking and making weird faces.
This is my dad, with a moustache that's making its first appearance since the late '90s.
13/52.
Posed image of a judge sentencing an offender.
Posed image of a judge sentencing an offender.
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