The Lord of the Rings sold 150 million copies making it the most published book in history – other that the Bible? With my Crimean California prophecy, I take control of most Biblical prophecy such as the works of Tim Lahaye that concluded the Jews must rebuild the temple before the Return of Jesus. Was LeHaye aware of Tolkien’s books? There is a similarity which I will explore on my Facebook group
New Lord Of The Rings Movies
I just watched Ukraine author Andrey Kurkov talk about Putin banning his books. Governor DeSantis is into banning books. Andrey wrote ‘The Grey Bees. I will include anceint Beekeepers from Georgia in my never-ending media tale that will also be put on my Facebook group..
Mary Magdalene Rosamond
My grandmother is sitting under a tree on Saint Croix Island with the author Arthur Barnes who belonged to the Manana society – who may have been aware of The Hobbit. They disbanded after Pearl Harbor was attacked. Barnes was a member of The Black Mask, and is seen in a group photo with Raymond Chandler, who inspired Ian Fleming. I found this Facebook group
Fleming and Chandler.
Todaym is Meher Baba’s birthday. He was accepted by the Dunites, and is linked to the Parthian Magi. I have asked Governor Tina Kotek to make much of this history – Oregon’s History!
John Presco ‘De Manana
President: Royal Rosamond Press
Turn down the sound to Baba’s vistit to South Carolina in 1956, and play the second video. This is the Birth of Fromundia. The eyes of the Eternal Yin Yang have found the Sleeping Beauty Princess, sealed in a ancient tomb. This causes the terrible eye of Sauron to awaken, and his destructine light goes about the land in searh of…..Beauty!
EXTRA! I just discovered that Theodore Sturgeon died in Eugene Oregon. He was a frind of Kurt Vonnegut who created Kilgore Trout from his name.
I created The New Manana Science Fiction Society and encourage black SF authors to join because the DeSantis Purge is out to destroy the teaching of Black History – but can not touch Black, Future, a place white folks have enjoyed since Jules Verne’s Time Machine!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ma%C3%B1ana_Literary_Society
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theodore_Sturgeon
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Panther_(film)
Black Panther is a 2018 American superhero film based on the Marvel Comics character of the same name. Produced by Marvel Studios and distributed by Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures
It’s been just over eight years since New Line Cinema and Warner Bros. Pictures released The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies, ending Peter Jackson’s second Middle-earth movie trilogy. J.R.R. Tolkien’s books have already been exhaustively adapted to the silver screen, but much like Gollum and the One Ring, movie studios can’t stay away. On Thursday, massive holding company Embracer Group announced that it was partnering with Warner Bros. and New Line to make new feature films based The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit.
Lee Guinchard, CEO of Embracer subsidiary Freemode, shared the following statement:
Following our recent acquisition of Middle-earth Enterprises, we’re thrilled to embark on this new collaborative journey with New Line Cinema and Warner Bros. Pictures, bringing the incomparable world of J.R.R. Tolkien back to the big screen in new and exciting ways. We understand how cherished these works are and working together with our partners at New Line Cinema and Warner Bros. Pictures, we plan to honor the past, look to the future, and adhere to the strongest level of quality and production values.
Prepare for new Lord of the Rings movies
Embracer did not share any specifics regarding the upcoming feature-length films based on The Lord of the Rings. That said, the company did admit that the partnership will have “limited effects in the short term,” so don’t expect a new live-action Middle-earth movie any time soon.
”Twenty years ago, New Line took an unprecedented leap of faith to realize the incredible stories, characters and world of ‘The Lord of the Rings’ on the big screen,” Warner Bros. Pictures Group Co-Chairs and CEOs Michael De Luca and Pam Abdy added.
“The result was a landmark series of films that have been embraced by generations of fans. But for all the scope and detail lovingly packed into the two trilogies, the vast, complex and dazzling universe dreamed up by J.R.R. Tolkien remains largely unexplored on film. The opportunity to invite fans deeper into the cinematic world of Middle-earth is an honor, and we are excited to partner with Middle-earth Enterprises and Embracer on this adventure.”
We don’t know what these movies will be, but it’s clear that they won’t simply be retelling of the books. Presumably, Warner Bros. and New Line plan to take a page out of Amazon’s book and craft their own stories with new characters in the same universe.
In the meantime, New Line and Warner Bros. Animation are already deep in production on the animated movie The Lord of the Rings: The War of the Rohirrim. It’s set 183 years before the events in The Lord of the Rings and tells the story of Helm Hammerhand.
While commending DeSantis’s moves to safeguard parental rights over children in the classroom, Pence contended that his recent steps leading toward the takeover of Disney’s self-governing district went beyond the scope of limited-government conservatism.
https://www.vox.com/23036427/ron-desantis-disney-first-amendment-constitution-supreme-court
Florida’s decision to strip a government benefit from Disney because, in DeSantis’s words, Disney expressed “woke” opinions and “tried to attack me to advance their woke agenda,” is unconstitutional. And it’s not a close case.
As the Supreme Court said in Hartman v. Moore (2006), “official reprisal for protected speech ‘offends the Constitution [because] it threatens to inhibit exercise of the protected right.’” Nor does it matter how the government retaliates against a person or business who expresses an opinion that the government does not like — any official retaliation against someone because they engaged in First Amendment-protected speech is unconstitutional.
https://www.vox.com/23036427/ron-desantis-disney-first-amendment-constitution-supreme-court
Think of it this way: Imagine that José owns a bar in Orlando. One day, José tells the local paper that he dislikes Ron DeSantis and plans to vote for DeSantis’s opponent in the upcoming election. The next day, the state sends him a letter informing him that “because you disparaged our great governor, we are stripping your business of its liquor license.”
https://www.vox.com/23036427/ron-desantis-disney-first-amendment-constitution-supreme-court
https://www.polygon.com/lord-of-the-rings/22724426/lord-of-the-rings-sauron-eye-explained
So how did the “Eye of Sauron” become such a big deal? Think of it as Middle-earth marketing. The Great Eye is the image the Dark Lord uses to brand himself and his armies, projecting an aura of omniscience. As propaganda, the Eye of Sauron is the most potent symbol in Middle-earth — and its effectiveness is built on the genuine power of Sauron’s gaze, literal and otherwise. But ultimately, it’s just that: a symbol.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ma%C3%B1ana_Literary_Society
The Mañana Literary Society was an informal meeting of science fiction writers in Los Angeles, California. Hosted by Robert A. Heinlein and his second wife Leslyn at their Laurel Canyon home,[1] the membership included authors such as Anthony Boucher, Arthur K. Barnes, Edmond Hamilton, L. Ron Hubbard, Henry Kuttner, C.L. Moore, L. Sprague de Camp, Cleve Cartmill, Leigh Brackett, Roby Wentz, and Jack Williamson. The young Ray Bradbury, who had not yet made his first story sale, was a guest at one or two meetings. The weekly meetings took place in 1940 and 1941, until the Pearl Harbor attack resulting in the U.S. entering World War II.[2]
H. H. Holmes’ 1942 mystery Rocket to the Morgue is a sequel to 1940’s Nine Times Nine . In Nine Times Nine , Detective Inspector Terry Marshall, assisted by Sister Ursula of the Sisters of Martha of Bethany, solved a locked-room mystery. In Rocket, the intrepid duo will confront something far more vexing:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_A._Heinlein
William Morris and Joaquin Miller
Posted on August 1, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
Joaquin Miller had dinner with the Pre-Raphaelites and was my grandmother’s friend. This history is being compiled for the grant I am applying for. The history of the Pre-Raphaelites has not been discarded, thus, Kehinde Wiley has no right to claim it and hand it out to NOBODIES who don’t deserve it! I don’t give a rat’s ass what the color of their skin is, and how badly they were oppressed. Let them work for their bragging rights. Just because Wyley thinks he has immortalized these non-artists, does not give them any titles. I will see to that.
Miller built a monument to my kin, John Fremont, the first Presidential Candidate for the Abolitionist Republican Party, and the first to emancipate slaves, forcing Lincoln’s hand.
Rosamunda Took
Posted on August 29, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press
Rosamunda was the daughter of Sigismond Took.[1] She married Odovacar, future patriarch of the Bolger Family, and had two children: Fredegar and Estella. The couple and their children attended Bilbo’s Farewell Party in S.R. 1401.[2
“As a token of her confidence, she told him he need no longer call
her, “Auntie.” The previous year, Bilbo had suggested that Frodo no
longer address him as, “Uncle,” if he wished. Plain, “Bilbo,” would
do. Frodo still called Bilbo, “Uncle,” now and then; it had become
too ingrained a habit. But, following suit, Rosamunda suggested Frodo
might call her, “Rosa,” or, “Rosamunda.” Frodo forgot, and called
her, “Auntie,” many times, but, within the space of an afternoon
tea, “Rosa,” she became.”
Rosamunda Bolger (née Took) was the mother of Fredegar “Fatty” Bolger
and Estella Brandybuck. She was married to Odovacar Bolger and was
known as Rosamunda Took prior to the marriage. They lived in
Budgeford in Bridgefields in the Eastfarthing of the Shire. Rosamunda
and Odovacar both attended the Bilbo’s Farewell Party in 3001 along
with their children.
Fredegar “Fatty” Bolger
Norman Cates as Fatty Bolger from a Decipher Card designed by Weta
Friend of Frodo Baggins. Fredegar Bolger, called Fatty, was born in
2980 to Odovacar Bolger and Rosamunda Took Bolger. He had a sister
Estella who married Merry Brandybuck. Fatty’s great-great-grandfather
on his mother’s side was Gerontius, the Old Took, who was also the
great-great-grandfather of Merry and of Pippin Took. Fatty’s family
was from Budgeford in Bridgefields in the Eastfarthing.
“From first sight, even the site of the new cottage had enchanted
her, dug as it was into the southeast side of a grassy hill in the
midst of Boffin lands, populated with Boffin sheep. There was a
little copse below it, just to the side, and a spring-fed well, all
of which reminded her of her childhood home. The place had come down
to Odovacar through his mother’s side, a Boffin. He had used it as
a sort of base, when he and his friends had gone out hunting.
They would stock the little hole with gear and rations. Then, with
their bows, and a pony for their gear, they would make forays west
or north, towards the Downs or up to the Moors, or, closer still,
into Bindbale Wood. But that was years ago, when the game had not
yet moved so far off.
When Rosamunda had viewed it more carefully,
she saw the hole was inconsiderable disrepair. Also, it was a bit
too small. She had new rooms dug, so that there was a parlor and a
kitchen, a bedroom for each (and one to spare), along with extra
chambers further back for store. When it was finished, it suited
Rosamunda very well. Especially, she loved the light. Situated
facing south-east, the light poured through the windows in the
mornings, her favorite time of the day. And, when she stood
outside, she could see the land stretching east and south far into
the distance. Illuminated by the late afternoon sun, the prospect was
especially fine. From the top of the little knoll that made the
cottage’s roof, she could see far to the north and west, where sheep
dotted the rolling hills. The sky at night took her breath away. And,
all day, the birds sang, the wind blew, and the Water, which ran
nearby, just to the west, mostly narrow andquick as it came down out
of Long Cleeve and Needlehole, could just be heard when the wind
dropped and everything was still. She loved its peace and quiet, so
tucked away and so private.
Yet, it was just an hour’s walk over the
hills to Bag End or to Hobbiton. Overhill, to the east, was even
closer. Every fine day Rosamunda walked the hills, seldom seeing
another living creature other than sheep, or, very rarely, a doe or
faun. She did not walk south to Hobbiton, however, except on errands
or for an appointed visit. She had not forgotten
her “understanding” with Bilbo. And Bilbo did not forget her, either.
Regularly, he sent her gifts of wine or ham or fruit in season, as
tokens of his neighborly regard. She appreciated the way he could
show marks of particular notice, without making her feel the burden
of obligation.”
Sigismond was the son of Hildibrand Took. He had two children, Rosamunda and Ferdinand.[1]
Hildibrand was the eighth son of the Old Took. He had one son, Sigismond, born in S.R. 1290.[1]
Gerontius Took (S.R. 1190 – 1320, died aged 130), also known as The Old Took, was a renowned Hobbit and twenty-sixth Thain of the Shire.
osted on June 8, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press
The work of Disney Artist, Eyvind Earle, hung in the Rosamond Gallery in Carmel. Eyvind illustrated ‘Sleeping Beauty’.
Rosamond and The Last Pre-Raphaelite
Posted on September 10, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
Frank Cowper was titled The Last Pre-Raphaelite. I believe I now own this title. I title my cousin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, a Pre-Raphaelite Actress. My grandfather, Royal Rosamond, and his wife, gave birth to the New Pre-Raphaelite Theme. The Rosamond Name study is important.
John Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Press
Rosamond Genealogy Home Page (rootsweb.com)
Honoring The Visions of George Miller
Posted on May 30, 2016by Royal Rosamond Press
I will be going out to Coburg today to plant another flower at the grave of George Miller, the brother of Joaquin Miller, a honorary member of the Bohemian Club that was a place for Bay Area Journalists to gather and compare notes. If Miller lived in the Bay Area, then he too would be a honorary member.
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=29810634
Elizabeth Maude “Lischen” or “Lizzie” Cogswell married George Miller. Lizzie was the foremost literary woman in Oregon. On Feb. 6, 1897, Idaho Cogswell, married Feb. 6, 1897, Ira L. Campbell, who was editor, publisher and co-owner (with his brother John) of the Daily Eugene Guard newspaper. The Campbell Center is named after Ira.
The Wedding of John Cogswell to Mary Frances Gay, was the first recorded in Lane County where I registered my newspaper, Royal Rosamond Press. Idaho Campbell was a charter member of the Fortnightly Club that raised funds for the first Eugene Library.
George Melvin Miller was a frequent visitor to ‘The Hights’ his brothers visionary utopia where gathered famous artists and writers in the hills above my great grandfather’s farm. The Miller brothers promoted Arts and Literature, as well as Civic Celebrations. Joaquin’s contact with the Pre-Raphaelites in England, lent credence to the notion that George and Joaquin were Oregon’s Cultural Shamans, verses, he-men with big saw cutting down trees.
A year ago I received in the mail a book I ordered on E-Bay. I quickly scanned it to see if their were any illustrations or photographs. Then, I found it, what amounts to my personal Holy Grail. Joaquin Miller dedicated his book of poems ‘Songs of The Sun-Land’ to the Rossetti family that includes Gabriel, Michael, and, Christine. Gabriel was a artist and poet, Michael, a publisher, and Christine, a poet.
“TO THE ROSSETTIS”
Gabriel, who had Joaquin over to his house for dinner, where he met several members of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood. Miller sends Michael a photograph of himself, and is sent a photo. This photo may be the famous one taken by Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, who is better known as Lewis Carrol the author of ‘Alice in Wonderland’. If Joaquin had glued this portrait to a piece of paper, then we might have seen it on the dedication page.
What is going on here is extremely profound. Miller has exported his vision and lifestyle to the England, where he wrote Song of the Sierras, and now he is importing to America a cultural brand that contains Grail and Arthurian subject matter that was at the epicenter of the work of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood.
Lewis Carrol posed two children as Fair Rosamond and Queen Eleanore. I associate Fairmount with Rosamond. Johnnny Depp is starring in another Alice in Wonderland movie. Eugene can celebrate our Land of Make Believe, our White Rabbit made famous by the Jefferson Airplane. I stood before the Mayor of Eugene and suggested a Newspaper Museum at Kesey Square wherein is a model of Miller’s Fantastic Flying Machine. We could build a parade around this contraptions, a world contest that would bring creative people to our Fair City. Children would love this! They too would be in costume for the White Rabbit Run!
Here is what amounts to MY FANTASTIC MOVIE shot in Eugene. What an Amazing Journey is has been!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bohemian_Club
Juanita Miller ‘The White Witch’
Posted on December 6, 2014by Royal Rosamond Press
Joaquin Miller, William Morris & Me
Posted on August 5, 2013by Royal Rosamond Press
Christine Rosamond Benton and I were drawn into Tolkien’s Trilogy. The artist known as ‘Rosamond’ could not put these books down, nr could I. This caused our mutual friend, Keith Purvis, a British subject, to comment;
“She doesn’t know these books are real.”
We three were original hippies who took the Lord of the Rings to heart as we modified the modern world, made it over more to our liking, we oblivious to what normal folk were about. This is exactly what William Morris and the Pre-Raphaelite Brother and Sisterhood did. They – returned!
I discovered the Pre-Raphaelites in 1969 and let my hair grow long for the first time. I gave up drugs in 1967 and was looking for a spiritual format. I came under the spell of the Rossetti family who were friendly with Joaquin Miller. We Presco children knew Miller’s daughter as ‘The White Witch’ and we would call her for advice. Miller’s home ‘The Abbye’ was above our home in the Oakland Hills. Our kindred were friends of Miller, who was also a friend of Swineburn, who wrote ‘The Queen-Mother and Rosamund’ and ‘Rosamund Queen of Lombards. Tolkien was inspired by the Lombards.
Filed away in Rosamond’s probate is my plea to the executor to allow me to be my sister’s historian. I mention Miller and Rossetti. I saw myself in the role of Michael Rossetti who had his own publishing company. He published Miller and other famous poets. When I was twelve, my mother read evidence I might become a famous poet.
All my imput has been ruthlessly ignored, because petty un-creative minds have forced our families creative legacy down the tiny holes of their hidden agendas, into the mouths of worms and parasites, because these ignorant people sensed I and the real Art World, did not let them in the door – would never admit them into our circle, our ring of genius!
Jon Presco
Copyright 2011
William Morris had a major influence on J. R. R. Tolkien. As John Garth points out, unlike most authors traumatized by the experience of World War I, Tolkien did not “discard the old ways of writing, the classicism or medievalism championed by Lord Tennyson and William Morris. In his hands these traditions were reinvigorated so that they remain powerfully alive for readers today” (40). His love of Morris, in particular, goes back to his undergraduate days when he turned from studying the Greek and Latin classics to the the northern traditions — the language and literature of the Scandinavian and Germanic past. According Garth,
William Morris, from the late 1870s on, decided to “remedy” the defects of the real historical record by producing specific works of “pseudo-history,” fully-fleshed stories that he could present as “re-discovered” manuscripts of ancient tribal lore. So eager were the Germanic speakers of 19th century Europe to know more about their ancestors, that sometimes even academically trained scholars would be fooled by the books Morris wrote, and asked him for his sources, and wanted to read the original saga manuscripts themselves. To which requests Morris replied “Doesn’t the fool realize, that it’s a romance, a work of fiction — that it’s all lies!” (from May Morris, daughter of W. Morris recollections).
JRRT, a generation later than Morris, got in on the tail end of this nationalistic/ romantic period, and became as fully enmeshed in its allures as Morris. Tolkien went on to “sub-create” his own “pseudo-histories,” manufacturing his versions of the source myths that would allow a richer understanding of the Nordic tradition, especially the Anglo-Saxon phenomena of England. Between them, as much by accident as firm intent, Morris and Tolkien established an entire genre of pseudo-history that has, by now in the 21st century, become one of the most popular fields of literature.
“These two men knew either much (Morris) or most (Tolkien) of all that was known about these [northern] people and their lives. They used that wealth of knowledge to create ‘dreamed realities’ (Morris) or an ‘imaginary history’ (Tolkien) about what it might have been like to live in those days. While what they wrote wasn’t necessarily true in a strict sense, both knew enough about the past and were talented enough as writers that what they wrote created a strong sense that they described what might have been.” ( Michael W. Perry, More to William Morris, p. 7, 2003)
So, the question then becomes, for Tolkien readers, how does Morris stand up to JRRT? Is it worth the money to buy Morris’s books? Will I get the same, or at least a very similar thrill from reading them as I get when running through the pages of LotR and The Hobbit? Well, that’s what I am trying to decide in the next few installments of this topic. How do the works of the two authors compare, in what ways are they similar, in what ways do they differ?
http://tolkiensring.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=authors&action=display&thread=675
Joaquin Miller looked me up at Somerset House, and left with me
the remaining proofs of his forthcoming volume. He showed me the dedication, ‘To the Rossettis.’ I strongly recommended him to write direct to Gabriel as to the matter before anything further is done. I mentioned the dedication to Christina. She feels some hesitation in sanctioning it, not knowing what the book may contain. If she makes up her mind to object, she is to write to Miller. I looked through the proofs and noted down some remarks on them. They include a series of poems about Christ, named Olive Leaves, implying a sort of religious, or at least personal, enthusiasm, mixed up with a good deal that has more relation to a sense of the picturesque than of the devotional. These poems, though far from worthless from their own point of view, are very defective, and would, I think be highly obnoxious to many readers and Reviewers. I have suggested to Miller the expediency of omitting them altogether. – Christina, I find, has already read these particular poems, and to some considerable extent likes them, which is so far in their favour as affecting religious readers”
The wider world of Victorian London is present: Turgenev comes to dinner, Browning sends his new volumes, Swinburne arrives drunk, and the American poet and adventurer Joaquin Miller makes himself known to the Rossetti circle. Nine appendices include five devoted to Poems and one to the Fleshly School controversy.
Joaquin Miller Cabin is located in Washington, DC. The Hights, the Oakland home Miller built at the end of his life, is currently known as the Joaquin Miller House and is part of Joaquin Miller Park. He planted the surrounding trees and he personally built, on the eminence to the north, his own funeral pyre and monuments dedicated to Moses, General John C. Frémont, and the poets Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Browning. The Japanese poet Yone Noguchi began his literary career while living in the cabin adjoining Millers’ during the latter half of the 1890s. The Hights was purchased by the city of Oakland in 1919 and can be found in Joaquin Miller Park.[42] It is now a designated California Historical Landmark.
Miller went to England, where he was celebrated as a frontier oddity. There, in May 1871, Miller published Songs of the Sierras, the book which finalized his nickname as the “Poet of the Sierras”.[22] It was well-received by the British press and members of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, particularly Dante Gabriel Rossetti and William Michael Rossetti.
While in England, he was one of the few Americans invited into the Savage Club along with Julian Hawthorne, son of Nathaniel Hawthorne. The younger Hawthorne referred to Miller as “a licensed libertine” but admitted him “charming, amiable, and harmless”.[
The Savage Club was formed to supply the want which Dr Samuel Johnson and his friends experienced when they founded the Literary Club. A little band of authors, journalists and artists felt the need of a place of reunion where, in their hours of leisure, they might gather together and enjoy each other’s society, apart from the publicity of that which was known in Johnson’s time as the coffee house, and equally apart from the chilling splendour of the modern club.
At present, there are 315 members. The club maintains a tradition of fortnightly dinners for members and their guests, always followed by entertainment. These dinners often feature a variety of famous performers from music hall to concert hall. Several times a year members invite ladies to share both the dinner and the entertainment — sometimes as performers. On these occasions guests always include widows of former Savages, who are known as Rosemaries (after rosemary, a symbol of remembrance).
Born in London, he was a son of immigrant Italian scholar Gabriele Rossetti, and the brother of Maria Francesca Rossetti, Dante Gabriel Rossetti and Christina Georgina Rossetti.
He was one of the seven founder members of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood in 1848, and became the movement’s unofficial organizer and bibliographer. He edited the Brotherhood’s literary magazine The Germ which published four issues in 1850 and wrote the poetry reviews for it.
It was William Michael Rossetti who recorded the aims of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood at their founding meeting in September 1848:
1. To have genuine ideas to express;
2. To study nature attentively, so as to know how to express them;
3. To sympathize with what is direct and serious and heartfelt in previous art, to the exclusion of what is conventional and self-parading and learned by rote;
4. And most indispensable of all, to produce thoroughly good pictures and statues.
Although Rossetti worked full time as a civil servant, he maintained a prolific output of criticism and biography across a range of interests from Algernon Swinburne to James McNeill Whistler. He edited the diaries of his maternal uncle John William Polidori (author of The Vampyre and physician to Lord Byron), a comprehensive biography of D. G. Rossetti, and edited the collected works of D. G. Rossetti and Christina Rossetti.
Rossetti edited the first British edition of the poetry of Walt Whitman, which was published in 1868; however, this edition was bowdlerized.[1] Anne Gilchrist, who became one of the first to write about Whitman, first read his poetry from Rossetti’s edition, and Rossetti helped initiate their correspondence.[2]
In 1874 he married Lucy Madox Brown, daughter of the painter Ford Madox Brown. They honeymooned in France and Italy. Their first child, Olivia Frances Madox, was born in September 1875, and her birth was celebrated in an ode of Swinburne.
William Michael Rosetti was a major contributor to the 1911 edition of the Encyclopædia Britannica; his contributions on artistic subjects were criticised by many reviewers at the time and since, as showing little evidence of having absorbed the mounting body of work by academic art historians, mostly writing in German.
Dinner at Rossetti’s
by Joaquin Miller
________________________________________
There is no thing that hath not worth;
There is no evil anywhere;
There is no ill on all this earth,
If man seeks not to see it there.
September 28. I cannot forget that dinner with Dante Gabriel Rossetti, just before leaving London, nor can I hope to recall its shining and enduring glory. I am a better, larger man, because of it. And how nearly our feet are set on the same way. It was as if we were all crossing the plains, and I for a day’s journey and a night’s encampment fell in with and conversed with the captains of the march.
But one may not gave names and dates and details over there as here. The home is entirely a castle. The secrets of the board and fireside are sacred. And then these honest toilers and worshippers of the beautiful are shy, so shy and modest. But I like this decent English way of keeping your name down and out of sight till the coffin-lid hides your blushes–so modest these Pre-Raphaelites are that I should be in disgrace forever if I dared set down any living man’s name.
But here are a few of the pearls picked up, as they were tossed about the table at intervals and sandwiched in between tales of love and lighter thoughts and things.
All London, or rather all the brain of London, the literary brain, was there. And the brain of all the world, I think, was in London. These giants of thought, champions of the beautiful earth, passed the secrets of all time and all lands before me like a mighty panorama. All night sol We dined so late that we missed breakfast. If I could remember and write down truly and exactly what these men said, I would have the best and the greatest book that ever was written, I have been trying a week in vain, I have written down and scratched out and revised till I have lost the soul of it, it seems to me; no individuality to it; only like my own stuff. If I only had set their words down on the next day instead of attempting to remember their thoughts! Alas! the sheaves have been tossed and beaten about over sea and land for days and days, till the golden grain is gone, and here is but the straw and chaff.
The master sat silent for the most part; there was a little man away down at the other end, conspicuously modest. There was a cynical fat man, and a lean philanthropist all sorts and sizes, but all lovers of the beautiful of earth. Here is what one, a painter, a ruddy-faced and a rollicking gentleman, remarked merrily to me as he poured out a glass of red wine at the beginning of the dinner:
“When travelling in the mountains of Italy, I observed that the pretty peasant women made the wine by putting grapes m a great tub, and then, getting into this tub, barefooted, on top of the grapes, treading them out with their brown, bare feet. At first I did not like to drink this wine. I did not think it was clean. But I afterward watched these pretty brown women” and here all leaned to listen, at the mention of pretty brown women– I watched these pretty brown women at their work in the primitive winepress, and I noticed that they always washed their feet after they got done treading out the wine.”
All laughed at this, and the red-faced painter was so delighted that he poured out and swallowed another full glass. The master sighed as he sat at the head of the table rolling a bit of bread between thumb and finger, and said, sitting close to me: “I am an Italian who has neven seen Italy. Belle Italia!…”
By and by he quietly said that silence was the noblest attitude in all things; that the greatest poets refused to write, and that all great artists in all lines were above the folly of expression. A voice from far down the table echoed this sentiment by saying:”Heard melodies are sweet; but unheard melodies are sweeter.” “Written poems are delicious; but unwritten poems are divine,” cried the triumphant cynic. “What is poetry?” cries a neighbor. “All true, pure life is poetry,” answers one. “But the inspiration of poetry?” “The art of poetry is in books. The inspiration of poetry in nature.” To this all agreed.
Then the master very quietly spoke: “And yet do not despise the books of man. All religions, said the Chinese philosophers, are good. The only difference is, some religions are better than others, and the apparent merit of each depends largely upon a mans capacity for understanding it. This is true of .poetry. All poetry is good. I never read a poem in my life that did not have some merit, and teach some sweet lesson. The fault in reading the poems of man, as well as reading the poetry of nature, lies largely at the door of the reader. Now, what do you call poetry?” and he turned his great Italian eyes tenderly to where I sat at his side.
To me a poem must be a picture,” I answered.
Proud I was when a great poet then said: “And it must be a picture–if a good poem so simple that you can understand it at a glance, eh? And see it and remember it as you would see and remember a sunset, eh?” “Aye,” answered the master, “I also demand that it shall be lofty in sentiment and sublime in expression. The only rule I have for measuring the merits of a written poem, is by the height of it. Why not be able to measure its altitude as you measure one of your sublime peaks of America?”
He looked at me as he spoke of America, and I was encouraged to answer:”Yes, I do not want to remember the words. But I do want it to remain with me a picture and become a part of my life. Take this one verse from Mr. Longfellow:
“And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.’”
“Good!” cried the fat cynic, who, I am sure, had never heard the couplet before, it was so sweet to him; “Good! There is a picture that will depart from no impressible clay. The silent night, the far sweet melody falling on the weary mind, the tawny picturesque Arabs stealing away m the darkness, the perfect peace, the stillness and the rest. It appeals to all the Ishmaelite in our natures, and all the time we see the tents gathered up and the silent children of the desert gliding away in the gloaming.”
A transplanted American, away down at the other end by a little man among bottles, said: “The poem of Evangeline is a succession of pictures. I never read Evangeline but once.” “It is a waste of time to look twice at a sunset,” said Rossetti, sotto voce, and the end man went on: “But i believe I can see every picture in that poem as distinctly as if I had been the unhappy Arcadian; for here the author has called in ail the elements that go to make up a perfect poem.”
“When the great epic of this new, solid Saxon tongue comes to be written,” said one who sat near and was dear to the master’s heart, “it will embrace all that this embraces: new and unnamed lands; ships on the sea; the still deep waters hidden away in a deep and voiceless continent; the fresh and fragrant wilderness; the curling smoke of the camp-fire; action, movement, journeys; the presence–the inspiring presence of woman; the ennobl- ing sentiment of love, devotion, and devotion to the death; faith, hope and charity,- and all in the open air.”
“Yes,” said the master thoughtfully, ‘no great poem has ever been or ever will be fitted in a parlor, or even fashioned from a city. There is not room for it there.”
“Hear! hear! you might as well try to grow a California pine in the shell of a peanut,” cried I. Some laughed, some applauded, all looked curiously at me. Of course, I did not say it that well, yet I did say it far better, I mean I did not use the words carefully, but I had the advantage of action and sympathy.
Then the master said, after a bit of reflection: “Homer’s Ulysses, out of which have grown books enough to cover the earth, owes its immortality to all this, and its out-door exercise. Yet it is a bloody book a bad book, in many respects–full of revenge, treachery, avarice and wrong. And old Ulysses himself seems to have been the most colossal liar on record. But for all this, the constant change of scene, the moving ships and the roar of waters, the rush of battle and the anger of the gods, the divine valor of the hero, and, above all, and over all, like a broad, white-bosomed moon through the broken clouds, the splendid life of that one woman; the shining faith, the constancy, the truth and purity of Penelope–all these make a series of pictures that pass before us like a panorama, and we will not leave off reading till we have seen them all happy together again, and been assured that the faith and constancy of that woman has had it reward. And we love him, even if he does lie!”
How all at that board leaned and listened. Yet let me again and again humbly confess to you that I do him such injustice to try thus to quote from memory. After a while he said: “Take the picture of the old, blind, slobber-mouthed dog, that has been driven forth by the wooers to die. For twenty years he has not heard the voice of his master. The master now comes, in the guise of a beggar. The dog knows his voice, struggles to rise from the ground, staggers toward him, licks his hand, falls, and dies at his feet.”
Such was the soul, heart, gentleness of this greatest man that I ever saw walking in the fields of art….
Miller earned an estimated $3,000 working as a Pony Express rider, and used the money to move to Oregon. With the help of his friend, Senator Joseph Lane, he became editor of the Democratic Register in Eugene,[7] a role he held from March 15 to September 20, 1862.[8] Though no copies survive, it was known as sympathetic to the Confederacy until it was forced to shut down.[9] That year, Miller married Theresa Dyer (alias Minnie Myrtle) on September 12, 1862, in her home four days after meeting her[10] in Port Orford, Oregon.
Swinburne Meets Joaquin Miller.” New York Times (10 May 1931) [Online: BR5]
Picture with the text: “Once Joaquin Miller and a British Writer Called on Swinburne, Whom the Englishman Claimed as an Intimate Friend. They Announced Themselves as Joaquin Miller, the American Poet, and a Friend. Swinburne Sent Down Word to ‘Bring the American Poet Up and Tell the Friend to Go to Hell.’” [MCK]
Algernon Charles Swinburne (London, April 5, 1837 – London, April 10, 1909) was an English poet, playwright, novelist, and critic. He invented the roundel form, wrote several novels, and contributed to the famous Eleventh Edition of the Encyclopaedia Britannica. He was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature in every year from 1903 to 1907 and again in 1909.[1]
At Oxford Swinburne met several Pre-Raphaelites, including William Morris and Dante Gabriel Rossetti. After leaving college he lived in London and started an active writing career, where Rossetti was delighted with his ‘little Northumbrian friend’, a reference to Swinburne’s diminutive height—he was just over five feet tall.[citation needed]
The first of Rosamond’s five scenes is the most forceful in demonstrating Swinburne’s debt to troubadour conventions as well as to Pre-Raphaelite stylistic influences. Courtly love preoccupations and the medieval setting overshadow elements of Jacobean revenge tragedy throughout the play. Swinburne’s Rosamond, rather than the historical queen of the Courts of Love, espouses the religion of love and, as a result of her lived creed, is poisoned by Eleanor out of jealousy.
Swinburne’s choice of the “rose of the world” as one of his first subjects for verse suggests that he associated his conception of Rosamond with courtly love allegory, specifically the Roman de la Rose, in which the rose is the eternal symbol of the beloved and of the perfect beauty that is fearfully transient but simultaneously immortal.3 As in Swinburne’s later lyrics “Before the Mirror” and “The Year of the Rose,” Rosamond’s central symbol is the rose, and, like them, this play recapitulates the major preoccupations of courtly love poetry: the apotheosis of beauty; love as the necessary consequence of beauty fear of mutability; and a final insistence on the immortality of both love and beauty, which can be attained, paradoxically, only through death.
[39/40] The first scene of Rosamond characterizes its heroine as simultaneously enchanted with her own beauty, exalted by her love affair with Henry, and insecure about the permanence of her beauty and her love. Surrounded by the ephemeral rose blossoms with which she identifies in the maze at Woodstock, she is alone with her maid, Constance. Here Rosamond reveals her concern with the world’s slanderous gossip about her, and as the scene progresses she attempts gradually to rebuild her self-confidence-in her beauty, in Henry’s continuing devotion, and in the unassailable value of beauty and of love. At first, she is defensive:
See,
If six leaves make a rose, I stay red yet
And the wind nothing ruins me; who says
I am at waste? (Tragedies, I, 231)
Is thy name
Babe? Sweet are babes as flowers that wed the sun,
But man may be not born a babe again,
And less than man may woman. Rosamund
Stands radiant now in royal pride of place
As wife of thine and queen of Lombards–not
Cunimund’s daughter. Hadst thou slain her sire
Shamefully, shame were thine to have sought her hand
And shame were hers to love thee: but he died
Manfully, by thy mightier hand than his
Manfully mastered. War, born blind as fire,
Fed not as fire upon her: many a maid
As royal dies disrobed of all but shame
And even to death burnt up for shame’s sake: she
Lives, by thy grace, imperial.
ROSAMUND.
I know it.
I leave thee not the choice. Keep thou thy hand
Bloodless, and Hildegard, whom yet I love,
Dies, and in fire, the harlot’s death of shame.
Last night she lured thee hither. Hate of me,
Because of late I smote her, being in wrath
Forgetful of her noble maidenhood,
Stung her for shame’s sake to take hands with shame.
This if I swear, may she unswear it? Thou
Canst not but say she bade thee seek her. She
Lives while I will, as Albovine and thou
Live by my grace and mercy. Live, or die.
But live thou shalt not longer than her death,
Her death by burning, if thou slay not him.
I see my death shine in thine eyes: I see
My present death inflame them. That were not
Her surety, Almachildes. Thou shouldst know me
Now. Though thou slay me, this may save not her.
My lines are laid about her life, and may not
By breach of mine be broken.
Biography
From 1902 Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale worked both as a painter and illustrator of fine books, among them Alfred Tennyson’s Poems in 1905 and Robert Browning’s Pippa Passes in 1908. She was the first female member of the Institute of Painters in Oils in 1902, a member of the RWS and also taught at the Byam Shaw School of Arts.
Rosamunda Took And Pharmond
Posted on June 15, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
I own The Way.
Jon
Rosamunda Bolger (née Took) was the mother of Fredegar “Fatty”
Bolger and Estella Brandybuck. She was married to Odovacar Bolger
and was known as Rosamunda Took prior to the marriage. They lived in
Budgeford in Bridgefields in the Eastfarthing of the Shire.
Rosamunda and Odovacar both attended the Bilbo’s Farewell Party in
3001 along with their children.
http://fr.rodovid.org/wk/Personne:317260
http://fr.rodovid.org/wk/Personne:31416
Gendolfus Faramond & Rosamond
Posted on April 5, 2013by Royal Rosamond Press
The Lords of Til-Chatel and Rougemont descend from the Merovingians via Garnier, Count of Troyes. There is a Gendolfus in this line, and Nibelung “the historian”. Much of the history of the Franks is myth that influenced J.R. Tolkein. The Franks claim they descend from the Kings and Queens of Troy, thus the city names of Paris and Troyes.
Many authors claime the Knight Templars descend from the Franks, but, there is no evidence of this link – until now!
I can go anywhere with my genealogical research. Anywhere! The love story of Pharamond and Rosamond is at the very root of Western Storytelling.
I saw myself as Strider as a young man. I behold Rena as the epitone of the Rosamonds. My personal myth has no bounds. I have overcome the Western World!
Jon Gregory the Nazarite
Florent Mundi
“In the Rose of the World”
Copyright 2013
“Many men say that there is nothing in dreams but fables and lies,
but one may have dreams which are not decietful, whose import becomes
quite clear afterward.”
Thus begins the ‘Romaunt of the Rose’ by Chaucer, that ends thus…
“The ending of the tale you see
The Lover draws anigh the tree,
And takes the branch, and takes the rose,
That love and he so dearly chose.”
My daughter Heather was born on Rosemary’s Birthday, September 26,
1984. Eighteen months ago she was introduced to me by an angel, in a
dream. A month ater we would meet for the first time, she just
turning sweet sixteen. She never met her grandmother, Rosemary, or
her aunt,Christine, the world renouned artist, Rosamond, they passing
away before this rose, this branch of the family could be found.
When I was twenty three I let my hair grow long after the Nazarite
Artists of Germany a group who would inspire Dante Gabriel Rossetti
to form the Pre-Raphaelite Artists of Great Britain. Fair Rosamond
and the Romaunt of the Rose was an inspriration to the Pre-
Raphaelites, who like the Nazarite Artists, were bringing back a
religious theme to Art. Both groups drew upon Arthurian and Grail
legends that have been recently been linked to the Knight Templars
who are said to have been Nazarites, and who worshipped John the
Baptist, a Nazarite for life.
Rossetti did a painting of Rosamond, and Edward Burne-Jones did two,
not counting his ‘Briar Rose’ series who was named Rosamond by Grimm
in his tale of ‘Sleeping Beauty’, who I identify as the sleeping
goddess, Ariadne. King Henry built a bower and Labyrinth for Fair
Rosamond, that might have been used to initiate the Templars into an
ancient Hermetic teaching. Lord Tennyson includes her in his poem ‘A
Dream of Fair Women’, and Swinburne wrote an epic poem titled ‘The
Queen Mother and Rosamond’.
Gautheir de Coste Calprenede makes Rosamonde the paramour of
Pharamond King of the Long-haired Franks. Swinburne wrote a similar
work about another paramour of the Merovinians titled ‘Chronicle of
Fredegond,Rosamond’. Pharamond descends from Fromond, a name that
appears twice in a branch of the Rougemont/Rosemont genealogy, and
are the Lords of Neufchatel who become the De La Roche family, also
known as De La Rosa, a name born of the Rock and the Rose. Our Dreams
have come true.
Christine Rosamond Presco, a ‘Rose of the World’ was born October 24,
1947 in Vallejo California. Christina was the third child of Victor
and Rosemary, our mother one of four beautiful daughters born to the
writer and poet, Royal Rosamond, and Mary Magdalene Wieneke. Royal
and Mary met in Los Angeles where Mary went to live after leaving her
father’s farm in Iowa. Seeking her independance, as a young woman
Mary worked as a seamtress in Downtown L.A. The Wienekes were said to
have owned castles in Germany. Mary was a frequent guest at
Krishnamurti’s retreat in the Ojai Valley where her brother had a
farm and may have delved in the philosophy of the Theosophic Society.
Royal wrote stories for ‘Out West’ the ‘Arcadian’ and several Romance
magazines, he sailing to the Anacapa Islands with is friend, Dashiel
Hammet, the author of the ‘Maltese Falcon’, a mystery novel that was
made into a movie about the search for a golden falcon once belonging
to the Knights Templars. Royal taught Earl Stanley Gardner the
rudiments of writing. Royal’s poem ‘Your Name’ could well acompany
Rossetti’s painting of the young man writing his lover’s name in the
sand.
Living by the sea in Ventura California, Rosemary, and her sister,
Lillian, were courted by the famous actor, Errol Flyn, thus, there
was a powerful sense of the Romantic in our household that would
influence both Christine’s and my work. All the Rosamond women were
beautiful, they the arhetypes for the rosy women that began to peer
gracefully from their canvases in the early seventies at a changing
world, their beauty and strength heralding in the Woman’s Movement,
the very idea women could now own their own Creation and Creations.
In the words of Swineburne’s Fair Rosamond;
“But that I am
Part of the perfect witness for the world.”
My dear sister drowned off the Coast of Carmel on March 26,1994. The
legacy this complex person left behind is an important one as we were
both influenced by the Pre-Raphaelite artists who are at the core of
Grail Mysteries that have surfaced once again in the Quest for
Religious and Spiritual pertinence. The name Rosamond means ‘Rose of
the World’ and is one of the names applied to the Shekinah which is
the ‘Light of the World’ that I believe is found at the center of the
Labyrinth, like the one King Henry the second built for the love of
his life, Fair Rosamond. He also built a Well and Arcadia for her
after the story of Tristan and Isolde. A Grail Cup entwined in a vine
was engraved on her tomb. She has been compared to Mary Magdalene by
some authors, and a Catholic Bishop upon seeing how she was being
worshipped by Knights about to go on Crusade, had her remains removed
from the Nunnery at Glascow, and scattered to the wind; he calling
her a whore.
Christine gave me credit for being her teacher, my art touring the
world in a Red Cross show when I was twelve, and then again when I
was sixteen. In 1970 I discovered Dante Gabriel Rossetti and the Pre-
Raphaelite Brotherhood, they modeling their movement after the
Nazarene artists of Germany, a guild dedicated to bringing back a
spritual base to Germany’s fine art. The Rossetti family were all
gifted. Christina Rossetti was an extraordinary poet and was
considered a member of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood. Her father
translated ‘Dante’s Inferno’ and owned a Publishing firm that her
brother Michael opperated. Dante was a close friend of the famous
poet, Algernon Swineburne, whose poem ‘The Queen Mother and Fair
Rosamond’ became a model and inspiration for all the Pre-Raphaelites
who resurected themes from the Grail Romances, breathing new life
into the Knights and Fair Maidens of our Ancient Dawn, raising a new
light in the search for the Truth.
On the other hand, there is a striking similarity between what we read in the Lombardic legend itself – the part about KingSheave and his deeds for the people of the Longobards and what we read in “Beowulf” :
LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped, we have heard, and what honor the athelings won! Oft Scyld the Scefing from squadroned foes, from many a tribe, the mead-bench tore, awing the earls. Since erst he lay friendless, a foundling, fate repaid him: for he waxed under welkin, in wealth he throve, till before him the folk, both far and near, who house by the whale-path, heard his mandate, gave him gifts: a good king he!
Therefore, could it be that those Winilli were in fact the Danes!
The Danes were residents of Denmark. Hroðgar’s Heorot is likely to have been located on the island of Sjaelland near the present day city of Roskilde.
Even the episode of Alboin and Rosamunde, which Tolkien only alludes to, and of which Christopher provides us with Paul the Deacon’s account, can – IMO not be considered a hard historical “fact”. “Fact” is, that Paul wrote some 200 years later about events that were subject of much folk-tale and folk-song, and drinking from a skull – jewelled or no – was not altogether rare, since the Huns had “introduced” this habit a few centuries earlier. People back then – as the hypothesis is amongst scholars – thought they would “inherit” the strength of the slain, if they drank from their skulls. But whether or not this “habit” was widespread among Germanic tribes is debated.
One of the possible reasons for Tolkien’s interest in the Lombards was the fact, that the tribe of the Lombards from the middle of the 5th century on began to merge with that of the Saxons at the lower Elbe. Tolkien himself had Saxon ancestors, which was probably one of the reasons for his attempt to create an Anglo-Saxon mythology for England.
http://www.thetolkienwiki.org/wiki.cgi?Lombardic__Legend__in__The__Lost__Road
Rosamunda Bolger (née Took) was the mother of Fredegar “Fatty”
Bolger and Estella Brandybuck. She was married to Odovacar Bolger
and was known as Rosamunda Took prior to the marriage. They lived in
Budgeford in Bridgefields in the Eastfarthing of the Shire.
Rosamunda and Odovacar both attended the Bilbo’s Farewell Party in
3001 along with their children.
Fredegar “Fatty” Bolger
Norman Cates as Fatty Bolger from a Decipher Card designed by Weta
Friend of Frodo Baggins. Fredegar Bolger, called Fatty, was born in
2980 to Odovacar Bolger and Rosamunda Took Bolger. He had a sister
Estella who married Merry Brandybuck. Fatty’s great-great-
grandfather on his mother’s side was Gerontius, the Old Took, who
was also the great-great-grandfather of Merry and of Pippin Took.
Fatty’s family was from Budgeford in Bridgefields in the
Eastfarthing.
http://faculty.smu.edu/bwheeler/tolkien/online_reader/TolkienTheLostRoad.pdf
Soon after Tyler Hunt was born I nicknamed him Sceaf because it was very upsetting to me and Heather than Ryan Hunt apparently abandoned his son. Thank God that turned out not to be the case.
I tried to be a father figure to this beautiful boy so he would not grow up without a father. I now feel the same way about my niece, Drew Benton, who wants to learn about her ancestors. What I have to offer is a wealth of knowlege and information for the Children of the Rose Tree to draw upon for rendering Art, and authoring Books.
Sceafa (Old English: scēafa), also spelled Sceaf (scēaf) or Scef (scēf), was an ancient Lombardic king in English legend. According to his story, Sceafa appeared mysteriously as a child, coming out of the sea in an empty boat. The name also appears in the corrupt forms Seskef, Stefius, Strephius, and Stresaeus. Though the name has historically been modernized Shava (and Latinized Scefius), J. R. R. Tolkien used the modern spelling Sheave.
Older than these is the Old English poem Beowulf which applies the story of the boy in the boat instead to the Danish who is the eponym of the legendary Danish royal lineage known as the Scyldings or Skjöldings. In the opening lines of Beowulf, Scyld is called Scyld Scefing, which might mean Scyld descendant of Scef, Scyld son of Scef, or Scyld of the Sheaf. The Beowulf poet does not explain. But after relating in general terms the glories of Scyld’s reign, the poet describes Scyld’s funeral, how his body was laid in a ship surrounded by treasures, the poet explains:
They decked his body no less bountifully
with offerings than those first ones did
who cast him away when he was a child
and launched him alone out over the waves.
Today California is having important elections.
Peter Rosemond further reported information from the
Records Office in Basle that “before Basle the family resided in
Holland up to 1338, and it is said they descended from the estate
Rosemont, near Belfort, in France, where also the village Rougemont
is found.” A family coat-of-arms was registered in Basle about 1537
when the first Hans became a resident there. A reproduction of this
coat-of-arms in the writer’s possession shows a weaver’s crook
conspicuously, and it will be remembered that in Ireland our people
were linen weavers and farmers, and that Edward, the elder, was a
weaver in this country. Peter Rosemond had seen in print the letters
from Erasmus to Gotschalk Rosemondt. He noticed that a seal used by a
Rosemont in Holland, bearing a jumping fox, was like an emblem he had
noticed in a wall of the house Rebleuten-Zunft in Basle. This seal
dated back to 1430, whereas the coat-of-arms above mentioned dates
from 1534, it seems. Peter Rosemond died September 22, 1930. This is
but a sketch of what he wrote.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hrómundar_saga_Gripssonar
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZ7MFh49yZE wol
http://www.genealogy.com/forum/surnames/topics/rosamond/10/
The name Rosamund (also spelled Rosamond and Rosamunde) is a girls’ name and can also be a family name (surname). Originally it combined the Germanic elements hros, meaning horse, and mund, meaning “protection”. Later, it was influenced by the Latin phrases rosa munda, meaning “pure rose”,[1] and rosa mundi, meaning “rose of the world”.[2] “Rosamonda” is the Italian, “Rosamunde” is the German and “Rosemonde” the French form of the name.
Rothschild Name Meaning. German and Jewish (Ashkenazic): habitational name from a house distinguished with a red sign (Middle High German rot ‘red’ + schilt ‘sign’, ‘shield’), the earliest recorded example dating from the 13th century.
http://preraphaelitesisterhood.com/fair-rosamund-and-queen-eleanor/
http://www.viviensmodels.com.au/models/lara-roozemond/
http://lotr.wikia.com/wiki/Rohan
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aragorn
http://lotr.wikia.com/wiki/Fosco_Baggins
Fosco was the son of Largo Baggins and Tanta (Hornblower) Baggins. Fosco married Ruby Bolger and they had three children Dora, Drogo and Dudo. Their son Drogo was the father of Frodo Baggins. Fosco died in TA 2960 (SR 1360).[1]
Drogo Baggins was the eldest son of Fosco Baggins and was the brother of Dora and Dudo Baggins. He married Primula Brandybuck and they had only one child, Frodo Baggins. He was a second cousin to Bilbo Baggins. After his marriage, he lived in Buckland and often stayed at Brandy Hall, where his father-in-law, Gorbadoc Brandybuck kept a generous table. He and his wife died when Frodo was only twelve years old. Drogo drowned in the Brandywine River, but there was some debate as to why; some said that he and Primula went boating after dinner and his weight sunk the boat, while others maintained that his death was not an accident and his wife pushed him in and he pulled her in after him.
Rosamunda was the daughter of Sigismond Took.[1] She married Odovacar, future patriarch of the Bolger Family, and had two children: Fredegar and Estella. The couple and their children attended Bilbo’s Farewell Party in S.R. 1401.[2]
[edit] Etymology
The name in the middle ages it was understood as rosa munda, Latin for “pure rose” but it derives from hros “horse” and mund “hand, protection”. [3]
Rosamunda appears in the third draft of the Took genealogy as Diamanda but as daughter of Hildibrand and not of Sigismond who are her grandfather. The son, the later Fredegar Bolger, appear as Hamilcar.
In the fourth draft her father and grandfather are reversed. The son Hamilcar is now named Belisarius.
In the fifth draft, as shown in LotR Diamanda change name to Rosamunda. Belisarius becomes Fredegar and Estella, the later wife of Peregrin, appears even this is only the case in later editions of LotR. Her birth year and her husband is in all the drafts year 1338 and Odovacar.
Rosamunde married the son of Merovee the King of the Salian Franks who ruled Den Bosch that was called Toxandria. Did these long hairedkings establish the Bailiffs?
Jon Presco
Name: Argotta (Rosamunde) (Queen Of The Franks)
Given Name: Argotta (Rosamunde) (Queen Of The Franks)
Sex: F
Birth: 376 in France
Death: 406
Event: Alt. Birth Alt. Birth 376 France
Occupation: Queen of Franks
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Change Date: 29 Jan 2011 at 15:28
Note: Queen of Franks
Toxandria is the classical name for a region between the Meuse and the Scheldt rivers in the Netherlands and Belgium. The name is also spelled Taxandria. The Salian Franks that settled the area in the 4th century became known as Toxandrians. These tribes gave rise to the Merovingian dynasty that came to dominate what is now Belgium and France.
In these ancient times, the many barbarian tribes, given the broad label as Germanic tribes (Latin Germanicus) by the Romans, originated from Scandinavia and had by the 2nd century BC spread through vast areas of today’s central and western Europe including northern Gaul (Gallia Belgica).
Because of their continuous raids, these tribes subdivided into separate clans and moved on to other areas. In the middle of the 3rd century, two members of the tribal confederacy known as the Franks, the Salians and the Ripuarians, began penetrating the Roman frontier around Mainz but were soon driven back by Emperor Probus. Despite the temporary setback, the moves against the ever-weakening Roman masters resulted in Emperor Julian buying peace in 358 by handing over Toxandria to the Salians who then became Roman allies and provided troops for the imperial army. This entente would shape both the Salian language and law, resulting in the 6th century Salic law written in Latin. The Ripuarians took up residence in a strip of territory between the Rhine River and the Meuse and, like all the wandering tribes, never formed any permanent alliances with the Salians in Toxandria.
In the ensuing years, the Toxandrians did not continue to collectively wander from one place to another as other Germanic tribes, but instead began to expand their territory outwards. The Romans were soon again under attack with the emergence of the first strong leader Meroveus, after whom the Merovingian dynasty would be named. Notably, his son, Childeric I made further agreements that expanded their territory while aiding the Romans in driving out several invaders from around Orléans and Angers. In the ensuing years, Childeric’s son Clovis I emerged as the dominant force who would, through his military might, add parts of present day Germany to his kingdom and shape what was to become modern day France.
The Salian Franks or Salii were a subgroup of the early Franks who originally had been living north of the limes in the area above the Rhine. The Merovingian kings responsible for the conquest of Gaul were Salians. From the 3rd century on, the Salian Franks appear in the historical records as warlike Germanic people and pirates, and as Laeti (allies of the Romans). They were the first Germanic tribe from beyond the limes who settled permanently on Roman land. In 358, they came to some form of agreement with the Romans that allowed them to settle in Toxandria (roughly the area of the current Dutch and Belgian provinces of Noord-Brabant, Antwerpen and Vlaams-Brabant).
The Salians fully adopted the Frankish identity and gradually ceased to appear by their original name from the 7th century onward, when they evolved into the Franks par excellence.[1] The Lex Ripuaria originated about 630 around Cologne and has been described as a later development of the Frankish laws known from Lex Salica.
Father: Genebaud II b: Abt 350 in France
Mother: Miss GENEBAUD b: Abt 358 in France
Marriage 1 Pharamond Of The West Franks b: 370 in Westphalia, Germany
Married: 394
Change Date: 29 Jan 2011
Children
1. Clodion Of Tournai (Clodius Crintus) (Lord Of The West Franks – 430-446) b: 395 in Westphalia, Germany
2. Adalbertus Of The Salian Franks (Duke Of France) b: 396 in Westphalia, Germany
3. Albero (Adelbertus) b: Abt 394
4. Frotmund Of The Salian Franks b: 397
5. Siegse (Argotta) (Princess (“Basina”) Of The Thuringians) THURINGIANS b: 398 in Thuringia, Germany
6. Belizde (Bellicies) (Princess (“Basina”) Of The Thuringians)
7. Fredemundus Of The Salian Franks DESPOSYNI b: 394 in Swaben, Bavaria
Icelandic Tale of Jon and Rosamunda
Posted on June 12, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
I have come by a rare book of Icelandic Tales. Two of these stories are about Jon and Rosamunda. This books shows me the Riddles of the Runes and how to invoke enchanting spells that are linked to the early church. You can see just a part of these magic spells washed up on the shore at the feet of the woman who will go unnamed. She sits on a rock by the sea. She knows the story of how Jon and Rosamond died on the seashore. They were reborn so this tale would never be lost. J.R. Tolkien was inspired by Icelandic Lore. We will live…..forever more!
Add to this the story of Jon and Rosamond in the Oera Linda Books, then, Tolkien’s dream of an Atlantian People, has come true. We will always – be! We are the Keepers of the Book. All good tales must come through us from here on. We will be bigger than Amazon. I own the Lost Code, and I can see the future in dreams and day dreams, as I have told you. I am Dream Jon.
Yes, that is Queen Rosamunda holding a scroll of my chivalric tale. She is my muse. This is why I need a winged muse to help me see. Now do you believe me! Her dress is blue.
I found Dream Jon after my last post. Amazing!
Jon Presco a.k.a. ‘Dream Jon’
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Drauma-Jóns saga
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Drauma-Jóns saga (the story of Dream-Jón) is one of the medieval Icelandic chivalric sagas, written in Old Norse around the early fourteenth century.[1] It is a comparatively short work compared to others of the genre, and is really more an exemplum than a saga, similar in this respect to the chivalric saga Clarus saga and the ævintýri (‘exempla’) associated with Jón Halldórsson.[2] The work has been attributed to the monk Bergr Sokkason, abbot of Munkaþverá; at any rate it seems characteristic of the work of the North Icelandic Benedictine School.[3] It was a very popular story, to judge by the number of surviving manuscripts discovered: five on parchment and 45 on paper, with one prominent manuscript being AM 510 4to.[4] The tale may have Oriental origins.[5]
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Synopsis[edit]
Kalinke and Mitchell summarise the saga thus:
The saga relates the fortunes of Jón, a young farmer, who has the gift not only of interpreting dreams, but of divining the dreams of others before they are told. Earl Heinrekr of Saxland, who also interprets dreams, envies Jon’s superior ability. By eating Jón’s heart, the earl hopes to acquire Jón’s gift, so he commands his wife Ingibjǫrg to murder Jón in his sleep, cut out his heart, and prepare it as food for a meal. Ingibjǫrg spares Jón, however, and substitutes the heart of a dog. A waxen image of Jón is buried in his stead. The earl’s treachery comes to light when his brother-in-law, the emperor of Saxland, arrives seeking interpretation of an unusual dream. He learns the truth about Jón from Ingibjǫrg. Subsequently, the earl is banished, while Jón receives the earldom and weds Ingibjǫrg.[6]
Manuscripts[edit]
The three earliest manuscripts of the saga, all dating from c. 1400, are AM 335 4°, AM 567 4°, and AM 657 4°. All appear to derive independently from an earlier version of the saga, as do many of the later manuscripts. A complete stemma has not been formulated.[7] Kalinke and Mitchell identified the following manuscripts of the saga:[8]
The famed author of The Lord of the Ringstrilogy and other subsequent novels about the same fantasy world, J. R. R. Tolkien, was very much inspired by Iceland. Aspects of the landscape, the language, folk tales, and Norse mythology were influential in shaping the legendary fantasy world of Middle Earth. Tolkien had an Icelandic nanny from the West Fjords who lived with the author and his family in the early 1930s in Oxford, England. It was through the nanny that the author became further acquainted with Icelandic folk tales and mythology and was able to practice Icelandic. The author began writing The Hobbitduring this time.
The famed author of The Lord of the Rings trilogy and other subsequent novels about the same fantasy world, J. R. R. Tolkien, was very much inspired by Iceland. Aspects of the landscape, the language, folk tales, and Norse mythology were influential in shaping the legendary fantasy world of Middle Earth. Tolkien had an Icelandic nanny from the West Fjords who lived with the author and his family in the early 1930s in Oxford, England. It was through the nanny that the author became further acquainted with Icelandic folk tales and mythology and was able to practice Icelandic. The author began writing The Hobbit during this time.
We now come to the History of Jon.
Jon, Jôn, Jhon, Jan, are all the same name, though the pronunciation varies, as the seamen like to shorten everything to be able to make it easier to call. Jon—that is, “Given”—was a sea-king, born at Alberga, who sailed
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from the Flymeer with a fleet of 127 ships fitted out for a long voyage, and laden with amber, tin, copper, cloth, linen, felt, otter-skins, beaver and rabbit skins. He would also have taken paper from here, but when he saw how Kalta * had destroyed the citadel he became so angry that he went off with all his people to Flyburgt, and out of revenge set fire to it. His admiral and some of his people saved the lamp and the maidens, but they could not catch Sijrhed (or Kalta). She climbed up on the furthest battlement, and they thought she must be killed in the flames; but what happened? While all her people stood transfixed with horror, she appeared upon her steed more beautiful than ever, calling to them, “To Kalta!” Then the other Schelda people poured out towards her. When the seamen saw that, they shouted, “We are for Min-erva!” from which arose a war in which thousands were killed.
At this time Rosamond the mother, who had done all in her power by gentle means to preserve peace, when she saw how bad it was, made short work of it. Immediately she sent messengers throughout all the districts to call a general levy, which brought together all the defenders of the country. The landsmen who were fighting were all caught, but Jon with his seamen took refuge on board his fleet, taking with him the two lamps, as well as Minerva and the maidens of both the citadels. Helprik, the chief, summoned him to appear; but while all the soldiers were on the other side of the Scheldt, Jon sailed back to the Flymeer, and then straight to our islands. His fighting men and many of our people took women and children on board, and when Jon saw that he and his people would be punished for their misdeeds, he secretly took his departure. He did well, for all our islanders, and the other Scheldt people who had been fighting were
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transported to Britain. This step was a mistake, for now came the beginning of the end.
Frya, ?-2194 BC (eponymous ancestress of the Frisians, who supposedly inhabited all of Northern and Western Europe)
Fasta, 2194-after 2145 BC (appointed by Frya when the latter ascended to the stars during a terrible flood)
Medea
Thiania
Hellenia
(unknown)
Minna, fl. 2013 BC (faced an invasion of Finns from the east, who settled in the Frisian lands in Scandinavia)
(unknown)
Rosamond, 1631-? BC (the Frisians in Western Europe revolted and became the Celts)
Finn Folcwalding, (semi-legendary)
Audulf, 600
Adgillus I (Aldegisel I), ?-680
Radbod I (Redbad I), 680-719
Poppo, 719-734
Adgillus II (Aldegisel II)
Gundebold
Radbod II (Redbad II)
FROM GODDESS TO KING
A History of Ancient Europe from the
OERA LINDA BOOK
By Anthony Radford
CHAPTER 7
KALTA AND THE ORIGINS OF THE CELTS
Thischapter is the story of Rosamond, Kalta and the early years of Minerva however standard history has very little to say about these historical personages. Their influence on the course of Europe and the Mediterranean was enormous, affecting everything that has followed for thousands of years. Of Rosamond nothing is known except for a namesake, Fair Rosamond, the mistress of King Henry II who has been endowed with many legends and dubious stories beyond her station. Kalta is not remembered but the Celts who were named after her have various “historical” descriptions. The Celtic language is divided into the Gaulish or continental version, that was largely supplanted and Latinized by the Roman occupation, and the various branches that are still spoken in parts of the British Isles; Irish, Gaelic, Welsh, Cornish and Breton. The Celtic religion was presided over by the Druids and reflects an ancient Indian culture, strengthening the belief in the Indo-European connection. Their origins have been variously placed somewhere in the east, through ancient German invasions as though a politically important people who rose to common language and power against the Romans, who are our only historical source, have to have a migratory, tribal beginning rather than an indigenous one.
One could then question that indigenous land in the east, but the truth is as in most cases, a blend of the various theories. The theories are not wrong but neither can they be applied to all peoples. The examiners of the archaeological evidence assume that ancient peoples did not know of, or trade with each other, shared little development and were more tribal than regional. There are many descriptions of these various peoples toward the end of the Book but now comes very early information about some beginnings lost in time.
In this account we have the second correlation between the way Fryas people recorded dates and the Christian chronology. Given an accurate rather than an approximate date, the sinking of Atland would then be set as 2163 BC (1600 + 563 = 2163). This transcribing was obviously done in Christian times. To be able to date the foundation of Greek independence from their overlords in either Asia Minor or Crete to 1600 BC is momentous. It is a time before Homer and Minos of the latter Greek myths. There were no Greeks at this time but what we now know of as Greece, was inhabited by “cliffhangers” (Hellingers) and agriculturists. It was a time before the geological disturbances in the Mediterranean that permitted Aegean independence from Crete and the destruction of Thera, another maritime trading city. When a major geological event occurred in mans early-civilized history, it was not recorded like even a minor military campaign because the destruction removed the potentates who built the monuments. Mythology has many references to catastrophes but proud monuments have few.
When the old Earth Mother died she named Rosamond as her successor but she also named Minerva, a well liked priestess of Walhallagara on the Rhine, as next in line and Sijred, the Burgtmaid of Flyburgt as next or third choice. Minerva was also called Nyhellenia, a first name of respect that has become Helen, a Greek name. We shall see how Hellas, the Greek name for Greece, and Minerva, the Roman name for Pallas Athena, the goddess of wisdom, handicrafts and arts, later war, are from the same Rhine maiden. There is an account of the seamen naming the Greeks, Hellingers because they clung to the cliffs like goats and there is also the Germanic derivation of the word “Greek” as being related to the same root as our word “agriculture.”
The other maiden Sijred was given the name Kalta by the seamen because of her devious ways. Land dwellers took it as a title and eventually she gave us the Celtic name and heritage. She wanted to be Earth Mother and was such a poor looser that by her treachery, Gaul and Britain were lost to the Mother. She was driven out of the Rhine but founded a new citadel in Britain and even managed to win Cadiz in Spain to her influence with the help of the Golen.
When the principles of Frya were being violated Rosamond had both the compassion of a true earth mother and the strength to act decisively. She would not tolerate a popular sea-king taking independent action even if he thought it was justified at the time. Apparently the sea-king Jon had a hotter blood and was too quick too act for the fair Rosamond and the consequences were enormous; the Celts, the Ionians and much of history was seeded at this time including the eventual fall of the unifying force of the Earth Mother.
Commerce is again stressed as important enough to cause wars, this time the agricultural production of flax and the subsequent manufacture of paper or writing linen. This was the primary foreign trade item of the Scheldt region but ships were required to carry it and bring back the products of distant countries. In the Rhine mouth region a way had been found to process pumpkin leaves into paper that apparently satisfied the shipping needs at that time. Conflict resulted with far reaching consequences that has now turned up side down our present representation of the history of this region. We are discovering remnants of a primitive Celtic civilization in Western Europe little realizing that they were the renegade offshoots of a longer established mature civilization.
Now We Will Write About the War Between the Burgtmaid Kalta and Minerva And how we thereby lost all our southern lands and Britain to the Gauls:
Near the southern mouth of the Rhine and the Scheldt there are seven islands, named after Fryas seven virgins of the week. In the middle of one island is the city of Walhallagara and on the walls of this city the following history is inscribed. Above it are the words, “Read, learn, and watch.”
Five hundred and sixty-three years after the submersion of Atland – that is, 1,600 years before Christ – a wise town priestess presided here, whose name was Minerva – called by the sailors Nyhellenia. This name was well chosen, for her counsels were new and clear above all others.
On the other side of the Scheldt, at Flyburgt, Sijred presided. This maiden was full of tricks. Her face was beautiful, and her tongue was nimble; but the advice that she gave was always conveyed in mysterious terms. Therefore the mariners called her Kalta, and the landsmen thought it was a title. In the last will of the dead Mother, Rosamond was named first, Minerva second, and Sijred third in succession. Minerva did not mind that, but Sijred was very much offended. Like a foreign princess, she wished to be honored, feared, and worshipped; but Minerva only desired to be loved. At last all the sailors, even from Denmark and Flymeer, did homage to her.
This hurt Sijred, because she wanted to excel Minerva. In order to give an impression of her great watchfulness, she had a cock put on her banner. So then Minerva went and put a sheep dog and an owl on her banner. “The dog,” she said, “guards his master and his flock, and the owl watches that the mice shall not devastate the fields; but the cock in his lewdness and his pride is only fit to murder his nearest relations.”
When Kalta found that her scheme had failed she was still more vexed, so she secretly sent for the Magyars to teach her conjuring. When she had had enough of this she threw herself into the hands of the Gauls; but all her bad practices did not improve her position.
When she saw that the sailors kept more and more aloof from her, she tried to win them back by fear. At the full moon, when the sea was stormy, she ran over the wild waves, calling to the sailors that they would all be lost if they did not worship her. Then she blinded their eyes, so that they mistook land for water and water for land, and in this way many a good ship was totally lost. At the first war-feast, when all her countrymen were armed, she brought casks of beer, which she had drugged. When they were all drunk, she mounted her war-horse, leaning her head upon her spear. Sunrise could not be more beautiful. When she saw that the eyes of all were fixed upon her, she opened her lips and said:
“Sons and daughters of Frya, you know that in these last times we have suffered much loss and misery because the sailors no longer come to buy our paper, but you do not know what the reason of it is. I have long kept silence about it, but can do so no longer. Listen, then, my friends, that you may know on which side to show your teeth. On the other side of the Scheldt, where from time to time there come ships from all parts, they make now paper from pumpkin leaves, by which they save flax and outdo us. Now, as the making of paper was always our principal industry, the Mother willed that people should learn it from us; but Minerva has bewitched all the people – yes, bewitched, my friends – as well as all our cattle that died lately. I must come out with it. If I were not Burgtmaid, I should know what to do. I should burn the witch in her nest.”
As soon as she had uttered these words she sped away to her citadel; but the drunken people were so excited that they did not stop to weigh what they had heard. In mad haste they hurried over the Sandval, and as night came on they burst into the citadel. However, Kalta again missed her aim; for Minerva, her maidens, and her lamp were all saved by the alertness of the seamen.
Here included in the Book is an anecdote the ancient writer felt like including. It is a measure of the character of these people.
War had come to an end, but famine came in its place. There were three men who each stole a sack of corn from different owners, but they were all caught. The first owner brought his thief to the judge, and the maidens said everywhere that he done right. The second owner took the corn away from his thief and let him go in peace. The maidens said he has done well. The third owner went to the house of the thief, and when he saw what misery was there, he went and brought a wagon load of necessaries to relieve their distress. Fryas maidens came around him and wrote his deed in the eternal book, and wiped out all his sins. This was reported to the Earth Mother, and she had it made known over the whole country.
Welsh history-mythology records the invasion of the southern plains of Britain by the iron age Belgi whose god Odin had emancipated himself from the White Goddess Freya for a more warlike patronage of kings and priests with the old priesthood being driven north; an alternative version of these ancient histories.
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