Wild Woman on the font, facing the main (south) doorway of St Catherine’s church, Ludham, Norfolk, 25 November 2024
There is one news story you will only read here:
Apparently, King Charles met with a female Wild Woman who said she descends from the anceint Webb family, who were weavers. Her linage came to America with the Puritans, and she is kin to Shakepear.
This morning when I awoke, I realized I had created a great character in English Literature. Then I found the story of Wigalois, a German Arthurian Tale.
I then looked for the New York Times story about Drones, how America and Euope have fallen behind in the use of drones in Warfare. Is this why there is a pause in The War, my nation running out of missles, and, perhaps the Ukraine is helping?
Miriam Starfish Christling is a Woodwose! I had a vision of her as a Drone Ace. Here is a video of using drones in school shootings. Many Excalibus can be unsheathed, and used to lay low the Killers of Children.
Wigalois is a courtly romance of the Arthurian cycle set down in Middle High German verse by Wirnt von Grafenberg. The title character Wigalois becomes a knight of the Round Table, but he remains not knowing he is the son of Sir Gawain (here Gawein[a]) whom he meets, having spent an upbringing entirely in the care of his mother’s royal family, in the otherworldly kingdom, which became undiscoverable to Gawain once he left. The work, written between 1204 and 1220, enjoyed enormous popularity in the Middle Ages, and was printed in Volksbuch (chapbook) format into the early modern period.
The Fight in the Forest, drawing by Hans Burgkmair, possibly of a scene from the Middle High German poem Sigenot, about Dietrich von BernThe fearsome Rûel (considered a wild woman) carrying off Medieval literature The Fight in the Forest, drawing by Hans Burgkmair, possibly of a scene from the Middle High German poem Sigenot, about Dietrich von Bern The fearsome Rûel (considered a wild woman) carrying off Wigalois Verbal descriptions of the wild folk in medieval literature will be mainly discussed here. Visual depictions during the medieval period will be discussed under § Iconography. German epic That the German epic Sigenot (cf. image right) featuring both the giant named Sigenot and the wild man[24] was certainly known in the 13th century, as the minnesingerHeinrich Frauenlob sings “Wa kam mit Parcivale /ris’ Sigenot unt der wilde man? (Where came the giant Sigenot and the Wild Man, with Parzival?)”,[23] but the actual so-called elder Sigenot (13th century) is lost except in a fragmentary state, so the attestations come from the Younger Sigenot[112] (15th century mss. and printed editions) as “wilde man, wild man.[113] The female character Rauhe Else [de] (“Shaggy Else”) in Wolfdietrich is also considered a wild woman example. She is a hairy woman crawling on all fours trying to get Wolfdietrich to marry her, but when he does not comply, casts a spell that turns him into a madman roaming the woods. God commands her to reverse the spell, and Wolfdietrich is now willing to marry her (“so long as the wild woman gets baptized“[114]). Fortunately for Wolfdietrich, when she dips into a spring she sheds her furry skin and transforms into a beautiful maiden, now calling herself Sigeminne.[115][116][117][118][ag] She (Rauch Elss, christened Sygemin) is also mentioned as being the first wife of Wolfdietrich in the Anhang zum Heldenbuch.[121][120] In the ArthurianWigamur there is the wildez wîp (wild woman) who dwells in a hole in a rock.[27] In another Arthurian epic Wigalois, the dwarf named Karriôz is explicitly stated to have a wildez wîp as his mother.[56] In Wigalois there also appears a monstrous female of the woods named Rûel (cf. image right) as an adversary to the title hero, and though she is also described as a “wild woman” by modern commentators, she is not to be confused with Karriôz’s mother.[122]
Verbal descriptions of the wild folk in medieval literature will be mainly discussed here. Visual depictions during the medieval period will be discussed under § Iconography.
German epic
That the German epic Sigenot (cf. image right) featuring both the giant named Sigenot and the wild man[24] was certainly known in the 13th century, as the minnesingerHeinrich Frauenlob sings “Wa kam mit Parcivale /ris’ Sigenot unt der wilde man? (Where came the giant Sigenot and the Wild Man, with Parzival?)”,[23] but the actual so-called elder Sigenot (13th century) is lost except in a fragmentary state, so the attestations come from the Younger Sigenot[112] (15th century mss. and printed editions) as “wilde man, wild man.[113]
The female character Rauhe Else [de] (“Shaggy Else”) in Wolfdietrich is also considered a wild woman example. She is a hairy woman crawling on all fours trying to get Wolfdietrich to marry her, but when he does not comply, casts a spell that turns him into a madman roaming the woods. God commands her to reverse the spell, and Wolfdietrich is now willing to marry her (“so long as the wild woman gets baptized“[114]). Fortunately for Wolfdietrich, when she dips into a spring she sheds her furry skin and transforms into a beautiful maiden, now calling herself Sigeminne.[115][116][117][118][ag] She (Rauch Elss, christened Sygemin) is also mentioned as being the first wife of Wolfdietrich in the Anhang zum Heldenbuch.[121][120]
In the ArthurianWigamur there is the wildez wîp (wild woman) who dwells in a hole in a rock.[27] In another Arthurian epic Wigalois, the dwarf named Karriôz is explicitly stated to have a wildez wîp as his mother.[56] In Wigalois there also appears a monstrous female of the woods named Rûel (cf. image right) as an adversary to the title hero, and though she is also described as a “wild woman” by modern commentators, she is not to be confused with Karriôz’s mother.[122]
THE WILD-WOMEN
Ein Mägdlein kam tin Abendglanz, Wie ich’s noch me gefunden. SCHRIEBER.
A maiden came in Evening’s glow, Such as I ne’er have met.
THE Wilde Frauen or Wild-women of Germany bear a very strong resemblance to the Elle-maids of Scandinavia. Like them they are beautiful, have fine flowing hair, live within hills, and only appear singly or in the society of each other. They partake of the piety of character we find among the German Dwarfs.
The celebrated Wunderberg, or Underberg, on the great moor near Salzburg, is the chief haunt of the Wild-women. The Wunderberg is said to be quite hollow, and supplied with stately palaces, churches, monasteries, gardens, and springs of gold and silver. Its inhabitants, beside the Wild-women, are little men, who have charge of the treasures it contains, and who at midnight repair to Salzburg to perform their devotions in the cathedral; giants, who used to come to the church of Grödich and exhort the people to lead a godly and pious life; and the great emperor Charles V., with golden crown and sceptre, attended by knights and lords. His grey beard has twice encompassed the table at which he sits, and when it has the third time grown round it, the end of the world and the appearance of the Antichrist will take place. [a]
The following is the only account we have of the Wild-women.
The inhabitants of the village of Grödich and the peasantry of the neighbourhood assert that frequently, about the year 1753, the Wild-women used to come out of the Wunderberg to the boys and girls that were keeping the cattle near the hole within Glanegg, and give them bread to eat.
The Wild-women used frequently to come to where the people were reaping. They came down early in the morning, and in the evening, when the people left off work, they went back into the Wunderberg without partaking of the supper.
It happened once near this hill, that a little boy was sitting on a horse which his father had tethered on the headland of the field. Then came the Wild-women out of the hill and wanted to take away the boy by force. But the father, who was well acquainted with the secrets of this hill, and what used to occur there, without any dread hasted up to the women and took the boy from them, with these words’: “What makes you presume to come so often out of the hill, and now to take away my child with you? What do you want to do with him?” The Wild-women answered:
“He will be better with us, and have better care taken of him than at home. We shall be very fond of the boy, and he will meet with no injury.” But the father would not let the boy out of his hands, and the Wild-women went away weeping bitterly.
One time the Wild-women came out of the Wunderberg, near the place called the Kugelmill, which is prettily situated on the side of this hill, and took away a boy who was keeping cattle. This boy, whom every one knew, was seen about a year after by some wood-cutters, in a green dress, and sitting on a block of this hill. Next day they took his parents with them, intending to search the hill for him, but they all went about it to no purpose, for the boy never appeared any more.
It frequently has happened that a Wild-woman out of the Wunderberg has gone toward the village of Anif, which is better than a mile from the hill. She used to make holes and beds for herself in the ground. She had uncommonly long and beautiful hair, which reached nearly to the soles of her feet. A peasant belonging to the village often saw this woman going and coming, and he fell deeply in love with he; especially on account of her beautiful hair. He could not refrain from going up to he; and he gazed on her with delight; and at last, in his simplicity, he laid himself without any repugnance, down by her side. The second night the Wild-woman asked him if he had not a wife already? The peasant however denied his wife, and said he had not.
His wife meanwhile was greatly puzzled to think where it was that her husband went every evening, and slept every night. She therefore watched him and found him in the field sleeping near the Wild-woman:–” Oh, God preserve thy beautiful hair!” said she to the Wild-woman; “what are you doing there?” [b] With these words the peasant’s wife retired and left them, and her husband was greatly frightened at it. But the Wild-woman upbraided him with his false denial, and said to him, “Had your wife manifested hatred and spite against me, you would now be unfortunate, and would never leave this place; but since your wife was not malicious, love her from henceforth, and dwell with her faithfully, and never venture more to come here, for it is written, ‘Let every one live faithfully with his wedded wife;’ though the force of this commandment will greatly decrease, and with it all the temporal prosperity of married people. Take this shoefull of money from me: go home, and look no more about you.”
As the fair maiden who originally possessed the famed Oldenburg Horn was probably a Wild-woman, we will place the story of it here.
Wild man appears in Two scenes from Der_Busant (1480-149
A Rose Amongst The WoodWose
by
John Rosamond Presco
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
I began my novel ‘A Rose Amongst The Woodwoses’ on April 1, 2019. In 197, I was told the name ROSAMOND (Rosamun) appears in one of Mark Twain’s books. Huckleberry Finn was his guess. Yesterday the topic came up, and we hung up our phones to launch an investigation. In an hour I hit paydirt. Eureka!
I wrote a couple of chapters of RAW, and put this project aside. Today my endeavor is fully a part of the Twain-Shakespeare literary mix, that came together in a fictional voyage down the Mississippi Rover on a raft? How can this be. What forces of Literature are at work here. For sure I have been dealt some incredible playing cards. What is a Woodwose? There are Woodwoses in Tolkien writing and I found one in a video game that my ;ate niece, Drew Taylor Rosamond Benton, rendered with computer art. The amazing revelation she adopted Rosamond as a middle name, and how it was misspelled and edited by me, has make me wonder aloud…
“Are the Nine Muses – for real? Is their a One God of Human Literature? Consider the author of the Torah that dictated to Moses, and is revealed to him in the cleft of a rock/ We can read the words of the one God, that becomes his own son, and now we can not get in touch with him unless we eat special bread and drink his blood from a special cup?
Twain was also also searching for King Arthur, and in his novel ‘A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur’s Court’ we have a Gamer’s Ideal, where fifty cadets in Merlin’s cave – mow down 30000 men! Is this a glimpse into the future? Or a glimpse into the soul of the forever Immature Wild Man, who finds violence – The Solution? How many did Drew kill on EverQuest? Did she die their – first? I have picked up the gauntlet. I just registered for a literary and historic place, using this name..
JOHN ROSAMOND PRESCO
My middle name was GREGORY. Rosemary Wild Woman told me I was name dafter Pope Gregory. She was raised Catholic. Father John was her kinfolk. Thus named, my mother put all her sins, and her sins to e, upon my head, and cast me My job was to….RELIGIOUSLY FAIL My secular older brother’s job was to….SUCCEED! And so ROSEMARY ROSAMOMD left her calling behind, and sinned like no woman and mother! She went
HOG WILD in the Land of Savages! Did Matk Twain have a mother?
Then, here come Royal Rosamond and his poems and books. He was a member of the Matk Twain Society, and emulated Twain. Hus name is found on Tolkien’s books, thus Tolkien and Twain and joined in a unforeseen Trilogy! Twain was a frequent guest and Jessie Benton Fremont’s salon in SF.
“My, you ought to seen old Henry the Eight when he was in bloom. He was a blossom. He used to marry a new wife every day, and chop off her head next morning. And he would do it just as indifferent as if he was ordering up eggs. ‘Fetch up Nell Gwynn,’ he says. They fetch her up. Next morning, ‘Chop off her head!’ And they chop it off. ‘Fetch up Jane Shore,’ he says; and up she comes, Next morning, ‘Chop off her head’—and they chop it off. ‘Ring up Fair Rosamun.’ Fair Rosamun answers the bell. Next morning, ‘Chop off her head.’ And he made every one of them tell him a tale every night; and he kept that up till he had hogged a thousand and one tales that way, and then he put them all in a book, and called it Domesday Book—which was a good name and stated the case. You don’t know kings, Jim, but I know them; and this old rip of ourn is one of the cleanest I’ve struck in history. Well, Henry he takes a notion he wants to get up some trouble with this country. How does he go at it—give notice?—give the country a show? No. All of a sudden he heaves all the tea in Boston Harbor overboard, and whacks out a declaration of independence, and dares them to come on. That was his style—he never give anybody a chance. He had suspicions of his father, the Duke of Wellington. Well, what did he do? Ask him to show up? No—drownded him in a butt of mamsey, like a cat. S’pose people left money laying around where he was—what did he do? He collared it. S’pose he contracted to do a thing, and you paid him, and didn’t set down there and see that he done it—what did he do? He always done the other thing. S’pose he opened his mouth—what then? If he didn’t shut it up powerful quick he’d lose a lie every time. That’s the kind of a bug Henry was; and if we’d a had him along ‘stead of our kings he’d a fooled that town a heap worse than ourn done. I don’t say that ourn is lambs, because they ain’t, when you come right down to the cold facts; but they ain’t nothing to that old ram, anyway. All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to make allowances. Take them all around, they’re a mighty ornery lot. It’s the way they’re raised.” ― Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
Twain wrote the book as a burlesque of Romantic notions of chivalry after being inspired by a dream in which he was a knight himself, severely inconvenienced by the weight and cumbersome nature of his armor. It is a satire of feudalism and monarchy that also celebrates homespun ingenuity and democratic values while questioning the for-profit ideals of capitalism and outcomes of the Industrial Revolution. Twain strongly praises the French Revolution, defending the Reign of Terror as a minor problem compared to the monarchy.[2] It is among several works by Twain and his contemporaries that mark the transition from the Gilded Age to the Progressive Era of socioeconomic discourse. It is often cited as a formative example of the fledgling time travel genre.
The Church then places the land under interdict, causing the people to revolt against Hank. Hank sees that something is wrong and returns to Britain. Clarence informs him of the war. As time goes on, Clarence gathers 52 teenage cadets, who are to fight against all of Britain. Hank’s band fortifies itself in Merlin’s Cave with a minefield, electric wire, and Gatling guns. The Church sends an army of 30,000 knights to attack them, but they are slaughtered by the cadets.
John Wilson stood on the deck of the Eagle (later renamed the Arbelle) surveying the new Colony the Puritans had made in the American Wilderness. This Man of God could not help but entertain the family legend that he descended from Leif Erikson, for sure his father, Thararldson, who remained a pagan even though his wife converted to Christianity. It is alleged said wife withheld sex from him, until he too converted, so he would surely have sought out other women of Woden, who would lay with him, and begat children.The name Wilson comes from Wolf’s Son. It is alleged that King Henry of Normandy made a Wolfson a Knight Templar. A line of Wilsons became lawyers at the Temple where they dwelt. It is said a Wilson took part in The Memorable Masque of the Middle Temple and Lincoln’s Inn at Whitehall Palace that encouraged other members of the Templar Bar to invest in the Virginia Company. Sir Richard Martin wrote this masque. A hundred investors settled near Jamestown, that is known as Martin’s Hundreds. The Webb family were investors, as was Bacon and Shakespear.
This Colony was founded by pseudo Knight Templars, actors, poets playwrights, and secret investors in the Rose Theatre. Marlowe taught John poetry when he was a boy. It is for this reason William Wilson’s pagan past was disappeared by friend and foe alike as William ascended to the highest positions of the Church of England. Even his brass in Saint George’s Cathedral was disappeared because his epitaph was too revealing. It celebrated the marriage of Margaret of Denmark to the King of Scotland.
Sir John Thomas Wilson lived at Ravenscraig castle that was built just for Margaret. Wilson was allegedly the last of the real Knight’s Templar, and revealed to the Queen a secret Bible. There was a dispute who owned Orkney and other isles, that resorted in a trade. William Sinclair took possession of Ravenscraig, and vacated Orkney, ending a long feud. It was at Ravenscraig that John met Lady Ada Antoinette Erasmus, a Lady in Waiting. They soon married, and Wilson was now in a illustrious family tree that had its roots in Bohemia. William Rosenberg was a sponsor of John Dee.
Sir John Robert Wilson II, Earl of Cuper, Burgess of Edinborough1425–1492 Lady Ada Antoinette Erasmus
When Frederick William, completely inexperienced in politics, succeeded his father as elector in December 1640, he took over a ravaged land occupied by foreign troops. Under his father’s powerful favourite, Graf Adam von Schwarzenberg, Brandenburg had changed sides from the Swedes to the Habsburgs and had thus been drawn into the struggle on both sides.
Lady Mary Wilson Webb, inherited the job of keeping the fire lit below deck. All those who had gone before her, had failed. The fire tendered in a square iron tray, held together with rivets, then filled with sand, had become the altar of the Pilgrims. It, and the black pot hung on a trident, was watched most of the day by the lost souls packed under the creaking and leaking timbers. Moving about was almost impossible. Everyone was frozen in their place. But for the brave excursions above, met by some tempest, and cold sea spray, the wayfarers relieved themselves in a vile oaken bucket that was too close for comfort. Bible’s were taken out from under pillows when a lady went to tithe the Oaken Monster as they called it. Reading verses aloud, was the polite thing to do.
Tiring of the gory and bloody Biblical tales, that increased the Cargo Dread, the men brought out their bawdy jokes that they had memorized and gathered since their school days. The women pretended they ne’er heard a one. But, that guarded secret was soon out. And, a new kind of boredom set in. It was dreadful. Ones farting was amplified in the silence. The women ran out of perfume. Everyone got to know what a women really smelled like, including the women! Everyone was grateful for the occasional flying fish that was thrown in the pot, to cook all day, like temple incense.
The men ran out of jokes. Nothing was ever going to be funny again. The art of Mary keeping the fire alive was the highlight of their existence. You could hear the beards growing. In the glow of the red coals, the women felt like roses among the Woodwoses.
Two weeks at sea and another three weeks to go. Something had to be done.
“I brought my father’s book on rhetoric with me. Does anyone know it? My kindred William Shakespeare read it and was quite impressed. I saw him perform at the Rose theatre, on several occasions. He and my father were friends. They used to go the Bearbait Theatre and sit among the Protestant Spies. There were lawyers of the Temple present. Thomas called them the Roman Senators. There were horrific scenes of animal torture going on in the round arena. It was like the Roman Coliseum. I know enough about rhetoric where I can teach you. It will make the time fly.”
“For God’s sake, Mary. Why have you withheld this book from us!”
“My father was taken prisoner by the Inquisition, put in prison, and tortured. His books were ruled heretical, I don’t want to instigate spurious opinions about me and my father, for, I have nowhere to go to get away from you if you start in on that!”
“In Jesus’ name, relieve of us of our excruciating tedium! We are dying here Mary! Don’t be cruel!”
“My tutor taught my brother and I rhetoric from your father’s book. We can have a rhetorical argument about having Mary produce it for our salvation from our mind-numbing malaise!”
“Good idea! But, it is fair we all receive a sample. Is it not?”
On March 31, 2019 I found Thomas Wilson’s book ‘The Art of Rhetorike’. There are several spellings. After reading forty, pages I believe my theory that Thomas Wilson had a hand in writing some of William Shakespeare’s’ plays, if not all, is sound.
On this day, I copyright my idea that I arrived at with my battle I am having with Meg Whitman, and the alleged owners of the California Barrel Company, over ownership of this company name that once made barrels. I spoke with an attorney. I am critical of Quibi. To discover Apple TV is being backed by Steven Spielberg, and a bevy of Hollywood talent, is ironic, for Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor and Richard Burton are in my Rosamond Family Tree, as is, Sir Thomas Wilson. I do not want Shakespeare to fall into either capitalist camps, because William made Acting more than an Art Form, as I will show in my novel. Then there is the question……..
Who owns America – and why?
I will give my reader a good example of how Rhetoric fits well with Shakespeare’s’ work. Peter G. Platt has written one of the finest essays I have read. I am envious.
Then, there is this illustration. It took my breath away. Do you know who he is, the man leading noble women with chains linked to the tip of his tongue. He is my hero.
What really got my interest is this line……….
“And God save the Queen’s majesty.”
Where were Britain’s great Rhetorical Men when the Brexit issue came up?
In his quest for the Green Chapel, Gawain travels through northern Wales and northwest England, specifically “the wyldrenesse of Wyrale” (701), the Wirral peninsula, near the modern-day city of Liverpool. In this wilderness, the poet tells us, Gawain has further adventures, fighting not just against the winter elements, but also against wild creatures, all of them alliterating on the letter “w”: “wormez” (dragons), “wolues” (wolves), and “wodwos that woned in the knarrez” (721)—“wodwos” who lived among the rocks.
But what exactly are “wodwos”? No one is certain, though etymology gives us clues. The word is apparently plural, and compound—the word “wos” might mean simply creatures or men, and “wod” probably means either “wood” (from the Old English “wudu”) or “mad, insane” (from the Old English “wod”). They are wild men, insane men, creatures of the woods. The word proliferated in the late 14th century, often to describe the hairy wild men that became popular in late-medieval artwork and heraldry. When translators at Oxford University produced the first edition of the Wycliffite Bible in the 1380s, they used the word “wodewosis” in passages like Isaiah 13:21 and Jeremiah 50:39, but revised it later to “heeri beestis” or “wielde men.”
C.S. Lewis makes a reference to “Wooses” in his remarkable description of Aslan’s execution in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, a scene filled with evil creatures:
But such people! Ogres with monstrous teeth, and wolves, and bull-headed men; spirits of evil trees and poisonous plants; and other creatures whom I won’t describe because if I did the grown-ups would probably not let you read this book—Cruels and Hags and Incubuses, Wraiths, Horrors, Efreets, Sprites, Orknies, Wooses, and Ettins. (165)
This is the type of passage Lewis lovers relish, but which causes Tolkien-loving purists (and Tolkien himself, when he read drafts of the novel as an Inkling) to grit their teeth. Lewis pulls in creatures from every corner of ancient and medieval Western mythology—Greek, Roman, Arabic, Celtic, Saxon. It’s a literary mash-up, an evil all-star team. Of course, Lewis knows full well what he is doing, and he has a reason for it—Aslan the universal figure of salvation is opposed by universal evil, however it manifests itself in stories throughout history and around the globe. But by including Wooses on the list, Lewis misses an opportunity that Tolkien exploits more fully—the chance to explore the complexity of these medieval English wild men as human beings, with a capacity for both good and evil. (To be fair, Lewis explores humanity’s complex nature in other areas of Narnia, just not here.)
In his translation of the Gawain poem, Tolkien calls the wodwos “wood-trolls that wandered in the crags.” This might lead us to think he has in mind one of the varieties of trolls he describes in The Hobbit or LOTR, such as the stone trolls, who live the woods and turn to stone in daylight, or the cave trolls who attack the Fellowship in the caverns of Moria. But in fact, Tolkien brings them into his epic in a much more direct way, through a group of characters in The Return of the King he calls “Woses,” or “Wild Men of the Woods” (813).
These Woses, also known as the Drúedain, are described by the horse lord Elfhelm as “living few and secretly, wild and wary as beasts.” Elfhelm and the other Rohirrim are clearly frightened of them, since “they use poisoned arrows, it is said, and they are woodcrafty beyond compare.” When they speak, it is with a “deep and guttural” voice, “in a halting fashion, and uncouth words were mingled with it” (814). When their leader Ghân-buri-Ghân enters the scene, he parleys with Éomer, debating whether his band of Woses can help the riders on their journey to Minas Tirith. Their conversation is testy—Ghân refuses to merely take orders, and he constantly asserts himself in crude speech against Éomer’s seeming condescension. “Let Ghân-buri-Ghân finish!” he shouts when Éomer cuts him off. When the horse lords offer him riches and friendship, he scoffs, “Dead men are not friends to living men,” then asks only that if the kingdom of Rohan survives the war with Sauron, “then leave Wild Men alone in the woods and do not hunt them like beasts any more” (815).
I am going to seek funding for my ‘Oregon Shakespeare Society’ that will produce the plays of Shakespeare, and plays that have Fair Rosmond as the subject. Rosmon is the subject of Pre-Raphaelite Artists – and many poets. There will be a Brother and Sisterhood.
I had originally made Clifford die of a broken Heart, under the S••ction of the Death of King Lear, as originally drawn by that great Master of human Nature. Shakespeare; but the general Opi|nion of the Public, and the Persuasions of my Friends, induced me to vary my Design in the Representation. The Queens Men | Rosamond Press
A Spanish Play on the Fair Rosamond Legend on JSTOR
Henry the Second: or, the fall of Rosamond: a tragedy; as it is performed at the Theatre-Royal, Covent-Garden. Written by Thomas Hull. (umich.edu)
Ah, Ladies! no such Queen at Otaheite; Love there has Roses—without Thorns to fright ye; Frolick our Days, and to compleat our Joy, A Coterie’s form’d—’tis call’d the Arreoy, Where Love is free and general as the Air, And ev’ry Beau gallants with ev’ry Fair; No Ceremonies bind, no Rule controuls But Love, the only Tyrant of our Souls!
Fair Rosamond : a lamentable ditty · Isaiah Thomas Broadside Ballads Project (americanantiquarian.org)
Henry the Second: or, the fall of Rosamond: a tragedy; as it is performed at the Theatre-Royal, Covent-Garden. Written by Thomas Hull. (umich.edu)
The name Rosamond will forever be associated with the search for the person who authored Shakespeare’s work. After taking a DNA test for Ancestry.com, it is proven one of my great grandmothers is Abigail Shakespeare Webb. One of my grandfathers is Lewis Clifford who is related to Joan Rosamond Clifford, who Samuel Daniel wrote a poem about and dedicated to Mary Sydney Countess of Pembroke who is kin to the Dudley family, who I suspect were instructed by Queen Elizabeth to create a English Literary Society to counter Charle’s Quint to make the world speak Spanish. Elizabeth was the first Protestant Queen. Charles was the King of the Roman Catholics.
This is entirely my theory. I suspect this was the idea of John Dee. Wilton House became the home of Bards and Muses who were Agents of the English Language for Her Royal Majesty. It is here that many of…
Rosamunda Bolger is growing…..faint! When I saw that Drew put Rosamond in her name, I knew a great quest had begun. The name….DREW TAYLOR ROSAMOND BENTON…. is Copyrighted.
Rosa Bolger-Baggins-Took is the person that connects THE THREE
FRODO MERRY PIPPEN
Was Tolkein aware of this concector? If so, what he aware of
ROSAMOND CLIFFORD – ROSAMUND – ROSAMONDE?
John Presco
“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.”
Yes. Rosa Baggins, first cousin of Fosco, Frodo‘s Baggins grandfather, married Hildigrim Took. Via this connection, Frodo is a third cousin, once removed of Merry and Pippin.
Where does Fatty Bolger fit into this picture?
We can only be certain of Fatty’s links to the other hobbits via the branches of the Took family tree published in The Lord of the Rings. There we see that Fatty, Merry and Pippin share a common great-great-grandfather in the OldTook?, so Fatty is a third cousin of Merry and Pippin. Fatty’s mother, Rosamunda Bolger (nee Took), is Frodo‘s second cousin, making Fatty Frodo‘s second cousin once removed. Fatty is Bilbo‘s first-cousin, twice removed.
The Baggins and Brandybuck family trees indicate other Bolger connections, so Fatty may be related to the others in additional respects. And let’s not forget the fact that Fatty later becomes Merry‘s brother-in-law.
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.”
In 1925 William Sam Rosamond did a relatively complete genealogy. His research indicated that we were descended from a Huguenot born in France sometime in the mid to late 1600s. He discovered that his earliest traceable ancestor was a “Sergeant” Rosamond who left France following the Revocation of the Edict of Nantes on 22nd October 1685. He found that Sergeant Rosamond supposedly travelled to Holland where he joined the army of William III, went to England, and from there went with William’s army to Ireland. He fought in the Battle of the Boyne on 1st July 1690 (by the old calendar – 12th July by the new calendar) and then remained in County Leitrim, Ireland. (There is still a family of Rosamonds in County Leitrim.) He had three sons, two of whom went to the American colonies and settled in the mid-Atlantic region. One of the sons’ names was either John or Thomas Rosamond. Current researchers have not been able to confirm this connection. It appears probable that the American branch of the family are descended from John “The Highwayman” Rosamond who arrived in Annapolis, Maryland in 1725. He was sentenced to be transported into 14 years servitude for robbery from the Oxford Assizes. This John could be the son of Sergeant William Rosamond, and the mix up in names likely stems from the fact that his father-in-law’s name was Thomas Wilson.
The New Tolkien Movie Trailer Offers a Sneak Peek at the IRL Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin
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Updated Thu, March 7, 2019 at 11:03 AM PST
We’ve known that a movie about Lord of the Rings author J.R.R. Tolkien’s life has been coming since 2017, but now there’s finally a full trailer for us to fan over and pick apart.
And while we’re certainly intrigued to learn more about the epic romance between him and his wife, Edith Bratt (played by Lily Collins), we truly cannot wait to get to know the real-life inspirations for the four smallest, and most important, members of the fellowship of the ring. Yes, Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin were all based on real people and we’ve finally gotten a glimpse at what they were like before Tolkien even sat down to write about their journey.https://www.youtube.com/embed/wZ1vn85iQRE
It is widely accepted that Tolkien’s inspiration for the four hobbit friends came from his tight-knit group of friends
I have wondered about Rena Christensen’s almond eyes. I suspected she had Persian blood. Today, while looking at the genealogy of Frodo, I am convinced Rena is a Halfdan kin to the Parthians who came to adore the infant Jesus who has been compared to Mithras who my Frodo is kin to. Did these Parthians come from Toxandria, in Holland – on ships? The Armenian royalty is found here who begat Pharamond and Frodo. Did the prophet Mani come to Holland? There is a Helena Flavi who may be kin to Emperor Constantine. Why this mix with the Kings of Sweden. My ex-wife is a descendant of Eric the Red. The Rosemondt family of Holland appear to be Counts of Toxandria.
On November I founded the New Nation of Fromond, or, Frodomond. I foresaw what a disaster Trump’s presidency was going to be. Today elections are being held in California in hope to wash the Trumpire down the drain. I plan to turn back the hands of time just before Christianity was rooted amongst the Armenians. Mithras is the worship in most of th known world. The Tocharian’s are bringing this teaching into China. The Hittites, whom Alexander the Great employed as his navy when he invaded India, are setting sail for a strange land that lie due East. Frodo is on board.
Rosamonde is the Queen of the Parthians and Vikings in Toxandria. She heads due West to look for the Lost Kingdom of Yonkers, where live an advanced people whose island sunk under the sea.
It is my intent to establish free trade between California, Oregon, and Washington, and the known world. The religion that Mithras established will create neutral ground for millions of people. All the Peoples of the World can live in peace and harmony.
I will be contacting the Estate of Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, to see if they want to help compile my tribology, and produce a movie from my three books.
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I just reread what I wrote this morning. I am astounded at how prophetic this post is. I can no longer deny that I am a prophet – of great renown! I elude to this all the time, but, I have been called a ‘reluctant Messiah’. I keep waving of a crown, every time it nears my head. This time I have no choice, an ancient crown sits upon my head. I have found a linage that reaches back before the birth of Jesus……….The Stendatsson. From then three kings, three magi may have come, to adore him. Did they bring a crown, a scepter, a ring, and a sword?
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!
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.
“Nothing lasts forever, but a Great Betrayal.” said starfish on the other side of the safe door made of one inch stainless steer. “Take the betrayal of Netanyahu and the President of the United States. He and his Rabid War Zionists are counting on Donald Trump being reelected, and Israel can change U.S. Presidents like a pair of shoes – tennis shoes! They think they got the Christian Nationalists in their back pocket. Of course they want to see Donald installed as King of America. But they didn’t count on a million drones, and other war robots, that are being built inside Russia by the descendants of Kiev Royalty.”
Air defenses are essential to Israel’s security. Much of its population is within reach of rockets and missiles fired by Hamas and Hezbollah, as well as the ballistic missiles fired by Yemen’s Houthis. Israel, with some help from the US, managed to intercept 99% of the drones Iran fired during its retaliatory attacks on April 13.
Earlier this year, Israeli officials amended its 2024 budget to allocate $15 billion more in war spending as Israel’s war in Gaza stretches the country’s budget and tensions rise throughout the region.See more
Iran launched an unprecedented missile and drone attack on Israel this weekend.
The IDF said 99% of the 300 or so Iranian munitions were shot down.
US forces destroyed more than 70 of them, according to American officials.
US forces engaged and shot down more than 75 of the missiles and drones that Iran fired at Israel this weekend, marking its biggest air-defense battle of the six-month-long Middle East crisis.
Iran and its proxy militias launched a barrage of 170 attack drones, 120 ballistic missiles, and 30 cruise missiles at Israel in a massive and unprecedented attack on Saturday night local time, according to the Israel Defense Forces.
It was the first-ever direct attack on Israel from Iranian soil. About 99% of the threats were intercepted by Israel and its partners, the IDF said, and most of them did not even cross into Israeli territory — a remarkable air-defense success.
US forces in the region eliminated more than 70 of the Iranian munitions, a senior US military official told reporters on Sunday.
Two US Navy destroyers operating in the eastern Mediterranean Sea — the USS Arleigh Burke and USS Carney — engaged and destroyed between four and six ballistic missiles, and a Patriot air-defense system shot down one ballistic missile above Iraq, an official said.
For two months Victoria Bond, and Miriam Christling have been stuck in midair on Flight 505. They wish Brittney Griner was on the plane with them. In spirit – she is!
They visited Griner is a Russian Prison. I CENSORED myself when I removed Starfish’s declaration she was going to smoke allot of pot when they land in Portland Oregon. This morning I saw a black Congress woman get cut-off when she began to lambasted the arrest, suggesting that was part of the agreement not to mention POT ARRESTS!
Governor Kotek should found a Pot Culture Symposium that would discuss how marijuana can defeat the enemies of THE FREE WORLD – and old idea! I own a theory that a hundred Oregonians Ginger’s on pot – can move mountains! Who would believe such a thing – the dude who stole Top Secret Information from the White House? How about Prince Heinrich?
Brittney Griner has won three gold medals and compiled a 34-2 record in a USA Basketball jersey.
I told you so! Do a million evangelicals back Putin and Kirill? British Intelligence – wants to know!
It’s time to put Paul and Jesus on trail!
Seer John
Right-wing author Dinesh D’Souza used the conviction to defend Jan. 6 insurrectionists who tried to overthrow the U.S. government. “It seems like the Russians are doing to Griner what the Biden administration is doing to non-violent January 6 protesters,” D’Souza wrote. “Hard for us to feign indignation when the same thing is going on here!”
Professor John von John did not want to be dragged into a international incident, but, Starfish made him an offer he could not refuse.
“Do you want to swim with my deep Russian fish? Pack an overnight bag! Pack and extra wig!”
“I don’t wear a wig!”
“Yeah -right!”
When the threesome landed in Washington they were driven to CIA headquarters at Langley where John was fitted with a European suit and a black patch over his left eye. John was happy when a straightjacket was strapped on Starfish, he upset with her that she had made him afraid, once again. When a doctor shot her full of methedrine……
“Don’t do that! She’s crazed enough!”
“Stand back Doctor. We know what we are doing!’
“He’s not a – real Doctor! He is a fraud!” spat Starfish, who was drooling saliva like a rabid dog. That’s when two huge agents grabbed Starfish, brusquely, and led her to the helicopter for Dullas airport. Everyone was getting in character. A guard was assigned to Victoria.
When the helicopter landed next to the Ilyushin Il-96, Starfish was the first on the tarmac. She was kicking and screaming. The Russian spies lined up to board, were, enthralled. When John von John emerged, shouting orders, they knew he was ‘The Evil One’ the super agent for M-16 they had heard so much about.
“That’s him! The guy with the eyepatch!”
A reporter for Russian television moved in for a close-up! The steel-blue madness in Starfish’s eyes- sent chills down your spine!”
“Long live mother Russia! ” Starfish shouted. And a chill overcame the leader of the Russian people.
On cue, John von John came up to Starfish – and slapped her hard across her face! Then, he hit her even harder! There was a gasp from the other spies when they saw a rivulet of blood flow from her mouth, and on to her loin cloth.
“Die – you Imperialist Dog! Die!” Starfish shouted – in Old Russian.
Starfish had full sympathy from her fellow spies. But, when she was lifted on the shoulder of the giant guards, and carried up the steps on their shoulder – like a cross – there was a collective gasp when her gold crucifix dangling from her neck, caught the setting sun!
“Martyr!” a Russian woman whispered. “Martyr!” the forty spies mumbled in concert. The fearless leader in Moscow, who was watching on T.V. said;
“Bring her to me when she arrives. Get her cleaned up. Put some clothes on her. Those bastards must have tortured her, kept her in a dungeon. All she’s wearing it a tattered…….pink loincloth.”
On the plane, the agents lined up to talk to Starfish ‘The Ros Martyr’. Victoria handled the overflow. She was wired knowing the agents couldn’t wait to talk about their TOP SECRET spy missions in the U.S.
Well, I was happy here at home I got everything I need Happy bein’ on my own Just living the life I lead
Well, suddenly it dawned on me That this was not my life So I just phoned the airline girl And said, “Get me on flight number 505 Get me on flight number 505″
The Royal Janitor
by
John Presco
Copyright 2022
In thirty minutes Victoria and Miriam would be landing in Eugene Oregon. Our intelligence agents for BAD (the British Anglian Directive) were in shock and had been ever since the Librarian at Wormsley had shown Victoria the ancient genealogy of Shakespeare and the Bard’s Will that left everything to his grandson, Hart.
“When we get to Eugene – I’M GOING TO SMOKE ALLOT OF POT…..ALLOT!”
They had just visited an American Gold Metal winner in prison, and Starfish wanted to show solidarity. Victoria – fumes!
“What? It’s legal to smoke grass in Oregon!” Starfish said, trying to quench the tiny flames of fury.
Victoria looked around the plane to see who heard – THE CONFESSION.
“No one cares. Most of the passengers are drunks’ and addicts – WHO WANTS SOME POT TOO!”
“That’s it!” Victoria shouted, and – flipped her lid. She want off on her wife -dressed her down!”
“What is it with you Ukranian-Russians? Is it a genetic defect? Your GRANDIOSITY is over the top! If it’s not ABOUT -YOU – you don’t give a shit! You are NARCISTIC – as all fuck!”
For the next forty minutes, Victoria denigrated the Russian Race which was like music to the ears of the Russian spies, who curled up and went to sleep. Their significant others had launched the exact same VERBAL ATTACK! It was true. It was all – TRUE!
Am I the embodiment of Farmer – whose work is not done? Many people have laughed at me, banned me, said I was insane when I gave Victoria Rosamond Bond, a bodyguard-lover that looked like Tarzan. I begin my book with the death of Starfish.
Victoria could not believe her luck. Admiral Sinclair was being stationed in Japan and asked Victoria Bond if she wanted to purchase his Aston Martin. The second she lay eyes on it in the parking lot, Miriam wanted to drive it.
‘You don’t know how to drive!” offered Victoria, relieved that her lover was not going to get behind ‘Her Dream’ and more than likely – wreck it.
“You can teach me! I am a quick learner!” Retorted Starfish – who gave her dear friend – the look.
“Shit!” Bond said, and was now googling the nearest airport where there was always a airport road that no one uses. She found one that was long enough to get her Aston thru her gears. As promised, Miriam proved to be a very fast learner!
This post is tailormade for the City Government of Belmont, who is not censoring my posts this time – so far! I was on my way to a BIG PAYDAY – with gobs of fame with my James Bond novel – when I beheld Pussy Riot being beaten, whipped, and their hair pulled, by Putin’s Goon God Squad. My heterosexual book – was toast! I did the right thing! Play the first video with full sound, and the second video with the sound down, to know……who the real savages of the world are.
A week ago I was going to blog on a reunion at the Palace Hotel with fundraiser for ‘The Royal Janitor’. There would be a train trip to Belmont where a Celebrity Labyrinth would be made in Twin Pines Park. I would invite my Star, Lara Roozemond, and, my Muse, Rena Easton, whose grandmother was so grateful I rescued her, a Beautiful Damsel in Distress. I am so grateful to the World Wide Web for making my dream come true. I have not let my women down.
John Presco 007
Copyright 2021
President: Royal Rosamond Press
The Royal Janitor
Chapter Three
When Victoria told Starfish they were going to Eugene Oregon to track down what became of the Rose Division amongst the Habsburgs, she let out a spine-altering scrrrrrreeeee! She then shook all over, began to sweat profusely, and went into a trance. Victoria retreated, and Sharena got out from behind her desk, just in case she had to make a bee-line for the exit as Starfish made super rapid foot movements with quck turns in different directions. She would later tell the folks at BAD that this was the Lek black grouse dance she learned in South Africa where she and her father fled to get away from Vladimir Putin when he became Premiere of Russia.
“I’m going to bring my drum! This is a dream come true. My mother was born in Eugene. I’ve never been there! Screeeeeee!”
“You own a drum? Why isn’t this in the report? By any chance have you heard of John von Bond?”
“Nope! But, have you heard of the Oregon Country Fair! My Kabalak Klock is telling me this is a Kosmic Konnection made in another dimension. What great timing! We are going to enter the Royal Drum Vortex. I am forbidden to ever step foot in Eugene, but, I don’t give a shit! This is it! You’re going to see – the real me! I want you to promise you will get me back to BAD!”
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