Well, 300 words is submitted and I chose the hospital with the doctor who had been told by the patient not to tell his relatives he was dying. It's submitted, so I can't post it for a month or so. It still leaves me with ideas for the waiting room at the doctors, the lawyers, the law court, the theatrical agency, the dentist, the school interview, the Palace, and the remote airport. I have a story with a twist to write and thought I would try the remote airport. The pilot is a young woman but that will only come out at the end as the twist. I had thought of doing it from Meekatara in Australia but I'm not all that familiar with that and changed it to South Africa and Upington. There's a storm on the way and one of the passengers insists on leaving as he has an important appointment. To go round the storm they divert to Springbok and have to stay overnight. It's at that stage the man tells thee pilot he's going to be best man at a wedding and the pilot tells him not to worry, they can't start without them, she's the bride. Problem - Why does the Best Man not know her? She's English and met her intended when he was over on a sabbatical. Why are they getting Married in South Africa? He only proposed when they were there. Why not go back to England? Her parents wanted to make a holiday of it.
I've had two tales from that list of where the waiting room was for 300 words and the story line of at least the lawyers, the theatrical agents, the school interview and the Palace have legs. Which goes to show the value of story lists written down so that they can be referred to.
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Thursday, 29 November 2018
Twisted tale
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Monday, 26 November 2018
Bruce and the Honourable Thing
Our history teachers taught us all about Robert Bruce and the spider
in the cave but I have discovered the Bruce family themselves were spiders
drawing people into their web. We start with 1066. It was not just England that
changed following that event, but the whole island. No one is sure if de Brus
came with William the Conqueror, or is the canny laddie waited till he saw how
things were going and came with reinforcements but when he did come, he was given
large estates in Yorkshire.
The next time
I stumbled over the family, now Bruce, was when one, Robert, went on a crusade.
(the Big Thing in those days. Try it now and you get locked up.) Robert became
friendly with a chap from South West Scotland, the Earl of Carrick. Unfortunately,
the Earl was killed. When Robert came back to Yorkshire he felt it was his duty
to tell his friend’s widow the sad news in person. Rather a decent thought,
what! Anyway, when he got to the Earl’s castle he found the charming widow
unwilling to let him go and Bruce did the honourable thing. The story goes that she locked and barred the gate and
forced Robert to marry her. A malicious rumour was started that by putting the
blame on the countess, Robert avoided paying the fine he would have to have
paid to the king for marrying the countess without the king’s permission.
So, now we
sit with Bruce having estates in Yorkshire and Scotland. I’ve no idea how he
came by the Tottenham property but he may have bought it for the occasions when
he had to attend Westminster.
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Thursday, 22 November 2018
From the Empress of Germany to Robert Bruce
So, in our
walk through the history of our island, here we are with Henry Plantagenet
sitting on the English throne. His mother, the dowager Empress of Germany, no
less. His grandmother Scots by birth and
his father French. A man of mixed race you might argue. Henry’s second cousin,
sits on the throne of Scotland, so, when Henry marries the girl from Aquitaine,
the family control the Atlantic seaboard from the Orkneys to the Pyrenees. Now
why was I not told that the Plantagenets had Scots blood in their veins at
school? Because we were too absorbed in making sure we were true Scots and
nothing else?
If we’d been
told, we’d have known we had a connection to Richard Lion Heart, the one who
was saved by a medieval Tom Jones, and his brother John, who, as we know, had
his little ways, and sometimes no one spoke to him for days and days and days.
The obvious
question is which of them had the stronger share of Scots blood, the galant and
ferocious Richard, the man with the Highland temper, or the miserable dour
John.
I have , of
course, glossed over the fact that Alexander 1 of Scotland had married Hery 1’s
daughter, but it is time to mention that Alexander 11 of Scotland married King
John’s daughter, and Alexander 111 married Henry 111’s daughter. As a result, by
the middle of the 13th century, and getting close to Robert the
Bruce, the Scottish royal line was well
stocked with good English blood.
What price
Brucie?
Sunday, 18 November 2018
What Shakespeare missed after Macbeth
As it is so intermingled with characters in his play Macbeth, I’m surprised that Shakespeare didn’t follow Macbeth with what happened to Duncan’s prodigy for they have a story as twisted as anything he could have devised. During their seventeen year stay in England while Macbeth ruled Scotland, the Norman’s invaded. When William the Conqueror died, his son, Henry , after battles and betrayals, took over as King of England.
In the meantime, Edgar, the Aethling, Harald’s rival for the English throne had gone to Scotland and married the daughter of Macbeth’s successor Malcolm, known as Canmore. From this marriage came a daughter, who had, through her father, direct links to the old English royal line.
Henry decided it would be a good political move to wed this lass and change her name to Matilda.
From that marriage came a son called William and a daughter called Adelaide.
Adelaide married well, to the Emperor of Germany, no less, but the Emperor died and Henry recalled his daughter and renamed her Matilda.
Then, with the White Ship disaster, young William drowned, and Matilda became the only legitimate heir to the English throne. Henry married her off to a Frenchman, Henry of Anjou, nicknamed Plantagenet .
Henry tried to ensure there would be no arguments over the succession when he died and managed to get agreement that Matilda would take over on his death
However, when the old man died, a nephew, Stephen, jumped in and took over as king. It sparked civil war and Malcolm charged down to help, Stephen was captured and locked up.
Shakespeare hinted that Malcolm’s descendants would transform into the Stuarts and we know how headstrong they were, so it is not surprising that ex-Empress Matilda proved too ‘Royal’ and, when Stephen was let out, the aristocracy promptly got rid of Matilda and put Stephen in his place.
Like Duncan, however, Matilda had the last laugh because her son Henry succeeded Stephen as Henry Plantagenet and began that dynasty.
This is one of those tales that make nonsense of the idea of Scottish history and English history separated by a line on a map. I’m sure the girls in my class would have preferred that tale to Magna Carta and Simon de Mountford. I certainly would and I’m surprised it slipped through Walter Scott’s sieve as well. It’s a real blockbuster and better than ‘The Other What’s-her-name Girl’. I’ll have a go at this story one of these days.
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In the meantime, Edgar, the Aethling, Harald’s rival for the English throne had gone to Scotland and married the daughter of Macbeth’s successor Malcolm, known as Canmore. From this marriage came a daughter, who had, through her father, direct links to the old English royal line.
Henry decided it would be a good political move to wed this lass and change her name to Matilda.
From that marriage came a son called William and a daughter called Adelaide.
Adelaide married well, to the Emperor of Germany, no less, but the Emperor died and Henry recalled his daughter and renamed her Matilda.
Then, with the White Ship disaster, young William drowned, and Matilda became the only legitimate heir to the English throne. Henry married her off to a Frenchman, Henry of Anjou, nicknamed Plantagenet .
Henry tried to ensure there would be no arguments over the succession when he died and managed to get agreement that Matilda would take over on his death
However, when the old man died, a nephew, Stephen, jumped in and took over as king. It sparked civil war and Malcolm charged down to help, Stephen was captured and locked up.
Shakespeare hinted that Malcolm’s descendants would transform into the Stuarts and we know how headstrong they were, so it is not surprising that ex-Empress Matilda proved too ‘Royal’ and, when Stephen was let out, the aristocracy promptly got rid of Matilda and put Stephen in his place.
Like Duncan, however, Matilda had the last laugh because her son Henry succeeded Stephen as Henry Plantagenet and began that dynasty.
This is one of those tales that make nonsense of the idea of Scottish history and English history separated by a line on a map. I’m sure the girls in my class would have preferred that tale to Magna Carta and Simon de Mountford. I certainly would and I’m surprised it slipped through Walter Scott’s sieve as well. It’s a real blockbuster and better than ‘The Other What’s-her-name Girl’. I’ll have a go at this story one of these days.
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Labels:
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Thursday, 15 November 2018
Macbeth and the Empress of Germany
As it is so
intermingled with characters in his play Macbeth, I’m surprised that
Shakespeare didn’t follow Macbeth with what happened to Duncan’s prodigy for
they have a story as twisted as anything he could have devised. During their
seventeen year stay in England while Macbeth ruled Scotland, the Norman’s
invaded. When William the Conqueror died, his son, Henry , after battles and
betrayals, took over as King of England.
In the
meantime, Edgar, the Aethling, Harald’s rival for the English throne had gone
to Scotland and married the daughter of Macbeth’s successor Malcolm, known as
Canmore. From this marriage came a daughter, who had, through her father, direct
links to the old English royal line.
Henry
decided it would be a good political move to wed this lass and change her name
to Matilda.
From that
marriage came a son called William and a daughter called Adelaide.
Adelaide
married well, to the Emperor of Germany, no less, but the Emperor died and
Henry recalled his daughter and renamed her Matilda.
Then, with
the White Ship disaster, young William drowned, and Matilda became the only
legitimate heir to the English throne. Henry married her off to a Frenchman,
Henry of Anjou, nicknamed Plantagenet .
Henry tried
to ensure there would be no arguments over the succession when he died and
managed to get agreement that Matilda would take over on his death
However,
when the old man died, a nephew, Stephen, jumped in and took over as king. It
sparked civil war and Malcolm charged down to help, Stephen was captured and
locked up.
Shakespeare
hinted that Malcolm’s descendants would transform into the Stuarts and we know
how headstrong they were, so it is not surprising that ex-Empress Matilda
proved too ‘Royal’ and, when Stephen was let out, the aristocracy promptly got
rid of Matilda and put Stephen in his place.
Like Duncan,
however, Matilda had the last laugh because her son Henry succeeded Stephen as
Henry Plantagenet and began that dynasty.
This is one
of those tales that make nonsense of the idea of Scottish history and English
history separated by a line on a map. I’m sure the girls in my class would have
preferred that tale to Magna Carta and Simon de Mountford. I certainly would
and I’m surprised it slipped through Walter Scott’s sieve as well. It’s a real
blockbuster and better than ‘The Other What’s-her-name Girl’. I'll have a go at this story one of these days.
Labels:
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Royal Stuarts,
Scotland,
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Walter Scott
Sunday, 11 November 2018
After the trenches
Well, the Remembrance Day services for the centenary of the end of WW1 are still on but will fade into the background in the next few weeks. But what of the aftermath? I had several single lady teachers who were unmarried because the young men they might have wed had been killed in Flanders in WW1. One of them formed the heroine of a novel I wrote to honour schoolteachers. The government had promised the lads going off to fight, a Land Fit for Heroes and I used that as the title. Those dear ladies took their class as their substitute families and treated us with great kindness and understanding.
Of course, the land fit for heroes never materialised and drifted into general strike and depression and teaching during those years must have tried those women's resolution but they carried on and educated those who would stand up in 1939.
In later years, I was taught by men from WW2 and, again, was treated with great understanding, they seemed to relate to our teenage rebellions and taught us to love their subjects, including Shakespeare and history.
It is as a result of those experiences that I remember the wars nd those who suffered, not just in the trenches but in the years that followed.
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Of course, the land fit for heroes never materialised and drifted into general strike and depression and teaching during those years must have tried those women's resolution but they carried on and educated those who would stand up in 1939.
In later years, I was taught by men from WW2 and, again, was treated with great understanding, they seemed to relate to our teenage rebellions and taught us to love their subjects, including Shakespeare and history.
It is as a result of those experiences that I remember the wars nd those who suffered, not just in the trenches but in the years that followed.
www.sullatoberdalton.com/books/land-fit-heroes
Labels:
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history,
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strikes,
Teachers,
WW1,
WW2
Thursday, 8 November 2018
AFricans and mixed race Remembered WW1
IN the midst off all the hype about remembering the men of the commonwealth in WW1 I hope no one forgets the men of mixed race who fought under General Smuts in Kenya and Tanganyika. Those men insisted on being included and fought not only in East Africa as the Cape Corps but also in Palestine and were later sent to restore order in Egypt when the dockers went on strike. After a hard fight and a blistering march they came singing into camp and the general commented, the only men who would come in singing after the time they have had are the Cape Corps.
They also fought at Tobruk in WW2.
I learned about these in the village of Pniel near Cape Town, a village that ignored Apartheid and got on with life.
With the Cape Corps in East Africa were unknown thousands of tribesmen who acted as bearers. While the dead of the whites and the Cape Corps are recorded, no one knows how many bearers were killed, died of fever, or were eaten by lions. They have no memorial and the unknown soldier is also for them.
I promised to write the story of the Cape Corps and have written the prologues but, to my shame I have not tackled the war on the Rufigi River.
They also fought at Tobruk in WW2.
I learned about these in the village of Pniel near Cape Town, a village that ignored Apartheid and got on with life.
With the Cape Corps in East Africa were unknown thousands of tribesmen who acted as bearers. While the dead of the whites and the Cape Corps are recorded, no one knows how many bearers were killed, died of fever, or were eaten by lions. They have no memorial and the unknown soldier is also for them.
I promised to write the story of the Cape Corps and have written the prologues but, to my shame I have not tackled the war on the Rufigi River.
Labels:
Africans,
Cape Town,
Mixed race,
Remembrance Day,
WW1,
WW2
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