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My surname is from a sept of the MacDonalds (Sleat branch) whereas my mother was descended from Caithness Campbells.
Her mother was a Graham...... the previously mentioned Archibald Campbell of Argyle engineered the trial and execution of James GRAHAM, the 1st and greatest Marquis of Montrose.

Prisoner in the Mask. Another documentary Henry Lincoln wrote and narrated was the Man in the Iron Mask. This time for an ITV series.

I didn't tell my friend of all the names in my background!
Most of Mom's are of MacDonald alliances from the Highlands and all the Isles with McCranie of Jura being the most notable and strongest in her background. Once in the U.S., many septs of the feuding clans intermarried.
The clearances sent your folk there to here in teeming tearful masses as you know but long after my fathers kin came to very early pre-revolution America.

I should have stated that only my male friend was a Highlander, she was from Edinburgh and we shared rent in a house for a good half a year.
While "in their cups", many a row would divert regionally to like..."ye dirty ignorant little Highlander!"..."och, ye stuck up snobbish flatlander ye!", and sometime even in Gaelic, that was fierce sounding!

Archie drunk at the bar and Ian Anderson looking standing on the table singing olde songs of yore, what a local star he was here.

That you Gareth, nice to hear from you. It is snowing here, the house is freezing but I am wrapped up warm! I aquired anothe dog recently, darling Jet passed away three years ago, I wasnt going to get another but he sort of landed on my doorstep, he is a very handsome boy!

I expect calderthingy is another incarnation of our mutual friend so its the usual rubbishy mix of lies, confabulations and accusations of various foms of dickipoggy.

well have a very happy Christmas to you all an all my friends on here,

Barbara

You've made my day Mr Medway.
Meery Christmas sir, and to the 'Cold Fool' that's lurking.

Another history lesson, folks


BOSSY BISHOPS & NAUGHTY NUNS

Kirklees Priory was founded in the twelfth century by Reinor de Fleming,the manor lord of Clifton, West Yorkshire. The Rule was Cistercian and at first very strict, but as time passed, the “White Ladies”–so called because of the colour of their undyed habits–became less dedicated to the religious ideal. Many of them were the unwanted daughters of gentry with no real vocation to the cloistered life. The sisters were often admonished by visiting bishops for indulging in worldy ways , keeping dogs, trimming their habits up , going out dancing–and for inviting men onto the holy premises! In 1300 Pope Boniface VIII published a Papal Bull, PERICULOSO, which forbade such unseemly goings on, but the nuns threw the document after the bishop who came to deliver it , and chased him off the premises. In 1315 there were scandalous reports in circulation about the nuns of Kirklees. It was reported that one “Alice de Raggid, deceived by the allurements of frail flesh,in great levity of mind,hath gone forth from her house and hath wandered in great peril,having long ago put off her religious habit.” Later on, two more nuns,Elizabeth de Hopton and Joan de Heton,along with the rebellious Alice (who must have returned to the nunnery by then) were accused of admitting both clergy and laymen to “the secret places of the monastery……..from which there is suspicion of sin and great scandal arises.” No wonder Robin came to such a sticky end among such flighty creatures !
The nunnery was finally dissolved, with the other Yorkshire monasteries, by Henry V111 IN 1539, after which Kirklees Hall was built on the nearby hillside,using the stones of the fallen priory. Only the gatehouse,where Robin died, was left standing. Today ,like the grave, it is danger of being lost to our heritage as it is allowed to slowly crumble away, unchecked and unhindered by any official attempts to prevent the destruction.
The prioress who killed Robin, either intentionally or accidentally, has never been identified. Existing lists of prioresses are incomplete, plus no one knows for certain exactly when Robin died, though the pseudo medieval inscription on his Gothic-style grave states 24 December,1247. This may have been a miswriting of an earlier inscription, as 1347 is the estimated date of death for Robin Hood of Wakefield. The grave of Prioress Elizabeth de Stainton is still standing in the grounds of Kirklees, a short distance from the gatehouse, but obviously there would have been many more unexcavated graves in the area as the nuns were there for over four hundred years. A large house now stands on the priory ruins. Another known prioress was Dame Mary Startin, who was in office in 1347–maybe she was the murderess ! According to the ballads, the prioress had a lover, Red Roger of Doncaster, who helped her in her evil task, though Robin managed to rise from his deathbed and kill him before expiring !
A Victorian visitor to Robin Hood’s Grave wrote:

“I had the strangest emotions when I first stood over the grave of this old forest hero. I stood there and had no words nor can find any now to tell what my feelings were. Brave hearted Robin ! thou hast found a fit resting place in this glorious park ,among these solemn yews and silent trees.”
If only he knew the deplorable state of the grave today !!!!

Looks as if Sir Roger was quite a renown and roguish rake that may have been at laying on of hands in more than a nunnery.

"For the love of a knyght,
Syr Roger of Donkesley,
that was her owne special"


http://midgleywebpages.com/dedonc.html

"Robin Hood: A collection of all the ancient poems, songs and ballads, now extant, relative to that celebrated English outlaw"
http://www.archive.org/details/robinhoodcollect01ritsrich

Robin was reachles on a roote
And stumbled at that tyde ;
And Guy was quicke and nimble withall,
And hitt him ore the left syde.

Ah, deere ladye, sayd Robin Hood tho,
Thou art both mother and may,
I think it was never mans destinye
To dye before his day.

Robin thought on our ladye deere.
And soone leapt up againe,
And strait he came with a[n] awkwarde stroke,
And he sir Guy hath slayne.

He took sir Guys head by the hayre,
And sticked itt upon his bowes end :
" Thou hast beene a traytor all thy life,
Which thing must have an end."

Robin pulled forth an Irish knife,
And nicked sir Guy in the face,
That he was never on woman born
Cold tell whose head it was.

i love to look at tarot art...

indeed!

http://www.aeclectic.net/tarot/cards/robin-wood/

Well spotted Paula. This "outdoorsy" type here likes those.


She has a web page I see.
http://www.robinwood.com/

My fav tarots.

http://www.llewellyn.com/product.php?ean=9780738705200

The Guilded Tarot



Legacy of the Divine Tarot
Legacy reading canvas



This just brings me joy.

One of my favourites - "The Golden Tarot" by Kat Black



Sorry for crashing your Robin Hood thread...

beautiful cards!
rain, i understand the joy...

maybe we should start a tarot thread???

Playing with tarot cards in a cemetery, yep, can't get more new agey than that. There's this sort of silliness goin' on in Derby...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6lWDM1sOen8

If that's the case, I guess playin' with tarot cards in a cemetery is no weirder.

talkin' 'boot cemeteries, folks in other parts of thy world find unique uses for them...
http://englishrussia.com/?p=1361

Is there gonna be a full moon before this month ends?, what a way to spend Christmas in Highgate...
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/ ... ewolf.html

I wonder if that werewolf ever heard of tarot cards?

It is all very interesting, but I should stress that Robin Hood was a Chrsitian, a Roman Catholic and devoted to the Virgin Mary. I dont even know if they had tarot cards in those days, anyway Roman Catholics arent allowed to indulge in occult dickipoggy. I know they do exorcisms and believe in the devil etc, but not fortune telling.


Its freezing here folks, I am iced up today!

damiana

Don't feel alone, there's +20" of snow from DC to NYC right now.

Crimson Dove:

Maybe we should but I would get carried away with the pics. I just know I would.

but it's a good idea if just to refute the claim that Tarots are "read" in a Cemetary(so is the Bible by the way) and just common Fortune Telling instruments. In certain cultures Tarot's are a precious book.
I do know that Waite would be rolling over in his grave at that accusation, especially now Robin Hood is a Roman Catholic.

I am sorry if I misunderstood, I thought Tarot was a form of Fortune telling, prediction, whatever.All English people were Roman Catholics in medieval times, not just Robin Hood.

By the way he died December 24, 1347,

damiana

A bit of fun!


THE BALLAD OF ROBIN HOOD OF KIRKLEES


Now gather round and listen folks,

To hear a valiant tale

Of Robin Hood the bold outlaw

Who lived in Barnesdale.


He was a handsome robber lad

He helped the weak and poor

Until he came too old to fight

And could draw his bow no more.


Good Robin went to see the doc

Who said he needed rest

But the medieval N.H.S.

Could not meet his request.


The waiting list was two years long

And poor Robin needed help

He had to seek some private care

And pay the bill himself.


He said to Little John, "Forsooth!

This ’ere ’s a sorry mess

That I can?t get my ailments cured

On the good old N.H.S.! "


Said Little John, " Now sither ’ ere

You mustn ’ t take on so

I know a little nursing home

That ’ s just the place to go.


There is a priory not far hence

Kirklees,it is,by name

The prioress,it Is said by all

Is a healer of great fame. "


" The Prioress of Kirklees," said Robin,

"I knew her long ago,

She’s of my kin and loved me well

Perhaps to her I’ll go.


She loved me in those far off days

My wife she longed to be,

But I was troth to Marian

So she went to fair Kirklees.


And now she’s prioress, I hear

With healing gifts,you say

Perhaps she ’ ll cure me of my ills

For our love of yesterday. "






2 Ballad of Rob in Hood




So John and Robin set to ride

To seek the holy nurse

But when they got to fair Kirklees

They found instead a curse!


The Prioress would not let them in

She called out, "Scurvy knaves,

I’ll not have tourists on my land

Looking for famous graves! "


Called Little John, "Good dame, I pray,

Save your poor kinsman ,Robin,

He needs some tender nursing care

Look at the poor man sobbing! "


The Prioress blinked her evil eye

As she recalled her lover

"How dare he come and seek my aid,

When he went and wed another?


I’ll give him healing and by gum

From me,his former lover,

Brave Robin Hood,I have you now

And you will not recover!"





So the Wicked Prioress let him in

And locked him in her chamber,

She sent good Little John away

Leaving Robin in mortal danger.



For the Prioress had an accomplice,

Her toy boy lover Roger,

A priestly rogue from Doncaster,

He was her dickipoggy lodger.



They wove a web of wickedness

They drained their patient’s lifeblood,

They were a pair of vampire beasts,

To thus murder Robin Hood.

3) The ballad of Robin Hood



But wait a moment,pray,good folks,

Our Robin’s not yet done for.

He blew his trusty hunting horn

And Little John came pronto.



"Now help me shoot an arrow,John, "

Quoth Robin in his pain,

"And underneath it,bury me,

And write above my name:

HERE UNDERNEATH THIS LITTLE STONE

LIES AN ARCHER TRUE AND GOOD

HE WAS A FAMOUS YORKSHIREMAN

THEY CALLED HIM ROBIN HOOD.



But Little John shouted with rage,

"I’ll burn this place to cinders,

I’ll put a curse upon this house

And break all of it’s windows! "



"Nay,John,good friend, I never harmed

A woman in my time,

Just lay me in the peaceful earth,

And forgive the nuns their crime."



And with these words poor Robin died

And Little John fell weeping

But his curse upon fair Kirklees

Now later years are reaping



The nuns anre gone the priory too

And Robin’s grave forgotten

Neath fallen stones and strangling weeds

Our heritage lies rotton



Now listen well for very soon

This ballad will be endeth

But let us say, it is a sin

The Robin’s grave’s untendeth



God Yorkshire folks, pray use your wits

Think how Robin helped those needing

His grave could make a lot of brass

For a liittle bit of weeding



The Nottinghamites have done quite well

From an old oak tree in Sherwood

So Wakefield and Kirklees unite

And save your Robin Hood



Lets lift the curse from our Kirklees

Where the prioress knows no rest

As with her red haired lover priest

Theys till both thwart our quest!



OH EVIL PAIR, BEGONE BEGONE

LET ROBIN REST IN PEACE

AND LET US TRULY HONOUR HIM

IN HIS GRAVE AT FAIR KIRKLEES

damiana, the problem as I see it is simply this, what ever may be left of once was Robin's body turned to cadaver is most likely fertilizin' the spot he was buried at. Since his soul left his body to get judged, the only thing left is Robin's memory, yes?

I mean its not like he was embalmed like a Pharoah so that there'd be somethin' left to say his bodily remains are still where they were buried. After 700+ years its a safe bet to say his molecules are well infused in the soil he was planted in.

BTW what happened to his damsel Marion? where de she end up?, I ask, 'cuz ya see on this forum there is another couple who are featured rather prominently here, even in death

haha jabberwocky, you remind me of the time we we nt up to the grave and michael was erm, a bit under the fluence--he kept seeing molecules everywhere,it was so funny!! and you saying just the same!

no problem, mately!

damaina, ya mean youz guyz brew 'bog water tea' in yer 'hood? I thought the Irish cornered that niche along with Scots, hehehe, amazin' stuff that bog water tea. I hope yer buddy Michael wasn't thinkin' along these lines when he went to that hallowed spot, 'cuz it goes like this....

...there was these 2 blokes, Pat + Mike, swillin' back a jug of their latest bog water tea when Pat sez to Mike, if I go before ya, will ya remember to come by my grave and pour a jug of yer 'tay' over it, sez Mike, is it OK if it goes thru me kidneys forst?

Its a bit hard to follow your drift old bean due to your dickipogy grammer but the young man in question hhad regrettably been imbibing lighter fuel and superstrength lager, and maybe other dickipoggy substances, I hope that answers your question.

We did fool around doing a ghost shot at the grave as is fully described in my world famous best selling book SECRETS OF THE GRAVE available from...........etc and so on and so forth


damiana

Damiana shared this to me. Original first, second is adjusted with high contrast and color saturation and the third is the previous inverted.

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