Monthly Archives: August 2018

August – Stanza 8

came on horseback through the town, they say, naked
as the day that she was born, a selfless act, the debt she paid
to lift the tolls her husband waged on townsfolk, how she
pitied them, Lady Godgifu, whilst they hid, their windows shut
but for a tailor so called Thomas who rued his choice to peep

~kat

For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.

I know what you’re thinking…REALLY? Well the naked ride is the stuff of legend. But Godgifu, Countess of Mercia and her husband Leofric, Earl of Mercia, actually did exist. They are my 34th great grandparents. And not only that, Lady Godiva, as we know her shares my birthday, June 2. How serendipitous! Perhaps I get my flair for activism for causes I believe in from her. Not that I would disrobe to make a point, but I have stood in my share of protest crowds in towns and even in Washington DC. Every voice matters. 🙂


The Begats:

“Lady Godiva” Godgifu (980 – 1067)
34th great-grandmother
Earl of Mercia Alfgar (1002 – 1059)
Son of “Lady Godiva” Godgifu
LUCIA (Countess Chester) DeMercia (1040 – 1080)
Daughter of Earl of Mercia Alfgar
Lucy Countess Chester Taillebois (1068 – 1136)
Daughter of LUCIA (Countess Chester) DeMercia
Ranulph II (Earl of Chester) De Meschines (1099 – 1153)
Son of Lucy Countess Chester Taillebois
Hugh DeMeschines (1147 – 1181)
Son of Ranulph II (Earl of Chester) De Meschines
Agnes DeMeschines (1174 – 1247)
Daughter of Hugh DeMeschines
William, III, 5th Earl of Derby De Ferrers (1193 – 1254)
Son of Agnes DeMeschines
Matilda Maud de Ferrers (1228 – 1298)
Daughter of William, III, 5th Earl of Derby De Ferrers
Joan Countess of Chewton de Vivonne+ (1250 – 1314)
Daughter of Matilda Maud de Ferrers
Margaret FitzPiers (1274 – 1300)
Daughter of Joan Countess of Chewton de Vivonne+
Roger WINTER (1300 – 1325)
Son of Margaret FitzPiers
Richard Winter (1325 – 1350)
Son of Roger WINTER
William Winter (1350 – 1398)
Son of Richard Winter
Elizabeth Winter (1384 – 1408)
Daughter of William Winter
John Reade (1408 – 1434)
Son of Elizabeth Winter
Thomas READE (1434 – 1460)
Son of John Reade
John Reade (1460 – 1503)
Son of Thomas READE
William Reade (1485 – 1534)
Son of John Reade
ALICE READ (1512 – 1556)
Daughter of William Reade
Thomas Trowbridge (1542 – 1619)
Son of ALICE READ
John Trowbridge (1570 – 1649)
Son of Thomas Trowbridge
Thomas Trowbridge (1598 – 1672)
Son of John Trowbridge
Deacon James Trowbridge (1636 – 1717)
Son of Thomas Trowbridge
Hannah Trowbridge (1672 – 1728)
Daughter of Deacon James Trowbridge
Daniel Greenwood (1704 – 1775)
Son of Hannah Trowbridge
Sarah Greenwood (1734 – 1808)
Daughter of Daniel Greenwood
Sibbel Roper (1758 – 1826)
Daughter of Sarah Greenwood
Susanna Walker (1787 – 1814)
Daughter of Sibbel Roper
Sybil Roper Adams (1810 – 1881)
Daughter of Susanna Walker
Mary Jane Totten (1830 – 1891)
Daughter of Sybil Roper Adams
Mary H. Tower (1836 – 1883)
Daughter of Mary Jane Totten
John Henry Collins (1868 – )
Son of Mary H. Tower
Sylvia Collins (1892 – 1972)
Daughter of John Henry Collins
William Collins Cunningham (1909 – 1967)
Son of Sylvia Collins
Dorothy Ellen Cunningham (1933 – 2006)
Daughter of William Collins Cunningham
Kathleen Myrman (there I am again…:))
You are the daughter of Dorothy Ellen Cunningham

Autumn – Stanza 7

A day late. Had it ready to go last evening…life…and then i fell asleep before posting it. I owe you one more Stanza for today 😊

penned in history’s tomes the story of a clan
who’s roots trace back to greatness, to the loins
of Charlemagne; a certain noble lineage
Trowbridge, one such name, of Thomas and
Elizabeth, great grands from whence I came

~kat

For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.

It has been said that many people can trace their roots to Charlemagne. When one considers that families back in the day had a dozen or more children, generation to generation, it is not hard to believe that his progeny are legion. But I was certainly surprised to find my own family line weaved into that infamous tapestry. My 12th great grands, are Thomas Trowbridge born in 1598, who was the first Trowbridge to cross the Atlantic to America, along with his wife Elizabeth, nee Marshall. I am a descendant of their son James and all the begats thereafter.

I was thinking…I might even be related to some of you. It’s possible you know. From the beginning of humankind to now, Adam and Eve aside, I believe we are all kin. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all get along? 😉


Twittering Tales #96 – 7 August 2018

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About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.

Finally, have fun!

And REMEMBER…you have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tale…and a week to do it. I can’t wait to see what you create this week.


Twittering Tales #95  – The Roundup

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Photo by markusspiske at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…

Stranded
“He’s just standing there. Should we call the police?”
“It won’t do any good. The bridge is washed out.”
“Well it’s just creepy.”
“Wait! Where is…? I don’t see him!”
“Did you lock the door?”
“Looking for someone?” said a deep voice from behind.
“Oh my god, Joe. Don’t ever…Joe?!”
280 Characters

From Reena at ReInventions:
Passing Thoughts
“The water we consume is centuries old, and has been recycled millions of times,” blares the radio in the car.

Shades of green trees make me think if they will outlive me, with the help of these raindrops. It feels good to be driving through eternity.
(250 characters)

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection
Connecting Back
With no electricity, flooded roads and strong gales, the storm had left the town battered. Forced to stay indoors, with no connectivity, Frank was home alone with his family. Like the rain, endless conversations, games, stories flowed. He felt connected to his family after ages!
Letter count 279

From Rashmi at My Pen:
Dark Mornings
Laura eight year old blind girl have been experiencing darkness in her life since she was born. A day has come its raining on her birthday everyone is cherishing this moment but she has to see the rain through glass windows in her balcony. She still smiles and prayers almighty for giving her ability and senses to explore rain drops through her hands. She is glad to explore inner beauty of her vision through almighty but not eyes which concentrate on materialistic world.

From Julie at Julie’s Armchair Travels:
No Play Today
“Is it going to stop raining soon?  I want to go out and play.” I asked, holding my ball.
“Soon, darling.  Just be patient.”  Mom said, not looking up from her book.
I looked back out the window.  Rain poured from the sky by the bucket full.
(241 Characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
The future looked a blur as if deliberately hidden, disguised to keep me guessing.
Every possibility remained
It was not as if hope was lost.
Searching for it was going to an effort
more than I imagined.
I wiped the condensation from the glass
But opaque is opaque, for a reason.
(274 characters)

From Willow at WillowDot21:
Rain on the window.
Just another day she thought as she watched the rain on the window. Another coffee she decided. Why not there was no rush, no point trying to get out. It never worked he always found her and brought her back.
People out there in the rain living their lives. Unaware of her plight.
(279 Characters)

From Deepa at Sync With Deep:
It’s Just Hair
I curled and fluffed my long hair. It was my unique identity.
I am getting ready for my second round chemotherapy and my hair is beginning to fall out.
When I am going through tough times on my own why do I care who stays in my life?
What is hair in the bigger picture of survival?
(278 characters)

From The Dark Netizen: (be sure to check out the link for more to this tale)
Raindrops
He sat by the window, staring aimlessly at the raindrops hitting the glass.
An empty bottle of rum lay by his side. His fingers clutched his heavy gun, waiting to pull the trigger at the slightest alarm. He was knocked out of his stupor by the ringing phone.
“Perseus, Code Red.”
Character Count: 279

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
It’s Over
Marcus woke to the sound of raindrops on the window pane. He turned over and woke up his wife. “Honey, it’s raining,” he said.
She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked at the window. As the tears started falling from her eyes, she sobbed, “Thank God the drought is over.”
(275 characters)

From Anthony at Dear Daughter:
Through the Glass!
“Please tell me you see him man.”
“Quit playing man. It’s Halloween.”
“Look hard through the water on the window.’
“Bro is that a clown?”
“Would you like a balloon.” I hear in a deep voice.
We turn around slowly…..POP!!!
I shoot up in my bed “ahh only a nightmare.”
Character Count 260

From Shreya at The Midnight Sun:
Melt
“Run for your life!” cackling shouts and thunder echoed through the air.
Broomsticks were hidden away.
The people prayed for the clouds to burst.
The sky broke, heavy raindrops watched the deaf witches melt away.
All this, of course, is ancient history.
They have umbrellas now.
273 characters.

From Jan at Strange Goings On in the Shed:
The water elementals watched the weeping woman standing on the parched grass. Her grief was deep as the oceans and as endless.
They felt her sorrow and pain, searched for the cause. There it was, a shard of ice piercing her Soul. Free me it cried. So they wept, teardrops of rain.
(279 characters)

From Lorraine at Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:
The abandoned house always hid her lonely sorrows until rain rivuletting* down her empty windows, would mask her tears.
(120 characters)

From Amritha at Igniting Hope:
Dear Rain
Thank you! I am smiling looking at my clean window. Looking beyond the clean window, I can see how you have managed to pool all the haphazard raindrops together with a non-synchronising-sound-worth-listening-to for the task. I am now going to sleep to your lullaby at peace.
[274 characters]

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
I do love a seaside holiday.
So do I, but not the West coast of Ireland!
You must agree there’s some fantastic scenery?
I would, if I could see it!
It’s getting lighter over there.
That’s just wishful thinking.
Oh, come on. Be more positive.
Two more pints of guinness please landlord!
(278 characters)

From Sascha at Microcosm Explored:
Fragmentation
I love how the rain fragments the view, distorting reality, creating a Picasso landscape.
I love how you look in that rainy landscape, disjointed, asymmetrical, especially now that I understand why you “work late.”

From Piyali at Solitary Soul with a Chaotic Mind:
Rain and the Mundane
The slow rhythmic pitter-patter against the windowpanes
Clear water droplets trickle down, leaving shimmering traces of diamantes
And here I am, locked in a stuffy cubicle,
Frantically typing the same old rubbish
While the view outside invites
Asking me to leave everything and run
279 Characters

From Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Off Season Blues
I’d built such a lovely place, but new arrivals were drying up. Maybe it was time to shut shop.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock. I almost ran to the door, opened it with a flourish, and said, “Welcome to the Hotel California.”
279 characters

From Indhu at Always:
The Soul
Through the rain water running down her car window, she saw the silhouette of HIM. Her heart skipped a beat, for she still felt the same way when she first met him.
She lowered the window with all hopes that he will turn around.
But, will he believe her story of reincarnation?
<275 characters>

From Tena at  Jottings and Writings:
There had been a time when Jenny would have loved to be out in the rain traipsing about. Now she looked out her window and heaved a heavy sigh. The rain wasn’t looking to let up anytime soon and the errands weren’t going to run themselves.
(240 CHARACTERS)

From Hayley at The Story Files:
He only came when it rained, coming off the moors to seek shelter. I would sat in the library’s window box, reading by gas lamps. I would try to ignore the sounds of him moving around. I had nothing else to say to him nor him to me. We were ghosts to each other.

Thanks to everyone who joined the challenge this week. It’s amazing what will sprout up with a little rain. 😉  This week, one of my own photographs. This was taken on my iphone during my morning walk with the new puppy. (yep…you can call me crazy! She’s a rescue though. Dropped off at a kill shelter (those two words don’t make sense together, do they?) covered in mange, motor oil and with 3 puppies in tow…a mom at only about a year of age herself. I couldn’t say no when the rescue group called.) At any rate, I was walking Gabby (that’s her name, short for Gabrielle) and I happened to notice one of the neighbor’s back yards. I has such a nice fairy tale feel to it. Almost Alice and Wonderland-ish…(yes, I’m making up words again. Shhh, don’t tell my partner…she hates that!)

For this week’s challenge, if you like, you could write a fairy tale…or a memory…or, who am I kidding…you don’t need my ideas…you have plenty of your own and they’re usually pretty great. So I guess all that needs to be said is “keep those characters in check, have fun, and I’ll see you at next week’s roundup.


Twittering Tale #76 – The Secret Garden – 7 August 2018

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Photo by Kat Myrman 2018

The Tea Garden

We sipped tea here, from porcelain cups with pink roses, and ate cranberry scones, letting the crumbs drop for squirrels who darted in when we weren’t looking. I come everyday at 2:47 pm hoping to see her. Just yesterday she walked straight through me. It’s why I’ll never leave.

~kat
279 Characters

 


August – Stanza 6

shore along the Biscay Bay in olde Aquitaine,
came first of many troubadours, Guillaume
was his name, a roving love philanderer
crusader, duke and count but his true call,
his legacy, the poems and songs he penned

~kat

For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.


Here’s a poem penned by my 27th Great Grandfather, Guillaume IX deTroubador DeAquitaine (1071 – 1127)

For the Sweetness of Springtime

For the sweetness of springtime,
the woods leaf and the birds
sing, each in its own language,
according to the swing of the new song:
it is therefore right that one tends towards
what he desires most.

From the place I like and love
comes neither messenger nor missive;
because of this, I neither sleep nor laugh;
and I don’t dare come forward
until I know with certitude
whether things stand as I want them to.

Our love works
just as the hawthorn twig
which stands shaking on the tree
in the night, in the rain and in the frost
until the morning after, when the sun stretches
on the green leaf and on the branches.

I still remember a morning
when we ended a fight
and when she gave such an important gift,
her love and her ring:
god let me live long enough
to put my hands under her cape.

I don’t worry that a strange language
would part me from my Good Neighbour,
because I know the wandering ways of words:
they begin as idle chat:
some people brag about love matters,
we have the matter in hand.


And in case you think I’m pulling your leg…here’s the begats:

Relationship between Guillaume IX deTroubador DeAquitaine & Kathleen Myrman.

Guillaume IX deTroubador DeAquitaine (1071 – 1127) – 27th great-grandfather

William Duke of Aquitaine En Normandy, 8th Count of Poitou X (1099 – 1137) Son of Guillaume IX deTroubador DeAquitaine

Eleanor Duchess Of Aquataine (1122 – 1204) Daughter of William Duke of Aquitaine En Normandy, 8th Count of Poitou X

Joan Plantagenet (1165 – 1199) Daughter of Eleanor Duchess Of Aquataine

Joan De Kinewarton (1189 – 1215) Daughter of Joan Plantagenet

Richard DeBruley (1211 – 1250) Son of Joan De Kinewarton

Henry De Bruley (1243 – 1305) Son of Richard DeBruley

William DeBruley (1270 – 1359) Son of Henry De Bruley

Alice Bruley (1326 – 1390) Daughter of William DeBruley

(Sir) Guy de La Spine Baron of Coughton (1350 – 1427) Son of Alice Bruley

Agnes Andrew ( – 1466) Daughter of (Sir) Guy de La Spine Baron of Coughton

Lady Cecilia Agnes Tansley (1460 – 1515) Daughter of Agnes Andrew

William Winslow (1490 – 1543) Son of Lady Cecilia Agnes Tansley

Kenelm Winslow (1534 – 1607) Son of William Winslow

Edward Winslow (1560 – 1631) Son of Kenelm Winslow

JOHN Winslow (1597 – 1674) Son of Edward Winslow

Susanna Winslow (1630 – 1685) Daughter of JOHN Winslow

Mercy Latham (1650 – 1707) Daughter of Susanna Winslow

Mary Harris (1690 – 1727) Daughter of Mercy Latham

Sarah Packard (1714 – 1792) Daughter of Mary Harris

Judith Shaw (1749 – 1776) Daughter of Sarah Packard

Isaac Edson (1770 – 1844) Son of Judith Shaw

Hannah Edson (1798 – 1873) Daughter of Isaac Edson

Ambrose Tower (1825 – 1907) Son of Hannah Edson

Mary H. Tower (1836 – 1883) Daughter of Ambrose Tower

John Henry Collins (1868 – ) Son of Mary H. Tower

Sylvia Collins (1892 – 1972) Daughter of John Henry Collins

William Collins Cunningham (1909 – 1967) Son of Sylvia Collins

Dorothy Ellen Cunningham (1933 – 2006) Daughter of William Collins Cunningham

Kathleen Myrman (that’s me! 😊) You are the daughter of Dorothy Ellen Cunningham


Manic Monday – Forlorn

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Forlorn

white satin
letters written
beauty missed
with these eyes
what the truth is
I can’t say ‘cause
people can’t
understand
what you want
in the end

breathe deep
the lights fade
people look back
and lament
useless
spent

Lovers, lonely
for love,
cold-hearted,
rule the night
which is an
illusion

~kat

A Black Out Poem for Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt based on the word “Forlorn”, the photo above and the Moody Blues song, Nights in White Satin (Lyrics below…I love that song!)


Moody Blues – Nights In White Satin Lyrics

Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I’ve written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I’d always missed with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can’t say anymore.

Cause I love you, yes I love you, oh how I love you.

Gazing at people, some hand in hand,
Just what I’m going through they can’t understand.
Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.

And I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.

Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I’ve written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I’ve always missed, with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can’t say anymore.

Cause I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
Cause I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.

Breathe deep
The
gathering gloom
Watch lights fade
From every room
Bedsitter people
Look back and lament
Another day’s useless
Energy spent

Impassioned lovers
Wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love
And has none
New mother picks up
And suckles her son
Senior citizens
Wish they were young

Cold hearted orb
That rules the night
Removes the colours
From our sight
Red is gray and
Yellow white
But we decide
Which is right
And
Which is an Illusion

Songwriters: Justin Hayward
Nights In White Satin lyrics © T.R.O. INC.