It seems that many of our party goers are from the colonies. This is strange as, in my time, we haven't discovered half of you yet. Thought I'd better warn you all of the flood warnings for Cornwall over the next few days. Forget diamonds and feather boas - we need souwesters and umbrellas - awkward - they haven't been invented in my time either. Not only am I having trouble with Janet in Darkest Devon getting above herself but now I've got Master Christopher thinking he is a hit because his picture features in the latest Cornwall Family History Society Journal. Master Christopher is a barber surgeon. There he is, quietly (well the patient wasn't quiet) administering a clyster (Google it party goers but not after a big meal) and someone starts painting his portrait! Is anyone chronicling our party this year? My good friend Mrs Pepys may volunteer her husband to keep the party diary though I hear he is busy with young ladies of his acquaintance. Poor Mrs P does her best to keep Mr P's attention - bathes her face regularly in the best moisturiser (puppies urine) but he doesn't kiss her on the cheek often. She was of course born in Darkest Devon - perhaps I'll cheer her up by bringing her along. This pike is getting a tad tricky I am busy trying to rescue everyone but carrying a pillory, a set of stocks, a mease of Clovelly herring, lobster, crab and (whisper) mince pies is rather cumbersome even though I am carrying it virtually. I have my wicker pannier to my back but it doesn't really fit over the armour. The helmet I shall hang on to, just in case I can't find a privy when I need one. I hope the Wyrm and dragon don't mistake me for King George in all this armour and get defensive. Mistress Agnes -----Original Message----- From: Julia Mosman Sent: Friday, December 21, 2012 5:16 AM To: cornish@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 imprisoned! Oh Dear! I've konked the Pilot over the head for insulting my delectable cookies, so don't have a big, burly man at hand just now!! However, we're zipping along rather quickly, and should be over your location quite soon. Perhaps with the help of a few friends, and a slightly dazed pilot, we might save you from your dire fate!! In the meantime, the marvelous red parrots can fly in your sustenance; the Wyrm has been coaxed to char you a bit of seafood, a la carte, and I've dropped more ginger cookies. Watch out for them, they're potent. On which level might you be incarcerated? Level one (morbid, morose, & chilly) or two (dankest, darkest, and despairing) of the dungeons, or are you being held in the "upstairs" cells, reserved for those not yet convicted for the crimes of which they're accused? The ones which allow a tiny sliver of hope to creep into your ravished heart. From the tapping, it sounds like the former - unless you're next to the kitchens, and are hearing the "tapping" of the butchers. Did you see a bit of demolished trifle along the way, as you were dragged into the cell? Didn't we get a PERMIT to hold this grand and glorious gala at the Gaol? YIKES! Tis but a minor matter, however. Once the Governor learns that his wife and he are attending - have heard she went to Truro to purchase a new striped silk gown from the very best dressmaker, so they're Definitely coming (she wouldn't miss her chance to show off that dress!!) - I'm sure he'll realize that an unfortunate gaff was made. No offense, and none taken, et cetera, et cetera. Perhaps Mistress Agnes and I should pay a call on our dear Governor, and present the case to him, along with a case of Woolly cider. I'm sure he'll soon see it our way, given our powers of persuasion.(And she can konk him over the head, should they fail!) (a man should never make a pass, at a lass with a pike....) As a last resort, I've gotten in touch with Mr. SHILSON - he of the silver-tongued tribe of lawyers - and he's assured me he will look into your case. The next Assizes aren't for 3 months, so there's plenty of time for him to develop your defence! In that case, I'm sure another set of gay curtains will spruce up the place. Perhaps a pillow or two?? So don't despair, help is on the way! Tempis is futgiting... or however that's spelled.... Julianna, and the Girls ---------------------------------------- > Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 22:20:13 -0500 > From: epistles@q.com > To: cornish@rootsweb.com > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival > > Ooh Julia, I too love roasted beast and am thinking of making my fortune > by setting up a fast food chain serving roasted beast sandwiches. > Meanwhile, I am in desperate trouble. I arrived at Bodmin Gaol and was > wandering down a dismal corridor when a huge hairy prison officer seized > me and accused me of trying to escape from prison and thrust me into a > dismal, cold, damp grey cell where I am shivering in my chiffon frock and > hobnail boots. I tried to protest my innocence by explaining that I had > come into the prison, not escaping from it, and now I am charged with > breaking into the prison - so all you guys had better be careful when you > arrive! I have heard a tap-tap-tapping on the wall and have been tapping > back and I think it must be Ed incarcerated in the next cell. Help, help, > help, please come and rescue us. Meanwhile, a food parcel would not be > sniffed at ... > > Best wishes, Joan who wishes she were back in Colorado! > > > ------------------------------- > Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com > with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. 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Mistress Agnes, The Wyrm is very nervous around plate armour so be kind to him - and the green dragon always remembers that the best knights served Pendragon and so is polite to them until the need arises. They are also well briefed on accpetable behaviour towards maidens ie don't devour them! They might however put a torch to any obstreperous prison guards! Anyhow we will be arriving shortly! Catherine -----Original Message----- From: janet <janet@few4.orangehome.co.uk> To: cornish <cornish@rootsweb.com> Sent: Fri, 21 Dec 2012 6:00 Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 imprisoned! It seems that many of our party goers are from the colonies. This is strange as, in my time, we haven't discovered half of you yet. Thought I'd better warn you all of the flood warnings for Cornwall over the next few days. Forget diamonds and feather boas - we need souwesters and umbrellas - awkward - they haven't been invented in my time either. Not only am I having trouble with Janet in Darkest Devon getting above herself but now I've got Master Christopher thinking he is a hit because his picture features in the latest Cornwall Family History Society Journal. Master Christopher is a barber surgeon. There he is, quietly (well the patient wasn't quiet) administering a clyster (Google it party goers but not after a big meal) and someone starts painting his portrait! Is anyone chronicling our party this year? My good friend Mrs Pepys may volunteer her husband to keep the party diary though I hear he is busy with young ladies of his acquaintance. Poor Mrs P does her best to keep Mr P's attention - bathes her face regularly in the best moisturiser (puppies urine) but he doesn't kiss her on the cheek often. She was of course born in Darkest Devon - perhaps I'll cheer her up by bringing her along. This pike is getting a tad tricky I am busy trying to rescue everyone but carrying a pillory, a set of stocks, a mease of Clovelly herring, lobster, crab and (whisper) mince pies is rather cumbersome even though I am carrying it virtually. I have my wicker pannier to my back but it doesn't really fit over the armour. The helmet I shall hang on to, just in case I can't find a privy when I need one. I hope the Wyrm and dragon don't mistake me for King George in all this armour and get defensive. Mistress Agnes -----Original Message----- From: Julia Mosman Sent: Friday, December 21, 2012 5:16 AM To: cornish@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 imprisoned! Oh Dear! I've konked the Pilot over the head for insulting my delectable cookies, so don't have a big, burly man at hand just now!! However, we're zipping along rather quickly, and should be over your location quite soon. Perhaps with the help of a few friends, and a slightly dazed pilot, we might save you from your dire fate!! In the meantime, the marvelous red parrots can fly in your sustenance; the Wyrm has been coaxed to char you a bit of seafood, a la carte, and I've dropped more ginger cookies. Watch out for them, they're potent. On which level might you be incarcerated? Level one (morbid, morose, & chilly) or two (dankest, darkest, and despairing) of the dungeons, or are you being held in the "upstairs" cells, reserved for those not yet convicted for the crimes of which they're accused? The ones which allow a tiny sliver of hope to creep into your ravished heart. From the tapping, it sounds like the former - unless you're next to the kitchens, and are hearing the "tapping" of the butchers. Did you see a bit of demolished trifle along the way, as you were dragged into the cell? Didn't we get a PERMIT to hold this grand and glorious gala at the Gaol? YIKES! Tis but a minor matter, however. Once the Governor learns that his wife and he are attending - have heard she went to Truro to purchase a new striped silk gown from the very best dressmaker, so they're Definitely coming (she wouldn't miss her chance to show off that dress!!) - I'm sure he'll realize that an unfortunate gaff was made. No offense, and none taken, et cetera, et cetera. Perhaps Mistress Agnes and I should pay a call on our dear Governor, and present the case to him, along with a case of Woolly cider. I'm sure he'll soon see it our way, given our powers of persuasion.(And she can konk him over the head, should they fail!) (a man should never make a pass, at a lass with a pike....) As a last resort, I've gotten in touch with Mr. SHILSON - he of the silver-tongued tribe of lawyers - and he's assured me he will look into your case. The next Assizes aren't for 3 months, so there's plenty of time for him to develop your defence! In that case, I'm sure another set of gay curtains will spruce up the place. Perhaps a pillow or two?? So don't despair, help is on the way! Tempis is futgiting... or however that's spelled.... Julianna, and the Girls ---------------------------------------- > Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 22:20:13 -0500 > From: epistles@q.com > To: cornish@rootsweb.com > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival > > Ooh Julia, I too love roasted beast and am thinking of making my fortune > by setting up a fast food chain serving roasted beast sandwiches. > Meanwhile, I am in desperate trouble. I arrived at Bodmin Gaol and was > wandering down a dismal corridor when a huge hairy prison officer seized > me and accused me of trying to escape from prison and thrust me into a > dismal, cold, damp grey cell where I am shivering in my chiffon frock and > hobnail boots. I tried to protest my innocence by explaining that I had > come into the prison, not escaping from it, and now I am charged with > breaking into the prison - so all you guys had better be careful when you > arrive! I have heard a tap-tap-tapping on the wall and have been tapping > back and I think it must be Ed incarcerated in the next cell. Help, help, > help, please come and rescue us. Meanwhile, a food parcel would not be > sniffed at ... > > Best wishes, Joan who wishes she were back in Colorado! > > > ------------------------------- > Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com > with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, > MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. > > Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to > CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message