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Ann Baer

Medieval Woman

  • Ruby Toppinghar citeretfor 4 år siden
    Rollo lived at the Hall, sleeping on a straw bed on the dais between Sir Hugh’s and Magda’s leather-curtained beds,
  • shnykinahar citeretfor 3 år siden
    A gust of wind, blowing in through the half-door, whirled the wood ash from the fire about and some of it settled on the milk in a wide wooden bucket. She went to close the half-door, but instead leant her aching head against the doorpost and looked down the garden and up into the steep forest beyond.
    Above the hazels and the briars, now in small leaf, the forest floor rose in sheet after sheet of misty bluebells, and with every gust of wind their sweet refreshing scent blew to her nostrils. It was a sight so brief, so immense, so familiar, and yet every year so unbelievable, that she stood there staring at it. She considered that the bluebells were some kind of special blessing visited on Down the Common cottagers – for all the other advantages Rockwell had, there were no bluebells in their woods. A brief easing of anxiety filled her mind.
  • shnykinahar citeretfor 3 år siden
    Marion looked down the garden, a gentle slope, with Peter and Peterkin digging near the bottom. The hedge on the right was full of silver ash twigs, dotted with black buds, sticking straight up above the bright green grass. Beyond the ditch at the end of the garden the forest sloped up steeply, bare of leaf – tall smooth beeches, roughened oaks, corrugated ashes, standing up on the red-brown leaf-mould earth through which patches of juicy bluebell leaves and dog’s mercury were now showing. Dotted about this steep wood were dark yew trees and the occasional wild cherry, misty white with opening blossom. Nearer to, in the undergrowth of elder and honeysuckle, hazel bushes were draped in long yellow catkins, sometimes straining out horizontally in the gusts of wind, then bouncing around as the wind released them. Marion looked to the left, beyond the garden fence and her apple tree, still only in tight bud, to the birch trees on the Common. The green veil that covered them today had hardly been apparent yesterday, and the snowy blackthorn in the hedge had thickened. She picked a primrose from a clump in the grass and sniffed its tiny velvety scent, then she called to Peter and Peterkin to come and eat. She went in herself and gave the primrose to Alice, showing her how to smell it first.
  • LaCollectionneusehar citeretfor 4 år siden
    She looked up to the brightening star and the swallows and swifts still screaming high above her. They will still be there, she thought, whizzing about, after I no longer see or hear. Days and nights, unknown to me will follow, and will be forever unknown
  • Ruby Toppinghar citeretfor 4 år siden
    one must not work on Sundays. This Commandment did not affect Marion for no one ever considered that this prohibition concerned women’s work. In fact women did not have ‘work’, they had ‘duties’ and it was their nature to fulfil them.
  • Ruby Toppinghar citeretfor 4 år siden
    There were Commandments and everyone knew there were ten of them, but they were not enumerated, and when asked for details Father John was as vague about them as anyone else. Some confusion prevailed
  • Ruby Toppinghar citeretfor 4 år siden
    long as she attended Mass it was up to God to look after her and her family in a benevolent way
  • Ruby Toppinghar citeretfor 4 år siden
    She was aware that in return for this unreliable protection she would have to behave in certain ways, but she had no particular sense of guilt or sin, nor did she feel any need to examine her mind or repent anything before going to Mass. Nor did she feel it behoved her to behave any differently after the sacrament. It did not put her into any awareness of God. As
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