There sat the Queen
in all her splendid wonder,
on Her throne,
Head held high on a long,
straight neck,
Arms in position for defense
With wrists hanging limp
over the arm of her chair.
She seems infallible.
She looks immoveable.
Her eyes hold steady,
yet, like urchins peeping
from behind a curtain,
Emotions peer out
from behind the round dark
hiding place in her eyes.
afraid to be caught in their
fearful state.
The Queen rules.
She is decisive.
She seems strong.
She appears as if nothing
......... can unsettle the queen.
revised 4/23/2010
copyright Rosalie Dean Kelsey
THE OCEAN, THE MUSIC, YOUR SOUL
July 25, 2009
March 10, 2009
ELEANOR OF AQUITAINE
The 31st of March marks the anniversary of the death of Eleanor of Aquitaine...1204.
Eleanor was an amazing woman of her time. Some facts about her:
She was "confined to quarters" for sixteen years by her very in-charge husband, who felt threatened by her determinations. Her address for that time was, Tower of London. It was
basically a condominium of the time, with prisoner quarters included, but usually comfy ones for the the more respectable VIP's.
Married twice, her first husband was a bit of a prude and is known to have flogged himself often for his relationship with her. ~_~?? The pope at the time refused a divorce for them until an exasperated Eleanor conjured up that she was too closely related to Louis to be married to him. The divorce was finally granted for those reasons.
Once freed from this unhappy situation, she was unwittingly or not married to Henry II, from whom we get our line. It has been debated whether she initially agreed to this, arranged it herself, or was not even initially consulted about it.
She was the grand-daughter of Duke William the IX, poet and composer, patron of the arts, known and loved for his talent for song and also his good looks. Eleanor is credited for creating her own school of Love and Poetry, a Court mediating Romantic Disputes, promoting Romantic Love and Celebration of the Feminine. ....our kind of woman.
Eleanor was the mother of Ten Children. Two were with King Louis, Marie and Alix. The others, with Henry included the well-known kings of England, Richard and John.
Family disputes and arguments being what they can be, the aforementioned sons eventually were able to rally their forces and rescued their mother from her 'confinement' in the Tower. They went on to release all prisoners of the realm. Must we point out that this was against their father's wishes and therefore, battle ensued. Henry died in battle, fighting his sons and Eleanore too. Ah, they were always arguing about something.
Eleanore lived to support her sons in their kingship, and see to it that her daughters married well. She was full of beauty and grace, strength and compassion, and her grandfather's love of poetry and finer things in life. She was also fiercely devoted to her causes and remarkably brave. I think she must have made one wonderful grandma.
Note that our dear Grandpapa Henry's birthday is mentioned in the Birthday blog.....March 5, 1133.
Eleanor was an amazing woman of her time. Some facts about her:
She was "confined to quarters" for sixteen years by her very in-charge husband, who felt threatened by her determinations. Her address for that time was, Tower of London. It was
basically a condominium of the time, with prisoner quarters included, but usually comfy ones for the the more respectable VIP's.
Married twice, her first husband was a bit of a prude and is known to have flogged himself often for his relationship with her. ~_~?? The pope at the time refused a divorce for them until an exasperated Eleanor conjured up that she was too closely related to Louis to be married to him. The divorce was finally granted for those reasons.
Once freed from this unhappy situation, she was unwittingly or not married to Henry II, from whom we get our line. It has been debated whether she initially agreed to this, arranged it herself, or was not even initially consulted about it.
She was the grand-daughter of Duke William the IX, poet and composer, patron of the arts, known and loved for his talent for song and also his good looks. Eleanor is credited for creating her own school of Love and Poetry, a Court mediating Romantic Disputes, promoting Romantic Love and Celebration of the Feminine. ....our kind of woman.
Eleanor was the mother of Ten Children. Two were with King Louis, Marie and Alix. The others, with Henry included the well-known kings of England, Richard and John.
Family disputes and arguments being what they can be, the aforementioned sons eventually were able to rally their forces and rescued their mother from her 'confinement' in the Tower. They went on to release all prisoners of the realm. Must we point out that this was against their father's wishes and therefore, battle ensued. Henry died in battle, fighting his sons and Eleanore too. Ah, they were always arguing about something.
Eleanore lived to support her sons in their kingship, and see to it that her daughters married well. She was full of beauty and grace, strength and compassion, and her grandfather's love of poetry and finer things in life. She was also fiercely devoted to her causes and remarkably brave. I think she must have made one wonderful grandma.
Note that our dear Grandpapa Henry's birthday is mentioned in the Birthday blog.....March 5, 1133.
January 06, 2009
THE EYES HAVE IT
Sometimes when I'm playing around with my blogspots and rearanging everything, I have to remind myself that I'm not making a photo album and this is not the place to post every photograph I have. I love pictures. The ones that are especially good want to be out where I can look at them often everyday.
Khrystine and I were looking through my computer files the other day at the photo albums I have there at the older pictures of Daddy and Mama and Diana, who have all three passed away now. She often commented on how handsome her grandfather was and how beautiful her grandmother or Aunt Diana were. Daddy was handsome and Mama and Diana are pretty.
I wondered if I had thought that about them very much when they were here. I probably didn't think too much about it and I probably was most concerned about my own beauty and looks for the largest part of my time. Ahh, Vanity....my middle name. Daddy was a very good looking man. His eyes, a sort of blue sage green color, had an understated twinkle, and somehow, when I saw them twinkle I could tell that whatever he was telling me was true. It was the happines sparkling through. There was sincerety in his perfect smile....hmm, maybe that's where my kid's perfect smiles come from. He had beautiful, straight teeth and a smile that looked like it might have been painted on to be just right. Stephen has these features with that same happy love-you-with-tickles look when he's laughing and loving life. Khrystine has always had a perfectly "painted on" smile.
Mama had light blue eyes...Sessions eyes she called them, those "white Sessions eyes." She didn't like them. Why do we often dislike the very thing that makes us unique and special??!! Not very many people have truly blue eyes. Karen does and so does Gina...perfectly blue eyes. And I've heard they might be a disappearing feature in this world. Mama'a eyes twinkled, like the said cat that swallowed the said canary. She knew little secrets and harbored surprises. And she didn't give them up so easily. A favorite thing I remember that she would say, usually when one of the kids was trying to squirm out of being called on the carpet for something, was " You've got a black spot in your eye." Of course everyone has a black spot in their eye...the pupil. But it always made us squirm a bit and re-think what we were saying at the time. Funny enough, nobody ever seemed to realize she was just stating a fact. It seemed like she knew what you were really thinking or not saying exactly straight. Mama was always grinning when she said this. She knew nobody was actually telling lies here, but they needed to be a bit more honest with themselves.
Khrystine also commented more than once on how pretty/beautiful her Aunt Diana was. This surprised me a little as no one ever thought of Diana as overy pretty. Shelly and I were the pretty/glamorous ones and we weren't much interested in anyone else. Selfish twits we were. Now I see pictures of Diana or Marie and I realize they were the pretty ones. They had very sweet spirits and they really outshone us divas when it comes to beauty and inner spirituali
ty as well. They win...we lose. Too bad. I'm glad Khrystine would point that out.
I've heard a statement somewhere, that says we have death to teach us the value of life. I find it interesting that when it's all over and done, the life of our loved ones has taken on a patina that just might be a little different than what we thought we were looking at along life's way. It's good to have a second chance to think things over and muse over old photographs.
Khrystine and I were looking through my computer files the other day at the photo albums I have there at the older pictures of Daddy and Mama and Diana, who have all three passed away now. She often commented on how handsome her grandfather was and how beautiful her grandmother or Aunt Diana were. Daddy was handsome and Mama and Diana are pretty.
I wondered if I had thought that about them very much when they were here. I probably didn't think too much about it and I probably was most concerned about my own beauty and looks for the largest part of my time. Ahh, Vanity....my middle name. Daddy was a very good looking man. His eyes, a sort of blue sage green color, had an understated twinkle, and somehow, when I saw them twinkle I could tell that whatever he was telling me was true. It was the happines sparkling through. There was sincerety in his perfect smile....hmm, maybe that's where my kid's perfect smiles come from. He had beautiful, straight teeth and a smile that looked like it might have been painted on to be just right. Stephen has these features with that same happy love-you-with-tickles look when he's laughing and loving life. Khrystine has always had a perfectly "painted on" smile.
Mama had light blue eyes...Sessions eyes she called them, those "white Sessions eyes." She didn't like them. Why do we often dislike the very thing that makes us unique and special??!! Not very many people have truly blue eyes. Karen does and so does Gina...perfectly blue eyes. And I've heard they might be a disappearing feature in this world. Mama'a eyes twinkled, like the said cat that swallowed the said canary. She knew little secrets and harbored surprises. And she didn't give them up so easily. A favorite thing I remember that she would say, usually when one of the kids was trying to squirm out of being called on the carpet for something, was " You've got a black spot in your eye." Of course everyone has a black spot in their eye...the pupil. But it always made us squirm a bit and re-think what we were saying at the time. Funny enough, nobody ever seemed to realize she was just stating a fact. It seemed like she knew what you were really thinking or not saying exactly straight. Mama was always grinning when she said this. She knew nobody was actually telling lies here, but they needed to be a bit more honest with themselves.
Khrystine also commented more than once on how pretty/beautiful her Aunt Diana was. This surprised me a little as no one ever thought of Diana as overy pretty. Shelly and I were the pretty/glamorous ones and we weren't much interested in anyone else. Selfish twits we were. Now I see pictures of Diana or Marie and I realize they were the pretty ones. They had very sweet spirits and they really outshone us divas when it comes to beauty and inner spirituali
ty as well. They win...we lose. Too bad. I'm glad Khrystine would point that out.I've heard a statement somewhere, that says we have death to teach us the value of life. I find it interesting that when it's all over and done, the life of our loved ones has taken on a patina that just might be a little different than what we thought we were looking at along life's way. It's good to have a second chance to think things over and muse over old photographs.
November 21, 2008
WILLIAM HENRY HARRISON DEAN
Today is Henry Harrison Dean's birthday. He is 215 years old, born in 1793. Henry Harrison was born in Patrick Virginia, the first Henry Harrison, son of William Henry Harrison Dean, who had come from England. He is Daddy/Grandpa's great-great-grandfather.It has been generally concluded that Wm Henry Harrison was a man from Dean, England, which he always wrote next to his name thus:William Henry Harrison, Dean, England.His sons may have followed the same practice. This garnered them the new last name of Dean. Both boys and grandsons of the first - Wm H. H. Dean - in our line have the middle name of Harrison, which is unusual unless, this is what happened and they were preserving the original name of Harrison, which migrated to being their middle names. I can't help wondering what all transpired for this to come about, how many times they were called by the 'wrong' name -Dean- before they finally gave in.Did the younger boys argue with their fathers to aquiesce to the new name? It is likely public records stated the surname as Dean, for one thing and it may have been an argument that they just didn't win. There has been a lot of searching done for the original Dean, England and William Henry Harrison. As far as I know, nothing has shown up. So we are Deans. It's a good name.
November 01, 2008
NOVEMBER BIRTHDAYS
1 November1629 ROSE STOUGHTON Stoughton-Surrey-England
md Richard Otis ....Marble, Williams,Tibbetts, Pinkham
married and died in Dover..Strafford, New Hampshire
2 November 1684 ELEANOR GETCHALL Salisbury, Essex, Mass.
Levi Jackman's great-great grandmother
7 November 1624 ELEANOR EMERY Romsey, Hampshire, England
follows Jackman-Carr-Emery/Bailey line
13 November 1312 EDWARD III Windsor Castle, England
15 November 1961 MARK...(the dad)
15 November 1739 SAMUEL MEACHAM Norwich, New London, Conn.
md Phoebe Main...Marble-Hanchett-Meacham line
16 November 1747 PHOEBE MAIN Stonington-New London-Conn.
see above Marinda Hanchett's great-grandmother
17 November 1493 JOHN NEVILLE Snape Hall, Yorkshire, England
19 November 1542 ROGER TWISDEN
Royden Hall - East Peckham - Kent - England
Dean.. Hiatt..Vane... Twisden line
19 November 1793 HENRY HARRISON DEAN [I] Patrick, Virginia
Mary Frances Dean's grandfather..Bob Dean's great-great-grandmother James Dickson Dean's father
22 November 1428 RICHARD NEVILLE "the Kingmaker"
23 November - Drew
23 November 1754 RHODA SEXTON Springfield, Hampden, Mass.
md Nehemian Harmon ....Mary Barber's daughter
Ludinda Harmon ( wife of Levi Jackman)'s grandmother
24 November 1649 HANNAH BARNARD Salisbury, Essex, Mass.
Jackman-Carr-Greeley-Stevens line Elizabeth Carr's gr.-gr-grmother
26 November 1715 MARY BARBER Springfield-Hampden-Mass
md George Sexton....Rhoda Sexton's mother
30 November Vicki's little VICTORIA
30 November 1723 MARY THOMAS Hopewell Mm, Frederick, Virginia
md John Hiatt.... Mary Frances Dean's gr.-gr.-grandmother
md Richard Otis ....Marble, Williams,Tibbetts, Pinkham
married and died in Dover..Strafford, New Hampshire
2 November 1684 ELEANOR GETCHALL Salisbury, Essex, Mass.
Levi Jackman's great-great grandmother
7 November 1624 ELEANOR EMERY Romsey, Hampshire, England
follows Jackman-Carr-Emery/Bailey line
13 November 1312 EDWARD III Windsor Castle, England
15 November 1961 MARK...(the dad)
15 November 1739 SAMUEL MEACHAM Norwich, New London, Conn.
md Phoebe Main...Marble-Hanchett-Meacham line
16 November 1747 PHOEBE MAIN Stonington-New London-Conn.
see above Marinda Hanchett's great-grandmother
17 November 1493 JOHN NEVILLE Snape Hall, Yorkshire, England
19 November 1542 ROGER TWISDEN
Royden Hall - East Peckham - Kent - England
Dean.. Hiatt..Vane... Twisden line
19 November 1793 HENRY HARRISON DEAN [I] Patrick, Virginia
Mary Frances Dean's grandfather..Bob Dean's great-great-grandmother James Dickson Dean's father
22 November 1428 RICHARD NEVILLE "the Kingmaker"
23 November - Drew
23 November 1754 RHODA SEXTON Springfield, Hampden, Mass.
md Nehemian Harmon ....Mary Barber's daughter
Ludinda Harmon ( wife of Levi Jackman)'s grandmother
24 November 1649 HANNAH BARNARD Salisbury, Essex, Mass.
Jackman-Carr-Greeley-Stevens line Elizabeth Carr's gr.-gr-grmother
26 November 1715 MARY BARBER Springfield-Hampden-Mass
md George Sexton....Rhoda Sexton's mother
30 November Vicki's little VICTORIA
30 November 1723 MARY THOMAS Hopewell Mm, Frederick, Virginia
md John Hiatt.... Mary Frances Dean's gr.-gr.-grandmother
October 01, 2008
OCTOBER BIRTHDAYS
1 October 1206 Henry 111
Winchester Hampshire England
3 October 1728 James (of Old Salisbury) Carr
father of Elizabeth Carr...Levi Jackman's grandfather
5 October 1945 Mama and Daddy lost their baby.
He was the only boy born to them...born stillborn.
7 October BENJAMIN....
7 October 1674 John Merrill
Newbury Massachusetts
Moses French Jackman's great grandfather
Levi Jackman's great great grandfather
7 October 1677 Benjamin Stevens
Salisbury Essex Massachusetts
Elizabeth Carr's great grandfather
12 October 1651 Mary Mercy Barber
Windsor Hartford Connecticut
Sarah Harmon's grandmother
14 October 1924 Guillaume De Normandy
16 October 1995 Grandpa Bob passed away
18 October 1262 Randolph De Neville
Raby Durham England
md Eupheme Fitzroger Clavering
Dean Hiatt Thatcher Vane Wray Cecil Neville
21 October 1786 Sarah Harmon
Rupert Bennington Vermont
Lucinda Harmon's mom (Lucinda married Levi Jackman)
29 October 1829 William Lorenzo Marble
Huntsburg Ohio
Winchester Hampshire England
3 October 1728 James (of Old Salisbury) Carr
father of Elizabeth Carr...Levi Jackman's grandfather
5 October 1945 Mama and Daddy lost their baby.
He was the only boy born to them...born stillborn.
7 October BENJAMIN....
7 October 1674 John Merrill
Newbury Massachusetts
Moses French Jackman's great grandfather
Levi Jackman's great great grandfather
7 October 1677 Benjamin Stevens
Salisbury Essex Massachusetts
Elizabeth Carr's great grandfather
12 October 1651 Mary Mercy Barber
Windsor Hartford Connecticut
Sarah Harmon's grandmother
14 October 1924 Guillaume De Normandy
16 October 1995 Grandpa Bob passed away
18 October 1262 Randolph De Neville
Raby Durham England
md Eupheme Fitzroger Clavering
Dean Hiatt Thatcher Vane Wray Cecil Neville
21 October 1786 Sarah Harmon
Rupert Bennington Vermont
Lucinda Harmon's mom (Lucinda married Levi Jackman)
29 October 1829 William Lorenzo Marble
Huntsburg Ohio
August 28, 2008
GRANDMOTHER JACKMAN
One of the prettiest names I've ever heard is Sarah Marinda Marble. I love the rolling alliteration. This lady has been best known as Grandmother Jackman. She married Daniel Wells Jackman 1 November 1878.
They had fifteen children. As the story goes when the last baby was born, it was twin boys, Golden and Rulon. Grandmother Jackman had given birth to thirteen other children. "If they're going to start coming in pairs," declared the good woman, " then I quit!" She was a good mother, teaching her children principles of righteousness and honesty. They all loved her as did the grandchildren. Daddy was one of those. He often talked about Grandmother Jackman's yard and garden and the "fruit trees of every kind, even almond and walnut trees." Daddy also told us that his grandmother could be found almost any day whistling a joyful tune or singing a little song. I have since come to notice our James whistling as he goes about. He sounds so nice, it's such a pretty sound, that it reminds about Grandmother Jackman.
I've been told by older cousins who actually were priveleged to know her in life, how happy her dark brown eyes were and how they danced and smiled. Sarah died 15 July 1949 in Blackfoot, Idaho where she lived with her daughter,Emily Snyder, and her family. Because Daddy loved her, he taught us to love and respect her. I miss her although I never did know her in this life. I know she was a lovely lady. In the photograph above, Grandmother Jackman is seated center/front. It is her daughter Amy, Daddy's beloved mother, who stands directly behind her.
They had fifteen children. As the story goes when the last baby was born, it was twin boys, Golden and Rulon. Grandmother Jackman had given birth to thirteen other children. "If they're going to start coming in pairs," declared the good woman, " then I quit!" She was a good mother, teaching her children principles of righteousness and honesty. They all loved her as did the grandchildren. Daddy was one of those. He often talked about Grandmother Jackman's yard and garden and the "fruit trees of every kind, even almond and walnut trees." Daddy also told us that his grandmother could be found almost any day whistling a joyful tune or singing a little song. I have since come to notice our James whistling as he goes about. He sounds so nice, it's such a pretty sound, that it reminds about Grandmother Jackman.
I've been told by older cousins who actually were priveleged to know her in life, how happy her dark brown eyes were and how they danced and smiled. Sarah died 15 July 1949 in Blackfoot, Idaho where she lived with her daughter,Emily Snyder, and her family. Because Daddy loved her, he taught us to love and respect her. I miss her although I never did know her in this life. I know she was a lovely lady. In the photograph above, Grandmother Jackman is seated center/front. It is her daughter Amy, Daddy's beloved mother, who stands directly behind her.
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