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King Henry VIII
Chief Publisher Honcho and Bling designer.
Clothing the King of England
By Carol Mason.
Ray is a big guy, I have known him for decades and he has always
been big, bald with a red beard. It was always in the back of my
mind that he looked familiar, you know what I mean, like I’ve always
known him well before we met. But, it was when he asked me to
make him a King Henry VIII costume that it struck me where it was
his face stuck in my memory. It was in school, History lessons and
King Henry VIII that most fearsome of monarchs was my idol. He
had command over all those wives and wore costumes to his own
design which certainly created fashions in the Tudor courts.
Now he was Ray on my doorstep with a sketch of the costume he
wanted, his first statement was ,””Now don’t laugh because I’m
serious.” I didn’t laugh, though my two daughters had to go into the
kitchen to stop giggling. I didn’t laugh because I was going to have
to make this costume and it was going to be a challenge. I was at
the time in need of funds, Ray put money in my hand, telling me to
get on with it and if any more money is needed just ask, which I did.
The costume took 6 weeks to design, pattern, make and adjust. The
day arrived in August 2004, the suit was ready, Ray put it on,
beaming with a smile that told me he was delighted. My God! Ray
became King Henry VIII that second he put that hat on, the girls
were speechless, Ray’s wife was speechless, I was speechless.
Only Ray could talk, and he had suddenly changed his voice to
Henry’s commanding tone. Ray had managed to get a booking for
three days in a local Tudor hall starting the very next day. How he
had the nerve to do it without any rehearsals I will never know, he
brought the house down.
The suit needed some changes after the
gig, Velcro instead of eye/hooks, shoulder
pads to give the aggressive look, a large
green feather to the hat. But to this day
that suit is still used, another under-suit
was made a year later and I’m now
making Ray a new bronze suit. He works
for 200 gigs per year, his photograph has
been all over the UK, TV, Newspapers
and Magazines. I’m so proud of the suit
and the way Ray shows it to its best. He
asked me the other day about Queen
Elizabeth I, I wonder just what he’s up to
now?
Castles in a nutshell
By Stuart Bazga
Since Greek and Roman times, man has strived to establish some type of a fortification for protection and shelter.
Over the pursuing centuries these evolved into a form of military and residential places known as castles.
When William the Conqueror, conquered England in 1066, his armies quickly erected wooden palisades (a fence of
stakes or iron railings forming an enclosure or defence) establishing a presence in the former Saxon kingdoms.
Many of these fortresses were constructed on sites that had previously been fortified in pre-Roman times, then by
the Romans themselves and lastly by the Saxons who established the first kingdoms there.
As times became less turbulent and settled, the Normans became integrated into every day life and were eventually
accepted by the local populace. These wooden palisades slowly began to disappear, to be replaced with stone. Any
new fortifications built from that time onward were constructed entirely from stone.
In Europe, this manifested into a design consisting of a single tower and outer buildings.
In the mountains there was no shortage of rocky hilltops on which to build these new bastions. In the lower lying
areas, however, islands and peninsulas were much sought after for their ease of defence.
In the British Isles the Normans began to dig ditches to create a small hill or mound when one couldn’t be found to
build on. These mounds became the first "motte and bailey" castles, some of which were built on top of old Iron Age
hill forts.
A "motte" was the conical hill of dirt that was built as the main defence for the "keep", which was were the Lord and
his family resided and sought refuge whilst trying to govern their surrounding territory. The keep was basically a
tower with one room per floor and usually contained 3 to 4 floors.
Later, a walled area known as a “bailey” began to appear around the keep with another at the base of the motte. Its
function was to help protect the keep's support functions which grew up around the original tower: grain storage,
wood and metal workshops, military barracks, wells, chapels and sometimes a garden or a great hall where formal
functions and meetings were held.
Over the intervening years, the design and style of British castles would appear in various forms throughout the
castle building era.
Eventually, the motte itself began to be replaced with stone and a new style of British castle began to appear. These
castles were built without the motte altogether. The tower keep, however, remained.
The ditch that had separated the “motte” from the bailey became a moat (a deep, wide defensive ditch surrounding
a castle or town), either dry or stone-lined, or filled with water from a nearby river or lake. These Moats became a
significant part of the castles design.
In the 12th century, the Crusaders began their travels to the Middle East in the name of god, encountered a differing
style of castle to that which they had become accustomed to. One of the most popular style of castles encountered had
curtain walls with mural towers: palisades but with towers along its length from which to fire on attackers. This
developed into concentric walls, giving the besieging army multiple obstacles to overcome just to get into the castle.
The tower keep sometimes became part of the wall in this type of fortification.
The advent of gunpowder and the development in weaponry, i.e. muskets and cannon from the 13th to 15th century,
saw the rapid decline in the importance of building castles for defence, and yet again, another change in design.
Castles had to be built with thicker and thicker walls. Eventually, evolution caught up. Not being able to keep abreast of
technological advancements in fire power of the era, the defensive capability of these great castles was severely
diminished, causing them to become obsolete.
In the 18th and 19th century British castles were built for very different reasons. The Aristocracy, who were nostalgic for
the past, had the most wonderful and splendid castles built for their pleasure. The most passionate of these builders
was (Mad King) Ludwig of Bavaria in the 19th century and his fairytale castle - Neuschwanstein.
I hope you enjoyed The Evolution of the British Castle – A short history
If you want to find out about more of the histories that lie behind some of Europe’s
most picturesque, mysterious and notorious castles? Unravelling the legends and
myths behind some of their most celebrated and not so renowned castles in a voyage
of discovery and adventure…!
Then pay a visit to my website at Guide to Castles of Europe.
There you will discover the history and myths of some of Europe’s most famous
castles: Windsor Castle, The Tower of London, Dracula’s Castle and Blarney Castle
(the home of the Blarney stone) to name a few.
I look forward to sharing in your experiences and discoveries that you have made
from your journeys around Europe, visiting her many picturesque and unique Castles.
Send me a message with your tales and I will post them on my website, so that the
world can discover these hidden treasures too.
Best wishes and have a great day!
Stuart Bazga
www.guide-to-castles-of-europe.com
A Guide to Castles of Europe was born from childhood dreams and aspirations. It is
my hope to educate and stimulate you into exploring these castles for yourselves.
Stuart and “Henry”
Video Henry
By Bob Richards
My pictures from the
North East
Well, it had to happen. First there was Henry the King…then Henry the picture….and
finally (for now, anyway) Henry the mini-video.
Armed with a new video camera of astonishing quality obtained that day for the purpose
and a rough idea that I shouldn’t get between Henry and his audience I took on the task.
I had, of course, been getting into the swing of things. Wearing a baseball cap back-tofront; forming a little square with thumbs and first fingers when entering a room or
viewing a scene; calling everyone ‘Darling’ (well, until I met that dock worker); and
shouting ‘Cut’ or ‘Roll em’ at every opportunity…( ‘Roll what?’ I was asked...I suggested
eyes or a lot of sevens)….that’s all there was to it, I thought.
The day of the filming arrived. An evening audience with the King, attended by about
fifty ladies and one gentleman (no, I don’t know why either) at a local stately home. The
evening to consist of an initial audience with Henry, then a meal with the King, followed
by a tour of the Hall and a question and answer session.
I got the camera ready and stood in my place, carefully chosen to be near enough (for
sound pick-up) and far enough away (not to be intrusive). Having been made aware of
the filming the audience settled back to enjoy the evening and I settled down to relative
immobility, total silence and cramp in the hand holding the camera.
The evening was a real success – it had started about half an hour early and the impact
was so great it overran by about the same margin…and could have gone on longer.
The meal was very tasty and appreciated by all- and those lucky enough to share the
King’s table had a very special evening.
Everyone went home happy.
The video? Ah, I’m told it’s good, but at the time of writing I haven’t seen it yet. Instead
I’ve been looking at castles and eating places in the North East, from Holy Island to
South Shields and at points inland.
And in all that time I wasn’t tempted once to call any stranger ‘Darling’ (a good thing in
that part of the world) although I did take a lot of pictures.
Maybe Henry on location is next?!!!
Bob
Bishop James Pilkington
By Bill Walker
Another Local Hero from Tudor Times?
The February issue of this magazine carried an article about the search
for Myles Standish, a likely Lancastrian local hero who was born in 1584or was it 1587? Another local figure whose work was to make a major
impact upon the lives of others was James Pilkington of Rivington.
Although his origins and family are not cloaked in the obscurity which
surrounds Myles Standish, there are inevitably several areas for
conjecture as to his motives and movements at various times in his life.
The key facts of Pilkington’s life are clearly known: he was born the third
son of Richard, the lord of Rivington manor; his mother was from the
locally important Asshaw family of Hall i’th’ hill, Heath Charnock. His father
helped to re-endow Rivington church and saw three of his sons educated
for the church. James would have a home tutor or possibly time at one of
the local grammar schools such as Manchester. He took a degree at St.
John’s College, Cambridge in 1538 and was president of the College in
1552. By now he was licensed to preach under Edward VI and was vicar
of Kendal.
However the sixteenth century religious turmoil provided danger with
opportunity. As a gentleman of the educated Protestant clergy James was
comfortable under Henry VIII and his son Edward VI. But the latter died
young in 1553 and the prospect of the committed Catholic Queen Mary
caused James to take prudent exile in Zurich, then Basle and Frankfurt.
When Mary died in 1558 he could return as someone favourable to and to
be favoured by the Protestant Queen Elizabeth.
James may have helped revise the new prayer book, he soon became
Master of St. John’s in 1559, preached before the Queen urging the
production and education of more Protestant clergy and became bishop of
Durham in December 1560. In 1566 he founded one of the Elizabethan
free grammar schools in the village of his birth and lived to see it start
work before his death in 1576.
Bishops of Durham
1485-1494 John Shirwood
1494-1501 Richard Fox
1502-1505 William Sever
1507-1508 Christopher
Bainbridge
1509-1523 Thomas Ruthall
1523-1529 Thomas Wolsey
1530-1559 Cuthbert Tunstall
1561-1576 James Pilkington
1577-1587 Richard Barnes
1589-1595 Matthew Hutton
1595-1606 Tobias Matthew
Against gluttony and
drunkerdness.
Against excess of
apparel.
The outline of his life is simple enough but interesting questions remain about the
man himself. For example just how Protestant was he? He is sometimes
characterized as a zealous Puritan, a very keen reformer who fell under Calvin’s
influence whilst in exile. However there is much to point up his moderation- a
Protestant yes, a puritan no! He and others at Zurich and Frankfurt ignored all
continental recommendations to replace royal and Episcopal control over the
English church. On return he was a committed ( almost toadying?) supporter of
the royal supremacy. He was quite happy to accept the 1552 prayer book and had
no wish to go beyond it.
How godly was he? His commitment to education and prayer are praiseworthy;
one contemporary had him as a “grave and truly reverend man”. However he was
seen in Durham as “a pillaging bishop”, keen to maximize the revenues to be
accrued from the lands and rights of the bishopric. He was concerned to provide
rich dowries for his two daughters and positions for his three brothers- in addition
to some revenue for his grammar school. He was seen as abusive and scornful
towards his Catholic opponents- but then Durham would seem a very papist
diocese to a Protestant bishop!
How courageous was he? He was no Protestant martyr of Mary’s days, as almost
ninety souls a year were. With some 800 others, largely gentry and the better sort
he left Cambridge in good time and followed a very pleasant life in Frankfurt. On
his return he followed the new Queen’s exact line. Rivington Grammar School’s
correct title was “The Free Grammar school of Queen Elizabeth”. Later he was
careful to leave Durham a good month before the rebellious northern earls arrival
and had to be instructed to return in 1570. We find him seeking leave to London
again in 1573.
At this distance, through fragmentary and biased sources, it is hard to be too clear
about the man that was James Pilkington. However he was clearly shrewd,
educated and intelligent. He did survive, avoided extremes, saw to his family and
made a big difference locally in Lancashire through the quite genuine concern to
educate local men and foster the church. Possibly his course, character and
motivation were well set by his more shadowy father. In any event there is
sufficient for a local hero- if no Ridley or Erasmus!
The view from
Rivington
Bill Walker
March 2006
2006
The labouring man will take his
rest long in the morning; a good
piece of the day is spent afore he
come at his work; then he must
have his breakfast, though he
have not earned it at his
accustomed hour, or else there
is grudging and murmuring;
when the clock smiteth, he will
cast down his burden in the
midway, and whatsoever he is in
hand with, he will leave it as it is,
though many times it is marred
afore he come again; he may not
lose his meat, what danger
soever the work is in. At noon he
must have his sleeping time,
then his bever in the afternoon,
which spendeth a great part of
the day; and when his hour
cometh at night, at the first
stroke of the clock he casteth
down his tools, leaveth his work,
in what need or case soever the
work standeth.
-James Pilkington, Bishop
of Durham, ca. 1570
Ode to a Camera
By Ray Irving
It’s gracious promise unfulfilled, it’s truthfulness in doubt
It’s power unused to great sighs of disappointment
It’s task completed, it’s praise high and frequent
The camera from JVC did not work, it
had a bug in its programme software,
the computer had to be completely
reset with windows. Never a film seen
from it, not a single frame. The HDD
was supposed to be the next
generation the next level in the game,
but it failed. The replacement a Sony
Handy-cam best of the small, present
mini-disc cams lived up to its
reputation, delivered the films, easy to
use and cheaper.
It’s always with its master, it’s there for his eyes
Have I learned from this ordeal?
It’s value mere useless and its honeymoon soon over
It’s makers hiding in shame not trying to save their son
It’s task undertaken by it’s enemy, losing the battle without a
fight
It’s programme full of poison, it’s home ruined by its presence
It’s back to the shop, back to the makers in shame
It’s rival now it’s replacement, a promise fulfilled
Goodbye HDD liar, welcome handy-cam common-cam,
working-cam.
It’s a shame-cam
It’s the video camera world, only the successful survive.
It’s got to work or it’s goodbye.
No not really. I am still a gadget freak,
HDD is the way forward but when the
software makes it work.
Now give Henry a bit of a rest from all that religious grief, go and
research King James I, now there’s a rascal worth chasing!
I won’t directly give away any Royal secrets BUT!
How on Earth did Catesby do all that planning, get those cellars
under the Parliament, and have tons of Gunpowder stored there at
whatever cost it was? Impossible without inside help!
Never mind inside help what about inside ringleaders?
Catesby was set up, that’s why he was killed in the round-up to keep
his mouth shut, he was recruited by Salisbury to kill off the Stuart
dynasty and put a Papal Catholic on the throne to give the recusants
a new beginning.
Guido, sorry Guy Fawkes was a patsy, set up by Salisbury to be
caught red handed, so why did Salisbury seemingly commit treason?
He didn’t, I hear the cry of eureka! His boss was in on it too.
King James sick of recusant demands for Catholic tolerance got
together with his intelligent, but creepy chancellor to frame the Papal
Catholics into a plot to kill the King of England. They were eager to
plot, they were led by Catesby who was a charismatic Robin to their
meagre Hoods. Did it work I hear you say?
Sure did, the plotters were either killed in the fight or were publicly
executed with their hearts in the hands of the executioner, “here is the
heart of a traitor” keeping the crowds on the boil.
The bonus to this sinister plot and counter plot, was the trial and
execution of the innocent leader of the Jesuits, father Henry Garnet.
How many priests, recusant Catholics were killed or driven out of this
country will never be established, but this act of treason by the
Monarchy itself will never be surpassed as an act of utmost cunning
and cowardice.
The opinion of R.E.Cusant
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