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Listening to the new episode of my favourite podcast of all time this morning. Combines so much that I love: folk music, the outdoors, seasonality, walking, and human connection. A sprinkling of radical politics. And in this episode, history and a bit of folklore!
December ep of #FolkonFoot is the Wexford Carols with Caitriona O
Leary.I don't think Folk on Foot has a presence here, but I wish they did.
https://folkonfoot.com/episodes
#FolkMusic #FolkTradition #TraditionalMusic #Podcast #SaturdayListening #IrishMusic #ChristmasMusic #IrishHistory
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The #Ghosts of St Michael and All Angels:
Situated in the village of Ford, #Northumberland, overlooking the Milfield Plain, a rich area of pre-historic monuments, towards the Cheviot Hills. The oldest parts of the church are 13th Century and would have stood when James IV of Scotland took Ford Castle (behind me as I took the photo) before the Battle of #Flodden in 1513, fought just a few miles to the west.
Both the church and the castle were heavily renovated in the 19th Century.
The old Rectory used to stand between the church and the castle, said to have been a very old house, but now gone without a trace. A guest who stayed there once, in a room in a narrow wing facing the castle to the north, reported being disturbed in the night by a 'violent shaking' of the bed curtains, and a voice in her ear said twice, "This is not a spare room.".
On another occasion in the late 18th Century, two men of the village, one of them the schoolmaster, passed the churchyard after dark and saw the Rector (priest) standing in the moonlight, as if preparing to take a funeral. He then walked away and passed into the church. At the time, the Rector was very ill in bed, and died soon afterwards.
It was a traditional belief in the area that to be buried to the north of the church was a terrible thing, although it was noted that this belief had died out by the end of the 19th Century.
#History #Folklore #Stories #FolkStories #FolkHistory #GhostStories #Haunting #Supernatural @folklore
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The #Ghosts of St Michael and All Angels:
Situated in the village of Ford, #Northumberland, overlooking the Milfield Plain, a rich area of pre-historic monuments, towards the Cheviot Hills. The oldest parts of the church are 13th Century and would have stood when James IV of Scotland took Ford Castle (behind me as I took the photo) before the Battle of #Flodden in 1513, fought just a few miles to the west.
Both the church and the castle were heavily renovated in the 19th Century.
The old Rectory used to stand between the church and the castle, said to have been a very old house, but now gone without a trace. A guest who stayed there once, in a room in a narrow wing facing the castle to the north, reported being disturbed in the night by a 'violent shaking' of the bed curtains, and a voice in her ear said twice, "This is not a spare room.".
On another occasion in the late 18th Century, two men of the village, one of them the schoolmaster, passed the churchyard after dark and saw the Rector (priest) standing in the moonlight, as if preparing to take a funeral. He then walked away and passed into the church. At the time, the Rector was very ill in bed, and died soon afterwards.
It was a traditional belief in the area that to be buried to the north of the church was a terrible thing, although it was noted that this belief had died out by the end of the 19th Century.
#History #Folklore #Stories #FolkStories #FolkHistory #GhostStories #Haunting #Supernatural @folklore
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The #Ghosts of St Michael and All Angels:
Situated in the village of Ford, #Northumberland, overlooking the Milfield Plain, a rich area of pre-historic monuments, towards the Cheviot Hills. The oldest parts of the church are 13th Century and would have stood when James IV of Scotland took Ford Castle (behind me as I took the photo) before the Battle of #Flodden in 1513, fought just a few miles to the west.
Both the church and the castle were heavily renovated in the 19th Century.
The old Rectory used to stand between the church and the castle, said to have been a very old house, but now gone without a trace. A guest who stayed there once, in a room in a narrow wing facing the castle to the north, reported being disturbed in the night by a 'violent shaking' of the bed curtains, and a voice in her ear said twice, "This is not a spare room.".
On another occasion in the late 18th Century, two men of the village, one of them the schoolmaster, passed the churchyard after dark and saw the Rector (priest) standing in the moonlight, as if preparing to take a funeral. He then walked away and passed into the church. At the time, the Rector was very ill in bed, and died soon afterwards.
It was a traditional belief in the area that to be buried to the north of the church was a terrible thing, although it was noted that this belief had died out by the end of the 19th Century.
#History #Folklore #Stories #FolkStories #FolkHistory #GhostStories #Haunting #Supernatural @folklore
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The #Ghosts of St Michael and All Angels:
Situated in the village of Ford, #Northumberland, overlooking the Milfield Plain, a rich area of pre-historic monuments, towards the Cheviot Hills. The oldest parts of the church are 13th Century and would have stood when James IV of Scotland took Ford Castle (behind me as I took the photo) before the Battle of #Flodden in 1513, fought just a few miles to the west.
Both the church and the castle were heavily renovated in the 19th Century.
The old Rectory used to stand between the church and the castle, said to have been a very old house, but now gone without a trace. A guest who stayed there once, in a room in a narrow wing facing the castle to the north, reported being disturbed in the night by a 'violent shaking' of the bed curtains, and a voice in her ear said twice, "This is not a spare room.".
On another occasion in the late 18th Century, two men of the village, one of them the schoolmaster, passed the churchyard after dark and saw the Rector (priest) standing in the moonlight, as if preparing to take a funeral. He then walked away and passed into the church. At the time, the Rector was very ill in bed, and died soon afterwards.
It was a traditional belief in the area that to be buried to the north of the church was a terrible thing, although it was noted that this belief had died out by the end of the 19th Century.
#History #Folklore #Stories #FolkStories #FolkHistory #GhostStories #Haunting #Supernatural @folklore
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The #Ghosts of St Michael and All Angels:
Situated in the village of Ford, #Northumberland, overlooking the Milfield Plain, a rich area of pre-historic monuments, towards the Cheviot Hills. The oldest parts of the church are 13th Century and would have stood when James IV of Scotland took Ford Castle (behind me as I took the photo) before the Battle of #Flodden in 1513, fought just a few miles to the west.
Both the church and the castle were heavily renovated in the 19th Century.
The old Rectory used to stand between the church and the castle, said to have been a very old house, but now gone without a trace. A guest who stayed there once, in a room in a narrow wing facing the castle to the north, reported being disturbed in the night by a 'violent shaking' of the bed curtains, and a voice in her ear said twice, "This is not a spare room.".
On another occasion in the late 18th Century, two men of the village, one of them the schoolmaster, passed the churchyard after dark and saw the Rector (priest) standing in the moonlight, as if preparing to take a funeral. He then walked away and passed into the church. At the time, the Rector was very ill in bed, and died soon afterwards.
It was a traditional belief in the area that to be buried to the north of the church was a terrible thing, although it was noted that this belief had died out by the end of the 19th Century.
#History #Folklore #Stories #FolkStories #FolkHistory #GhostStories #Haunting #Supernatural @folklore
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One time I started a blog that was going to be posts about what I style 'folk history': little essays on the stories I've uncovered in my (entirely hobbyist) researches into folk belief, local history, and the more interesting bits of my family history, against a background of social history of the times.
Typically of me, I set it all up, got one post in, and never wrote anymore. But since people seem to like that sort of thing on here, maybe I'll resurrect it?
For what it's worth, this is that one post, a story of my direct ancestor and the convict transports of the 1830s (which I optimistically styled 'part 1 of 2'): https://pastpathways.wordpress.com/2021/07/12/a-transportation-story-part-1-the-cattle-thief/
#ancestry #genealogy #FamilyHistory #SocialHistory #FolkHistory #EnglishHistory #AustralianHistory #ConvictTransports #CrimeHistory #CrimeAndPunishment #19thCentury #Geneadons #PatrickFamily #Norfolk #NorfolkHistory
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One time I started a blog that was going to be posts about what I style 'folk history': little essays on the stories I've uncovered in my (entirely hobbyist) researches into folk belief, local history, and the more interesting bits of my family history, against a background of social history of the times.
Typically of me, I set it all up, got one post in, and never wrote anymore. But since people seem to like that sort of thing on here, maybe I'll resurrect it?
For what it's worth, this is that one post, a story of my direct ancestor and the convict transports of the 1830s (which I optimistically styled 'part 1 of 2'): https://pastpathways.wordpress.com/2021/07/12/a-transportation-story-part-1-the-cattle-thief/
#ancestry #genealogy #FamilyHistory #SocialHistory #FolkHistory #EnglishHistory #AustralianHistory #ConvictTransports #CrimeHistory #CrimeAndPunishment #19thCentury #Geneadons #PatrickFamily #Norfolk #NorfolkHistory
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One time I started a blog that was going to be posts about what I style 'folk history': little essays on the stories I've uncovered in my (entirely hobbyist) researches into folk belief, local history, and the more interesting bits of my family history, against a background of social history of the times.
Typically of me, I set it all up, got one post in, and never wrote anymore. But since people seem to like that sort of thing on here, maybe I'll resurrect it?
For what it's worth, this is that one post, a story of my direct ancestor and the convict transports of the 1830s (which I optimistically styled 'part 1 of 2'): https://pastpathways.wordpress.com/2021/07/12/a-transportation-story-part-1-the-cattle-thief/
#ancestry #genealogy #FamilyHistory #SocialHistory #FolkHistory #EnglishHistory #AustralianHistory #ConvictTransports #CrimeHistory #CrimeAndPunishment #19thCentury #Geneadons #PatrickFamily #Norfolk #NorfolkHistory
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One time I started a blog that was going to be posts about what I style 'folk history': little essays on the stories I've uncovered in my (entirely hobbyist) researches into folk belief, local history, and the more interesting bits of my family history, against a background of social history of the times.
Typically of me, I set it all up, got one post in, and never wrote anymore. But since people seem to like that sort of thing on here, maybe I'll resurrect it?
For what it's worth, this is that one post, a story of my direct ancestor and the convict transports of the 1830s (which I optimistically styled 'part 1 of 2'): https://pastpathways.wordpress.com/2021/07/12/a-transportation-story-part-1-the-cattle-thief/
#ancestry #genealogy #FamilyHistory #SocialHistory #FolkHistory #EnglishHistory #AustralianHistory #ConvictTransports #CrimeHistory #CrimeAndPunishment #19thCentury #Geneadons #PatrickFamily #Norfolk #NorfolkHistory
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One time I started a blog that was going to be posts about what I style 'folk history': little essays on the stories I've uncovered in my (entirely hobbyist) researches into folk belief, local history, and the more interesting bits of my family history, against a background of social history of the times.
Typically of me, I set it all up, got one post in, and never wrote anymore. But since people seem to like that sort of thing on here, maybe I'll resurrect it?
For what it's worth, this is that one post, a story of my direct ancestor and the convict transports of the 1830s (which I optimistically styled 'part 1 of 2'): https://pastpathways.wordpress.com/2021/07/12/a-transportation-story-part-1-the-cattle-thief/
#ancestry #genealogy #FamilyHistory #SocialHistory #FolkHistory #EnglishHistory #AustralianHistory #ConvictTransports #CrimeHistory #CrimeAndPunishment #19thCentury #Geneadons #PatrickFamily #Norfolk #NorfolkHistory
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Spot the winter hare.
Brown hares are common here; I usually see several on my walks, and in the snow their tracks are everywhere. Unlike mountain hares, they don't turn white in winter, so they're easily spotted in the frost.
Hares feature heavily in British folklore. Appearing mostly at dusk, with their big ears and eyes, and their gangling legs, there's something otherworldly about them as they slip along the hedgerows on their secret paths.
Several tales tell of witches able to transform themselves into hares; this belief seems to go back at least as far as the 17th century, as it was told in the Somerset witchcraft trial of Julian Cox in 1663. The Northumbrian story of Nancy Scott of Acklington is similar, except that in Nancy's case, she outwitted the huntsman and survived.
Was Nancy, a folkloric figure for whom no evidence exists, based on Julian? Or was the story used to convict Julian simply based on popular beliefs about shapeshifting witches and hares of the time?
Another Border tale tells us of the time the great wizard, Michael Scot, was turned into a hare against his will by an old farmer's wife practising witchcraft.
So treat the big-eyed hare with respect, for you never know who you're dealing with!
#Northumberland #ScottishBorders #Folklore #Lore #Folktales #Stories #Storytelling #Witchcraft #HareLore #BrownHare #Winter #Magic @folklore
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The sound of water rushing and trickling through ice-choked channels.
#frostodon #ice #weather #winter #Northumberland #December #IceFormation #WaterfallWednesday
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A little winter #story to go with this picture.
Some time in the 19th Century, when there were a few more cottages to this farm hamlet than are there now, there was an old stone well, where the cottagers drew their water.
One Christmas Day, a little child named Maggie went with her mother to the well. It was evening, the ground was icy, and Maggie slipped and fell into the well. Her mother rushed to the nearest house, where the family was hosting some Christmas visitors, including a young blacksmith.
The young man ran to the well, jumped onto the rope, and slid down it. Just above the water level, his feet met a wooden beam, and there he found little Maggie clinging, wet and freezing. Between him and the folk above, they were able to tie a rope around her and pull her up. The child recovered, and the young blacksmith, whose name was Ross, was hailed as a hero.
There's no magical twist to this story, because it's a true one (or claimed to be), recorded many years later by the parish vicar. There's no date attached to it, so the identity of the protagonists is a mystery. So is the location of the well, long since covered over and forgotten!
#FolkHistory #LocalHistory #19thCentury #stories #Northumberland #Winter #Storytelling #ChristmasStories
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The monster barely stayed still long enough to be photographed.
#DogsOfMastodon #RescueDogs #ChocolateLabrador #LabradorRetriever
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The monster barely stayed still long enough to be photographed.
#DogsOfMastodon #RescueDogs #ChocolateLabrador #LabradorRetriever
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The monster barely stayed still long enough to be photographed.
#DogsOfMastodon #RescueDogs #ChocolateLabrador #LabradorRetriever
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The monster barely stayed still long enough to be photographed.
#DogsOfMastodon #RescueDogs #ChocolateLabrador #LabradorRetriever
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"My father and grandfather had this shop before me, and before them it was kept by a warlock, and people daursn't owe him anything!
"There was a woman lived where our kitchen is now, and she kept a cow, and when she churned she used to lock the door for fear the warlock cast an evil eye on the milk and turned it sour. His shop was upstairs, that's his window that's walled up.
"No, he never did anybody any harm. He lived to be a very old man."
- Mr George Handyside of Cambo, Northumberland, collected by Rosalie E. Bosanquet of the Cambo Women's Institute, in 1922. Included in 'In the Troublesome Times' (ed. R.E.B., published 1929), for entry into the competition for the best book compiled by a Women's Institute on old customs, beliefs, stories, and ancient monuments.
According to Mr Handyside, the warlock was still alive in 1814.
#Northumberland #Folklore #FolkHistory #WitchcraftBeliefs #OldBeliefs #RuralTradition #Stories #Storytelling @folklore
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"My father and grandfather had this shop before me, and before them it was kept by a warlock, and people daursn't owe him anything!
"There was a woman lived where our kitchen is now, and she kept a cow, and when she churned she used to lock the door for fear the warlock cast an evil eye on the milk and turned it sour. His shop was upstairs, that's his window that's walled up.
"No, he never did anybody any harm. He lived to be a very old man."
- Mr George Handyside of Cambo, Northumberland, collected by Rosalie E. Bosanquet of the Cambo Women's Institute, in 1922. Included in 'In the Troublesome Times' (ed. R.E.B., published 1929), for entry into the competition for the best book compiled by a Women's Institute on old customs, beliefs, stories, and ancient monuments.
According to Mr Handyside, the warlock was still alive in 1814.
#Northumberland #Folklore #FolkHistory #WitchcraftBeliefs #OldBeliefs #RuralTradition #Stories #Storytelling @folklore
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"My father and grandfather had this shop before me, and before them it was kept by a warlock, and people daursn't owe him anything!
"There was a woman lived where our kitchen is now, and she kept a cow, and when she churned she used to lock the door for fear the warlock cast an evil eye on the milk and turned it sour. His shop was upstairs, that's his window that's walled up.
"No, he never did anybody any harm. He lived to be a very old man."
- Mr George Handyside of Cambo, Northumberland, collected by Rosalie E. Bosanquet of the Cambo Women's Institute, in 1922. Included in 'In the Troublesome Times' (ed. R.E.B., published 1929), for entry into the competition for the best book compiled by a Women's Institute on old customs, beliefs, stories, and ancient monuments.
According to Mr Handyside, the warlock was still alive in 1814.
#Northumberland #Folklore #FolkHistory #WitchcraftBeliefs #OldBeliefs #RuralTradition #Stories #Storytelling @folklore
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"My father and grandfather had this shop before me, and before them it was kept by a warlock, and people daursn't owe him anything!
"There was a woman lived where our kitchen is now, and she kept a cow, and when she churned she used to lock the door for fear the warlock cast an evil eye on the milk and turned it sour. His shop was upstairs, that's his window that's walled up.
"No, he never did anybody any harm. He lived to be a very old man."
- Mr George Handyside of Cambo, Northumberland, collected by Rosalie E. Bosanquet of the Cambo Women's Institute, in 1922. Included in 'In the Troublesome Times' (ed. R.E.B., published 1929), for entry into the competition for the best book compiled by a Women's Institute on old customs, beliefs, stories, and ancient monuments.
According to Mr Handyside, the warlock was still alive in 1814.
#Northumberland #Folklore #FolkHistory #WitchcraftBeliefs #OldBeliefs #RuralTradition #Stories #Storytelling @folklore
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"My father and grandfather had this shop before me, and before them it was kept by a warlock, and people daursn't owe him anything!
"There was a woman lived where our kitchen is now, and she kept a cow, and when she churned she used to lock the door for fear the warlock cast an evil eye on the milk and turned it sour. His shop was upstairs, that's his window that's walled up.
"No, he never did anybody any harm. He lived to be a very old man."
- Mr George Handyside of Cambo, Northumberland, collected by Rosalie E. Bosanquet of the Cambo Women's Institute, in 1922. Included in 'In the Troublesome Times' (ed. R.E.B., published 1929), for entry into the competition for the best book compiled by a Women's Institute on old customs, beliefs, stories, and ancient monuments.
According to Mr Handyside, the warlock was still alive in 1814.
#Northumberland #Folklore #FolkHistory #WitchcraftBeliefs #OldBeliefs #RuralTradition #Stories #Storytelling @folklore
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@folklore This is of course just one version of the many 'sleeping knights' stories we have across the British Isles (I know of at least two others locally). This is the only one I know of where the central figure is a woman. Just along the coast from Dunstanburgh is Bamburgh, named after the 6th-7th Century Queen Bebba. I'd like to imagine that there's a connection, although perhaps the sleeping queen of Dunstanburgh is even older.
The ruined fortress was actually built in the 14th Century, but there were older, pre-historic remains on the site.
#Folklore #FolkloreThursday #FolkHistory #FolkBelief #Northumberland
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Storytime:
One stormy winter's night, a knight named Sir Guy rode down the #Northumberland coast. The knight searched for shelter, but the coast was wild and empty.
In a flash of lightning, he saw the towers of a castle perched above the raging sea: Dunstanburgh Castle. On riding up, he thought the place deserted, until with a crash of thunder, the door was thrown open.
There stood a giant of a man, surrounded by flickering flames. The man bade Sir Guy follow him into a great, echoing stone hall, lit by an eerie light.
All around the hall were sleeping knights, and at the centre lay the figure of a sleeping queen with a crown upon her brow.
The giant presented Sir Guy with a choice: blow the horn that lay by the queen, or draw the sword from the scabbard beside it. Only the right choice would wake the queen. Sir Guy hesitated in indecision, but finally thought that drawing the sword could be seen as a threat, and instead wound the horn.
With another thunderclap and a rush of wind, Guy fell senseless to the floor. He awoke to a cold, clear dawn. He was outside, the castle was a ruin, and although he searched, he found no trace of the hall or the sleeping queen.
Sir Guy returned many times to Dunstanburgh, haunted by the wrong choice he made, but he never saw the queen or the flaming man again.
It's said that his ghost still haunts the ruins, ever fruitlessly searching.
#Storytelling #FolkStory #Folklore #Stories #Winter #GhostStory #FolkloreThursday @folklore