genealogy

Information re: above pics

1.Langherne/Langhorne Castle, Carmarthen Shire

2. Ven.Richard Langhorne.

"The tryall of Richard Langhorn Esq, counsellor at law, for conspiring the death of the King, subversion of the government, and Protestant religion who upon full evidence was found guilty of high treason, and received sentence accordingly, at the sessions in the Old-Bayley, holden for London and Middlesex, on Saturday, being the 14th. of June 1679."


Beatified in 1929
Feastday: July 14
English martyr. Born about 1635 in Bedfordshire, he was educated at the Inner Temple and worked as a lawyer. He was arrested in 1667, released in 1679, then arrested again as a conspirator in the so-called “Popish Plot.” He was hanged at Tybum on July 14.

He was the third son of William Langhorne of the Inner Temple, by Lettice, daughter of Eustace Needham of Little Wymondley, Herts. He was admitted to the Inner Temple in November, 1646, and called to the bar in 1654. He married a lady, Dorothy, daughter of Thomas Legatt of Havering, Essex, and lived at Shire Lane, to the right of Temple Bar. His chambers were in Middle Temple Lane. He was arrested on 15 June, 1667, in connection with the great fire. Arrested a second time on 7 October, 1678, and committed to Newgate without any previous examination, he was kept in solitary confinement for eight months. On 14 June, 1679, he was brought to the bar at the Old Bailey; Oates (the "Oates plot"), Dugdale, Bedloe, and Prance gave evidence against him, and he was found guilty. He was offered a pardon, if he would confess his guilt and also make a disclosure of the property of the Jesuites with which he had become acquainted in his professional capacity. This last he did -- probably with the consent of his fellow-prisoner, the provincial, Fr. Whitbread -- but, as he persisted in declaring his ignorance of any conspiracy, he was executed. His last words were to the hangman: "I am desirous to be with my Jesus. I am ready and you need stay no longer for me."

His son was also arrested.
"Richard Langhorne the Younger was brought to the Bar; and Mary White was produced as a Witness against him; who being asked, "Whether she did know the said Richard Langhorne, and what she had to say concerning him?" She answered, "That she did know the said Langhorne; and she did hear the said Langhorne say, He did not doubt but, if one Thing hit, his Father would be the Third Man in the Kingdom."
Langhorne confessed he knew the said Mary White; but denied he spake any such Words; and said, "Why should he say any Thing to her, who was an Enemy to Catholics?"
Then Mary Planner upon her Oath said, "That she was told by Mrs. Langhorne (Mother to the said Richard Langhorne), That she went lately to her Son's Chamber, and found him very jovial; whereupon she asked him, "How he could be merry, seeing there was a Warrant against him, upon the Account of bringing the Commission to his Father, to be Judge Advocate?" He replied, "He did not fear; nor would he fly." At which Mrs. Langhorne said, "None but a Prince could make Generals." To which he said, "Let them bring it to that."Then Mrs. Langhorne said, "She was at her Son Richard Langhorn's Chamber; and he said to her those Words as Mary Planner hath deposed."

[ 'House of Lords Journal Volume 13: 7 November 1678', Journal of the House of Lords: volume 13: 1675-1681 (1771) ]

(From top to bottom)1. My parents
2. Great Grandmother Miriam Langhorne(mother's side)
3. Grandparents Maxwell and Helen Langhorne Parks

four quartets

"What we call the beginning is often the end.
And to make and end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from."
(T.S. Elliot, Four Quartets)

The marvelously muddled mulberry sponge

The Mind Is Its Own Beautiful Prisoner

the mind is its own beautiful prisoner.
Mind looked long at the sticky moon
opening in dusk her new wings

then decently hanged himself,one afternoon.

The last thing he saw was you
naked amid unnaked things,

your flesh,a succinct wandlike animal,
a little strolling with the futile purr
of blood;your sex squeaked like a billiard-cue
chalking itself,as not to make an error,
with twists spontaneously methodical.
He suddenly tasted worms windows and roses

he laughed,and closed his eyes as a girl closes
her left hand upon a mirror.

- E. E. Cummings (1894—1962)

Words fail me all the time
I don’t even feel like talking
still I go on and on
I’m dying here and you keep walking

why are you asking me this?
can’t you see I’m trying?
I don’t like it like this
no I think I’m dying

I can’t calm down at all
panic is what panic feels like
can’t we just stay silent?
speaking now seems far too violent

why are you asking me this?
can’t you see I’m trying?
I don’t like it like this
no I think I’m dying

The Radio Dept. 'I Don't Like It Like This'

today

random january pics...

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1. Gum Bend Lake

2. Gum Bend Lake...

Senryū

Breath cold and silent
The thaw is unconvincing
I stand on thin ice

© 2006 k.a.l.m


Senryū (川柳, literally 'river willow') is a Japanese form of short poetry similar to haiku in construction: three lines with 17 or fewer morae (not syllables) in total. However, senryū tend to be about human foibles while haiku tend to be about nature, and senryū are often cynical or darkly humorous while haiku are serious. Senryū do not need to include a kigo, or season word, like haiku.
Some senryu skirt the line between haiku and senryu. The following senryu by Shūji Terayama copies the haiku structure faithfully, down to a blatantly obvious kigo, but on closer inspection is absurd in its content:

かくれんぼ kakurenbo
三つ数えて mittsu kazoete
冬になる fuyu ni naru

Hide and seek
Count to three
Winter comes

Terayama, who wrote about playing hide-and-go-seek in the graveyard as a child, thought of himself as the odd-guy out, the one who was always "it" in hide-and-go-seek.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Senryu

An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves. - Bill Vaughn

It wouldn't be New Year's if I didn't have regrets. - William Thomas

The only way to spend New Year's Eve is either quietly with friends or in a brothel. Otherwise when the evening ends and people pair off, someone is bound to be left in tears. - W.H. Auden

From New Year's on the outlook brightens; good humor lost in a mood of failure returns. I resolve to stop complaining. - Leonard Bernstein

Good resolutions are simply checks that men draw on a bank where they have no account. - Oscar Wilde

May all your troubles last as long as your New Year's resolutions! - Joey Adams

Happiness is too many things these days for anyone to wish it on anyone lightly. So let's just wish each other a bile-less New Year and leave it at that. - Judith Crist

New Year's is a harmless annual institution, of no particular use to anybody save as a scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, and friendly calls and humbug resolutions. - Mark Twain

A New Year's resolution is something that goes in one Year and out the other. - Anonymous

Condobolin cont.

Trip to Condobolin

Winter smoko

Handbags rummaged
Pockets emptied

Smokers huddle

Chatting
Mumbling

Valiantly shivering

Cupped fingers
Butane flare

Laughing softly

Stamping feet

Their
Sacred courtyard
Ritual






"Smoko: Australian slang for a work break - cup of tea / coffee or time for a cigarette."

"Afternoon delight" - Ron Burgundy & the channel 4 news team ( The Anchorman: the Legend of Ron Burgundy)

Set in the early 70's...The Channel 4 News team and Legendary Anchorman Ron Burgundy (a macho, mustachioed bachelor with a penchant for scotch and an unmatched passion for the jazz flute) perform a hilarious version of "Afternoon delight".



Inspired by a special dish (The Afternoon Delight) served in a restaurant called "Clyde's" in Washington D.C.
According to the songwriter, it was a plate of "shrimp with Brie and almonds"... One of the reasons "fishing" is mentioned so frequently, along with the double entendre of noon-time nookie ... Must be one hell of a dish!

Tuesday afternoon quilting

Trevor Childs - Deathwish

Dropped within me,
my helpless heart;

my head’s vile hiss,
of causeless wrongs;

my holiest dreams,
yielding...
sadly depart;

no sign or knock,
to fuel their songs.

"if light should flower:or laughing sparkle from
the shut house(around and around
which a poor wind will roam" - supposing i dreamed this)... (IX) - by e.e. cummings

bye bye birdies

goodbye mushroom

Goodbye little Mushie, I hope you are safe and happy wherever you are. I will never forget you.