History Repeats

(1) The Pilgrimage of Grace (Historic UK)

“The policies of Henry VIII did much to change the country and shape its future; those who resisted with the Pilgrimage of Grace have since fallen into the shadows of history.”

Have they really fallen into the shadows or are they more like the flickering flames of a candle? Many of the martyrs who resisted are memorialized in the Chapel of St George and the English Martyrs at Westminster Cathedral and on Tyburn. But you could argue that England has lived in the shadows ever since the Dissolution, and certainly the version that exists today is a very dark place indeed.

If England has a pulse, it’s ALIVE in places like Walsingham, Canterbury (St. Thomas Becket), and in parishes all over England where the Eucharist is celebrated at Mass. Countless Anglican churches have been turned into coffee shops, galleries, and community centers, and in some local communities only open as museums when they can find volunteers from the parish community to open the doors.

(2) A related quote from Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn:

“Over a half century ago, while I was still a child, I recall hearing a number of old people offer the following explanation for the great disasters that had befallen Russia: “Men have forgotten God; that’s why all this has happened.” Since then I have spent well-nigh 50 years working on the history of our revolution; in the process I have read hundreds of books, collected hundreds of personal testimonies, and have already contributed eight volumes of my own toward the effort of clearing away the rubble left by that upheaval. But if I were asked today to formulate as concisely as possible the main cause of the ruinous revolution that swallowed up some 60 million of our people, I could not put it more accurately than to repeat: “Men have forgotten God; that’s why all this has happened.”

Weekend 589.0 (Rommer Treece)

“At some point in his studies the student of military history begins to perceive great events as climaxes to a series of ironies.” — W.J. Wood

What’s cooking? I’m smack dab in the middle of a 4 1/2-day break and the coffee drip is working overtime. I’ve been back in the US for more than a year and mostly repatriated (mostly). This was a fairly grueling travel year workwise so my lethargy on these down days is a bit depressing.

I bought an odd “book” from the Bermuda Book Store whilst I was on Somers Isles called Bermuda Picture Album. It was pricey, hand cranked, and assembled in a plastic binder. It’s mostly postcards, photographs, and advertisements before 1915 from private collections. One of the collections is from the Zuill family and they are as close to Bermuda royalty as you can get. It was compiled by Frank Kusk, and it looks like, very sadly, he passed away in 2020. He seemed like an interesting chap.

Do you have any passion projects you want to complete before your earthly pilgrimage is over?

Weekend 565.0 – Limestone Roof (Karl Struss)

(1) The Royal Book – instructions for looking like you should be on the throne (The History Jar)

(2) Dire Straits – Ride Across The River (YouTube)

Oh nothing gonna stop them as the day follows the night
Right become a wrong, the left become the right
And they sing as they march with their flags unfurled
Today in the mountains, tomorrow the world

(3) Cemetary Junction Trailer (YouTube)

Weekend 587.0

More from Southampton Sketches by Elise M. Sandell:

The bells of St. Michael’s, which have rung on through the centuries, have always been fascinating. A memory comes of a summer evening some years ago. It was spent on the deck of a small yacht moored off the Western Shore, above the Pier, in the little tranquil stretch of water now filled in and covered with the New Docks. The high tide was swaying the boat gently, lulling one into quietude. Then, suddenly, the bells of St. Michael’s began to chime, their voices floating over the water in exquisite cadences of mellow, limpid sound, peal upon peal. The rugged Old Walls were suffused with the sunset glow, and one sat entranced, long after the echoes of the bells had faded into tremulous spindrifts of faint melody across the river and away to the distant Forest shore. An unforgettable experience, and one, no doubt, shared by many Southamptonians.

To Sleep (A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by)

Smooth fields, white sheets of water and pure sky;
I have thought of all by turns, and yet do lie
Sleepless! and soon the small birds’ melodies
Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees;
And the first cuckoo’s melancholy cry,
Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay
And could not win thee, sleep, by any stealth.
— William Wordsworth

Can’t keep my eyes from the circling skies.

(1) A quote from Naked Airport by Alastair Gordon

“Everything inside the terminal—flight information board, lights, staircase, railings—was designed to be part of a total environment in which each part was the natural consequence of the other, all belonging to what Saarinen called the same “form-world.” Even the heating ducts (“air fountains”) looked like free-from sculptures rising off the floor. The semicircular waiting lounge was a softly cushioned environment, a bit like the conversation pits that were popular in the 1960s—with deep red carpeting and a convex window that slanted out toward the airplanes and the drama of flight.”

(2) On my desk…

Designing TWA: Eero Saarinen’s Airport Terminal in New York by Kornel Ringli

(3) At this time in 1941, a Clipper plane was trying to get home the hard way — flying around the world! (Navy Times)

(4) A cartoon from Robert Day / Saturday Review, April 25, 1970

Weekend 586.0 (1.6 x 10-35 m)

(1) The Westminster Cathedral Newsletter (Fr Michael Donaghy)

“There is, in many of us, the inclination to put on a show. We can easily wear a mask to hide our deficiencies and give a show of our cleverness and virtue. One may also be a pushy person, always trying to steal the limelight, in any group or organisation. Christ hated hypocrisy in all its forms. He loved openness of character, sincerity and humility. That is why Jesus instructed that we must each become like little children, to be able to enter the Kingdom of Heaven. Earthly rank, status, achievements, celebrity, power and wealth, count for nothing in Heaven; only the love, compassion, service, forgiveness and mercy we have shown. We are all equal there and equally loved by God. Christ warns us that those who are proud, arrogant and haughty over others, will be humbled.”

(2) A Black Hole’s Core Could be a Strange “Planck Star” (Interesting Engineering)