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  • Gillian Polack & Katrin Kania - How they got interested in the Middle Ages

    Middle Ages - Gillian PolackGillian Polack

    I often tell people that I fell into the Middle Ages almost by mistake. I had a question I wanted to answer and the Middle Ages held that answer. Sounds good, doesn’t it? The sad truth is that life is more complicated than that.

    Here’s what really happened.

    When I was in primary school, I knew I wanted to study history. I also knew I wanted to write fiction. How I became a fiction writer is another story, for another time. The important thing is that I knew - when my age could still be measured in one digit - that history was one of the keys to my existence. When I was nine I started scrolling through all the possible history professions one by one and I flirted with them all. It annoyed me when adults teased me “Oh, so you want to be a museum curator” or “Have you given up on old bones yet?” because none of them thought that a child could actually know what they wanted to do as an adult and all they saw was the job I was thinking about at that moment. None of them seemed to see that I was thinking about those jobs because they would enable me to do what I dreamed of. I didn’t want a particular job: I wanted a career that gave me time and space to understand human beings both past and present. I have part of that job now, but I’m still trying to turn it into a life package. I love writing and teaching and researching history. I love learning and understand and sharing. When I looked back, I realised that this was always the case.

    Every year my family travelled around south-eastern Australia, a caravan in tow. We were looking for rocks. My mother taught geology at high school and our brains were so filled with rocks that we joked that there was no room for anything else.

    One year we went to Naracoorte, on the Victorian/South Australian border. It’s a somewhat red part of Australia. Big and burnt-red and a long way from the Melbourne suburbs where I grew up and the murky Yarra River and its green banks. Visiting Naracoorte was wildly exciting for a young child in a big family car with a caravan drifting behind.

    The scientists there had just discovered megafauna in the limestone caves near the town. My sisters and I saw bones of ancient giant animals, and we walked through the same limestone caves they had walked. When we emerged above ground again, our eyes were wide and staring. My parents wanted us to be scientists, and at that moment, it looked as if that is what we would all become.

    Naracoorte itself had a museum. We had just an hour and a half before it closed and I begged and begged to visit and finally, my father said “Yes, Gillian, you can.” At dinner the others were still full of megafaunal wonder. Me, I was trying to explain an exhibit of old irons and how they’d changed over time and what clothes toddlers wore in the 1890s. I still become wide-eyed about megafauna (and even own a piece of one) but how people lived their lives and what their lives have done to shape ours is what I love and will love forever. I have two doctorates, and neither of them is in geology.

    That’s how I came to be a historian. I’m a historian for the same reason that I’m a fiction writer: because they’re the right things for me to be.

    How I came to be a Medievalist is different.

    I studied historiography. All the different ways people write about history fascinated me. I studied Old French because I wanted to be able to read literature in that language. Then, in my Honours year, I realised that my perfect thesis topic was about the Middle Ages. I went to the Departmental chair to have it approved.

    Geoffrey Blainey (a famous Australian historian) sat me on the rug on the middle of his floor because all the chairs were full of paper and we talked my topic through. He decided that it was a daring thing that ought to be done, and he found me excellent supervisors and I won the thesis prize for it. This got me scholarships to the University of Toronto’s Centre for Medieval Studies and the University of Sydney, and it was at these universities that I really discovered the Middle Ages.

    After all this study, something funny happened. I love teaching and I am a fiction writer. Friends who were also writers started asking me questions about the Middle Ages.

    I became an expert in things writers needed to know. I totally recommend this as a way for historians to rethink what they know, where they know it from and how to explain it. Since I’ve worked with other writers, I’ve seen a much more complex and broader Middle Ages. I still have my special areas (all historians do) and I’m very popular at science fiction conventions when food or literature or popular insults come up as topics, but I now see how legal systems work and how landscape changes over time, and how the work of archaeologists is absolutely crucial to the work of historians.

    All of this led to The Middle Ages Unlocked, as night follows day. When I was at primary school, however, I had no idea that I had this book in my future. All I knew then was that I wanted to understand humans through time. I wanted to know what it felt like to use those old irons and walk in those streets holding the hand of that 1890s toddler.

    Middle Ages - Katrin KaniaKatrin Kania

    It all started with a little old castle, about 15 kilometres from where I grew up. There, every year, a group of people got together to have a "Ritterfest" - a little medieval-ish festivity with some music, some food, and some fighting. I was sixteen or seventeen when I went there, dressed up in what I now know was about as medieval as a bicycle helmet, and met a friend from school who was demonstrating how to felt. I joined her, doing some felting myself, and wandered around and talked and sang and had a wonderful time. I stayed until late in the night, sitting around a fire with all the others, and some of my new friends asked me if I would like to go to another festival with them...

    This was the start of my fascination with the Middle Ages. Obviously, I needed something to wear, and that is how I started to get involved with medieval textiles. I made all the beginner's mistakes, such as using the wrong fabrics, trying to use modern patterns, and happily using fantasy elements in the clothing or mixing several time spans into one outfit. I was hooked, though, and when the time came to choose something to study, I found that it was possible to study medieval archaeology. That, the books told me, was a mix of reading and researching plus going outside and getting dirty digging things. It sounded perfect - and for me, it was. I went on to study at Bamberg, one of the few places in Germany where medieval archaeology is a focus topic. I still went to Living History events; I got involved with experimental archaeology; and my interest in textiles and clothing grew ever stronger. In the end, I wrote my PhD thesis about medieval tailoring and surviving medieval garments. Today, I have exchanged the shovel and trowel for needles and scissors, concentrating on historical textile techniques. I do reconstructions, workshops and courses, plus some experimental archaeology, all with a strong focus on textiles. The combination of theroretical knowledge and practical crafts experience that my work developed has also strongly influenced parts of "The Middle Ages Unlocked" that have nothing to do with textiles, such as the chapter about crafts.

    Middle Ages - 9781445645834‘Wise, entertaining and crammed with historical knowledge. This one’s a keeper.’ Elizabeth Chadwick

    ‘Factual, fascinating, educational and entertaining.’ Helen Hollick

    ‘A fascinating insight into all things medieval.’ Felicity Pulman

    ‘Listen up, writers! The Middle Ages Unlocked is the go-to book for information on the Middle Ages.’ Jack Dann

    ‘This well-researched, accessible and absorbing compendium provides rich, precise and often surprising information for anyone wanting to know more about this period of history.’ Sophie Masson

    Gillian Polack and Katrin Kania new book The Middle Ages Unlocked is available for purchase now.

  • The Battle of Lewes, 14th May 1264, by Darren Baker author of With All for All: The Life of Simon de Montfort

    The Battle of Lewes The Battle of Lewes

    14th May marks the anniversary of one of those events which most people in England have probably never heard of and yet which has influenced how they live their lives today. On this day in 1264 an army under Simon de Montfort defeated and captured King Henry III in and around the town of Lewes, Sussex. Under the resulting peace treaty, Henry agreed to abide by the Provisions of Oxford, the reforms that had been enacted as a reaction to his personal rule and a court packed with foreign favourites. It was Henry’s disregard of these Provisions that ultimately led to the armed conflict. Now, with the King under his control, Montfort summoned Parliament in the aftermath of Lewes to make these reforms a permanent fixture of government. England thus became, for all intents and purposes, a constitutional monarchy, the first of its kind in Western Europe. Montfort took this political evolution a step further when he expanded the representational base of his next Parliament six months later. A year later Henry’s son, the future Edward I, escaped from custody, raised an army, and had the Montfortian leadership massacred at Evesham, but there was no undoing their work. From that point on, Parliament would not only be the national forum for matters of state, but would have the final word on all taxation.

     

    Lewes monument Lewes monument

    That’s just the historical perspective of why Lewes is such an important, if neglected, event in British history. If a battle can be said to have endearing features, Lewes is certainly one of the few: there was the exchange of letters between both camps as they tried to find a way out of what had become a bitter standoff; there was Edward himself, who cost his father the battle by going off on a murderous joyride against the London contingent because they had pelted and insulted his mother the queen the year before; and there was the windmill, where Henry’s brother Richard sought shelter after his line crumbled. Richard took great pride in the fact that he was the titular 'King of the Romans' and the Montfortian soldiers had a merry ole time parading him through the streets of Lewes afterwards covered in the dirt and grime of the windmill.

     

    Windmill plaque Windmill plaque

    The place where the windmill stood is marked today, as are many other parts of the battlefield. The impressive memorial to the battle can be found near the ruins of the priory, where Henry and Edward holed up after the battle. The castle is still standing and commands the best view of the South Downs, where Montfort assembled his troops for their advance on the town. There is no statue or marker on the ridge of the Downs denoting, for example, Montfort addressing his men (‘Today we fight for the sake of the realm of England’), but it’s just as well, for it better re-creates the atmosphere of that momentous day 751 years ago.

     

     

     

    9781445645742For more on Simon de Montfort have a look at Darren Baker's biography With All for All: The Life of Simon de Montfort.

  • England’s Reigning Queens, by Elizabeth Norton

     

    Some of England’s (and later, Britain’s) most memorable monarchs have been queens. It is therefore surprising that only eight women can claim to have ruled as reigning queen in the post-Conquest period and, then, only six effectively. As our current queen approaches Queen Victoria’s record of longest reigning monarch, let’s look at some of the key female rulers who came before her.

    Matilda Matilda

    Matilda, who was the only surviving legitimate child of Henry I, has a claim to being England’s first ruling queen. She was named as her father’s heir, with his leading nobles swearing oaths to uphold her claim. Most prominent amongst these was Henry’s nephew, Stephen of Blois. Nonetheless, on hearing of his uncle’s death in 1135, he hurriedly crossed the channel and seized the crown. The two cousins vied for the crown for nearly twenty years, but Matilda’s ‘reign’ proved a brief one. After capturing Stephen in 1141, she was declared ‘Lady of the English’ and travelled to London to await her coronation. Soon afterwards, she was driven out of the capital and forced to release her cousin. It was Matilda’s son, Henry II, who eventually won the English crown.

    Matilda’s ‘reign’ was an unhappy precedent. Although both the House of York and House of Tudor claimed the throne through women, it was only with the death of Edward VI in 1553 that a ruling queen became inevitable. His teenaged cousin, Jane Grey, was proclaimed queen in a bid to keep England Protestant. Yet, her ‘reign’ lasted just over a week, with Edward’s Catholic half-sister, Mary I, sweeping to power as England’s first effective queen regnant.

    Mary I Mary I

    Mary was determined to return the English church to adherence to Rome which, coupled with her marriage to Philip of Spain, caused controversy. Her finest moment came in 1554, when rebel troops entered London. When urged to flee, the queen instead urged those around her to ‘fall to prayer and I warrant you, we shall hear better news anon’. She kept her crown but, following an embarrassing phantom pregnancy, the loss of English-held Calais and a campaign of burning Protestants, her death in 1558 was met with rejoicing.

    Mary’s successor was her twenty-five year old half-sister, Elizabeth I, who was expected to quickly marry and provide England with a king. She surprised everyone by resolutely refusing to marry, although she was close to male favourites, such as Robert Dudley. Her reign saw great advances in technology, exploration and the theatre while her navy defeated the Spanish Armada in 1588. Although the myth of ‘Gloriana’ began to tarnish towards the end of her long reign, the Elizabethan era is remembered as a golden age in English history. On her death, she was succeeded by her cousin, James VI of Scotland, heralding the union of the two crowns.

    The Scottish Stuart Dynasty proved to be unlucky in England, with the seventeenth century troubled by Civil War and religious conflict. The Catholic James II succeeded to the throne in 1685, with many in England looking forward instead to the reign of his Protestant daughter, Mary, who had married her cousin, William of Orange.

    On 10 June 1688, however, James’s second wife gave birth to a healthy son, with forty-two people present in the room. This did not stop rumours quickly spreading that the baby was an imposter, smuggled into the royal bedchamber in a warming pan. Indeed, James’s daughter, Anne, was one of the main rumourmongers, writing to her sister that ‘I shall never now be satisfied whether the child be true or false’. Isolated in the Netherlands, Mary agreed. In late June, her husband received an invitation to invade England. William complied, arriving in November with 300 ships. James fled, leaving the way clear for William and Mary to take the throne as joint sovereigns. Mary II largely served the role of queen consort during her reign, before dying of smallpox in 1694.

    Queen Anne in 1705 Queen Anne

    Mary’s younger sister, Anne, supported her brother-in-law’s invasion, but was disconcerted to find her place in the succession usurped by William. She looked forward to her eventual accession as her ‘sunshine day’ and modelled herself on Elizabeth I when she finally took the throne in 1702. By then Anne, who had endured seventeen pregnancies but had no living child, was an invalid and grossly overweight. She was dominated by her female favourites, although she presided over a period of international success for her country. She was the first monarch of Great Britain, with the throne then passing to her German cousin, George I, after her death in 1714.

    Disaster struck the royal family just over a century after Anne’s death when Princess Charlotte, George III’s only legitimate grandchild, died in childbirth. Her death led to a race by her middle aged uncles to marry and beget an heir, with Edward, Duke of Kent, emerging the victor. His eighteen year old daughter, Victoria, became queen in 1837, ruling for over sixty-three years. Personally, the queen’s life was blighted by the death of her husband, Prince Albert, in 1861. Yet, she presided over a remarkable period in Britain’s history, with invention, industry, exploration and conquest.

    Just over fifty years after Victoria’s death, her great-great-granddaughter, Elizabeth II, came to the throne. The current queen was not born to reign, with her father only the second son of George V. Nonetheless, she has devoted her life to her role and, at nearly eighty-nine years old, will soon become England’s longest reigning monarch.

    England’s reigning queens have left fascinating legacies. You can read more about them, as well as queen consorts and king’s wives in England’s Queens: From Boudica to Elizabeth of York and England’s Queens: From Catherine of Aragon to Elizabeth II, which are available now.

    Find out more about Elizabeth Norton on her author page: https://www.amberley-books.com/community-elizabeth-norton

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  • The Lusitania: Remembering A Legend, by J. Kent Layton

     

    Saturday, 1 May 1915 dawned in New York City depressingly overcast, drizzly, and decidedly not like the spring weather the calendar indicated it should have been. At the Lower West Side of Manhattan's Chelsea Piers, partially obscured by yet towering over the blocks-long face of the pier buildings, stood a quartet of dark smokestacks. Locals knew better than anyone else what liner they belonged to: the mighty British speedster Lusitania. The great liner, the largest and fastest then in service on the North Atlantic, had arrived the previous Saturday, having sailed across the Atlantic from her home port in Liverpool, England just as she had one hundred times before.

    The Lusitania had become a fixture in New York during the preceding seven-and-a-half years, dependably spending several days at a stretch at one of the Cunard piers once every three weeks. She had entered service in September of 1907, and in the intervening months and years, she had always seemed to come through whatever the capricious North Atlantic could throw at her. At times, she had come through a little bruised and battered, but nevertheless, she had always come through. She had become like an old and reliable friend not only to passengers – many of whom were repeat customers and took passage on her time and again – but to the populations of her primary ports, New York and Liverpool, England.

    Images credited to J Kent Layton. Image credited to J Kent Layton.

    The waterfront was busy that morning, for the Lusitania was scheduled to sail on her 202nd crossing, the return leg of her 101st round-trip voyage, at 10:00 a.m. Passengers for her upcoming trip were beginning to arrive, slowly at first, and then in growing numbers. There was the sound of automobiles driving in over the cobblestone street, pulling up out front of the pier, discharging their passengers and all of the accompanying luggage—this was a sign of changed times, for when the Lusitania made her earliest arrivals and departures from the port, the passengers had arrived and departed the scene in horse-drawn carriages. But the porters were still there to help the passengers get aboard. Cab drivers also still needed to be paid, regardless of whether they held the reins of a horse in their hand or the steering wheel of an automobile.

    It might have seemed to be a typical sailing day to the average observer who had not stuck his nose into a newspaper during the last nine months. However, it was to prove anything but ordinary. The Great War had been raging in Europe since the previous August. Hundreds of thousands of fresh-faced soldiers had already met a grisly end on the battlefields; new technology was being employed as it never had been before, making armies into far more effective killing machines. Old rules of warfare were being cast aside by both sides as they become increasingly restrictive and inconvenient.

    The Europe that the Lusitania was returning to was a very different place than it had been the previous spring. The world had changed, even though few liked to admit it. And on this morning, a new – if disembodied – threat hung menacingly over the Lusitania as surely as the damp drizzle and gray mists: the threat of German U-boats.

    A 'friendly warning', as the German Ambassador would call it, had been placed in the shipping pages of American newspapers; although it had been intended to print the previous week, it had been held up and had only run this very morning. In many cases, it appeared uncomfortably close to the Cunard listings advertising this sailing of the Lusitania, and it openly discussed the dangers of traveling on a liner flying the flag of an Allied nation due to the possibility of an attack. A number of passengers, or their friends and relatives, began to show signs of nervousness.

    Image credit to artist Tom Lear. Image credit to artist Tom Lear.

    The Germans had been 'blockading' England for a couple of months now, but it was not really proving terribly effective. Their unterseeboots were picking off some small- to medium-sized ships, mostly ones steaming very slowly, and they had encountered a few seeming 'strokes of luck' beyond that. The Lusitania, however, was the largest, fastest liner on the Atlantic, and was also touted as the safest. She had a sterling reputation as a great passenger liner, and many felt that the Germans wouldn't have the unmitigated gall to attack her.

    Cunard's New York Manager, C. P. Sumner, arrived on the pierside and reassured passengers. He faced the growing number of reporters, and even the relative novelty of a camera crew, who had suddenly appeared to document what some were joking might be the Lusitania's last voyage. Her skipper, Captain William Thomas Turner, laughed: “I wonder what the Germans will do next. Well, it doesn't seem as if they had scared many people from going on the ship by the look of the pier and the passenger list.”

    Indeed, the Lusitania's passenger list was going to be the longest east-bound list since the war's outbreak. Her First and Third Class spaces were well booked, and Second Class was actually booked to over capacity. Despite all of the rumors and the nerves, Cunard personnel assured reporters that no one actually canceled their passage because of the German warning. The long passenger list had been aided somewhat when another liner in New York, the Cameronia, was requisitioned by the British Government. As a result, some of her passengers were transferred to the Lusitania, delaying the sailing by over two hours.

    Yet eventually, as the sun just began to peek out from behind the clouds and dry the morning drizzle, the Lusitania cast off from Pier 54 for the 101st time. Captain Turner eased himself into the inner curve of the starboard Bridge wing and glanced over his left shoulder; he seemed surprised to see the camera crew had come out onto the roof of Pier 54, and were filming the departure from a unique perspective—actually slightly above his own very high perch. Then he continued to carefully watch his ship glide out into the North River. She was turned, and steamed past the interred German behemoth Vaterland at her Hoboken pier across the river.

    The Lusitania towers over New York’s Pier 54 immediately after her maiden arrival. Copyright Stuart Williams 2011. The Lusitania towers over New York’s Pier 54 immediately after her maiden arrival.
    Copyright Stuart Williams 2011.

    What no one knew as the liner steamed toward the open sea, leaving behind an emptier waterfront scene, was that it really had been the last departure of the Lusitania. She would be sunk on Friday, 7 May, off the coast of Ireland—a victim of a German torpedo. 1,198 innocent men, women and children would go with her.

    The Lusitania had been one of the greatest liners of the 20th Century; she was already legendary as she started out on her 202nd crossing. Yet in the future, her history would be synonymous with tragedy. She would be remembered as a victim, a symbol of lost innocence. She would be used as a political football, and the fallout from her sinking, and the American lives lost in the disaster, would become a single stepping stone – one of many – on the path to American involvement in the Great War, which would then truly become a World War.

    One hundred years have now passed since the Lusitania's last departure. This week, on both sides of the Atlantic, commemorations will be held in honor of the memory of the Lusitania. This week, we remember a very human, and very preventable, tragedy: a tragedy that goes beyond the loss of 1,198 lives, but goes to the very core of how people can be moved to justify foolish, even dastardly, things in the heat of war. It is a lesson that the world has never truly learned.

    The stern of the Lusitania rises from the sea as her bow plunges beneath the waves. Copyright Stuart Williamson 2011. The stern of the Lusitania rises from the sea as her bow plunges beneath the waves.
    Copyright Stuart Williamson 2011.

    In the months after the sinking, the Lusitania was used as a rallying cry: “Remember the Lusitania” could be seen on posters for recruitment into the armed forces. Today we also remember the Lusitania, but we do so for different reasons. This week, as we celebrate the centennial of the Lusitania's last voyage and sinking, we pause to honor those who died that awful spring day, the seventh of May. We pause to reflect and to hope that we never repeat the mistakes of those involved in the Lusitania's last, tragic story.

    We pause and reflect on a world that has never recovered from that four-year, but wholly unprecedented, war. And we hope that, instead of viewing the Lusitania as a veritable candy store of conspiracy theories, half-researched books, documentaries, and sensationalised news stories, we can remember the good times of her seven-and-a-half-year career along with those last and awful 18 minutes … and that we can learn from the horrors of what happened that sad day, and never repeat those mistakes.

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    J Kent Layton

    Author of 'Lusitania: An Illustrated Biography'

    Available for purchase here: www.amberley-books.com/lusitania-9781445642628.html

  • Manchester City Have No History, by Mike Devlin

     

    It matters not that they were created from the ashes on the 16th of April 1894, or that they were in fact around as early as 1880 in some form or another (not that the media of the day could remember what the club was called) – or indeed earlier if we include cricket, but that isn’t a real sport so we can ignore that bit. Neither does it matter that they were the first club in Manchester to get their grubby hands on a major piece of silverware, or be legally (yes, legally) the ‘official football team of Manchester’ as stated by the Football Association. Manchester City, evidently, have no history.

    PrintThat phrase has been bandied about for quite some time. Well, since 1992 that is, as that was the year, as we all know, that football in England was invented, and seeing as though City dropped into the third tier of English football during the 1990s, it must be true.

    So no history. None. Whatsoever. Really?

    Did you know Pope John-Paul II was a follower?
    Was Anna Connell really a pain in the arse?
    If Billie Gillespie is the FA’s 2nd most wanted man, who is #1?
    Why should the City board of directors have kept up-to-date with the goings on of Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria?
    Plastic bananas? Pah! I’ve got a dead chicken.
    Who was almost stripped naked and forced to pull a #168 bus down the road by way of their own testicles?
    Billy, or Billie?
    Who was going down faster? City or a two-bit hooker?
    Why Manchester City needed another World War.
    And how they almost started World War III.
    What is the George Town derby?
    Who was Manchester City’s 472nd manager?
    Who supports 艾 ?
    Who was the Maltese Falcon?
    Was Abe Lincoln a Manchester City fan?
    Just how many Big Macs can ADUG afford to buy?

    And it doesn’t stop there. Oh, no Sir (and ma’am), it does not. Major players from every decade, prominent managers, the grounds the club called home, conspiracies, English wars, fans' thoughts, and … umm … threats to Bovril consumption.

    With, Manchester City: The Secret History Of A Club That Has No History you can go on the roller-coaster ride that fans of the club have gone through for over 130 years. Find out when ‘Typical City’ actually became a thing and how Manchester City have continually tried to buy their way out of trouble (and usually failed). Discover the first goalkeeper to ever score a goal, and the league’s very first none-British player who played for the Blues. Read about City’s chairman, Frank Johnson, and his attempts to dissolve the club and remove it from existence, and that Manchester City came to the rescue of Manchester United on more than one occasion.

    This book was born from an official season long blog for Manchester City FC in 2013-14, and the club was happy to laugh at itself, as their fans have done so for decades (and let’s face it, still do). And whilst it is not an all encompassing tome covering everything in minute detail it is a history book that covers all the major happenings at the club and then goes on to attempt to predict the future.

    9781445648101Manchester City: The Secret History Of A Club That Has No History is now available here, elsewhere and possibly somewhere else.

  • What the Railways Did for Us: The Making of Modern Britain, by Stuart Hylton

     

    Railways - St Pancras Station

    When the first locomotives made their lumbering appearance at the start of the nineteenth century, few people could have guessed at the differences they and their successors would make to our lives. First, our whole notions of time and distance were transformed. Until then, our boundaries had been limited to the speed at which a horse could gallop and the duration of that gallop. Suddenly we had machines that were four or more times faster than any horse and with ten times the stamina. New, wider choices about where we lived, worked and took our leisure suddenly presented themselves.

    This in turn changed how we perceived time. The old system, based on the rising and setting of the sun – God’s time – no longer worked, since the sun rose twenty minutes sooner in London than it did in Plymouth. Someone relying on a watch set to Plymouth time to travel from a London station would miss their train. Uniformity was needed, and (after some battles) the railways gave us Greenwich Mean Time.

    The railways helped to give us the Victorian equivalent of e-mail. The newly-invented telegraph needed unbroken corridors of land, along which to erect their telegraph lines, and the railways were ideal for the purpose. The railways housed most of the telegraph network and suddenly one end of the land could talk to the other almost instantly. Provincial newspapers found themselves on a level playing field with their London counterparts, and the railways ensured that a national press could develop, and be distributed to the furthest corners of the nation while the news was still fresh.

    RailwaysAs fresh as the food that was now available in our cities. The railways could quickly and cheaply deliver perishable foods like fish, fruit and milk to distant cities, vastly improving the diets of most urban dwellers.

    The railways changed how the authorities maintained the peace and waged war. The Government could now summon help and move troops to the seat of any civil unrest within hours, rather than days or weeks. In the event of war, vast numbers of troops could be moved swiftly to wherever they were required and, equally important, could be supplied with all they needed to remain there. This also made it easier for defending troops to hold their positions than it was for the opposing armies to advance, generally across a no-man’s-land without working railways to support them. This helps to explain the years of stalemate in the trench warfare of the First World War’s western front.

    There is also the geography of our towns and cities. Before the railways, the elite lived much more cheek by jowl with the ordinary working people. The railways helped them to move out to suburbs and countryside, for better or worse denuding the inner cities of those who had traditionally been the communities’ leaders. Sometimes the railways themselves were the active agents in developing these new suburbs – London’s Metroland being a prime example.

    There are many other ways in which the railways made the world a very different – and for the most part better - place. These are just a few of the things the railways did for us.

    What the Railways Did for Us: The Making of Modern BritainStuart Hylton's book What the Railways Did for Us: The Making of Modern Britain is out now!

  • The Descent of the Tudor Dynasty, by Teresa Cole

     

    The recent reburial of Richard III at Leicester has perhaps reminded us of the great clear out of English nobility that took place at the Battle of Bosworth Field where Richard met his death, and at the preceding battles of the so-called Wars of the Roses. The winner at Bosworth, Henry Tudor, was the last remaining Lancastrian candidate for the throne and though his claim was very flimsy he was duly crowned Henry VII.

    He was the founder of the Tudor dynasty of kings and queens of England, but you have to go back five generations to reach Henry’s direct connection to a previous king, and at that it was an illegitimate link on his mother’s side through the Beauforts, who had been barred from any claim to the throne by an Act of Parliament. Henry did, however, have a closer link to a queen of England: he was the grandson of Katherine de Valois, who was the widow of King Henry V.

    Elizabeth of York was the queen chosen by Lancastrian Henry VII to mend the rifts caused by the recent wars. She became the mother of the Tudor dynasty, and by one of history’s strange quirks, she was also the granddaughter of Jacquetta of Luxembourg, the widow of Henry V’s younger brother, John. The Tudor dynasty, therefore, was descended from the widows of both Henry V and his brother.

    Tudor - The marriage of Henry V and Katherine of France, 2 June 1420. The marriage of Henry V and Katherine of France, 2 June 1420.

    When Henry V died of dysentery in 1422, his wife Katherine de Valois was left at the age of 21 with an 8 month old baby son who then became Henry VI. Under her husband’s will there was no role for his widow, even the upbringing of her son was entrusted to others, but, as the mother of the new king, she was required to remain at court in England instead of returning to France.

    Sometime later, it appeared that the young widow was falling in love with one of her husband’s cousins, Edmund Beaufort. A law was passed to say that Katherine could not remarry without the consent of the king, and furthermore that the king could not give his consent until he had reached the age of 21. He was at the time six years old. Any man who did marry her without consent would lose all his lands for life.

    Beaufort quickly withdrew, but a bolder man, Owen Tudor, soon took his place in the queen’s affections. He has been credited with various roles in the queen’s household, including Master of the Horse, but was probably some kind of senior steward. It has never been definitely proved that the two married, but they certainly had a number of children together, one of whom was Edmund Tudor.

    Katherine died in 1437, a few days after the birth of her last child, and for a while the Tudor family seemed destined for obscurity. Soon, however, her firstborn son, the king, Henry VI began to take an interest in his young half-brothers. Edmund was given a place at court and the title Earl of Pembroke. When the so-called Wars of the Roses broke out Owen Tudor was a strong supporter of Henry, leading an army on his behalf. He was defeated at the Battle of Mortimer’s Cross in 1461, and was beheaded at Hereford a few days later, bemoaning that he was to lose ‘the head that had lain in Queen Katherine’s lap.’

    Before this time Edmund Tudor had married Lady Margaret Beaufort – coincidentally the niece of that Edmund Beaufort Katherine had loved before. Margaret was twelve years old at the time of the marriage and only thirteen when her husband died just over a year later. She was, however, around six months pregnant at the time, and in January 1457 gave birth to a son, Henry Tudor. Unsurprisingly the birth was a difficult one and Margaret never had another child, but her son would go on to become King Henry VII of England in 1485.

    Tudor - Elizabeth of York Elizabeth of York

    The descent of Elizabeth of York is an even stranger story. John, Duke of Bedford, was the brother of Henry V and some three years younger. He spent almost his entire life as a capable and loyal deputy, first of his father, then his brother and finally of his baby nephew. Even his marriages, though apparently happy, were made to further royal policy. From 1422 he spent much of his time in France acting as Regent for Henry VI, and in his forties married the seventeen year old Jacquetta of Luxembourg as his second wife. When he died two years later his chamberlain, Sir Richard Woodville, was instructed to accompany the widowed duchess back to England, where she had been granted lands on condition that she did not remarry without the king’s permission. However the story is told that they fell in love on the journey and were secretly married soon after.

    Strange tales are told about Jacquetta. Her family claimed a connection to a legendary female water spirit, Melusine, half woman, half fish, and sometimes shown with wings as well. Melusine, the spirit of fresh waters and sacred springs was said to be fiercely protective of her descendants, and certainly Jacquetta seemed to prosper in England. Her marriage was later accepted by the king – she was, after all, his aunt by marriage – and was long and fruitful.

    The eldest daughter, Elizabeth, was reputedly very beautiful. She made a first marriage to Sir John Grey who was killed at the battle of St. Albans in 1461. Thereafter she so enchanted the new Yorkist king, Edward IV (with or without the assistance of Melusine), that he risked his throne by marrying her in secret – something of a family tradition. When later accusations of witchcraft were made against Jacquetta, some said she had used the dark arts to ensnare the king for her daughter.

    Whether she had or not, the marriage was long-lasting, surviving not only the outrage of Edward’s chief supporters when it was made public, but also the promotion of Elizabeth’s numerous brothers and sisters into positions of prominence at court. It produced two royal princes, Edward and Richard, later to be the Princes in the Tower, and a daughter, Elizabeth of York.

    It was the marriage of Henry VII to this Elizabeth of York which finally united the rival Lancastrian and Yorkist factions and founded the Tudor dynasty descended on both sides from the widows of Henry V and his brother John.

    It is strange to think that, but for the secret marriages of two women who should not have married at all, we would never have had the brilliant, violent, colourful Tudors whose actions changed the whole course of British history.

    Tudor - 9781445636795 Henry V by Teresa Cole

     

     

    A great deal more can be discovered about Henry V and his brother John in my book Henry V
    which is out now.

  • Spring: Nature’s Season of Confusion, by Patrick Nobbs

     

    Spring - The Story of the British and Their Weather The Story of the British and Their Weather by Patrick Nobbs

    ‘As the days grow longer, the cold grows stronger’. At first glance this piece of medieval weather lore appears rather odd, but in reality it shows just how in touch our ancestors were with nature. Spring often brings frost and snow, which is especially notable after a mild winter. But spring is a contradictory season, and it can also bring extraordinary warmth. In some years, it has provided the best weather of the entire year! All of these phenomena have happened in the last five years alone, but the further we go back in history, the more severe the instances of seasonal extremes become.

    Incredibly, the last decade has seen three of the five warmest ever recorded springs in a record stretching back to 1659. The hottest of these was 2011. The first half of March was normal but by the last week, temperatures were over 10°C above normal every day. April was a true summer month with an average maximum just under 20°C. Between April 19-24th there was a major heat wave, with every day above 25°C and on 23rd, Easter Sunday, it was 27.4°C in London; no day in July was as warm. Unfortunately, Kate and William’s Royal Wedding day was the only cloudy day in this spell.

    In contrast, 2013 was the coldest spring since 1883; blizzards blighted Britain throughout March, killing thousands of lambing ewes and the Isle of Man and western Scotland were buried under feet of snow and declared disaster areas. Some roads were closed for days by drifts 20 feet deep and frosts were relentless and severe for weeks on end – both north and south. April began bitter and snow still fell in London, remaining on high ground throughout the month and plaguing northern Britain with continued deep drifts, ice and frost. A May blizzard ravaged most of highland Britain and by May 1, even in the normally more clement south, not a leaf was on a tree, blossom was late and poor, daffodils failed to flower in many places and garden centres saw their worst spring sales ever.

    The springs of 1837 and 1770 were even more extraordinary. Blizzards buried the N and E well into May and temperatures stayed below freezing even in London for several days in April accompanied by persistent snow, ice and frost. Lambing was catastrophic, crops could not be planted, budding fruit crops were killed off almost everywhere and staples were un-harvestable from frozen ground. Widespread famine and disease become serious issues, especially in Ireland, Britain, Germany and Scandinavia. This severity of cold was not uncommon in the period known as the Little Ice Age that lasted from about 1550 to 1900. This reached its zenith at the end of the 16th century, resulting in some bitter springs. From 1693 to 1700 spring seasons similarly as cold as 1837 happened almost every year and Scotland was colder than Iceland is now. The long economic blight this caused was a major factor in the union with England in 1707.

    In 1947 the spring brought some of the worst and most widespread floods ever in Britain. Half a million British homes went underwater after two months of snow, often 20 feet deep, rapidly melted after heavy rain, in one of the wettest springs on record. After one of the driest ever winters in 2011-12, a spectacular reversal saw the spring become one of the wettest as torrential rain set in during April.

    And at the other end of the scale 1893 brought one of the driest ever years and the worst ever spring drought. Hot sun and frost destroyed vast swathes of fruit crops in most regions and in London not a drop of rain fell for 93 days, from February to May. The spring of 1976 was hot and almost rainless in England, as were those of 1990 and 1938. Interestingly, the driest ever spring took place at the height of the great cold phase mentioned above in 1785 and was bitterly cold but clear and very dry. Until 2011 the desiccated spring of 1893 was the hottest spring on record, and almost certainly the sunniest, but the amazing 2011 season is now ahead in both regards.

    Extremes in spring can happen suddenly. March 29, 1968 gave us the hottest ever March day at 25°C. Three days later snow swept across Britain and it was 0°C in London. March 1965 began with blizzards and deep snow; three weeks later there was a heat wave almost the equal of 1968. In 1989, March 31 saw temperatures in the 20s after a snowless winter; snow fell right across the south for the first time that year on April 5. Similarly, after one of the warmest ever winters in 1974-5, it snowed every day from March 16 to April 9, often causing widespread disruption even around London. That same year snow fell all the way down to Portsmouth on June 2nd, the latest ever known lowland snowfall in Britain.

    Spring is perhaps the most diverse and fascinating season that we in Britain experience. But can science explain why its weather is so varied? It can. The warmer the oceans are, the more disturbed our weather is because this maximises the difference between the cold Arctic oceans and, in our case, the warmer North Atlantic; this difference is what generates rain and wind-bearing depressions. The seas are coldest in spring because of the lag time it takes the reduced sunlight and warmth of winter to lower sea temperatures. The cold water weakens the jet stream and high-pressure results. The character of our spring will largely be decided by where this high-pressure sits. Broadly, if it sits to the south it will be sunny and warm; to the east dry, dull and cool, and to the north and west it will bring cold weather. It may therefore disappoint you to hear that in 2015 high pressure has taken up long-term residence to the east of Britain which has led to a rather cool dull March. With any luck, however, it may soon move south.

    Patrick is the author of "The Story of the British and Their Weather" which is out now!

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  • Kaleidoscopic Concertina: The Dysfunctional Family of Richard III by Michael Hicks

     

    All of us were born into families that consist of 2 parents and 4 grandparents, plus many of us have siblings, uncles and aunts and cousins and in-laws. Some of us count a lot of people in these categories. Richard III had six siblings, whereas his enemy Henry Tudor was a posthumous child and an only child. In those days it was unusual for three generations of a family to be alive simultaneously. All Richard’s grandparents had died before he was born and one sister was already married. In the absence of contraception, fertility was high. Also high, however, was mortality at all ages. Life expectancy was low and marriages took place early (often being childhood matches). Taken together, these factors caused the personnel of the family to constantly change. The caste flickered past kaleidoscopically. Complex households abounded of full, half and stepchildren, the flotsam of vanished unions. Death rather than divorce broke up homes, many of which contained the half and stepchildren of vanished unions. We are all aware, of course, of how our families today evolve like concertinas – as the nest is filled, and emptied as offspring leave home, pair off and people their own nests which in turn become their priorities. Brothers and sisters head successor households. Such progression was and is eternal and inevitable. This concertina effect is charted in my latest book, The Family of Richard III.

    His father Richard, Duke of York and brother Edward IV His father Richard, Duke of York and brother Edward IV

    Richard III was the fourth son and seventh child of Richard Duke of York and Cecily Neville to achieve maturity. He had sixteen uncles and aunts and scores of cousins, most of whom surely were unaware of him. Their shared kinship clashed with other obligations – allegiance to the king, other blood relationships, landed interests, personal charm and incompatibilities. Brother Nevilles notoriously contested their inheritances from common ancestors in court and with force. Even the brothers and brothers-in-law of the child Richard fought on different political sides. The Wars of the Roses sharpened the lines of division. Not all of Richard’s kinsmen ended on the same side. His father and brother were killed by his uncles and his cousins in vengeance for the killing of their own fathers.

    The House of York proved particularly dysfunctional. It flouted contemporary standards of sexual morality. Adulterous liaisons, dubious marriages and breaches of promise, mistresses, bastards and incest litter the York family tree and cast doubt on the royal succession. Although united by blood, upbringing and common interests in the crown, the three York brothers – Edward IV, Clarence and Richard III – were rivals for their inheritances and ultimately all aspired to the crown. No holds were barred. Edward IV had no more

    Anne Neville, queen consort of Richard III Anne Neville, queen consort of Richard III

    insubordinate subjects than his brothers. There were a succession of public scandals. What was more shocking than Clarence’s defiant marriage, rebellion and subsequent deposition of his brother King Edward IV? What was more shocking than the struggle of the two younger brothers for the Warwick inheritance, in defiance of the rights of other heirs? It was a national issue from 1471 to 1475. What was more shocking than Edward’s fratricidal elimination of his brother Clarence? Surely even worse was Richard III’s bastardisation of the children of his brother Edward IV and probably the killing of his nephews the Princes in the Tower. That was the verdict of posterity. And what of Richard’s plan to divorce his queen and to marry his niece?

    The Elizabethan tomb of his parents at Fotheringhay The Elizabethan tomb of his parents at Fotheringhay

    For some years it appears that Richard headed a small but normal family of three – two parents bound by affection to Edward of Middleham, their hope for the future. Richard apparently had a stable relationship with a mistress who bore him the bastard son (and daughter) whom, unusually, he acknowledged and endowed as king. That family expired, however, as Prince Edward and Queen Anne died off. Replacements were planned. Although wifeless and childless, Richard III possessed a mother and mother-in-law, sisters, nephews, nieces and in-laws, less often sources of strength and service than impelled by blood to his destruction. But once he was dead, he had several nephews who aimed for his crown for another fifty years. And now, 540 years later, a host of distant relatives – the Plantagenet Alliance – claim to be the devoted heirs that Richard lacked in life.

    The Family of Richard III shows how families were expected to operate – very like how we expect them to today.

    The Family of Richard III

  • Richard III: Reinterment week

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    EARLY HISTORY CATEGORY DISCOUNT CODE OFFER

    From 24th to 30th March you can get 25% discount off the RRP of any title in the Early History: c.500 to c.1450/1500 category on our website. All you need to do is enter the code Richard III in the Discount Codes coupon code box when you click on your shopping basket before proceeding to pay. Make sure the discount has been taken off before proceeding.

    Richard III’s reburial is almost here. The last Plantagenet king will be interred in Leicester Cathedral on Thursday 26 March, and the service will be broadcast live on Channel 4. It will be the first ceremonial burial of a British monarch since 1952.

    Watch the dramatic trailer from link below:

    King Richard III: The Reburial | Begins Sunday, 5.10pm | Channel 4 - YouTube.

    The mortal remains of Richard III will be received into the care of Leicester Cathedral on the evening of 22 March, will lie in repose for 3 days and will be reburied on the morning of Thursday 26 March. The following days, Friday 27 and Saturday 28 March, will mark the end of the journey with the reveal of the tomb and a service to mark the completion of the reinterment.

    The University of Leicester is organising a week of free events to celebrate the reinterment. Hear from the experts who made the historical discoveries, experiment with DNA extraction, meet a 14th century friar, examine real skeletal remains, sample a medieval banquet and much more: http://www2.le.ac.uk/institution/kr3events

    As part of these events David Baldwin will discuss ‘Leicester’s Lost King’, featuring an analysis of King Richard's reign and character. Baldwin is the historian who first identified the likely location of the grave. His 1986 paper for Leicester Archaeological and Historical Society (which can be found here) was the first serious suggestion that the King’s remains could still lie undisturbed beneath the Greyfriars car park. A former University of Leicester lecturer, he is the author of several books including the bestselling biography Richard III.

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    A new edition of Richard III, updated with information on the reinterment will be available from 1 April 2015.

    9781445648453

    This Saturday 21 March also sees the first of a series of programmes commemorating Richard’s life, death and discovery. A new Channel 4 drama-documentary made for the event, Richard III: The Princes in the Tower, will be broadcast at 9pm: http://www.channel4.com/programmes/richard-iii-the-princes-in-the-tower

    Then on Sunday 22 March, the king’s remains will be processed through Leicestershire parading through the towns and villages Richard visited when he was alive. The King in the Car Park, on Channel 4 at 5.10pm, will show Richard III’s remains arriving at Leicester Cathedral with experts discussing his place in history: http://www.channel4.com/programmes/richard-iii-the-reburial 

    Then on Thursday, in a show hosted by Jon Snow, the reinterment will be broadcast live at 10am with a second show in the evening (8pm) replaying highlights from the day.

    Remember the life and death of the only monarch of England without a marked grave. Be a witness to history and tune in!

    Relive the excitement of the investigating team who found Richard III's skeleton under a Leicester car park in this fascinating programme:

    Discovering Richard III, the King in the car park: http://www.channel4.com/programmes/richard-iii-the-king-in-the-car-park/

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