Grymm

Print it out on yer 'puter and stick it on the tater/bit of lino/bit of wood to carve round.....or get Gegory23 off Livinghistory.co.uk to do it for you, dab hand with a woodblock that chap.

For the Gay Pirates out there

Teeshirts too

During the prohibition in the US booze was still allowed on prescription from a doctor.

Frenchie habit that, wearing wooden shoes. British 'clogs' are wood sole leather upper, in fact I've got refs to later (7yrs War)British naval contractors getting a bollocking for supplying wooden soled shoes rather than the leather soles specified.

I've made a linen oiled coat. made the coat first, dunked it in boiled linseed oil until it was all well soaked through then hung it up in an airy shed to dry. it was a good summer(By UK standards anyway) and it took about a month to 'cure', kept the rain off a treat.....stank though. Finally died after 8yrs of good service being patched and repaired but like an eejit I forgot about the linseed oil cloth thing and didn't open it out after reproofing but left it folded (I think I got distracted) for a day or so and it caught fire.... Fresh linseed oil'll do that to cloth if you ball it up too much, it's an oxidizer see, heigh ho never got round to making another.

Variations on the theme of tattie topping

Fish or Fishermans Pie, you'll need

Some big tatties

leeks onions and fennel bulb

butter, flour, milk, veg or fish stock cube

Some salmon chunked up

some smoked haddock ditto

and again with a tasty white fish (cod if there's any left)

some prawns if you are pushing the boat out.

Cheese (optional) Proper cheese mind

Bit rough and ready, you'll need to bugger about with amounts as I usually do bungit cookery.....bung stuff in til it looks enough. The white sauce is easy to scale up or down just try and keep the proportions...but a spot more milk never hurts

Put some large tatties in to bake well before

fry off some onions or leeks and a little fennel bulb/root, pref in butter, then place with fish of choice in a casserole dish

make a white sauce+

1oz butter 1oz flour 8-10fl oz milk, melt butter blend in flour to a paste then whisk in milk with stock cube bit by bit over a gentle heat until it starts to thicken then pour over fish and veg in dish, stir and bang in a medium oven.(18o c)

Remove tatties split and scoop and squash (with a little butter milk and pepper and cheese if y'like)

When fish is near done remove and top with mash, scatter top with cheese return to oven until browned and just starting to crisp.

For a full meal innapie put cooked peas broccoli florets and small diced carrots in the sauce before you put the tattie on.

If you are using a lighter coloured felt then go for the blonde or platina shellac flakes, black and dark brown the button and ruby types will do. Here in the UK the flakes are still stocked by hardware and craft shops, anywhere that stocks french polishing supplies.

I've done several 'tarred hats' using bitumen paint like this HERE which are 100% waterproof and hard enough to stand on without collapsing but I don't know the US terminology for the paint (Like methylated spirits here is denatured alcohol there) or indeed if 'The Powers That Be' trust you lot to not drink it/swim in it/wear it/shove it up your bottoms (or whatever other flimsy excuse governments give for banning useful things these days) so it might be unavailable over there.

Dress Up, tudor cook and Edumakater in the Great Kitchens at Hampton Court Palace, part time hatmaker, costumer, blacksmith, and general presenter of history shi-ite from Roman to WWII.

It's almost like having a proper job these days.............

The idea that water carried disease wasn't really known about until the mid 19thC when some chappie in London, who's name I forget, logged the cases of cholera on a map and noticed that they centred on a communal pump. The miasma smell basically is where folks though sickness came from hence pomanders to sniff to ward off disease and the strange beaky costumes of plague doctors

So...seeing this [costume] I can't help but wonder; would it be PC for me to wear a mask like that at an event? It would be so cool and we have period evidence...sort of. (Don't even bet I wouldn't do it. You'll lose.)

The plague doctor outfit is period so no reason not to have an outbreak of plague at an event.....or have one doc in white and one in black and have doc vs doc rather n spy vs spy.

Not having a pop m'duck, 's just my muse isn't in me today so it all comes out a bit preachy, sorry.

If your water was murky and smelly you didn't drink it....from Andrew Bord who was admittedly 16thC

And let euery man be ware of all waters whiche be standynge, and be putryfyed with froth, duckemet, and mudde; for yf they bake, or brewe, or dresse meate with it, it shall ingender many infyrmytes.

The water which euery man ought to dresse his meat with all or shall vse bakynge or bruyng, let it be ronnyng; and put in vesselles that it may stande there .ii. or .iii. houres or it be occupyed; than strayne the vpper parte throughe a thycke lynnyn cloth, and caste the inferyall parte away.

Looks like I am repeating information that was previously posted but I am leaving this post anyway.

Please correct me if I am wrong but I believe that water was often undrinkable in cities. Cider was used by many. Assuming that they were using hard cider it is likely that tolerance would been high.

The idea that water carried disease wasn't really known about until the mid 19thC when some chappie in London, who's name I forget, logged the cases of cholera on a map and noticed that they centred on a communal pump. The miasma smell basically is where folks though sickness came from hence pomanders to sniff to ward off disease and the strange beaky costumes of plague doctors

And when people mention cider pre 19thC it is always in reference to the alcoholic drink, non alcoholic is called apple juice , it's not 'til mid 19thC- early 20thC that the Temperance movement start using the prefix 'hard' as a way of demonising lovely natural cider. To be honest apple juice like grape juice will ferment naturally, you have to boil it to buggery to stop it fermenting, 's only really in the States that cider is non alcoholic, every other language cider, cidre, sidro, cidra, sidra, seidr, sider are all lovely lovely booze.....The hebrew word for strong drink shekhar is the root word for cider and it is belived to be mans first alcoholic drink remains of apple pressings and traces having been found in some prehistoric sites.

When William Watt was sued, the account reference for May 18 indicates that Watts’ wife drank 2 pottles of cider in Orrell’s establishment." (p. 23)

I put that there because I like the word 'pottle.' Pottle, pottle, pottle.

That's a gallon of cider the woman has put away. Thats serious drinkin'. Pottle = 4 pints or half a gallon.

Thing of beauty.....nuff said

Saw this fellows stuff at one of the UK's big 'nactors/history markets, its fabulous and his MP3 players....WOW!

Website for this sickeningly talented individual http://www.steampunk-engineering.co.uk/index.html

Bunged a load of cockerel tail feathers on my old straw trice......the best bit of last bird I bet on, lost me lots of cash but made a good stew and a purdy hat*

* I dint really, but makes for a plausible back story

After digging through Covent Garden Ladies, Lascivious Bodies and several of books on Restoration and early 1700s London one of the know approaches by working girls, the street walking variety, was to tap a prospective client on the cheek or shoulder with a closed fan. Might just be London code though.

Weird ideas some folk get that certain modes of dress/jewelery indicate sexual availability/preferences/orientation, still, today, in the 21stC. Like my Welsh barmaid ex who had a labrette peircing (just below her lips......on her face you filthy minded bunch) and was nervously approached by a young man who asked if that it was true that it meant she liked botty sex She didn't hit him but some choice words were said! Men with peirced ears are gay, yup I still occasionally get asked that, not true. Me Nanna used to say that women who wore red hats were indicating a lack of knickers and women with ankle chains were prostitutes.I pretty sure somewhere in a pub there is someone who makes all this shi'ite up to see how many people they can get into fights just for a giggle

Wit and Mirth Vol 1

vol 4

Vol 3

vol 5

All pub 1719

The one in the above post is vol 6 so just missing vol 2......I'll find the wee bugger though.

And more songs to the tune alluded to by that Cunning Mr Foxe http://davidkidd.net...ptain_Kidd.html

Edited to add Hooray! Volume 2

The Bod (Got me a readers ticket =o) soooooooo happy) has a collection of Ballads and Broadsides http://www.bodley.ox.ac.uk/ballads/

and the Childs collection http://www.sacred-te.../neu/eng/child/

Cecil Sharpe collection has some bits online and if you've a musical bent well worth a visit http://www.efdss.org...rary-online/115 almost in Camden Market so if you're in London send the other half round Camden and you go there =o)

This should take you to a 1720 book of songs and tunes Wit and mirth: or, Pills to purge melancholy There's some right smut in y'ere ;o)

Song book of 1609 Deuteromelia which includes one of my fav boozing and shouting out of toon toons which I know as

Jolly Red Nose

Of all the birds that ever I see

the Owl is the fairest in her degree

for all the day long she sits in a tree

and when the night comes

away flys she.

To whit, to woo, to whom drinks thou

Sir Knave, to you

This song is well sung; I make you a vow

and he is a knave that drinkuth now

Nose, nose, jolly red nose

and who gave thee that jolly red nose

Cinamin, ginger, nutmeg and cloves

and that gave me my jolly red nose

I care for no fool whose purse is not full

But he that have money I never find dull

and if he still have it when hence he duth go

I'll trample my tankard and never drink mo'

A rat, a roo, to whom drinks thou

Sir knave, to you

This song is well sung; I make you a vow

and he is a knave that drinkuth now

Nose, nose, jolly red nose

and who gave thee that jolly red nose

Cinamin, ginger, nutmeg and cloves

and that gave me my jolly red nose

I'll not have a maiden that's never been tried

but give me a wonton to lie by my side

and this have I used as the rule of my life

That wonton is best that's another man's wife

coockoo, coockoo to whom drinks thou

Sir knave, to you

This song is well sung; I make you a vow

and he is a knave that drinkuth now

Nose, nose, jolly red nose

and who gave thee that jolly red nose

Cinamin, ginger, nutmeg and cloves

and that gave me my jolly red nose

The tune is prob'ly not the original for the Digger's song (Early 18thC) but predates the Jaco song which is late 18th (R. Burns rewrite is the most sung)....it is the pro Jaco not the earlier Whiggy anti Jaco version you're on about?

Original post '45 Anti Jaco song

You Jacobites by Name, now give Ear, now give Ear,

You Jacobites by Name, now give Ear;

You Jacobites by Name,

Your Praise I will proclaim,

Some says you are to blame for this Wear. With the Pope you covenant, as they say, as they say,

With the Pope you covenant, as they say,

With the Pope you covenant,

And Letters there you sent,

Which made your Prince present to array.

Your Prince and Duke o'Perth, where they go, where they go,

Your Prince and Duke o'Perth, where they go,

Your Prince and Duke o'Perth,

They're Cumb'rers o' the Earth,

Causing great Hunger and Dearth where they go.

He is the King of Reef, I'll declare, I'll declare,

He is the King of Reef, I'll declare,

He is the King of Reef,

Of a Robber and o' Thief,

To rest void of Relief when he's near.

They marched thro' our Land cruelly, cruelly,

They marched thro' our Land cruelly,

They marched thro' our Land

With a bloody thievish Band

To Edinburgh then they wan Treachery.

To Preston then they came, in a Rout, in a Rout,

To Preston then they came, in a Rout;

To Preston then they came,

Brave Gard'ner murd'red then.

A Traitor did command, as we doubt.

To England then they went, as bold, as bold,

To England then they went, as bold;

To England then they went,

And Carlisle they ta'en't,

The Crown they fain would ha'en't, but behold.

You Jacobites by Name, now give Ear, now give Ear,

You Jacobites by Name, now give Ear;

You Jacobites by Name,

Your Praise I will proclaim,

Some says you are to blame for this Wear. With the Pope you covenant, as they say, as they say,

With the Pope you covenant, as they say,

With the Pope you covenant,

And Letters there you sent,

Which made your Prince present to array.

Your Prince and Duke o'Perth, where they go, where they go,

Your Prince and Duke o'Perth, where they go,

Your Prince and Duke o'Perth,

They're Cumb'rers o' the Earth,

Causing great Hunger and Dearth where they go.

He is the King of Reef, I'll declare, I'll declare,

He is the King of Reef, I'll declare,

He is the King of Reef,

Of a Robber and o' Thief,

To rest void of Relief when he's near.

They marched thro' our Land cruelly, cruelly,

They marched thro' our Land cruelly,

They marched thro' our Land

With a bloody thievish Band

To Edinburgh then they wan Treachery.

To Preston then they came, in a Rout, in a Rout,

To Preston then they came, in a Rout;

To Preston then they came,

Brave Gard'ner murd'red then.

A Traitor did command, as we doubt.

To England then they went, as bold, as bold,

To England then they went, as bold;

To England then they went,

And Carlisle they ta'en't,

The Crown they fain would ha'en't, but behold.

To London as they went, on the Way, on the Way,

To London as they went, on the way,

To London as they went,

In a Trap did there present,

No battle they will stent, for to die. They turned from that Place, and they ran, and they ran,

They turned from that Place, and they ran;

They turned from that Place

As the Fox, when Hounds do chace.

They tremble at the Name, CUMBERLAN'.

To Scotland then they came, when they fly, when they fly,

To Scotland then they came, when they fly,

To Scotland then they came,

And they robb'd on every Hand,

By Jacobites Command, where they ly.

When Duke William does command, you must go, you must go;

When Duke William does command, you must go;

When Duke William does command,

Then you must leave the Land,

Your Conscience in your Hand like a Crow.

Tho' Carlisle ye took by the Way, by the Way;

Tho' Carlisle ye took by the Way;

Tho' Carlisle ye took,

Short Space ye did it Brook,

These Rebels got a Rope on a Day.

The Pope and Prelacy, where they came, where they came,

The Pope and Prelacy, where they came;

The Pope and Prelacy,

They rul'd with Cruelty,

They ought to hing on high for the same.

Then there's the problem with arrangements we lean towards more modern version for e.g.

this is from a period Ms http://www.youtube.c...h?v=T5saIajZ-jg

and this is how most people sing it these days

Some more

http://www.youtube.c...feature=related

And one of my favs being a bit of a lefty.......http://www.youtube.c...h?v=k_ZhN-bNhtg works well as a work song too =o)

Alt version

With a bit of snippage

My apologies. I was mislead. I can't find a reference to blue aprons and whores anywhere. After doing more research, looks more like white aprons were the rule for whore's not blue. ..............................

.................white apron being used to draw in customers..........Hmm ...I need to change the color of my apron.

I think that justb wearing a white apron or blue or striped alone didn't mark out a womans ehem profession otherwise that's an awful lot of 'ladies of negotiable virtue' coz, well pick a picture, almost all the aprons are white/natural linen with the odd blue or ticking version bunged in for good luck. It may be us wanting it to be a lot more simple than it actually was.

Those working girls may have had code words or regular pitches been a little lacksidaisical in the mode of dress, a bit too much decollitage to be decent girls or mebbe even baps out shaking them from an upper story window calling cooee, who knows. But I'm pretty certain it wasn't down to apron colour.

Shepherds pie traditionally uses sheep, mutton or lamb, and cottage pie is beef, both with a tattie topping and sometimes with cheese in or melted ontop of y'mashed tatties, mmmmmmmmmmmmm.........real cheese, not that stuff that can be used for resoling shoes and comes presliced 'tween ikkle bits of plastic film or the stuff that comes in a can but real, preferably unpasturised, cheese.

Meanwhile, outside the tavern/inn/pub/tippling house