Philippa of England was born of Henry of Bolingbroke, who later became King Henry IV of England, in Peterborough Castle on July fourth, 1394.
In 1401, King Henry IV proposed to Queen Margaret I of Denmark an alliance between England and Denmark, by way of an English heir to the throne to Catherine, sister to the heir of the Nordic thrones, but Margaret could not agree with the English conditions to this arrangement, therefore, Philippa was engaged to Eric of Pomerania, and declared Queen in 1405. She was married to Eric on October 6, 1406 in Lund Cathedral. She was the first recorded princess to wear a white wedding dress for a royal wedding ceremony. She wore a white tunic with a white silk cloak bordered with grey squirrel and ermine. She received large parts of Sweden as her dowry. That is where she spent most of her rule.
Philippa gave birth to a stillborn boy in 1429 and died on January seventh in 1430.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Olivier de Clisson
Olivier de Clisson was a French man, who was a close friend and adviser to the King Charles VI of France. He was raised in England by his mother, Jeanne de Belleville, for his father, Olivier de Clisson Sr., was put to death on the suspicion of him wanting to give up Nantes to the English, and where Jeanne married her second husband.
When Olivier returned to Brittany, he went to arms with John de Montfort. He made himself known at the battle of Auray, where he lost an eye and earned the nickname, "Butcher" for ordering his troops to leave no survivors and take no prisoners. Later on, because of quarrels and differences against Montfort, he took sides against him, therefore, he allied with France. In 1370, Olivier acquired possession of Josselin and built Josselin Castle. Later that same year, he allied with Bertrand du Guesclin, following him in all the riots against England. When Guesclin died,, Olivier gained the title of the Constable of France in his place, and kept the title for twelve years, until 1392.
When he returned to France, an attempt was made to assassinate him by Pierre de Craon, who was in league with Montfort, now John V, Duke of Brittany, but his life was spared thanks to his chainmail coat, giving him time to draw his sword against his attackers. While the struggle was going on, Clisson fell off his horse and was knocked out by hitting the door of a bakers shop. Believing Olivier dead, Pierre fled the country to the safety of Brittany.
Charles VI took arms against John V, but during the siege, was overcome with a turn of madness. Charles' uncles were convinced Olivier had caused the King's mad outbreak, so he had to take refuge in Brittany, where he met up with Duke John and, after the Duke's death, he received the honor of becoming the protector of the duchy, and of the young princess. Clisson gathered much wealth before he died.
When Olivier returned to Brittany, he went to arms with John de Montfort. He made himself known at the battle of Auray, where he lost an eye and earned the nickname, "Butcher" for ordering his troops to leave no survivors and take no prisoners. Later on, because of quarrels and differences against Montfort, he took sides against him, therefore, he allied with France. In 1370, Olivier acquired possession of Josselin and built Josselin Castle. Later that same year, he allied with Bertrand du Guesclin, following him in all the riots against England. When Guesclin died,, Olivier gained the title of the Constable of France in his place, and kept the title for twelve years, until 1392.
When he returned to France, an attempt was made to assassinate him by Pierre de Craon, who was in league with Montfort, now John V, Duke of Brittany, but his life was spared thanks to his chainmail coat, giving him time to draw his sword against his attackers. While the struggle was going on, Clisson fell off his horse and was knocked out by hitting the door of a bakers shop. Believing Olivier dead, Pierre fled the country to the safety of Brittany.
Charles VI took arms against John V, but during the siege, was overcome with a turn of madness. Charles' uncles were convinced Olivier had caused the King's mad outbreak, so he had to take refuge in Brittany, where he met up with Duke John and, after the Duke's death, he received the honor of becoming the protector of the duchy, and of the young princess. Clisson gathered much wealth before he died.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Queen Mary de Bohun
Queen Mary de Bohun was never actually queen, as she died before her husband, Henry IV was throned. She was the daughter of Humphery de Bohun and Joan FitzAlan.
Mary was the first wife of King Henry IV and she had six living children by him. The first of the children was Edward, who died atleast within the same month if not at birth and was buried at Monmouth Castle. Henry V of England, the first surviving, lived to become the next king of England after his father. Thomas, Duke of Clarence was second, third, John, Duke of Bedford, fifth, their eldest daughter Blanche, and sixth, Philippa of England and Queen of Denmark.
Mary died at Peterborough Castle, after giving birth to her last daughter, Philippa, on the fourth of June, 1394. She was buried at the Church of St. Mary de Castro in Liecester.
Mary was the first wife of King Henry IV and she had six living children by him. The first of the children was Edward, who died atleast within the same month if not at birth and was buried at Monmouth Castle. Henry V of England, the first surviving, lived to become the next king of England after his father. Thomas, Duke of Clarence was second, third, John, Duke of Bedford, fifth, their eldest daughter Blanche, and sixth, Philippa of England and Queen of Denmark.
Mary died at Peterborough Castle, after giving birth to her last daughter, Philippa, on the fourth of June, 1394. She was buried at the Church of St. Mary de Castro in Liecester.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Kyle Friends, Home, and Life itself
Nervousness was stupid and I don’t know why I was. Everyone is nice and I have made at least two friends already! It’s only been two weeks! My first friend was Gabby, the YW’s Beehives president. She and I have a lot in common, except that she is organized and responsible. She is home schooled like me, so we have a lot of time on our hands for each other. HanaNoel “Noel” is my other friend and she is home schooled as well. She is fun to be around and not too “grown up”. She came over and we played action figures and she asked if we could go look at my pipe cleaner dolls some more! I think Papa scared her away, though, because he made us haul trees so we could burnthem. We fed her with fire roasted hot dogs, though, so I think she might come back!
After we ripped the house apart and started actually moving in, it didn’t seem so gross and I think of it as home now. The ward is nice and we only live four minutes away from the church. Everything is so close by here and they’re building a new, huge library that we could ride our bikes to! We’ve started to clear the land little by little and it’s kinda looking better... Olivia and I are starting to build a fort in the back, but it’s starting to rain (finally!) and I think I ought to get walls and a roof on it quick. Raise the floor off the ground to it doesn’t rot, and get some cosy stuff back there. I do still need to find a friend who will help me build the fort, so it gets done when Liv is being too lazy to help.
Sibling rival hasn’t gotten any better since the move and I have to share a room again and sleep on an air mattress that the girls keep jumping on and pushing it away from the wall. Do you know how many times I’ve had to dig all my stuff out from between the wall and the bed, push it back against the wall, and make it (again) during the last few days!?!? Haha, but I’ll survive!
So that’s life so far! The move hasn’t changed very much around here, but I’ve gotten a fresh and healthy start in the social world of a teen!
Thursday, September 15, 2011
King Charles VI of France
King Charles VI of France
King Charles VI of France was a great and loved king during the time of the late thirteen hundreds through the early fourteen hundreds. He reigned during the great English war also known as the Hundred Years’ War. Charles was born on the third of December, 1368 in Paris, France by King Charles V of France and Joan of Bourbon. He was crowned king at eleven in 1380. At sixteen, he married Isabeau of Bavaria in 1385.
He had twelve children by Isabeau:Charles, Dauphin (25 Sep.,1386-28 Dec.,1386) ,Joan (14 Jun, 1388-1390), Isabella (9 Nov, 1389-13 Sep 1409), Charles, Dauphin (6 Feb 1392-13 Jan 1401), Mary (22 Aug, 1393-19 Aug 1438), Michelle (11 Jan,1395-8 Jul, 1422), Louis, Dauphin (22 Jan, 1397-18 Dec, 1415), John, Dauphin (31 Aug, 1398-5 Apr 1417), Cathrine (27 Oct, 1401-3 Jan, 1438), Charles VII King of France (22 Feb, 1403-21 Jul, 1461), Philip (10 Nov, 1407-10 Nov, 1407): and one illegitemate child by Odette de Champdivers: Marguerite batarde de France or Marguerite de Valois, la demoiselle de Belleville (1407-Jan 1458). He also had one sibling by the name of Louis, Duke of Orleans, who tried to take over as king during Charles’s madness. So did Charles and his’ three uncles, Philip the Bold, Duke of Burgundy, and John, Duke of Berry, who all took control and dismissed all of the officers that Charles had appointed.
King Charles went mad around the time of 1392, the first time, trying to kill his friend and advisor, Olivier de Clisson. The “would be” assassin, Pierre de Craon, who had hidden in Brittany, and whom Charles was determined to punish. One morning, Charles woke up, not knowing his name or that he was king, so when his wife came to visit him, he demanded to know who she was and asked his servants to take care of what she wanted so that she would just leave him alone. He knew his officers, but not his wife or children. He would sometimes run madly through the corridors of the palace, so the entrances and exits had to be walled up to keep him in. He refused to bathe or change his clothes for five months. There were times he thought he were made entirely out of glass and would protect himself in certain ways to ensure that he would not break.
The reign of King Charles VI of France was marked by the English Invasion, or the Hundred Years’ War. He tried to make peace early on by marrying his young daughter, Isabella of Valois, who was not yet seven, to twenty-nine year-old Richard II of England. In 1415, though, the feud between the Royal Family and the House of Burgundy had led way to an anarchy all through France. King Henry V of England took advantage and attacked when the situation peaked in October and the French army was crushed at the Battle of Angincourt. In 1420, King Charles signed the treaty of Tanneguy du Chatel, or Troyes, stating that Henry of England would be his successor, disinheriting his son Dauphin, claiming that he was illegitimate, and betrothing his daughter, Cathrine of Valois, to Henry V of England.Charles died on the twenty-first of October, 1422, in Paris and is buried with his wife, Isabeau, at St. Denis Basilica.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Mouse Tail Chapter 7
MINNIE
Try telling a bunch of baby birds that your sister is probably worried sick about you and you're hopelessly lost. It doesn't work too well. The birds were STILL staring at me and my calm impatience. "Can any of you fly?" I asked, annoyed. They stared. "HELLO!" I yelled. That broke whatever spell they were under. They chirped to each other for a moment, then they bobbed their little/big heads. " You can?!" I was excited now. "Could you carry me around?" More bobbing.
"Would you? Without eating me, that is...," They bobbed their heads again. I felt like screaming with joy. I went to the closest one and cautiously climbed on. The bird took off. I yelped. It was so sudden. But then the world turned around. Everything was so beautiful to see. Like a giant quilt. Patches of color, or, desert. I snapped back to reality and what I was doing way up here in the first place. I looked for Maggie and the big, coiled shape of Silver. I saw a big stick structure tied together with desert grass, but no Maggie. Where could she be? I let the baby bird fly around for a little and then landed it home. I took a short nap while the birds went back to staring at me.
Try telling a bunch of baby birds that your sister is probably worried sick about you and you're hopelessly lost. It doesn't work too well. The birds were STILL staring at me and my calm impatience. "Can any of you fly?" I asked, annoyed. They stared. "HELLO!" I yelled. That broke whatever spell they were under. They chirped to each other for a moment, then they bobbed their little/big heads. " You can?!" I was excited now. "Could you carry me around?" More bobbing.
"Would you? Without eating me, that is...," They bobbed their heads again. I felt like screaming with joy. I went to the closest one and cautiously climbed on. The bird took off. I yelped. It was so sudden. But then the world turned around. Everything was so beautiful to see. Like a giant quilt. Patches of color, or, desert. I snapped back to reality and what I was doing way up here in the first place. I looked for Maggie and the big, coiled shape of Silver. I saw a big stick structure tied together with desert grass, but no Maggie. Where could she be? I let the baby bird fly around for a little and then landed it home. I took a short nap while the birds went back to staring at me.
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MAGGIE
Still sitting in our little makeshift home, Silver and I talked and harvested little prickly pears. A long time ago, when I still felt like a young mouse, I had had nightmares about being alone then meeting snakes. Now, here I was, talking with a snake without my Minnie. I was surprised when I thought about it. I missed Minnie and I wanted to go home. I saw a shadow outside the stick building. A flying shadow with wings and a beak. Oh, no, I thought. another hawk. My mind stopped working for a minute and went into survival mode. I backed up against the wall and started squeaking madly. Then my face hurt. I snapped out of whatever was happening to me. Silver had slapped my face. He hadn't been talking much since we left the Nook. I had come to love the big guy. He was my strong, silent friend. I trusted him and knew if I was ever in trouble, he would be there. I rushed outside to see just a baby bird flying away. I thought there was something on it's back, but I was surely just hallucinating. I scampered back inside and pulled on Silver. "We're going searching now," I told him firmly and walked bravely out the door to start across the lonely desert.
My mother says to discontinue this story...I would like some honest comments about if I should stop and start a fan fiction, or keep going, please.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Mouse Tail Chapter 6
My chapters on this story lately have been extremely short. I apologize to the people who have complained about that and I would fix it were it not that my blog is already so scrambled and confusing. Instead of having every character change be the start of a new chapter, I'm just going to make a little swirly thingy to say that we're changing scenes.
CHAPTER 6 MINNIE
SEPARATED
We walked and we walked. Then we ran, then sat, then walked some more. I was beginning to tire. I felt tears welling up behind my sleep deprived eyelids. I wanted to find my family. I wanted to go home and what is home without loved ones? It isn't. Silver kept on, making no complaints and no sound. Sometimes, I had to look back to make sure he was still there. He scared me . It was very odd to be traveling with a rat snake even though he had promised not to eat us. Remembering the experience of being swallowed churned my stomach and want to curl up in a tiny ball of fear. How could they do this? My own family! Abandoning us! "Stop it!" I told myself. "You're just thinking like that because you're scared and lonely!" And I was. Right from the top of my ears to the tip of my tail I was shaking with fear. I was glad that Maggie was with me. I jumped forward and grasped her paw. She was startled, I could tell, and scared too, but she held my paw firmly and bravely. She knew I was frightened and was understanding and sisterly. How much I loved her could never be put into words.
Suddenly a shadow overcame us. I dared not to look up. Silver hissed in fear and Maggie gasped. I still stared at the ground. Then, before I knew it, I was in the air. Maggie screamed. I didn't let go of her paw. I dragged her into the air with me. She screamed again.
Then she slipped.
I knew that I was going to die. Finally, I looked up at the beast who carried me. A great hawk was leering at me with hungry eyes. Funny how the first thing I notice in a scary thing is it's eyes. Usually it is said that mice are looked at with great fear in their eyes. Not me. I just accepted my fate. I looked at that massive thing calmly and without expression. As if not wanting to admit defeat, the hawk turned away, looking forward and shaking it's head as if to say, "The eye trick usually works! I don't understand!" I kept staring at it. I had no fear. I had no bravery. I had no feelings whatsoever. Now I was on the ground, or, rather on a flat surface thousands of feet in the air. Little birds were staring at me curiously. My kidnapper snapped at my tail, but the little ones just kept on staring. I looked at the massive bird, then back at the little ones. They didn't DO anything. It must have been a first to see a mouse without fear or defiance. The only concern I had about being eaten was that Maggie would be heartbroken if she had even survive that fall. I lay down and slept like a dead mouse. " I'm sorry Maggie. If you survive, meet me in heaven. If not, I'll see you soon."
CHAPTER 6 MINNIE
SEPARATED
We walked and we walked. Then we ran, then sat, then walked some more. I was beginning to tire. I felt tears welling up behind my sleep deprived eyelids. I wanted to find my family. I wanted to go home and what is home without loved ones? It isn't. Silver kept on, making no complaints and no sound. Sometimes, I had to look back to make sure he was still there. He scared me . It was very odd to be traveling with a rat snake even though he had promised not to eat us. Remembering the experience of being swallowed churned my stomach and want to curl up in a tiny ball of fear. How could they do this? My own family! Abandoning us! "Stop it!" I told myself. "You're just thinking like that because you're scared and lonely!" And I was. Right from the top of my ears to the tip of my tail I was shaking with fear. I was glad that Maggie was with me. I jumped forward and grasped her paw. She was startled, I could tell, and scared too, but she held my paw firmly and bravely. She knew I was frightened and was understanding and sisterly. How much I loved her could never be put into words.
Suddenly a shadow overcame us. I dared not to look up. Silver hissed in fear and Maggie gasped. I still stared at the ground. Then, before I knew it, I was in the air. Maggie screamed. I didn't let go of her paw. I dragged her into the air with me. She screamed again.
Then she slipped.
I knew that I was going to die. Finally, I looked up at the beast who carried me. A great hawk was leering at me with hungry eyes. Funny how the first thing I notice in a scary thing is it's eyes. Usually it is said that mice are looked at with great fear in their eyes. Not me. I just accepted my fate. I looked at that massive thing calmly and without expression. As if not wanting to admit defeat, the hawk turned away, looking forward and shaking it's head as if to say, "The eye trick usually works! I don't understand!" I kept staring at it. I had no fear. I had no bravery. I had no feelings whatsoever. Now I was on the ground, or, rather on a flat surface thousands of feet in the air. Little birds were staring at me curiously. My kidnapper snapped at my tail, but the little ones just kept on staring. I looked at the massive bird, then back at the little ones. They didn't DO anything. It must have been a first to see a mouse without fear or defiance. The only concern I had about being eaten was that Maggie would be heartbroken if she had even survive that fall. I lay down and slept like a dead mouse. " I'm sorry Maggie. If you survive, meet me in heaven. If not, I'll see you soon."
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MAGGIE
I wept like a child. Silver coiled around me and squeezed softly. He had caught me when I fell. I didn't know what to do. Should I curl up and die? Continue the search for family? How could I face them when I lost her? I asked Silver if there were any places to stay close by.
"No, I'm afraid not, my dear girl. Unless you want to be eaten."
"We'll then we'll have to make our own. We can just stay unsheltered," I stood up and climbed out of the smooth silver coils. "We'll need some sticks. Can you help?" I knew it was a stupid question. Silver didn't have anything to grab them with. But he proved me wrong. He moved over to a small, spread out pile of twigs and sticks and moved his body along to scoop them along the ground and to where I had been sitting. He was more efficient than I was with paws! One by one, he coiled the end of his tail around a stick and carefully placed it in the ground for starting stakes. He built up a long wall. And then another and another, until there was a square with a hole in it for entrance and exit. Silver lifted me so as to put the roof on our little temporary home. I got some desert grass, for that was about where we were, and tied twigs together to make a door. Silver lifted it so I could tie it into place. We finished it off with a mouse sized grass bed and a rock for a chair. I got in my dry grass bed and fell into a deep sleep, dreaming about Minnie and how she might be doing if she was even alive.
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