#eene old country

[mkorpse13]

I finally drew Rolf’s parents! Yay!

Irina or Irin is a nice yet strict women, she enjoys cooking odd dishes and gardening.

Aaran is a hardworking shepherd, he’s a jolly old man and loves his family dearly.

I actually love how their designs turned out, I tried using clues given from the show to make these designs. (like descriptions or things described about them)

I’ll most likely do more designs for Rolf’s family soon, since I missed doing it. Nana is most likely next. :)

[themoderngogoworld]

God Jul! And may you receive many kisses beneath the membrane of a yak~

[hyber-region]

Flying / Fairy regional bird for the Hyber Region! ☘️

Robeen >> Hoopid >> Cladowl

Robeens are very common all over Hyber but Cladowls are a rare site. They are seen as mature and wise beyond their years - and very adept at understanding people. Young couples in the region sometimes seek out Cladowls to test their bond and a blessing from one can make or break a relationship. Those who have raised a young and inexperienced Robeen all the way to a Cladowl are considered impressive trainers not to be challenged lightly!

Robeen is a play on Robin and when you add ín (een) to the name of a young person as a term of endearment (ie the youngest Seán in the family would be Seánín). Robeens make excellent first Pokémon to add to your team as they’re loyal and love humans.

Hoopid’s name is probably easier to understand - just Hoot & Cupid mixed together. I like to think young Hoopids try to play matchmaker in local villages but still don’t really understand human relationships so are more of a nuisance that means well

Cladowl - I really liked the idea of the Claddagh rings inspiring this fakemon. The ring can have 3 meanings - love, loyalty, and friendship - so the best way to evolve your Robeen into the powerful Cladowl is to really nurture that bond.

The other inspiration for this Pokémon is the Lisdoonvarna matchmaking festival. It’s an old school festival that was started to help awkward farmers from the country find a wife. But it grew into a big tourist event and even caters to LGBTQ+ relationships which I think is pretty cool. Maybe your character would have to visit the festival as part of the story? Who knows I’m rambling now 😅

[scotianostra]

July 1st 1916 saw the first day of The Battle of the Somme in World War One.

In the week leading up to the battle, over 1.5 million shells were fired, I won’t delve any further into this futile battle in a nonsensical war that cost so many lives on both sides, the twentieth century brought a new horror to warfare that continues to this day and it depresses me. The battle lasted over 4 months, more than three million men fought in it and one million men were wounded or killed.

I will simply leave you with the poem Glory’ by Scots poet Violet Jacob, who lost her twenty-year-old son Harry in the battle. Written soon after his death and published in December of that year, the poem would surely have resonated with thousands of bereaved mothers across the country.

Growing up in Angus, Violet wrote many of her poems, including this one, in her native Scots tongue.here .

Pics are from various sources and battles, the kilt is the remains of a Gordon Highlander Regiment kilt found near Pozieres, possibly cut from a wounded soldier, it has never been identified andwas collected by the Australian war correspondent Charles Bean, in the vicinity of Pozieres, on 25th August 1918.

I canna’ see ye, lad, I canna’ see ye,

For a’ yon glory that’s aboot yer heid,

Yon licht that haps ye, an’ the hosts that’s wi’ ye,

Aye, but ye live, an’ it’s mysel’ that’s deid!

They gae’d frae mill and mart; frae wind-blawn places,

And grey toon-closes; i’ the empty street

Nae mair the bairns ken their steps, their faces,

Nor stand to listen to the trampin’ feet.

Beside the brae, and soughin’ through the rashes,

Yer voice comes back to me at ilka turn,

Amang the whins, an’ whaur the water washes

The arn-tree wi’ its feet amang the burn.

Whiles ye come back to me when day is fleein’,

And a’ the road oot-by is dim wi’ nicht,

But weary een like mine is no for seein’,

An’, gin they saw, they wad be blind wi’ licht.

Deith canna’ kill. The mools o’ France lie o’er ye,

An yet ye live, O sodger o’ the Lord!

For Him that focht wi’ deith an’ dule afore ye,

He gie’d the life – ‘twas Him that gie’d the sword.

But gin ye see my face or gin ye hear me,

I daurna’ ask, I maunna’ seek to ken,

Though I should dee, wi’ sic a glory near me,

By nicht or day, come ben, my bairn, come ben!

[doubledyke]

what kinda music would the eds like?

oh dude

you'll be shocked to learn that all their tastes are based on my own.

to me eddy is a big Music Enjoyer™ and i think he goes through phases, but his overall taste is expansive. he's is obviously into disco - abba, sylvester, bee gees, EWF, kool and the gang, barry white. i see him enjoying old funk/soul/r&b - bootsy collins, the gap band, chaka khan, curtis mayfield, patrice rushen. pop/country oldies - nancy sinatra, dusty springfield, patsy cline, brenda lee, peggy lee, loretta lynn. 40s, 50s & 60s girl groups cuz that's what his mom likes- andrews sisters, mcguire sisters, ronettes, marvelettes, etc. 80s dance - the egyptian lover, pretty tony, debbie deb, newcleus, loose ends, madonna. 90s house and dance - crystal waters, la bouche, lisa stansfield, robin s, real mccoy. other 90s pop - aaliyah, britney, sugar ray, backstreet boys, nsync, aqua, smash mouth ace of base, TLC, destiny's child. a touch of ska with sublime, 311. other random stuff - fatboy slim, louis prima, azalea banks, limp bikit, shaggy, dua lipa (gay), the prodigy. there's so much more honestly but basically anything i like is what eddy likes 😳 he's like the catch all haha.

edd also loves music but i tend to think of stuff that reminds me of him vs. what he would actually listen to. crystal castles to me is edd music because i'm gay and emo but i don't think he'd really listen to them outside of the gothedd au that exists only in my head lmao. things i do think he'd listen to include kraftwerk, aphex twin, boards of canada, daft punk, massive attack, agnes obel, avalanches, burial. most of which he discovers through eddy of course. some outliers might be tool, muse, enya, anita baker (don't ask ok). there's other stuff i'm sure but that's probably enough for now.

ed is harder for me to nail down cuz i see him as mostly a rock/metal fan and even though i grew up listening to it, i've never gone super deep into the genre tbh. his favorite bands are primus and death grips. others would be alice in chains, nirvana, SOAD, melvins, butthole surfers, smashing pumpkins, black sabbath, metallica, rob zombie/white zombie. he might be into other 80s metal, black metal, sludge metal. none of which are anything i listen to so i couldn't tell ya what artists.

BUT other folks have made some great playlists for ed and the eds in general which i'll link here.

@mkorpse13's ed playlist

@mysticbeaver's ed and eddy playlists

@owmylasagna-blog's playlists for all the eds

@fish-bowl-2 has a great playlist for general eene vibes as well

my playlists for all three are here. not super long but i might add to them at some point.

[charlescoded]

Lestappen concept snippet: Max moves to Monaco as a kid. Childhood rivals to friends to roommates to fwb to lovers?

The first time you meet someone, it often leaves a lasting impression. Meeting Charles, it was the second time that mattered. He remembers both, of course, but only the first one was a fond memory.

He’d been nine-years old, in a new country, far away from home—Belgium wasn’t home anymore, but he hadn’t accepted that quite yet—, missing his mum and sister, all alone surrounded by unfamiliar people, and stumbling over the language. His French wasn’t that great, it was passable, but he was shy and had a bit of a lisp, and it made people struggle to understand him.

The lady that had introduced him to his new classmates had reminded him of scarecrow, and she sounded like one as well. Her nails had dug until his shoulders as she announced his name, and he’d almost tripped over her feet when she screeched about behaving, before promptly leaving the classroom. Max had just sat down at an empty spot and kept his head down. He didn’t know anyone, and he didn’t care about school either, what should it matter that everyone was whispering about him, why should he care that he didn’t even know what they were saying.

Karting, getting to Formula One, that was the thing he needed to focus on, not on learning stupid French.

He’d resented his dad for that, at the start, moving them to Monaco as soon as he’d finalised the divorce. Max would come with him, and Victoria would stay with mum. Een grote mogelijkheid, he’d said, a big opportunity. All Max had heard was loneliness.

It wasn’t all bad. His dad had been right, after all, it had been a big opportunity. Living close to Italy meant that he didn’t need to spend hours holed up in their van, travelling to and from the tracks, and with the garage they now had access to in bordering France, he could spend more time racing.

But on the Friday morning of his first day of school, when his dad left him with the principal, Max hadn’t known that. He’d just been scared, even if a boy his age shouldn’t be scared.

Not knowing what the others kids were saying behind his bad wasn’t that bad, he didn’t care what other people thought of him, but when someone tries to talk to you, because they’re curious, because they want to make fun of you, because they want to be friendly, that is when he felt flustered and disappointed in himself.

It was a little bit different with Charles, who’d approached him during the lunch hour. He hadn’t been the first boy that knew English that had approached him—there were plenty of international students here, the children of people who came from all around the world—, but he’d been the first to keep trying. The first who cared to go beyond an introduction, who didn’t give up when he didn’t understand, or when Max didn’t. 

They spend their lunch talking together, mostly about karting, because Charles liked racing just like he did. Both their dads used to race, and Charles was quick to say that he was going karting that weekend. Max was too. That was the problem.

It was the second time that they met that mattered, and it still stands: If Max Verstappen hadn’t won their first ever race together, Charles Leclerc would never have seen him as a usurper, someone to beat. If Charles Leclerc hadn’t fought tooth and nail, if he hadn’t been angry about losing, Max Verstappen would never have seen him as a worthy challenger.

[erinelliotc]

I was subtitling "Home Cooked Eds" and just discovered something shocking. I find it incredible how words have different meanings from country to country.

We have that famous dialogue between Double D and Eddy when Double D says "Eddy, I fear they're becoming amorous!" and Eddy got scared and ran away after Double D told him what it meant. I don't know how often the word "amorous" is used, but from Eddy's reaction it seems like a little-known word.

But here in Brazil, amorous (amoroso) is a very common word with a completely normal meaning. It's literally "loving", because here love = amor. It's not related to anything sexual AT ALL, it's just someone who's affectionate or sweet.

This whole time, I thought Double D had just used a normal word to soften and censor what he really wanted to say since he's quite polite and strait-laced, and it's a kid's show. But then I looked up the meaning and found out that it wasn't an euphemism, it ACTUALLY HAS a sexual meaning. He wasn't trying to soften anything, he was just being literal and using his formal words as usual, which came in handy because the audience (especially the kids), like Eddy, probably don't know this word, so I think there isn't really a problem with using it.

From my research, it appears that it can also be related to love, but it seems to be more widely used with sexual denotation. Now I'm kinda in shock that they used a word like that in a kid's show, and that DOUBLE D was the one who used it. It probably wasn't a problem because it must be a word no one uses and kids wouldn't know what it means, but still, I find it surprising.

I think it's fun trying to figure out how exactly Double D explained it to Eddy because, you know, this is the guy who got all embarrassed about using the word "sextant" because it has "sex" in it. So what exactly did he say to Eddy to make him understand without being so explicit?

Anyway, I was thinking about how to adapt this and I think I'm going to use the word "libidinoso" (libidinous) since it seems like the kind of complicated word that Double D would use that Eddy has never heard of, and that does in fact have a sexual meaning.

I think it's crazy how EEnE is literally a kid's show, rated TV-G from my research. It definitely wouldn't be these days. Now I'm kinda understanding why I saw some people saying their parents didn't allow them to watch it when they were kids. But I would be a hypocrite if I said that my parents shouldn't have let me watch it when I was 5-7 years old. I'm really glad they let me and my father even watched it with me sometimes. I honestly don't know who I would be if I hadn't watched EEnE when I was growing up. Not only is it my comfort and favorite show of all time, but it has literally shaped and influenced me in so many ways that I'm not even fully aware of.

[castielsprostate]

Why are you acting like the Netherlands haven't just won

hi anon, you chose the wrong person to say this to. please don't fucking come at me with this kind of fucking bullshit. if you didn't read my blog info, which i dont except the average pvv supporter to do (no offense), then you'd know the way i identify! woagh! and you'd ALSO know that i actually don't feel very welcome or safe anymore and that im terrified of the people around me because of the person they voted for. the netherlands did not win, they didn't win anything fucking at all if they're regressing on human rights and electing one of the biggest bigots there are. you say "nederland weer op 1" but you know who funds PVV right? you know he gets his money from russia and isreal, right? you know that he does not care about you, right? and that the regular citizen is nothing to him, right? and you know that after he comes for those from an immigrant background, he will come for the LGBT community. he will come for the disabled. he will come for women's rights. he will come for the rights of everyone except white, rich, old men. he doesn't care about the working class, and he sure as all fuck can't make true on his promises. most of the things he wants goes against our constitution, how fucked up is it that people still voted for that?

he wants to cut off immigration, including those that come here for work. he wants to then increase the size of our healthcare and our healthcare workers. quick question, who is going to work in our healthcare? we are already on a shortage, who's going to pick up what's yet to come?

he wants to build more homes, but who's actually going to build those? like, physically, who is going to put those houses together because, guess what! there's no one to do the fucking work. no one works in ANY of these professions anymore, no one WANTS to work in them either. so he would need to get funding to make schooling free for these professions, or create incentives. but where do we get that money? where would you get a billion to make med school (rough term, not really what the term is here) free for only one year? ah, i hear you say, just pull the funding from ukraine and the developing countries. well, 1.) we can't, we're legally obligated to keep paying, and if he somehow does find a way to stop the funding then 2.) we will be hit with fines from both the EU and the NATO, and maybe even the UN. and guess who will pay that, anon? it will be the working class, since he doesn't want to make companies pay more tax, so it will be you and me that pay for this.

and all that isn't even the massive impact he will have on our climate, and don't try the fucking "netherlands is only a small country, it doesn't matter what we do because the us china and russia and india womp womp" because no matter how small the step is, small steps are worth it, too.

and, may i also remind you, anon <3 dat geert wilders in zijn zielige, donkere kut hartje altijd een VVD'er zal zijn. hij is een waardeloze, racistische, homofobische, ellendige, koude oude man en dat is NIET en zal NOOIT zijn wat nederland nodig heeft.

and finally, geert wilders is NOT what the majority of the netherlands wants, it's what 23% of voters want. every other voter did NOT vote for this buffoon, and you're gonna be in those booths again in 6 to 9 months because of the incompetence of the coming kabinet because geert wilders will destroy it.

en, als laatste. stem links bij de volgende verkiezing. stem GL/PVDA of stem volt, stem op de groene partijen die WEL de begroting doorrekenen, die ons WEL uit deze crisis kunnen krijgen en die WEL om ons geven. denk niet aan de toekomst van alleen morgen, denk ook aan de toekomst van over 10, 20, 30, 40, 50! jaar. want op de manier waarop het nu gaat, is er niet meer dan 50 jaar. en dat ene jaar 0% belasting op boodschappen (wat hij trouwens ook niet kan waarmaken, de belastingdienst heeft jaren nodig voor zoiets te kunnen invoeren lmao. misschien heb je het in 2030! en daarna schiet het weer om hoog <3), is niet waard de gruwelijke dood van jou, je kinderen, en iedereen om je heen.

-all the love, sjonnie, a half turk, queer faggot

[spacelizzbian]

1 & 5 & 10

xx a neighbour from above

Oh!!!! If I had a nickle everytime I found out a glee mutual was belgian/ducth I'd have a suprising amount of nickles lmao

1. Favourite place in your country?

This one is really hard. I'm gonna go for De Panne cause I have so many good memories there and I genuinely love the coast in all it's rainy, windy and kinda cold glory.

5. Favourite song in your native language?

Shamefully the first songs that came into my mind were old school K3, the studio 100 brainrot runs deep lmao "Het is een nacht" by Guus Meeuwis is a classic though and always a treat to sing in a crowd with friends

10. Most enjoyable swear word in your native language?

I already answered before but after a cursory google we may have way more flemish words than I thought so shoutout to kieken, scheve lavabo en kwakzalver as some of my favs I found

Kut rains suppreme tho, very versatile 😌

[abrahamvanhelsings]

1, 22, 33 for the ask game? 🦇

plus i'm giving you one bonus: be the one to choose 1 question you really want to answer to!

1. who is/are your comfort character(s)? i answered this with edward and dimitri fire emblem before, but probably my og comfort character is from the first 'real' book i read, which is tiuri from 'een brief voor de koning' (letter to the king). there was a netflix adaptation of the book a couple years back, but it was atrocious, and the dutch movie was not much better if i recall, so i really stick to the book. in any case, at the start of the book tiuri is a squire who has to spend one last wake in a chapel before he can be knighted, and none of the squires present are allowed to open the door. but then there comes a knock, and again, and again, and eventually he does open the door bc he worries it is someone in need - and it turns out this person has an incredibly important letter from the king to the king of the neighbouring country, but the knight who needed to deliver it has been attacked and is dying. so the task falls to tiuri, and the journey begins. again, in tiuri we have a very loyal and dutiful person - both to what he thinks is the right thing, to his king, and to his friends. he was really formative to me as a kid and he's always stayed with me in my heart, even if i rarely think about him, like a little talisman of sorts.

22. what type of person are you? coming in with the big questions i see. hmm. my mother always says im an old soul, or a 60-year-old stuck in the body of a young adult. im the kind of person who likes being alone, doing things alone. i don't really like social settings outside of small outings with friends, so parties, festivals, clubs, going for drinks late at night, none of these have ever been my thing. usually im more at ease with animals than people, i have trouble looking people in the eye and interactions with strangers are difficult for me (im great at public speaking, however). social events take more energy than they ever give back. but i may appear loud and somewhat charmingly goofy because i copied a lot of my interaction skills from my mother, who is naturally very extroverted - it's a way to get past the embarrassment. at the same time i am fairly vain and arrogant, which i try not to act upon/show in my words, and i can be very opinionated concerning topics i like or find important. i tend not to mince my words - in fact one of my former employers called me 'disarmingly honest' (as a compliment) on the goodbye card they gave me.

33. the last adventure you’ve been on? hashtag life no im sorry terrible joke. in some ways many things i do for the first time are an adventure in some way to me, bc i often do them alone and it often involves pushing myself to do something i find scary of difficult. i did feel very adventurous when i went mountain biking alone on some norwegian hill last summer while i was on holiday with my family, lmao. idk perhaps the phd is an adventure in and on itself, tho at times it's also torture lbr. finding out more about opera has been something of an adventure tho, in the intellectual, expanding your horizons sense.

10. would you slaughter the rich? *sensually exhales smoke from an imaginary cigarette* ive always thought the guillotine a most elegant contraption

[gettingfrilly]

Welcome to My Twisted Ed

Hey, this is my EENE blog! I write fanfic and essays about EENE! I reblog things related to EENE!

Anyone can follow me idc just keep in mind that I am 30+ got dang years old and will occasionally post things not appropriate for minors. I ain't a cop and I physically cannot stop anyone from accessing whatever they want (I was a teenager on the internet, too, once) but please dear god don't interact with, or talk to me about, any of my 18+ posts if you are considered a minor in whatever country you're tumblring from.

Everything posted here is my opinion, I'm not here to dictate how anyone else should view the characters and situations from EENE, I'm just an enthusiastic over-sharer. Have fun!

My fics (mostly eddeddy)

My headcanons

Song recs

[mkorpse13]

First page for my comic, “Dolls and Dresses for my Rutabaga”. This whole comic takes place after “The Eds are Coming”.

Man this took weeks to complete.. I made a lot of mistakes and wanted it to be perfect so I ended changing it up so much. I learned a lot of things while doing this first page, so the process of the next pages will most likely be shorter. Sorry for the wait!

Next page: https://www.tumblr.com/shape101/733198449464508416/dolls-and-dresses-for-my-rutabaga-page-2-is

[themoderngogoworld]

A little sad that the "old country" art style is done for a while, but it'll be nice to get back to the main story. I'm sure Freya will have more folk tales to tell us later!

“The Modern Go-Go World” is an Ed Edd n Eddy fancomic that takes place during the characters’ High School years. It features an original character, Freya, as she deals with grief, growing up, blood curses, and the constant looming threat of being eaten by bears.

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[nordleuchten]

La Fayette in Vianen

I stumbled over a very interesting Dutch article titled “La Fayette en Vianen” the other day and decided to do some research. I always wanted to know where exactly La Fayette and his family stayed while they lived in exile in Vianen (modern day Netherlands). Since most books brush over the family’s time in the Dutch village, I had to do my own digging.

First, a little run-down. After being released from the prison in Olmütz, La Fayette, Adrienne and their daughters settled in Wittmold and Lehmkuhlen in the neutral Danish-Holstein (modern day Germany.) Adrienne’s aunt Madame de Tessé had rented the Gut Wittmold and the region was a place many exiles choose to settlein. It was here that the La Fayette’s were reunited with their son and brother Georges who had spent the last years in America. La Fayette’s oldest living daughter Anastasie married while in Wittmold but tensions rose with time. Adrienne returned with her daughter Virginie to France to regain some of the family’s fortune. Anastasie, now pregnant, and her husband went to Vianen and settled there. Their twin daughters would be born and baptized there. The archive in Utrecht holds the baptism record. Adrienne meanwhile managed to obtain a passport that allowed La Fayette to travel to Vianen as well. The whole family was again reunited in Vianen in 1799.

Vianen was at that point in time part of the Batavian Republic. The Batavian Republic was the successor of the Republic of the Seven Netherlands/United Provinces of the Netherlands. Its formation on January 19, 1795 was heavily influenced by French revolutionary troops but the reform of government was desired by the Dutch people. The Republic became the Dutch Commonwealth in 1801 and was later abolished on June 5, 1806 when Napoléon’s brother Louis Bonaparte was crowned King of Holland. The Batavian Republic was the first of Frances “sister-republics” and later part of the French Empire. The Batavian Republic was organized in different Departments. This map from 1798 shows the order La Fayette would have found in 1799. Utrecht is located in the North-east of the Department van de Rijn:

Utrecht would become its own department in 1801:

With that all being said, we can move on to La Fayette’s address. He lived in the county house (buitenplaats) Buitenlust (I have a hard time finding a suitable English translation, but buitenlust describes the joy of the outdoors) in the Prinses Julianastraat. (princess Juliana street) The house was erected in 1770 for Jacob Cambier and demolished in 1901. Buitenlust was composed of two stories on a rectangular piece of land. A picture of Buitenlust adorns an old postcard from Vianen.

Piet de Hertog, De Prinses Julianastraat, geschiedenis en verdwenen verbouwing, in Het Land Van Brederode – Jaarboek 2013, 2013, pp. 16-25.

After Cambier’s death in 1783, the ownership passed to his son Joan Jacob Cambier. It was he who rented the house to La Fayette and his family.

While the neighborhood has severely changed over the last decades, there is still something left of the original Buitenlust. In 1939 a new building, a single family home, was erected on the grounds of the old country house. The house has a gable stone marked with the word “Buitenlust". The address today is Prinses Juliananstraat 26 in Vianen.

La Fayette’s connecttion with Vianen, Buitenlust and the Cambier family was further explored in the article De Prinses Julianastraat, geschiedenis en verdwenen verbouwing, published by the historical society Het Land Van Brederode:

De bouwheer van Buitenlust was Jacob III Cambier (1711-1783), éen van de Viaanse vooraanstaande Patriotten. Jacobs contacten met de Fransen leidden er tie dat de bekende politicus en generaal Gilbert du Motier, markies De Lafayette (1757-1834) op Buitenlust onderdak vond. Lafayette kende een turbulente politieke carrière en mocht na zijn vrijlating uit oostenrijikde gevangenschap niet naar frankrijk terugkeren. De markies werd vooral bekend door zijn strijd tegen de Englesen in de Amerikaanse vrijheidsoorlog. De deatilas en de betrouwbaarheid van zijn verblijf in Vianen zijn niet exact bekend, maar he is een feit dat De Lafayette in 1799 in Vianen verbleef. Dat volgt namelijk uit een brief die hij vanuit Vianen schreef aan George Washingon. Van de eigenaarsgeschiedenis van Buitenlust zijn slechts flarden bekend. De laaste bewonder van Buitenlust was Willem Jacob II Cambier (1844-1901), secretaris penningmeester van het hoogheermraadschap de of. Na zijn overlijden werd het huis nog in datzelfde jaar abgebroken.

Piet de Hertog, De Prinses Julianastraat, geschiedenis en verdwenen verbouwing, in Het Land Van Brederode – Jaarboek 2013, 2013, pp. 16-25.

My translation:

The builder of Buitenlust was Jacob III Cambier (1711-1783), one of Vianen’s foremost patriots. Jacob’s contact with the French lead to the prominent politician and General Gilbert du Motier, marquis De Lafayette (1757-1834) finding shelter in Buitenlust. Lafayette’s political career had been turbulent, and he was not allowed to return to France after his release from Austrian imprisonment. The marquis was most famous for his fight against England in the American War of Independent. The details of Lafayette’s stay in Vianen are not completely certain, but it is known that he was in Vianen in 1799. This is primarily proven by a letter that he had send to George Washington from Vianen.

The last resident of Buitenlust was Willem Jacob II Cambier (1844-1901), secretary of the treasury for the council of Vijfheerenlanden [a municipality in the province of Utrecht.] After his death, the house was demolished the same year.

The article is wrong in one aspect; there is more than one letter to prove that La Fayette was in Vianen. There is one letter to Thomas Jefferson from April 19, 1799 and one to George Washington from May 9, 1799. Then there is also the letter from Wiliam Vans Murray to John Quincy Adams from March 19, 1799. Murray had visited La Fayette and his family in Vianen and was fairly shocked by what he witnessed there. We furthermore have several legal documents in the archive in Utrecht as well as this except from Virginie’s book:

After a short stay there [Paris], and a visit to Mme de Chavaniac in Auvergne, we all met again in the following year (1799) at Vianen, near Utrecht. My father had come there from Holstein, with George. Exiles can fix themselves nowhere. Their only thought is to abandon their momentary home, their only wish, to depart. It was there that my sister gave birth to her first child, and that my aunts came to see us.

Mme de Lasteyrie, Life of Madame de Lafayette, L. Techener, London, 1872, p. 377.

[scotianostra]

July 1st 1916 saw the first day of The Battle of the Somme in World War One.

In the week leading up to the battle, over 1.5 million shells were fired, I won’t delve any further into this futile battle in a nonsensical war that cost so many lives on both sides, the twentieth century brought a new horror to warfare that continues to this day and it depresses me. The battle lasted over 4 months, more than three million men fought in it and one million men were wounded or killed.

I will simply leave you with the poem Glory’ by Scots poet Violet Jacob, who lost her twenty-year-old son Harry in the battle. Written soon after his death and published in December of that year, the poem would surely have resonated with thousands of bereaved mothers across the country.

Growing up in Angus, Violet wrote many of her poems, including this one, in her native Scots tongue. If you are unfamiliar with the language, you can look up individual words using the online Dictionary of the Scots Language. https://dsl.ac.uk/

I canna’ see ye, lad, I canna’ see ye,

For a’ yon glory that’s aboot yer heid,

Yon licht that haps ye, an’ the hosts that’s wi’ ye,

Aye, but ye live, an’ it’s mysel’ that’s deid!

They gae’d frae mill and mart; frae wind-blawn places,

And grey toon-closes; i’ the empty street

Nae mair the bairns ken their steps, their faces,

Nor stand to listen to the trampin’ feet.

Beside the brae, and soughin’ through the rashes,

Yer voice comes back to me at ilka turn,

Amang the whins, an’ whaur the water washes

The arn-tree wi’ its feet amang the burn.

Whiles ye come back to me when day is fleein’,

And a’ the road oot-by is dim wi’ nicht,

But weary een like mine is no for seein’,

An’, gin they saw, they wad be blind wi’ licht.

Deith canna’ kill. The mools o’ France lie o’er ye,

An yet ye live, O sodger o’ the Lord!

For Him that focht wi’ deith an’ dule afore ye,

He gie’d the life – ‘twas Him that gie’d the sword.

But gin ye see my face or gin ye hear me,

I daurna’ ask, I maunna’ seek to ken,

Though I should dee, wi’ sic a glory near me,

By nicht or day, come ben, my bairn, come ben!

[libidomechanica]

It feels right

A rispetto sequence

               1

It feels right of hidden influence breed, to brave him your soil, that leaped lively vine of bread, and the doubt not thou, my rose on my rose

tree. The sunbeams die. A weight of Kai Khusrau. They bore here for once to be that April wears; but that bliss. And Mankind’s Eye its Pupil!

               2

’ But indeed in-felt affection ever kneel’d to a lady in his blazoned what can murder us? I came not at all I

ever wanted me in my belly, he kept on buying. Too many thousand matter: we will or no. Unsullied by Deception.

               3

And what’s going out her opening there grew another Sun to Heav’n—his Eyes, and made false bonds so pure, so innocent. No matter:

we will call they’ve taught; we are gone, overcome with some disdaine, then I am not lame, poor soul, assays, loving, now a twisted her.

               4

You that he craved it. Which being known ye. The one whose globy rings he flying curls, and Musgraves, the other parts do crowned, about

you; with your children’s eyes, though throbbing vein-channel. All more-than-three- syllable words; and, gathering about the boles, and name you now?

               5

But and dropt a fairy parachute and earnest working side by side, the curtain of pearl he turns to gold in the silent sea, and

bites it for us. Of Moll and then run out and desolate. And nocht could so preposterously be staid within the souls of death.

               6

Must ever suffer with the Past so sweet with store; when the water, and they kept apart, let breathe. Of open-work in your ungracious:

they answer him up and sparrows sends; by those icy chains by the Stars. And to Leander’s soft and true, In wrath shall be fain; if it be&,.

               7

A dole of brown tea—we held each other spy. Such force of his breath’d themselves in the daye in woe I vowed he love letters are exhausted,

nor long-hair’d page in crimson light way; but I will never shore, where that rang with aching. That thou be fair. Homer, this however.

               8

They said never meet. You question make, that it would vouchsafe so much holds more gracious meat is to tenderness where for his burning from

grapes, maud the bouncing Bellibone, hey ho Perigot of this tale was death dead strook. Of the Bridegroom wished his old love the sea: where stands.

               9

The wronged at college: he had hope no redress; where she said. Has the day. Mischief done; and whoever taste, nor over-anxious hands, so

were seven slow steps behind Thee! To feed him Love, I am one wide Border his sake whom they deal, dismissed their Feet, when who give me.

               10

Prevailed, as flower Lilia woke with her handsomeness tinged by grief! Where men at once from her Face thee, and clad in iron

tyrannous, but to her loathsome carriage is not a house where it was but a fool would say, could press most you are a tulip seen to-day.

               11

Enough food in my arms. Thy proud compare those jacks that chaste Diana when Actaeon spied a country- women? Then followed Cupid’s myrtle

wreaths of glowworm light the musky- circled mazes, winter’s night; sleep, beauty, not to show my life and calumets, claymore and truth.

               12

Do I hear thy voice is in the valley-depths of shame commits. The landlord’s daughter, plaiting their fountains: fleet came back, saw Neptune follow

women sang between my lov’d friend, yet she will be to-morrow disappears. For know each tree does come the sparkling roguish een.

               13

Yet shoulder of the measure, drink to the eyes, has the star of equal mights and kinsmen, and in hers, and let it serve their heavy dream,

yet it yield so soon to part in twain, that dealt with Brocade of rings. Dear rose, and all: then came riding— riding—the rest.—Thus doth Love speak!

               14

When I shall be as spotless as my youthful ash, that flag what it become a Ring to you, Belovëd, is it ye fear? Upon the

golden woods, fly to her, answered, Even this written embassage, to witnesse, shee slewe me with smilest, dearer because it’s easy.

               15

The unfit contrarious moods of me: the fort, and this mock-Hymen were lean; yet I blame your poem left me on him! Thee with store; when

there in the road beside me, who makes blind the fountain, love-distracted looked at the rabid wolf whose each tree does see two personal.

               16

To the yard, the air; yet wait till you not that. Of sandal, amber here. Leander viewed her head: she leaneth on a velvet coat; when

I have since had squeezed himselfe in the Rosebud set with languishment and burn in the guests, and grammar, vowel sounds, faire day all the way!

               17

Wrong him more time when purest in the primordial climb, a dream is fled; in the receding glacier where you tried them stood the wine.

Can show where sparrows airy, beneath these wolves: they kept apart, no mischiefe mought to gloze. Liking, yet was mounting her own though her curls.

               18

Or whether in paynefull loue I pyne, hey ho hollidaye, when sometimes now and yet, ’ I said, the Lustre of the most impossibility.

Neptune felt. Some realms of life, the pine its garland green. Slides over grew; until Max’s hind legs stop twitching beads of amber here.

               19

Heart, return I take parting it. Responsive, and People, and plaints, the latest sun. Whose bright daughter thrust from that they my payne to see

his active child our mind is in the lovely July-flower, the one word that so wild as words, with slow words, which wit so poor are mine.

               20

Sage marvell’d and this a mere lovely women faded for ages, sculptured in heavenly nymph, beloved far, and he heart’s undoing.

Much like a ghostly galleon tossed upon the king of the violets, which make her shapes committ’st a silver jets onto the year.

               21

All love letters, if thou required she jealous it should pluck your poem left me on her idle flight. Detain. When the bush; an’ she hates

the sings of a new flamenco— will I walk my love as youth and him and fools delight on an ambling start, eyes nurtured to master.

               22

Have ye beheld the yard where their tents. A red-coat troop of snow in a dazzling the dovecote-doors, disorderly the lawn at nights,

came all is locked beneath her heart, in the bank and you tried them at the Lady of Shalott. Yet every day. But Madam makes me sad?

               23

Grief makes oft thy flame together for a while too much, the boy, the cable whisper’d in each respect. Break my head where our flesh and spoke

and want and washing Absál’s Image from this loue into the facts. The nurses. Without pity, by the way! Sir Walter warped his mood?