Wednesday, 12 August 2015

What do JMW Turner, fossils, Henry Austen and doughnuts have in common?


Here is where the fossils are: the Natural History Museum.
 London, of course!
Here is where the fossils are: the Natural History Museum.

2015 England Trip Travel Journal Entry


Tuesday, March 17
 

This day was packed! My feet were so worn out at the end of it. We at last went to Tate Britain! It was exciting to finally get off at Pimlico Station. "Alight for Tate Britain" is what the Tube announcer say every time, and at last it applied to us. We weren't exactly sure if we were going in the right direction, and while we were standing there looking rather bewildered an older lady passed by and said with a smile, "Tate Britain? Just down that way." She must be a local. (As well as being yet another example of a friendly English person.)

Tate Britain: the gallery of British art.
Tate Britain: the national gallery of British art.
What a great overview of western history is in that gallery! There are fewer pieces than in the National Gallery, so it is mentally more manageable. You can actually remember what you've seen. We went backwards from 1910 and the beginning of Modernism to the Renaissance and the beginning of British art. Boy, did things change! Each shift from one decade to another in ideology and style is more than evident.

Portrait of Elizabeth I in 1563 by Stephan van Herwijck
Portrait of Elizabeth I in 1563 by Stephan van Herwijck

The Cholmondeley Sisters from 1600-10
The Cholmondeley Sisters from 1600-10

Scenes from Richardson's Pamela by Joseph Highmore in 1743-4
Scenes from Richardson's Pamela by Joseph Highmore in 1743-4

Three Ladies Adorning a Term of Hymen by Sir Joshua Reynolds in 1773
Three Ladies Adorning a Term of Hymen by Sir Joshua Reynolds in 1773
Reynolds is one of my favorite artists.

The Lady of Shalott by John William Waterhouse in 1888
One of the most famous paintings in the Tate:
The Lady of Shalott by John William Waterhouse in 1888

Ophelia by Sir John Everett Millais, Bt in 1851-2
And another of the most famous...
Ophelia by Sir John Everett Millais, Bt in 1851-2

We happened to be looking at a painting that was to be the subject of a 15 minute lecture. It was an 18th century depiction of a battle on the isle of Jersey, and the expert who was to give the lecture was just then setting up the chairs. When he noticed us looking at it he got started telling us about its history, so we ended up getting our own private lecture. It was basically a propaganda piece during the Napoleonic wars with France, and as such would have also made the artist some money, because it would have been printed and displayed. The gentleman who was about to lecture looked like my idea of a stereotypical professor: his grey hair a little disheveled, with a suit jacket over a dress shirt and jeans, a silk scarf and glasses.
The Death of Major Peirson, 6 January 1781 by John Singleton Copley in 1783
The painting which was to be the subject of the lecture.
The Death of Major Peirson, 6 January 1781 by John Singleton Copley in 1783





A Country Blacksmith Disputing upon the Price of Iron, and the Price Charged to the Butcher for Shoeing his Poney  by JMW Turner in 1807
A Country Blacksmith Disputing upon the Price of Iron, and the Price Charged to the Butcher for Shoeing his Poney
by JMW Turner in 1807
We thought this was a somewhat unusual scene for Turner, being a very ordinary scene.

Crossing the Brook by JMW Turner in 1815
Crossing the Brook by JMW Turner in 1815

Malvern Hall by John Constable in 1809
Malvern Hall by John Constable in 1809

We had a pleasant lunch in the cafe with a delicious pot of Darjeeling and our own food: Wensleydale cheese, carrots and dip, boiled eggs, cashews and cookies (or biscuits, I should say).

Mom looking cheerful about our tea. :)
Mom looking cheerful about our tea. :)
Tea always makes us happy.
Tea always makes us happy. (Which is good, since we
drank a lot of it...)





















Next we zipped up to Victoria Station for South Kensington and Exhibition Road. The Natural History Museum looks like it is a giant fossil carved out of a canyon – and I mean giant. Massive! The great hall alone is worth seeing. But it would be worth visiting again to see the rest.

The Victorian marvel that is the Natural History Museum.
The Victorian marvel that is the Natural History Museum.

The Victorian marvel that is the Natural History Museum.

The great hall of the Natural History Museum with Dippy the dinosaur.
The great hall of the Natural History Museum with Dippy the dinosaur.

And a view from the other end.
And a view from the other end.

A fuzzy photo of what appears to be a giant armadillo.
A fuzzy photo of what appears to be a giant armadillo.

Proof that we were there!
Proof that we were there!

The British rooms at the Victoria & Albert Museum were open today! So we went from 1760 back to 1500. My favorite specimens are of course the clothes. Two other favorites were an invitation to Vauxhall Gardens and the book of Palladian architectural techniques.

Enjoying an 18th century drawing room transported from an actual house.
Enjoying an 18th century drawing room transported from an actual house.
A typical stance: holding a camera. :) It's also not a bad way to get a picture of oneselves!

A lovely 18th century Robe à l'Anglaise in a textile exhibit.
A lovely 18th century Robe à l'Anglaise in a textile exhibit.

An 18th century court dress in the same exhibit area.
An 18th century court dress in the same exhibit area.

The 1786 ticket to a jubilee in Vauxhall Gardens.
The 1786 ticket to a jubilee in Vauxhall Gardens.

A rare ladies' jacket from 1620.
A rare ladies' jacket from 1620.

Those galleries closed before we were really finished, so we rushed a bit through the 1500s before walking to the Albert Memorial and Royal Albert Hall to make our way through Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park. That was lovely – and long. It is no small expanse of park! But it made a pretty romantic scene with the light layer of fog swirling around the rows of streetlamps in the twilight of the tree-lined paths.


Walking across the bridge into Hyde Park.
Walking across the bridge into Hyde Park.

It was rather a contrast from the lights of Knightsbridge and Sloane Street we next encountered as we went in search of Henry Austen's house in Hans Place. We found it at last, and discovered from my very handy book (Walking Jane Austen's London) that Jane herself would have slept on the third floor where a light happened to be on while we were gawking outside. It was the only light on and I could almost imagine her up there, maybe writing a late-night letter to Cassandra, or out walking around the square, rather like we did when we walked around it and turned a corner to find Harrod's.

Number 23 Hans Place, the former home of Jane Austen's brother Henry in 1813. It has a Victorian façade now.
Number 23 Hans Place, the former home of Jane Austen's brother Henry in 1813.
It has a Victorian façade now.

There's the light, the place where Jane herself would have stayed when visiting Henry.
There's the light, the place where Jane herself would have stayed when visiting Henry.

A window display in Sloane Street. I especially liked the tea theme. :)
A window display in Sloane Street. I especially liked the tea theme. :)

We only went because we were there. It is a rather dazzling sight to see, outlined by those white lights against the black night sky, and we did get some spectacular doughnuts that happened to be half price. :) They were greatly enjoyed while we watched 'Sherlock' after our delicious dinner of stir-fried veggies, chicken, rice and tikka sauce.

Our doughnuts from Harrods! A dulche du leche and a pistacho flavored.
Our doughnuts from Harrods! A dulche du leche and
a pistacho flavored.
'Sherlock' and dinner!
'Sherlock' and dinner!





















© 2015 Anna Morton

Sunday, 9 August 2015

Lessons I learned from Poldark: Whatever Happened to Justice?

This Sunday saw the completion of Poldark's season one saga, wringing tears from those who watched it - those of us who torture ourselves each week as we watch the ups and downs in the life of Ross Poldark. And lately he seems to have experienced many downs. One of the charms of Ross is that he keeps on fighting and struggling to bring justice to all the world against any odds. But every injustice he encounters seems to bring him closer to the despair that his fight will never be totally won. People still die, people are still poor, the powerful still take advantage of the weak, families still fight, businesses are forced to close, and people can still be cruel to their fellow human beings, cheating, killing, gossiping, hating, fighting - and he, at least for a moment, becomes overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of the problem. His fighting spirit droops under the weight of injustice in the world that will just not go away.

I'm afraid I'm going to get a little philosophical on you all in this post... :) But it seems like something worth talking about.

There is a moment about ten minutes before the series ends when you can see it in his face, and Aidan Turner does it masterfully. It is a look mixed with sorrow, disgust, disbelief, anger and heartache. Just looking at him makes me want to weep for him and for humanity!

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He is surveying the wreckage of the Wareleggens' ship while the poor, starving tenants and workers are scavenging the wreckage for passable food, fighting with each other and members of the crew who are washing up on the shore half-drowned. Every person there is tired, hungry and angry, groping in the dark amidst the smoke, the shouting and the human suffering all around them. And there is Ross. He has gone to help any man he can find who needs it, but he seems almost forced to stop by his own realization of the chaos around him - the chaos caused by the acts of self-interest that the instinct for survival drives men to do. Ross hates it, but he is also resigned to the reality that it is natural, that if left without better influence mankind will almost always choose their own interests when their survival is at stake.

He has seen the goodness and sacrifice that mankind can sometimes rise to and that reality makes his realization an even heavier blow. Men work hard in his mine in order to take care of their families, and people like Verity sacrifice their time and personal pleasure to look after their loved ones. Ross loves his wife and daughter, he has true friends in people like Dwight and Verity, and Elizabeth cherishes her son. How, his face seems to say, could people who are capable of love and sacrifice also be capable of such barbarity and selfishness?

This look resonated with me so much because I have thought the same thing, even of myself. It is poignant because it hits close to home, just like any such moment on the screen will do. The human race seems capable of achieving so much beauty, while at the same time achieving new lows of cruelty and self-interest.

From the 1780s until today - indeed, in all of human history - this despairing dilemma has not altered. Sometimes it is tempting to yell, "Why can't people just be good and love to do things that are beautiful - loving, kind, self-sacrificial things? Why is beauty always marred by things that ruin it??" Is there an answer?

Yes.

(And I wish I could tell Ross...)

Humankind was made to be beautiful, to love and show kindness to those around them, to treat those others like people. How can we really know that – especially when people so often act in the opposite way? Because we have an innate sense that cruel, impersonal actions are not right. We all get that look of Ross's on our own faces because we can tell when a person is acting in a way that is less than human.

Why do we think that there is a way to act that is human and how do we know what that should be? How do we know that we should be kind and admire self-sacrifice? The only answer that can explain it and tell us why we so often fail is that God created the human race in His own image – a person who values other people and can love them. The reason we so often don't value and love is because we have decided to choose for ourselves what love is, and that often is biased by self-interest to one degree or another. When we hear the word "sin" we think it is simply breaking a list of rules, but that is a most inadequate definition. What it encompasses is nothing less than a rejection of God – what He says and what He has created us to be and to do.

The actions of those on the beach with Ross can only be called unjust because there is another way of acting that is just. Ross knows it, and he will never give up fighting for people act justly. But all of his work will only be a temporary surface fix. The only solution to end injustice and hatred is a return to the truth: that humankind is less than it should be, and every person desperately needs to be reborn as a new person, which can only happen if they believe with faith in Jesus Christ so God can recreate them.

The world will continue to go on as it is, beautiful and despairingly cruel, while some men are treated with injustice and other men are driven to despair because they cannot save others from such a fate, as long as we insist on trying to solve the problem on our own and without God. Let Ross's look of despair drive us to finding a solution that will fully save the human race.

And thanks for reading to the end!

"As it is written, None is righteous, 
just and truthful and upright and conscientious, 
no, not one."

"...for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God,   
being justified freely by His grace through the redemption 
that is in Christ Jesus..."

Romans 3



© 2015 Anna Morton

Saturday, 8 August 2015

My Evening with the Poldark Family

I'll take any excuse to dress up, so when I heard there would be a two hour finale of Poldark on Masterpiece last Sunday, I pulled out my cookbook with 18th century recipes and my Georgian dress out of my costume trunk to have a party with my fellow #PoldarkPBS Twitter fans.

My 18th century clothing and dessert.

These Sunday nights with Poldark with my fellow tweeters (is there an official title for people on Twitter?) have been immensely enjoyable, and getting two hours of Poldark family drama, complete with tears and smiles, plus an 18th century dessert eaten while wearing 18th century clothing meant that this particular Sunday could be no less than a memorable one.

My latest completed historical clothing project was a robe à la Polonnaise, and I have been looking for an excuse to wear it. What better occasion could there be than the season finale of the year's most popular period drama? It was not only for fun; I was also conducting an experiment to see just how comfortable (or uncomfortable) wearing this style of garment would actually be. I have had plenty of experience wearing Regency gowns and all that goes with them, and I consider them to be reasonably comfortable. But the Georgian style has always appeared to be a bit more confining in its fit. Happily, I discovered that this was not the case! It is quite maneuverable, along with being as reasonably comfortable as the attire of the Regency.

Trying to live like an 18th century lady.
Trying to live like an 18th century lady. It's actually comfortable!
I think that personal experience with a particular historical style can really give a person a valuable understanding of what it was like to live way back when. History and so many of the people who lived it are gone forever, but it is possible to value them and learn from them, and one fairly easy way to do that is by dressing in their clothes and eating what they ate. Those two things especially give us insight into their lives because they are activities they did every day. They can tell us so much about humanity. That is the deeper reason that I take the time and effort to do historical reenacting.

Now on to the trivial reasons. Making the food is fun, and it is almost always delicious! I used a recipe from a book titled The Delectable Past by Esther B. Aresty. The book was a birthday present – one of my favorite kinds, too! It includes modern adaptations of recipes from the Roman times to late 19th century America. Someday soon I hope I get to try some of the Renaissance recipes! (Another excuse for a party...)

I chose my recipe from the chapter on 18th century England, of course, and since Poldark was on after dinner, I chose a dessert entitled Snowballs. The main ingredient might surprise you, as it is not coconut, icing sugar, meringue or even whipped cream – it is an apple. Yes, an apple peeled, rolled in cinnamon and sugar, covered with meringue, cored and filled with jam, and enveloped in pie crust. The end result was delicious! I cooked two apples for ten minutes at 450º, then for forty minutes at 375º, but they weren't quite done, so next time I would leave them in a bit longer. They also definitely need to be covered loosely for the last half of the baking time because the crust really begins to brown.

The finished product really looks quite impressive – especially if they are set in a silver dish atop grape leaves, if I say so myself.

My Snowball (apple) covered in meringue and cinnamon and sugar, and filled with jam.
My Snowball (apple) covered in meringue and cinnamon and sugar, and filled with jam.

The Snowballs just before entering the oven...
The Snowballs just before entering the oven...

Vòila! They were rather like glorified mini apple pies.
Vòila! They were rather like glorified mini apple pies.

Yours truly tweeting away about #PoldarkPBS.
Yours truly tweeting away about #PoldarkPBS.

The inside of the Snowball.
The inside of the Snowball.



















Enough about my efforts – the show was excellently done! The finale was executed in the same spirit of realist drama, idyllic cinematography, and complete emotional chaos. Poldark never allows you to relax. Something either life-changing or life-ruining is always around the corner for someone living on that rocky Cornish coast. I won't give any spoilers, but you can rest assured that the last episode of this series has lost no drama since that which hit us in the first! I would say it has either gotten worse or better, depending on your opinion of the style of a series that takes its viewers on an emotional roller coaster ride every week.

I myself do not like it when there is even a hint a show adds dramatic twists for no reason. If it tries to make itself interesting by doing so, it will almost certainly draw from me a bit of scorn and a move for the stop button. I say all that to make this point: Poldark is composed of legitimate drama. The story of Ross Poldark himself seems especially believable, and Aidan Turner inhabits the character so well. I almost forget that I am watching an actor!

Poldark may be a bit of an emotional roller coaster, but the realistic quality of the ride makes it all the more thrilling! Not to mention more of an inspiration for historical reenacting!



© 2015 Anna Morton

Tuesday, 4 August 2015

A Banquet in Whitehall

| James I's Banqueting House palace, built in 1622 by Inigo Jones. |
| James I's Banqueting House palace, built in 1622 by Inigo Jones. |

2015 England Trip Travel Journal Entry

Saturday, March 14

We've finally made it home at a decent hour and had dinner, so while we watch my favorite Foyle's War episode ('The Funk Hole') I have unwound enough to do some journaling. So, Monday highlights:

We thankfully didn't do much, as we were recovering from Stratford. That was when we found an internet cafe to print out our 2-for-1 voucher for the Tower. It's on Little Portland Street, just off of Regent Street near Oxford Circus Station. We also printed our train tickets to Greenwich while we were passing through Victoria Station, which is the other part of the 2-for-1 offer.

We had a mocha and lunch at a Caffe Nero off of Regent Street, the chose to go to Banqueting House instead of the Tower, since we had somewhat limited time, and the Tower would probably take a good part of a day, while we only had a couple of hours.

This is the only room that was finished - but what a room!
This is the only room that was finished - but what a room!
We made it just five minutes before the last entry! It would have been most vexing to have missed it again! We had to rush through the audio commentary at the end, so it would be ideal to have more than half an hour. But what a sight!

Beanbags. :) The history of the Banqueting House was projected onto the walls.
Beanbags. :) The history of the Banqueting House was projected onto the walls.
The ceiling is absolutely majestic, making a strong statement on the Stuart kings' attitude toward kingship as a diving right. There were beanbags on the floor with people lying down to avoid getting cricks in their necks from looking at the ceiling. :)

The ceiling covered in paintings by Sir Peter Paul Rubens.
The ceiling covered in paintings by Sir Peter Paul Rubens.

Apparently, where Charles I's portait hangs on the stairs is where a window used to be. He stepped out of that window onto the scaffold for his execution on that freezing morning of the 30th of January, 1649.

The infamous place on the staircase...
The infamous place on the staircase...
We walked down to the Houses of Parliament to go watch a debate in the House of Commons, but the guard told us that they only do guided tours on Saturdays. However, we realized later that people are allowed to go in at any time while the houses are in session to watch from the gallery. It was quite disappointing to miss going inside there again, but on the upside it does leave us something to do next time. :)

We strolled past Westminster Abbey.
We strolled past Westminster Abbey.

Westminster Abbey

The Whitehall buildings are even beautiful from the back!
The Whitehall buildings are even beautiful from the back!


Admiralty Arch
Admiralty Arch

The ever majestic Houses of Parliament at dusk.
The ever majestic Houses of Parliament at dusk.
Instead, we walked on the paths behind the Whitehall buildings over to Saint-Martin-in-the-Fields Church so we could eat dinner at the Cafe-in-the-Crypt. We had plenty of time, so we hung around until they closed, got an adorable tea towel at Waterstone's on Trafalgar Square, and stopped for groceries on Brixton Road. It is very handy having a Sainsbury's, Iceland and Poundland just outside of the Brixton Tube Station.

Logistics: 

  1. The Tube from Brixton to Oxford Circus Station on the Victoria Line
  2. The Tube from Oxford Circus Station to Charing Cross Station on the Central Line
  3. Head home on the Tube from Westminster Station to Victoria Station on the District Line
  4. Continuing home on the Tube from Victora Station to Brixton Station on the Victoria Line
  5. The 59/159 bus to our front door 



© 2015 Anna Morton