Archive for November, 2018

Vintage Sunday

18Nov18

Today is the 13th Love Our Lurkers Day, an initiative that has been running longer than this blog. What is it exactly? Lurkers, anonymous readers, call them what you will. They are the people who read this blog on a regular or occasional basis, but never leave a comment. On LOL days, we encourage those […]


Prussia was the largest country in what is now Germany, occupying the north of that territory with its capital in Berlin. I will spare you the history, but by reputation Prussian society was austere, militaristic and disciplinarian in outlook. This attitude extended to the raising of women, particularly in the Junker (gentry) class who were […]


Community

12Nov18

Another week and another hike in visitors, it is almost as if I never went away. Thank you everyone for your continued support. I have haven’t forgotten the Prussian material, some here soon, although I use Prussian is the loosest sense here, looking at it some of it might be Bavarian from the same era. […]


Vintage Sunday

11Nov18

Our story began here. Alice was panting hard and desperate to keep her composure. Her bottom ached and burned and was well beyond sore. The cherry stain that had taken hold was a close match for her red-rimmed eyes which leaked copiously down her face. She was not quite bawling and had so far managed not […]


It is already Thursday and I haven’t posted since Monday, you may have noticed. It is all a question of time. I hope to post The Sinclair Method later this week and then on with In the Service of the Wolf. It is all about time really and that got me thinking about time and […]


Community

05Nov18

Not having a lot of time lately I am still doing things in haste. Not a good idea when you are communicating with people you don’t know. Even allowing for often absurdly insecure cadre of individuals drawn to this world, email is not a good medium and unless you write a very well-crafted approach or […]


Vintage Sunday

04Nov18

Our story began here. The packages had come in the morning post, one each addressed to Katherine and Mary. Katherine read and reread the letter. She was a Sinclair Governess. There were other documents and a handbook, but she would look at that later. She knew that she would have to go to the mother house […]