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Ready for Elizabeth — 1558


Much chatter here in the U.S. about showing that a woman can, indeed, rule.

That’s already been done, and has continued since. 😉


Opportunity Knox (but only for men?)

I’ve got John Knox in my system today so give me a few minutes, here. Knox, considered the father of Presbyterianism, preserved for us the dreadful details of the Oxford Martyrs’ fate (today in 1555) and was in fact a “martyrologist.” (I am wondering if this occupation went the way of “zincographer” and “haberdasher.”)

Knox also penned a delightful little piece called The First Blast of the Trumpet Against the Monstrous Regiment of Women. He was referring to the Catholic female rulers Mary I, Mary Queen of Scots, and Marie de Guise. As we all know, another prominent female ruler was coming down the pike, and his publication didn’t go over so well with Elizabeth I. As you can imagine.

Knox wrote to her, explaining “Well I didn’t mean YOU…” but she was not amused. When Knox came back from Geneva in 1559, the queen wouldn’t let him land in her beloved England. Instead, she directed him to Leith via the treacherous North Sea. That’ll teach him.

You want to read this misogyny 16th-c view on female rulers, don’t you? Here you go. The link also includes his “let me explain” attempts to Elizabeth I. Of course the time being what it was, t’was unusual to imagine or accept a female ruler. Times change, though, and fortunately those women helped that.

Knox is buried, as it happens, beneath parking spot #23 next to St. Giles in Edinburgh. Surely, many “weak, frail, impatient, feeble, and foolish” women have parked atop him over the years?

Exhibition Halls and Historic Documents? Kids Love ‘Em!

I was planning on getting to the Folger Shakespeare Library’s “London: 1500-1700” exhibit sometime in September, once school had started back up and I was on one of my solo trips into the District. Alas, my kids (ages 10 and 9) wanted to do a D.C. day before school started back up and I figured I’d work in a stop at the Folger since we were starting out on Capitol Hill.

We grab a quick lunch at We, the Pizza because I cannot be on Capitol Hill without a stop there. Then we head a few blocks north and sit in the Folger’s Elizabethan gardens to finish up our handmade coconut sodas and enjoy the shade,  because it’s about 95 bloomin’ degrees and the sun’s brutal. Welcome to August in D.C., people.

My daughter has quite a good eye for photography so I like to let her go off with the camera and catch her shots. I thought this was a nicely-framed one of the knot garden as well as the side doors and balcony:

I am in front of the doors reading the bronze plaque which describes all the lovely plants in front of me. And it looks as though that might be Comedy and Tragedy over my head, getting a laugh at my expense? (By the way, for a closer look at any of the pics in this post, just click on them.)

So in we go to the exhibit, and I’m wondering how long these kids will last surrounded by all this veddy veddy old parchment and such. Surprisingly they are into it, checking display cases and reporting back with “Mom, there’s a Henry VIII document over here!” and “Here”s a drawing of Edward VI!” so perhaps I have done my job after all. Or perhaps they’ve just surrendered having having heard me start many of their days with “Hey, guess who was born today in 15-something??”

My daughter insists that I take a pic of this, mostly because it is so pretty:

This is the lease for 3 tenements and a wharf from St. Margaret’s Parish to Thomas Glover, a waterman, for a period of 50 years as long as he didn’t use it for brothel houses or that sort of unsavoury thing.

Nearby is the page from John Foxe’s Book of Martyrs, showing the pope being suppressed by Henry VIII:

I’m quite excited to see this in person as I’ve seen it so many times in print of some sort. The book is, of course, a history of the Reformation from the Protestant viewpoint, if you can’t tell by the king’s planting his slippers all over the pope’s back.

Because I’m a handwriting nerd as well as a history nerd, I am loving this list of  “moneye payd for stuf” in the move of the Office of the Revels (read: fancy bits like tents and masks and other entertainment items, for use in royal celebrations and progresses) to Blackfriars. Henry VIII had appointed Sir Thomas Cawarden in charge of all this “stuf” in 1544. God only knows what this says but I thought it was dramatic and gorgeous:

Anne Askew’s own recounting of her first interrogation was published in 1546 as the book you see below.

The top begins “The First Examination of Anne Askew,  latelye mar-tyred in Smythfelde.” The left side says, “Psalms 116 / The verity of the Lord endured forever” and the right seems to be “Anne Askew stood fast by the verity of God to the end.”

Not to get too far off-track here, but I often ponder the popular view of Anne’s martyrdom versus the fate of Catherine of Aragon. Of course we can’t compare the outcomes of the two women’s lives. But more often than not, Anne is put on a pedestal for being “so brave and strong” whilst sticking to her faith, and Catherine is mocked for “being stubborn” in holding onto hers. I don’t take sides and I know there are exceptions, but this is what I hear and see primarily. But that’s a post for another day.

At one point my kids decide to step out of the exhibition hall and into the gift shop, then come rushing back to tell me about something I “have to see.” Well here it is:

Yep, stacking dolls of Henry and the Magnificent Six!

Now for the sweet finish to our Folger visit: On my previous visit, a docent told me that the Folger houses a wonderful portrait of Elizabeth I in their Founders’ Room. Sadly for me, there was a meeting going on in that room at the time I was there, so I couldn’t see it. I take a chance this time and we’re able to check it out! Feast your eyes:

This is the Plimpton “Sieve” portrait, by George Gower, dating from 1579.  (As I’m quite limited by my point-and-shoot and the lighting in the room, you will probably want to click  here for a zoomable digital image of the painting.) In the queen’s left hand is, yep, a sieve. It’s a reference to the Roman vestal virgin Tuccia who advertised her v-card by being able to carry water in a sieve.  I’ll bet Tim Tebow never thought of that approach.

Her coat of arms sits above her left shoulder and the globe sits above her right shoulder, with “I see everything and much is lacking” in Italian below it. I am loving her crown, though not so much the black and gold striped scarf hanging from it. In typical Gloriana fashion, the dress is bejeweled to the hilt and looks like it weighs about 100 pounds. All in all, a stately portrait for a lady who always had a statement to make!

(As soon as we walk into the room, my observant son immediately recognises the dress from the display case on the lower level of the Folger; it holds a replica that actress Michael Learned wore in the Folger’s production of “Elizabeth the Queen” in 2003.)

There are many other items in the exhibit, of course. I’ve shared with you some of the Tudor-era treasures but there are others from that period, as well as lots from the post-Tudor years until 1700. But I don’t want to give away the farm because I’m hoping you’ll be able to see the exhibit for yourself; it runs through 30 September.

* Special thanks to security guard (and crime fiction writer) Quintin Peterson for escorting us to the Founders’ Room to view the queen’s portrait, graciously answering all our questions, and giving us additional background on the Folger itself.

** Have you come along with me to the Folger’s “Vivat Rex” exhibit? You can do so here.

*** Why not take an 8-minute trip through Tudor D.C. with me on YouTube?

Scotland the “Brave”

I see so many Tudorphiles who are smitten with Elizabeth I because of her sheer don’t – need – a – man independence. Love for the perceived moxie in Anne Boleyn’s personality is another common thread for this dynasty’s devotees. If either of these statements describes you, you’re going to love the new Disney/Pixar film, “Brave”!

Without making this a film review, I do want to say I enjoyed the movie much more than I’d expected. Pixar’s past (“Toy Story,” “The Incredibles,” etc) has put us in a position where we judge each new installment against other Pixar offerings, instead of on its own merit, or against other films. This is what happened with “Cars 2.” And I know I’m in the minority, but I feel that “Up” was incredibly overrated. The first 10 excellent minutes should have been a short, and that’s it. No grumpy guy, no annoying boy scout, no annoying bird, no annoying talking dogs … I’m sensing a pattern here.

So when I read some top-critic reviews before going to “Brave,” I thought I’d be underwhelmed again. I was wrong. Maybe it’s my affinity for Scotland, for that “1,000 years ago” nostalgia, for royal history. Maybe it’s my delight at a female protagonist with cheek to spare (and a gorgeous head of ginger corkscrews which cannot be contained, much like the girl herself).

Have a look at this clip. “I’ll be shootin’ for my OWN HAND.” Shades of Elizabeth I, for sure. Get out and see it as soon as you can; thank me later. =)

Written in the Stars

Happy coronation anniversary weekend to Elizabeth I! The lady had consulted an astrologer, who advised her that her reign would be “glorious and prosperous” should her ceremony take place on the 15th of January. Looks like there’s something to those stars after all, doesn’t it?

Here is an informative link to the chart itself and its analysis. Thanks to Robert Parry, author of The Virgin and the Crab, for this link!

God Hath Sent a Prince!…err, Princess!

Elizabeth I "Virgin Queen" by Alexia Sinclair

Today is the 478th birthday of our marvellous ginger queen, Elizabeth I! Oh sure, at that time her father was hoping there would be cause for a tiny codpiece in his newborn’s layette. But his wife (at that time) gave birth to a healthy baby girl who would go on to become on of Britain’s most iconic monarchs.

Thanks to Lara Eakins at, we can check out Elizabeth’s actual birth announcement! (and its transcript, if you can’t read fancy-shmany loop-de-loops.)  In the third line, dead center, you can see where “prince” was hastily corrected to “princess,” as hopes for a boy had been dashed.  

If there was ever a girl who had to be born a Virgo in order to survive, it was this one. Witty, organised, patient, methodical, and intelligent are traits of those born under this sign (and believe me, I know, I’m married to one!). Elizabeth was in the precarious position of queen during a tumultuous time in England’s history, and she could not flub it up. 

It was a miracle she got to that point to begin with, if you think about it:

  •  Once upon a time, Henry VIII was married to a fine catch, that Spanish princess Catherine of Aragon; they were supposed to live happily ever after. As we know, that didn’t work out, although a daughter (the future Mary I) was born.   
  • Elizabeth came next, to Henry and Anne Boleyn…but she was still a girl, and that wouldn’t do.
  • Henry finally found his heir in little Eddie, his son with Jane Seymour!
  • Eddie did succeed his father, but was one sick puppy after a while and died at the age of 15.
  • Next up: Mary I! Unhappy marriage, no heirs, cancer consumes her, and only then…
  • “The queen is dead: Long live the queen!” 25-year-old Elizabeth takes her place on the throne.

* Killer image of Elizabeth I at the top there, isn’t it? It’s by Australian photographer / digital artist Alexia Sinclair. You can find this image and the rest of the “Regal Twelve” here.

Our Lady of the Perpetual Neck Ruff

I’m just back from the National Portrait Gallery in D.C., where I saw a certain Tudor monarch’s portrait displayed prominently at the end of a hallway. This one is dated 1558 and it’s by an unidentified artist. (Click the pic for a better view.)

It was painted shortly after she got the crown, so there are a few references to leave no question as to who is the rightful monarch. The words “Elizabeth Regina” & her father’s square-cut stone (“the Mirror of France”) around her neck drive home the point quite well, don’t you think?