At an event recently with the WOW (Wonderful World of Women) in Glen Eagle, Colorado Springs, I had to quickly change my program. Originally, my presentation included the tea ceremonies I had experienced in Japan, the origins of tea, tea etiquette, etc. but, after speaking to the host, I realized these were very well traveled ladies, many were wives of servicemen who had lived abroad for many years. They probably knew more about the customs and traditions of tea than I would ever know. Instead, I decided on a different tact that included my exploits on live radio and television, including my "contrary to popular belief...you can do the 50 yard dash...in high heels..." story. This brought a scream of laughter than I'm sure could be heard around the block. I followed with a short reading from my new book, Forbidden.
The WOW group meet once a month. They visit places of interest and education, art galleries, a new restaurant, or simply take a picnic and hike into the mountains. The camaraderie among the ladies is obvious. They smiled from the moment they arrived until they left. Hugs and kisses all around - until next month.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Photo: James Shrubb, Town Crier and Doreen Waters (both mentioned in Christmas Past in Essex ISBN #978 0 7524 4463 5)
In days of old, when few people could read and write, the appearance of the Town Crier was a cause for much excitement. He would appear in a brightly colored outfit, white stockings, three cornered hat and ringing his bell to assemble an audience. He would unroll the proclamation with pomp and ceremony, read it aloud and nail it on the door of the local inn.
Town Criers were protected by the reigning monarch. Interfering with his duties or heckling while he was giving his address was considered an act of treason.
In addition to his duties as a reader of proclamations, the Crier was often called upon to keep the peace. See the following excerpt from: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Town_crier
“In 1620, there was a fight at the cross between the butchers and the bakers where the 'Cryer brake his Mace in peeces Amonge them'. In 1607, one public notice read by George Tunnall, the bellman, forbade tipping rubbish in the river. In 1715, a local man recorded that the 'Belman at the Cross ... Reads publicly a proclamation in the Mayor's name, commanding all persons in the City to be of peaceable and civil behaviour, not to walk around the Streets or Rows at unreasonable hours of night'.”