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London Towne, September

Posted in Event Journal with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 10, 2017 by creweofthearchangel

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Length of black, silk ribbon was stretched slowly across the desktop finally coming to rest upon an open bible.

Weary eyes closed against the strain of reading. Another sleepless night, another morning arriving all too early. And more funerals.

War was a miserable thing. He was still struggling to find the glory in it. He understood the need to fight, to protect those he loved, his way of life, but he could not understand the hullabaloo, the young men who hurried to pick up a musket or sword and rush headlong into…

“Hell on earth.”

“What was that, Sir?” The Irishman asked from the next room over. Ears already damaged from too much gunfire were still recovering from the din of yesterday’s battle.14492572_10154681974923825_9013517838455022855_n

Sterling glanced up, gaze darting to the sunlight that streamed through the seams between the wall boards.

A good caulking would solve all that..

But ye are not on board the ‘Angel…this place is only yours to rent…

“War, Fionn,” Sterling muttered a moment later. He realized, too late, that the steward would not hear him a second time and the question would need repeating again. He leaned back in his chair after pushing it away from the desk. Long legs unfolded before him as good eye finally noticed the holes in the new silk stockings he wore.

She would be angry. Those were the last thing she gave ye. Ye should have worn a different, older pair…

Fingers splayed as open palm slammed down upon the desk. The noise startled the steward, his head soon poking around the edge of the doorway.
“I am sorry…”

“T’is not ye Fionn. Not ye at all!” Sterling shouted, his words dripping with frustration. Leaning down, a finger dug into one hole of the wounded silk, making it worse.

“I can fix those, sir, if ye have a mind not to pillage em further,” Fionn said.

“Does not matter,” came the doleful reply.

Nothing matters now.

“Right, sir.” The steward turned about then shifted just enough to look back at his captain. “I shall have your black coat brushed and ready. A wee bit longer, sir.”

An eternity for those that still remained.

Good eye roamed once more about the room. After the battle they had made sail for the closest harbour. Londontowne. Archangel’s new home. And his.

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Sterling had agreed to rent a small tenement there, months ago, as14522914_10210957121987746_5963692726279877397_n soon as his marriage had begun to deteriorate. He still could not bear to return to the plantation. Too many memories he was unwilling to confront and now with more dead to bury, life as it had once been, slipped completely away.

Thomas, the bitter child, would see to the property and the horses. Sarah and Sean had promised to look in on things often. Fingers reached for his spectacles before he sunk down further into the chair and dared to draw Sean’s latest letter to him. His throat tightened as he read the legal papers enclosed. So difficult to digest but he swallowed all of it.

His attention was diverted as the steward appeared once more in the doorway. Black coat, furnished with weepers was held out, ready for him to slip into.

“Give me a moment…please.” Words were choked. Hand shook as he reached for quill and ink and he signed where needed. He had severed all other contact, as requested. This was all that remained. Papers were folded, secured inside a fresh sheet, sealed and addressed before he stood.

“See that you find a rider to take these to Virginia. Tell him to make all necessary haste.”

Documents were turned over to Fionn’s keeping before body passed into the cold embrace of the mourning coat.

“Are you certain, sir?”

“What else can I do?”

No more words were exchanged. Slow step brought him to collect the bible from his desk before he left the tenement. Good eye, momentarily blinded by the sun, blinked as he adjusted to the brightness. Gaze directed to the garden, overgrown and unkempt, but promising.

Madame Lasseter will be pleased with it. Someday….soon. The babe will have hours to explore and help his mother there. Ye see, life continues… there is always hope.

Suddenly he turned back into the house and plucked the papers from Fionn’s grasp. They were returned to wait upon his desk.

Perhaps ye can send them tomorrow…but not now. Not today.

“Later,” he said as he stepped past the steward.

He straightened to his full height, shoulders squaring for the tasks ahead. He could see Adam Cyphers hurrying across the green to join him. Without a sound the two fell into step together and made their way to bury the dead. After, they would all begin again.

Copyright 2017 C.A.Salone
Photos by J. Geiger; S. Mickle; M. Fink; A. Cyphers; M. Fleckenstein
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Historic London Town & Gardens
“London Town was founded in 1683 as Anne Arundel County’s seat. Its heyday lasted approximately 100 years, but the town soon dissipated thanks to change in trade routes. The only remaining historic structure on site was the William Brown House. Built in c.1760 as an upscale tavern, the William Brown House became the county’s almshouse from 1828 – 1965. Today it is the centerpiece of the historic area, which also includes a reconstructed Carpenter’s Shop and Lord Mayor’s Tenement with kitchen garden, ropewalk, and an 18th century tobacco barn. Learn more about the history of the site in the Discover London Town exhibit in the Visitor Center.” ~ Historic London Town & Garden

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Lord Mayor’s Tenement and Kitchen Garden
Reconstructed on its archaeological footprint, the Lord Mayor’s Tenement would have been rented to London Town’s lower-class workers. Adjacent to the building is a kitchen garden demonstrating different foods colonists would have grown for subsistence. Visit Historic London Town’s events page for our next hearth cooking demonstrations in the Lord Mayor’s Tenement.”~Historic London Town & Garden

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The Lost Letter: Beaufort Pirate Invasion, August ’14

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By Alice Mason Sterling

Alice Mason Sterling

Dearest Sarah, my most beloved Stepdaughter,

I pray this Letter finds you and Sean in good health and that Sean’s Studies prosper. Father is most proud of him as am I. I write an Account of our most recent Journey to see your Father. Though the Times I spend with him are often infrequent and all too short, I treasure each and everyone of them. As I know ye love him and see little of him as well, I will impart several Pages, copied from my Journal, so that ye may see that he is well and continuing to help keep the Colonies protect’d.

Wednesday, August 6

Upon Sightings of Pirates in the coastal Waters, and credible Rumors of their Intent to attack the small Town of Beaufort, North Carolina, the Crewe of the Archangel made Plans to travel to Beaufort and assist the Townsfolk and local Militia in defending the Town.

Kitty and I arriv’d to-day, traveling under the Protection of Quartermaster Jack Roberts. Master Gunner Dorian Lasseter and his Indenture Josephine Legard arrived soon after. The Bosun’s Mate, Mitchell O’Sionnach, travel’d in their Company. We spent the several Hours raising Canvas and laying out the Camp, then took our evening Meal at an Establishment in Town.

My Husband and Stepson, Captain John Sterling and Joshua Merriweather Sterling, made port late this Evening. We are quarter’d near the Gaol and Pillory, which will make Captain Sterling’s Work all the easier once the invading Rabble are conquer’d and the Pirates brought to Justice. And surely they will be.

Thursday, August 7

The Captain and the Ship’s Officers spent the morning in Meetings with the local Authorities, making Plans for the defense of the Town. Later a pouring Rain drove us to the shelter of the the awning near the Quartermaster’s tent , where a rare hour of leisure allow’d for pleasant Conversation. All in all we were grateful for the Rain as it provid’d relief from the Heat and plaguing Mosquitoes.

Once the Downpour abat’d Josephine, O’Sionnach, Kitty and I ventur’d to a nearby burying Grounds. Though somber, I found it a quiet and lovely Place, with great twisting Oaks providing a green Canopy overhead.
20140807_155826 I could not help but wonder how many more Markers would be add’d in the coming Days if the Pirates did indeed attack.

Much to my relief, my Maid Charlotte Cole arriv’d late in the Afternoon, along with the Captain’s Steward Fionnan Murtaugh. Dr. Jerome Geiger arriv’d several hours later and our Company is now complete.


Friday, August 8

This Morning dawn’d warm and humid as the ones that preced’d it. The final setup and preparations within the Camp were seen to, with further Tents add’d for our Supplies and storage. At the Entrance to Camp the wither’d remains of a dead Pirate swing from a Noose. A gruesome sight, but hopefully one that will serve as warning to those who would follow the same Path.

With the Laundress’ inexplicable absence, Kitty and I took up the task of doing the crew’s Wash while Charlotte carri’d on with lace-making.

Charlotte Cole

The Smoke from Josephine’s Brazier waft’d pleasantly through the Camp as she prepar’d her Herbs and apothecary supplies, should they be need’d. Across the camp Dr. Geiger organiz’d his surgical Instruments and arrang’d them in a rather ghastly Display. O’Sionnach tend’d to the maintenance of Block and Tackle and the Master Gunner ensur’d that the crewe’s arms were ready to use at a moment’s notice. Fionn look’d after the Captain and continu’d work on the Archangel’s Flag, the Captain’s personal Ensign, while the Quartermaster oversaw the running of the Camp and our Supplies and my Husband continu’d with the battle Plans.

In the afternoon the Crew made a display of arms alongside the local Militia. The firing of the great Guns and the small Arms alike bolster’d the confidence of the Townspeople, who were understandably apprehensive at the threat of Invasion. Many of the Townsfolk visit’d our Camp after the Demonstration, taking interest in our tasks and our methods of operation within the Camp.

This evening a display of talent was provid’d from amongst the Town and all present, with our own Mistress McDonough paying a visit and treating us all to a Song from her Homeland.

I will admit that this Account is not as coherent as it might be, given that the punch Bowl was pass’d not once but twice this evening as the Crewe sat together around the Table after dinner. T’is a fine thing to share such a fine Drink in such fine Company. Josephine provid’d a Dessert that we took turns cooking at the ends of sticks over the Brazier, something Kitty enjoy’d immensely. Now t’is late, and I shall retire with my Husband and pray for success and safety on the morrow.

Saturday, August 9

This morning we all feast’d upon a fine Breakfast serv’d by the Townsfolk, save for Quartermaster Roberts who remain’d behind to oversee the final preparations of a gallows that was built in case.

Well he did, for the threat of invasion by Pirates became a reality mere hours later. The gallows were mov’d to a public Square and their assembly complet’d before Crowds of curious onlookers shortly before the call to arms was given.
A solitary Pirate arriv’d in a small dingy, making bold Threats against the Town, and was driven off by a single Shot from one of the smaller Guns. Had that been all, the Town would have had an easy Day of it, but the persistent Pirates soon arriv’d in large numbers and the Battle began in earnest. The pirate ships fired upon the Town’s Defenders and were given Cannon Fire in return.
Running the guns

The Battle continu’d on Land as the Pirates took to disembark, but after a vigorous Defense by the Archangels, the Townsfolk, and the Militia, the Pirates were defeated.

Several Pirates were caught and put in the town Gaol, with two Irishmen going to a swift Trial and sentenc’d to be hang’d. As the Sky darkened and Rain began to fall in a light, steady Drizzle, the condemn’d were led forth and parad’d through the town Streets to the Square where the Gallows wait’d. The Procession was a somber one, with one Prisoner begging for his life and the other belligerent and violent, requiring Quartermaster Roberts to beat him frequently.
Captain Sterling overheard the younger prisoner’s pleas and allow’d him to argue for his Life, his Case being that a poor childhood and Poverty drove him to his crimes. He offer’d his skills as a Cobbler and was eventually grant’d a Pardon in hopes that he would better his future.

The second Prisoner, the vile O’Tierney, made no such pleas.
Instead he insult’d my husband in language that made my blood boil. God forgive me, I know vengeance is His alone, but there are times when I am glad to see justice done. With the noose already around his neck he assault’d Captain Sterling, taking my husband to the ground before Quartermaster Roberts could pull the prisoner away. As O’Tierney stood atop the block he request’d a final drink, which he then threw into the Captain’s face. The Pirate vow’d to see the Captain in hell, to which the Captain only laugh’d and remark’d, “I hardly think so,” and kicked the block from beneath the Pirate’s feet. He was hanged for his foul Murders of our innocent Sailors and other terrible Crimes.

With the Hanging concluded the Crowds gradually dispersed. The weary but victorious Crewe dismantled the Gallows and later sat together to partake of a fine Dinner in Camp. Another Bowl of punch and several Games of Whist lended to the celebratory mood.

Sunday, August 10

Parting from the Crewe is never easy, and many of us were already dreading the Farewells as we breakfasted together and began breaking up the Camp. The Rain held off until the very last, drenching many of us as the last Roll of canvas was placed onto the Carts. We took shelter in one of the Town’s Ordinaries and spent about half an hour discussing all that had taken place the previous Days. At last goodbyes were said and we broke company, taking solace in knowing that the Town remained safe and we would all soon assemble for another grand Adventure.

My Dear, I am happy to report that your Father sends his Love and will write to you and Sean, himself, as soon as he is able. I will end now, for I would see this Letter handed off to the Post before I and Kitty head for the Carriage back to Virginia.

We love you both and are eager to visit with you upon our return.

Your loving Mother,

Alice


Copyright August 2014 S. W. Permenter
Special thanks to the following photographers: S.W.Permenter, J.Otte, D.Tobin, C. Warner, M.Murillo

NOTE: Hangings are done by trained, experienced stunt people, followed by a safety demonstration. DO NOT TRY THIS ON YOUR OWN!

MTT: Marching Through Time

Posted in Event Journal with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 27, 2014 by creweofthearchangel

Josephine’s Journal
The Account of an Indentured Servant’s Adventures with the Crewe of the Archangel

April 25

April, typically a relaxing Month before the Hustle of the Pirate-hunting Season, has brought us to Jamestown at the behest of the Vigilant Crewe with whom we often work closely. They are attending to Business in the port City and the Crewe of the Archangel has joined them. Dorian and I made the familiar Journey from Carolina, stopping only once to obtain Monsieur Cyphers from Hampton, and arrived in Town late this Afternoon under dark Skies and in pouring Rain. We were greeted by Capitain McGuyver, his Wife, Nancy, and several of the Vigilant Crewe Members.



We were surprised to be welcomed as well as by two of our own Archangel Crewe Members, Monsieur Atlas and Monsieur Knyff who had not been expected to join us until Morning.
Following a multitude of Greetings, we quickly unloaded the Carriage and as we readied our Room we received Word from Capitaine Sterling that he and Fionn were to arrive in Town no later than Midnight. The Capitaine’s Message also carried a somber Piece of News: a beloved Member of the Community had passed away that Afternoon following a two year Battle with Illness. Capitaine Sterling asked that we make this News known to all present. The News was heavily received, and Silence took hold of the small Gathering of Sailors for more than a few Moments. T’is never easy to learn of the Passing of those we hold dear, but being with those of like Mind and Understanding made the News easier to bear.
After all present were settled in our Rooms, we made our way to a local Establishment both for Dinner and to toast the Life of our recently departed Friend. By then the Rain was slowing to a Drizzle and we had all begun to dry out from the Deluge that had occurred not but a couple of Hours prior. Dinner was plentiful and filling, and the Company was most heartily enjoyed; however, a damp Weariness was taking its hold on each of us. As the Food and Drink were nearly gone, the Table quieted and we knew that it was time for us to depart. As we arrived back at our Room, we received Word that Capitaine Sterling and Fionntan Murtaugh had arrived and they were making themselves comfortable in their respective Rooms. As I write this, I am perched in front of the Fire prepared for bed while Dorian checks in on Capitaine Sterling. The damp Weather reminds me of Home and I find myself dozing off every now and again with thoughts of what feels like Lives past.

April 26

We awoke this Morning and, after readying ourselves, made our way to the local Tavern for a light morning Meal. The Sun was bright, the Skies clear, and the Area was drying out from the Rains of yesterday. My Demeanor had brightened some as well, as I was off to the Shops near the Docks. I had been given an Invitation to meet with a family-trained Apothecary and spend the Day discussing the Trade with her while Dorian saw to his Duties as Master Gunner. I was somewhat Nervous, as my Training was informal at best in the Arts of Herbs, and my Knowledge is limited to those Herbs with which I am familiar. As I stepped into the Shop and looked around, I was met with the Aroma of dried Herbs and a smiling Apothecary greeting me from the Counter.
The Conversation in the Shop was much more relaxed than I had anticipated as she and I discussed our various Experiences with Herbs and making herbal Remedies, the Storage of our Herbs, and the Resources available should we ever need to use Herbs with which we are not familiar. After spending the Day orally compiling our Information, we concluded that perhaps we need to once again meet and create a Resource that could be then shared with the general Public. I left the Shop today feeling enlightened and hopeful that both she and I could benefit from such a Partnership, should our Circumstances favor such an Undertaking.
Following a lovely Dinner in the Tavern, some members of the Crewe joined with Vigilant Crew for Songs by the Fire. The rest of the Archangel Crewe, myself included, sat in a Corner listening to the Songs and holding friendly Conversation. After some time had passed, we realized that Clouds had covered the Sky and that it was beginning to rain. Dorian and I returned to our Room where I am now writing this entry and he is organizing the sea chest. Tomorrow, after some last minute business, we will once again return to the south road and our cottage in Carolina.

April 27

With a little more Time today I wanted to take in the Atmosphere of the Town before we departed. I donned my sailor’s Attire and wandered the Town as “Joseph” Legard, greeting others on the Street who were none the wiser. The Town was made up of a variety of Shops and Activities, with most of the Activity centered around the Tavern and the Docks. In the Tavern, Patrons were taking part in card Games while snacking on Fruit and Biscuits and drinking the available Beverages; on the Docks, Sailors were splicing Lines and testing repaired log Lines in the Water; a Woman was attending to Laundry at the end of the Dock; Captain McGuyver and other Vigilant Crew members were attending to business in his office on the docks; Capitaine Sterling could be found attending to business with Cargo costs and taxes; Monsieur Lasseter was attending to the cleaning and maintenance of the Firearms and edged Weapons; Vigilant Crew members were handling the Shot and various other Weapons; The Archangel's Blacksmith chatting with the Vigilant's Heidiand Members of both Crewes could found helping in the Kitchen.
As the Work was completed, we all began to pack up our Belongings for our individual journeys home. Dorian, Adam, and I were permitted to leave as early as possible, as News had reached us of foul Weather at Home while we were away which carried the Potential of damaging our Property. After saying our Goodbyes, which is always the most difficult Part of an event, we made our way South to Carolina. The Journey was smooth, and we arrived Home slightly earlier than anticipated, finding that only a Flag perched on our Home had been damaged; the worst of it had been East of our Cottage.




Archangel

Copyright 2014 J.Otte

Congratulations to the Crewe of the Archangel

Posted in Event Journal with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 31, 2014 by creweofthearchangel

This year at Jamestown Settlement’s Military Through the Ages, the Crewe won, in the pre-modern category: honorary mention for Best Cooking, First Place for Best Clothing and First Place for Best Camp. But the best was the compliments from the judges who came to tell us that our documentation set the new standard. Well done Archangels.

Laundress Mae Harrington Laundress Mae Harrington
Mlle Josephine Legard Mlle. Josephine Legard
Armourer & Blacksmith Adam Cyphers Armourer & Blacksmith Adam Cyphers
Dr. Jerome GeigerShip’s Surgeon, Dr. Jerome Geiger
Master-at-Arms Heartless Master-at-Arms Heartless
Cook & Able Seaman David M. AtlasCook & Able Seaman David M. Atlas
Master Gunner Dorian LasseterMaster Gunner Dorian Lasseter
Midshipman Joshua MerriweatherMidshipman Joshua Merriweather
Lady's Maid Charlotte Cole & Alice Mason Sterling
Lacemakers: Blue Hood: Lady’s Maid Charlotte Cole. Cocked Hat: Captain’s Wife Alice Mason Sterling
Cook's Mate John KnyffCook’s Mate John Knyff
Quartermaster Jack RobertsQuartermaster Jack Roberts
Bosun's Mate Mitch O'SionnachBosun’s Mate Mitchell O’Sionnach
Sean with ship biscuitMidshipman Sean Merriweather
L'il SnotLearning the Lace trade, Alice Mason’s daughter KittyFionn MurtaughCaptain’s Steward Fionn Murtaugh
Bosun Israel CrossBosun Israel Cross
PrincessCaptain Sterling, Master Gunner Lasseter and Princess


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Military Through the Ages 2014

Transcription of Letter sent by Captain Sterling 18 February 1712

Posted in Event Journal with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 8, 2014 by creweofthearchangel

Transcription:
Mistress Mason,
My cherish’d Friend, my most belov’d Heart, my dearest Alice,

Please excuse the Liberty I have taken in writing these few Lines, hoping this will find thee in good Health. I pray also that all is well indeed, with thy Sister Ella and my dear Soul Kitty. I trust in God, that all is truly well with thee, as, thanks be to God, I find myself, though anxious, am I, to see thee.

As I sit and pen this, t’s  a raw &  windy night and I wish that my dearest Heart where here beside me.
I am currently addressing the final Details before the Archangel must put back to Sea, to cruise once more that we may do our Duty in the continuing War.  I and my Officers have made Arrangements with Edward Hyde to entertain a recruiting Party at his Establishment upon the 14, 15, & 16 March.  With such in Mind, I would entreat thee that thou wouldst consider traveling down to Wapping so that I may spend the Week’s End in thy Company, for I would see thee again before I must take my Leave.  

I have miss’d thee my dearest Heart, my beloved Lady, and such dismay at thy Absence I cannot give a sad enough Name. I have been too long depriv’d of the Sight of thine Eyes in which I was wont to see so much Love, which made me feel so full of Joy, and Peace, which took the Place of all else to me and which, in a Word, were all that I desir’d and continue thus..Sweetheart, do not deny me the Pleasure of thy most loving Person. I beseech thee for the love ye bear me,  to give an answer to this, mine crude Letter that I may know how far I may depend on thy coming. Send Word and make haste, I beg thee, to get thee to the Hyde before I must make sail.

But if it does not please thee to answer me in writing, then, I pray God, to hold thee in mine arms within the week.  With my heart I kiss thy hand, since I cannot with my lips, renewing my vows that I love thee more than health, or any happiness here upon this earth.
I pray God that the hours may not be long whilst we are apart.

I conclude with my Love to thee & I remane thy ever loving

John
and waite impationt for thy return.

Copyright 2014 C.A.Salone

Thinking Back: Charlotte Cole, Maid to Alice Sterling and Family

Posted in Crewe Reflections... with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 8, 2014 by creweofthearchangel

Who are you?

My name is Charlotte (Lottie) Cole and I grew up in a large family in London, England.

What are your dealings with the Archangel?

I serve as lady’s maid to Mistress Sterling. I see to her needs and desires as befitting my position and those of caring for her’s and the captain’s children Kitty, Thomas and the twins Ella and Andrew. I came into her service during her masquerade as the Turkish Princess and she and the captain have been most kind to keep me on. I take great satisfaction in the work. I also fill the role of traveling companion when Mistress Sterling takes to the seas, which has been most exciting for me!

What is your most memorable event concerning that relationship, and do you have any prized possessions connected to the event?

Recently, Mistress Sterling has seen fit to take me on as her lace-making apprentice! I would have been fortunate enough to remain in her employ as lady’s maid for the rest of my days; I never imagined being granted the opportunity to learn such a skill. I have few personal belongings, and my lace-making pillow is prized amongst them. I suppose it represents freedom to me, as I hope always to earn my own way in the world.

NOTE:

“Provide for their [servants’] support and their maintenance; let them not want in their work. Be punctual likewise in their pay. When the work is done, the laborer is worthy of his hire; if he deserve better, encourage thy servant in well-doing; this will encourage him for the future to do well.”

“Behave thyself so in thy family, so that those below will love and fear you.”

“Be not too familiar with thy servants, neither let them be too privy to thy secrets….Keep a distance with discretion, that others may know their places, do thou know thine.”

“Be not imperious, yet keep thy staff in thy own hand. Let them rather see thy power than feel it. …. Choose those that will be careful without chiding; and delight to see them cheerful in their business and to do it with delight.”

“Rebuke in private, public rebuke hardens.”

“The greatest master minds his meanest servants.”
~Advice of a father, or, Counsel to a child (1664)

“In small households, generally lower middle class, or even lower class, with only one servant, that servant was generally female. Cheaper wages (as low as £2 for a general maidservant) is one contribution to this. If another servant was employed, it would often be a child, whose wages would be minimal or even nonexistent.

Slightly larger households might have more even numbers of female and male servants. Perhaps they would have a maid or two (who might cook, clean, and do other duties, as well), a boy to do general errands (who may or may not be paid), and a manservant for various other work. Only in households with at least three or four servants were there likely to be menservants employed.

A modest household might have three male servants and two female- one manservant to be coachman and farm manager, one to be footman and gardener, a boy, and two maids, one of whom would presumably do the cooking.”
~Servants: English Domestics in the Eighteenth Century</strong> by Bridget Hill

Copyright 2014 A. Cole

Thinking Back: Mitchell O’Sionnach, Able Seaman

Posted in Crewe Reflections... with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 27, 2013 by creweofthearchangel

Who are you?
I am Mitchell O’Sionnach, a lad of sixteen years, who has gone ta sea to seek me fortune, so as ta support me Mum and sister home in Ireland..

What are your dealings with the Archangel?

I am an Able Bodied Sailor on board de’ Archangel. an like the other sailors, I serve on a watch, tend ta t’e sails and rigging, and when needed can use both blade an’ shot in battle..

What is your most memorable event concerning that relationship, and do you have any prized possessions connected to the event?

My most memorable event concerning my relationship ta de ‘Angel would have to be when I went to enlist, I saw one of the ship’s officers, Dorian Lasseter, the gunner, praying under his breath with a small chaplet, I quietly remarked upon the ta beauty of such a ting, it having reminded me of my home, where, when I was small I remember my father having a similar rosary, when he went to pray.

The day after the ship left port I noticed a small parcel in my sea-chest, one that was not there before…. in it was a chaplet, very similar to the Gunner’s.
It is a possession I treasure right much.. a token, though neither of us remarked upon it, that I suspect is from one countryman to another.

NOTE: PENAL TIMES
In 1691, King James II signed the Treaty of Limerick. This assured that the Irish Catholics were secure to own their own land, could speak their own language and above all, practice their religion. History tells us that as soon as he left Ireland, the treaty was broken and all the guarantees above were denied by the English.

Death became the common penalty for attending or celebrating the Mass. Many many Priest and Laity lost their lives in the underground churches. These times became known as the ‘Penal Times’ and the Irish Penal Rosary became popular.

Information from :
rosary workshop – museum – irish penal rosary . (n.d.). Retrieved from http://www.rosaryworkshop.com/MUSEUM-Irish…Rosary-20c.html

Copyright M.Fink December 2, 2013