In October, Germans tell us how Halloween gets more and more popular with each passing year. "Five years ago," they say, "you never heard about Halloween. Now there are Halloween decorations and candy in the stores, costume parties and some towns even have...what do you say....trick-or-treating!"
There is a section of new town homes in Liederbach loaded with kids where trick or treating is very popular. Emilie and Becca went ringing doorbells there last year, saying not "Trick or treat!" but rather "Süßes oder Saures!" (Sweet or Sour!). We were invited to the Siedlung this year, the Frankfurt compound where American government workers live.
I didn't think twice about letting Emilie dress up in a Native American costume. A week later, however, I was rethinking her choice. I listened to a podcast about when Halloween costumes cross the line from funny to offensive. I thought people would be discussing dressing your five-year old up in a short French maid outfit. Instead, the woman being interviewed said, "I cannot fathom why a parent today would allow their child to dress up as a Native American, letting centuries of Native American culture, actually hundreds of distinct cultures, be whittled down to a brown, fringed shirt and tacky face paint."
Yowsa! Gosh, we had the costume because one of Micaela's favorite books and one I remember reading as a child, too, was Island of the Blue Dolphins, the classic children's novel based on the true story of a young Nicoleño Indian girl left alone for 18 years on San Nicolas Island, off the coast of Southern California. All the students in Micaela's grade had to read a book and then dress one day as a character from that book. It was with pride and admiration that Micaela wore that costume. Most of Emilie's knowledge of Native Americans comes from the animated Pocahontas, but she still wore the costume with a sense of admiration for another culture, not to disrespect it. The strong opinions on that podcast might make me rethink such costumes in the future, though.
Rebecca is Sleeping Beauty, a safe choice.
James. 'Nuff said.
Micaela and her friends Caitlin, Catherine and Caitlin's expat friend visiting from Vienna, as hippies.
The festivities were more subdued at the compound this year, as compared to two years ago, but some buildings still had decorations. The whole area has the feeling of a college campus. Hundreds of families as well as many single people live in apartment buildings next to playgrounds, social halls and ball fields. There was a picnic table set up in front of each building covered with baskets of treats for all the little ghouls and goblins.
People who live on the compound have commissary privileges. That means just one thing -- American treats!
One moment that haunted me for the whole night happened as our group approached a certain table. The woman manning the table pointedly said, "You may pick one treat." Just one? My eyes scanned the table. There were 8 baskets laden with treats, but my attention was drawn to the extra-large basket full of mini bags of Cheetos. Cheetos! Before I could tell Becca to take a bag of the orange-powdery puffed bits of heaven, she reached into a basket and took.....she took.....I can barely bring myself to write this.....she took a little bag of German gummi bears. German gummi bears? I can buy those at any store here! What I cannot buy are Cheetos! I whirled around to tell Emilie to get a bag of Cheetos, but she had already picked out a bag of M&Ms, another thing I can find at any German grocery store. Micaela and James were off with their friends, nowhere to be seen.
Oh, the humanity! Oh, the Cheetos! I was still talking a week later about that moment when I realized the Cheetos and I were not meant to be. At the time, I said, "Thanks a lot," to the stingy guard-of-the-table, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.
Gummi bears......Why did it have to be gummi bears?....
Cool jack-o'-lanterns
Tired Becca.
When we got home, we checked out their haul. We can find a fair amount of American candy or close equivalents, such as the aforementioned M&Ms, KitKats and Milky Way bars, though they are called Mars bars. And a Three Musketeers is called a Milky Way. A Snickers bar, though, is a Snickers bar. Treats that the kids had in their bags that we cannot find here at all included candy corn, Tootsie Roll pops, Starburts, Skittles, Bit o'Honeys, Milk Duds, Reeses Pieces, and Nerds. No Cheetos.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Preschool Volleyball Class
Last month, our neighbor Anne, invited Rebecca to join her daughter Jonna at her weekly volleyball class. "Can three- and four-year olds play volleyball?" I asked her. Anne explained that it was a preschool exercise/play class that fell under the umbrella of Liederbach's Volleyball Club. The next Monday, Rebecca and I walked to the building where the class was held, ignorant of the fact that I was about to be reminded that I was American and even after two years of living here, I still could not predict how we should have prepared for a preschool volleyball class.
We walked into the room and all the kids immediately began disrobing. Little boys and little girls stripped down to their underwear and then pulled a new set of pants, shirt and sneakers out of their drawstring sports bag. Oh yeah, and a water bottle, too. Rebecca and I had brought nothing. I should have thought to bring a water bottle, but the class was only one hour long (it would become 1½ hours the next month) and it was only a 10-minute walk home. A thirsty Becca would survive until she got home.
And I laughed to myself about all the kids changing clothes. Why? How dirty can little kids get running around a gym? Surely Becca's khakis and shirt would be fine. Did she really need a special sports outfit? It brought to mind how we had Emilie's last birthday party at an indoor playplace and how one dad showed up with his son, and right away had him change into a different set of clothing. When he came back two hours later, he had his son change back into the first set of clothes, explaining to us that he didn't want his son's sweat getting on his car's seats. It seemed a little excessive to us. Would his seven-year old's sweat leave an unsightly stain or burn a hole in his car's backseat?
I quick ran to a nearby store and bought Becca a juice box so that I wouldn't be viewed as a neglectful mom. That's based on experience. I left again so as not to distract Bex.
And as often happens here, I was eating crow half an hour later. When I returned, the kids were having a great time playing a game with the teacher and her two 16-year old helpers. At the end of the class, all the kids laid down on their tummies in a circle, sang a song and got a stamp on their hands. And then Becca stood up. As she did so, about 1/4 cup of sand that had settled in the cuff of her khakis during recess at Kindergarten came spilling out onto the floor. One of the helpers yelped, "Ahhhh! Who brought the sand?" The teacher made of point of telling me, "She needs to bring a different set of clothes and shoes, exercise clothes and shoes, please." It was all starting to make sense.
Before the next week, I dutifully went to the store, bought a drawstring sports bag, a water bottle and a new pair of sneakers dedicated to the volleyball class. I drew the line at buying new exercise pants and a shirt. Becca had plenty of leggings and shirts to choose from. We go to class every week and Becca strips down and changes the minute she gets there.
And a few weeks later, I was walking Rebecca and Jonna to class on a very rainy day and Jonna took a tumble. Her jeans got soaking wet during those few seconds on the ground. Never fear. Jonna had a dry pair of pants to put on once we got inside and I could hang her what would have been uncomfortably wet jeans up to dry out a bit before I returned to fetch them. Plus, all the kids would have clean, dry shoes to wear on the new gym floor.
Point taken.
We walked into the room and all the kids immediately began disrobing. Little boys and little girls stripped down to their underwear and then pulled a new set of pants, shirt and sneakers out of their drawstring sports bag. Oh yeah, and a water bottle, too. Rebecca and I had brought nothing. I should have thought to bring a water bottle, but the class was only one hour long (it would become 1½ hours the next month) and it was only a 10-minute walk home. A thirsty Becca would survive until she got home.
And I laughed to myself about all the kids changing clothes. Why? How dirty can little kids get running around a gym? Surely Becca's khakis and shirt would be fine. Did she really need a special sports outfit? It brought to mind how we had Emilie's last birthday party at an indoor playplace and how one dad showed up with his son, and right away had him change into a different set of clothing. When he came back two hours later, he had his son change back into the first set of clothes, explaining to us that he didn't want his son's sweat getting on his car's seats. It seemed a little excessive to us. Would his seven-year old's sweat leave an unsightly stain or burn a hole in his car's backseat?
I quick ran to a nearby store and bought Becca a juice box so that I wouldn't be viewed as a neglectful mom. That's based on experience. I left again so as not to distract Bex.
And as often happens here, I was eating crow half an hour later. When I returned, the kids were having a great time playing a game with the teacher and her two 16-year old helpers. At the end of the class, all the kids laid down on their tummies in a circle, sang a song and got a stamp on their hands. And then Becca stood up. As she did so, about 1/4 cup of sand that had settled in the cuff of her khakis during recess at Kindergarten came spilling out onto the floor. One of the helpers yelped, "Ahhhh! Who brought the sand?" The teacher made of point of telling me, "She needs to bring a different set of clothes and shoes, exercise clothes and shoes, please." It was all starting to make sense.
Before the next week, I dutifully went to the store, bought a drawstring sports bag, a water bottle and a new pair of sneakers dedicated to the volleyball class. I drew the line at buying new exercise pants and a shirt. Becca had plenty of leggings and shirts to choose from. We go to class every week and Becca strips down and changes the minute she gets there.
And a few weeks later, I was walking Rebecca and Jonna to class on a very rainy day and Jonna took a tumble. Her jeans got soaking wet during those few seconds on the ground. Never fear. Jonna had a dry pair of pants to put on once we got inside and I could hang her what would have been uncomfortably wet jeans up to dry out a bit before I returned to fetch them. Plus, all the kids would have clean, dry shoes to wear on the new gym floor.
Point taken.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
London Day Six: Going Home
We talked a bit last night about our stay here and what worked well and what didn't. The apartment worked out well, as did using the trains and Tube (although I must admit that staying in the city would have saved time, but the apartment was such a good deal, we had no choice). We all enjoyed the sights we visited and being able to prepare our own breakfast and dinner is always a good thing.
The only negative I could come up with was that the trip was one day too short. If we had had one more day, we could have visited The Beatles Store, relaxed while the kids played at the Peter Pan Playground in Kensington Gardens, taken pictures of places from Jane Austen movies, and dropped by the six-story Hamleys toy store. OK, maybe that last one wasn't such a big loss.
But the thing I regret most not doing was getting a picture of our kids crossing Abbey Road, especially once we returned home and I saw the fantastic commercial for the Beatles Rockband video game. It is one of the best commercials I have ever seen, perfectly expressing with love and respect the product being advertised, and making you, at the end of those 30 seconds, want to join everyone walking across Abbey Road. Sigh.
Things that we remarked upon in London were:
1. Prevalent use of cellphones. People have cell phones in Germany, of course, but you don't see so many people constantly talking on them in public. Our first day in London, riding to the apartment on the tube, we noticed right away how many people had their cell phones pasted to their ears, just gabbing away. One woman was even holding two conversations with two different phones at once. We didn't notice this in any of the large European cities we have visited. It reminded us of home.
2. Manners. We couldn't help but make note of the frequent use of "Please," "Thank you," and "Excuse Me." I stood back and let a young lady pass me as we exited the grocery store, she thanked me, and once out on the sidewalk, she made a point of turning around and saying, "I just wanted to say thank you again for letting me go before you. That was very nice of you." That made James and me howl with laughter, after she had continued on her way.
And it was brought to people's attention if their manners were lacking. At one tube stop, a woman who had been lost in her thoughts, suddenly nudged a man out of the way to exit the car with a "I need to get off!" The man, with an incredulous look on his face responded, "Excuse me!" In Germany, giving people a strong nudge while exiting a train car is no need for an "Excuse me," though I think one is always appreciated.
3. TV. Every night, there was a recap from that week's British version of Dancing with the Stars. After dinner, I would put on the telly to see if there was anything interesting to watch, and it was always yet another hour dissecting the competitors on Strictly Come Dancing. One night it was the hairstyles, the next the costumes, the next it was the relationships between the pros and the stars. Just for that week's show, not the whole season, mind you. And you thought the U.S. was too obsessed with Dancing with the Stars!
This morning, Grandma and Grandpa were up before dawn to join a group that was to tour a bit of the English countryside. We packed and made our way to Heathrow where we caught the first plane we tried back to Frankfurt. We were back home just after lunch, relieved that it all went so smoothly.
The only negative I could come up with was that the trip was one day too short. If we had had one more day, we could have visited The Beatles Store, relaxed while the kids played at the Peter Pan Playground in Kensington Gardens, taken pictures of places from Jane Austen movies, and dropped by the six-story Hamleys toy store. OK, maybe that last one wasn't such a big loss.
But the thing I regret most not doing was getting a picture of our kids crossing Abbey Road, especially once we returned home and I saw the fantastic commercial for the Beatles Rockband video game. It is one of the best commercials I have ever seen, perfectly expressing with love and respect the product being advertised, and making you, at the end of those 30 seconds, want to join everyone walking across Abbey Road. Sigh.
Things that we remarked upon in London were:
1. Prevalent use of cellphones. People have cell phones in Germany, of course, but you don't see so many people constantly talking on them in public. Our first day in London, riding to the apartment on the tube, we noticed right away how many people had their cell phones pasted to their ears, just gabbing away. One woman was even holding two conversations with two different phones at once. We didn't notice this in any of the large European cities we have visited. It reminded us of home.
2. Manners. We couldn't help but make note of the frequent use of "Please," "Thank you," and "Excuse Me." I stood back and let a young lady pass me as we exited the grocery store, she thanked me, and once out on the sidewalk, she made a point of turning around and saying, "I just wanted to say thank you again for letting me go before you. That was very nice of you." That made James and me howl with laughter, after she had continued on her way.
And it was brought to people's attention if their manners were lacking. At one tube stop, a woman who had been lost in her thoughts, suddenly nudged a man out of the way to exit the car with a "I need to get off!" The man, with an incredulous look on his face responded, "Excuse me!" In Germany, giving people a strong nudge while exiting a train car is no need for an "Excuse me," though I think one is always appreciated.
3. TV. Every night, there was a recap from that week's British version of Dancing with the Stars. After dinner, I would put on the telly to see if there was anything interesting to watch, and it was always yet another hour dissecting the competitors on Strictly Come Dancing. One night it was the hairstyles, the next the costumes, the next it was the relationships between the pros and the stars. Just for that week's show, not the whole season, mind you. And you thought the U.S. was too obsessed with Dancing with the Stars!
This morning, Grandma and Grandpa were up before dawn to join a group that was to tour a bit of the English countryside. We packed and made our way to Heathrow where we caught the first plane we tried back to Frankfurt. We were back home just after lunch, relieved that it all went so smoothly.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Best birthday presents ever!
Once back to the apartment, it was time for the important stuff -- namely, celebrating my birthday!
The kids gave me these wonderful Henry VIII and Wives matryoshki dolls, the perfect souvenir of our trip to London. David has an actual Russian matryoshki set he got from a trip to Moscow during his junior year abroad, and the kids ask to play with them every so often. If they ask to play with my new set, they will hear an emphatic and unapologetic "No!".
And then my wonderful husband handed me another gift. Something was wrapped up in a soft brown microsuede material. Wait, that wasn't just any piece of material. It was a new cover for my body pillow! Hooray! I have used a body pillow since it was recommended in so many pregnancy articles/books and I've now become quite dependent on mine for a good night's sleep. But the pillow cover had fallen apart recently and I couldn't find a cover in Germany. Grandma and Grandpa brought this one from the U.S. When you live abroad, you wouldn't believe how happy receiving things like a new body pillow cover can make you.
What was this? The pillow cover was wrapped around something. I unwrapped a black box and couldn't believe my eyes. Upon seeing my gift, my first reaction was to say to my husband, "You, you.....you idiot!" What inspired such words of love?
A new Kindle, the Amazon.com e-reader that allows you to download books, store them and read them off this small device. It was the perfect gift.
Back home in Atlanta, I did a good amount of reading, but TV still took up a good deal of my time. Here in Germany, I've broken the TV habit and have been devouring books. The only problem is finding books to read. My friend Kathy has been so generous sharing American books and magazines with me, and if I was desperate, I could always find a few English-language paperbacks at the mall, though they cost a pretty penny. I just wasn't reading books that were of my own choosing, books that really peaked my interest when I read about them on-line; instead, I was reading books that were there (and thank God they were or I would have gone crazy).
Once I heard about the Kindle and it's competitors, I said to David more than once, "You know, if we were staying here longer, I would get an e-reader. It would pay for itself eventually and you could read any book you wanted, just with the push of a button. No waiting for books to be shipped from the U.S. or for a colleague to bring them over on a business trip, and no more paying too much for an English-language book at a German bookstore." But I figured, we would be moving home next summer and then I would go back to checking books out of the library. I could live without an e-reader. That was where the name-calling of my husband came from. I was thinking, "This is exactly what I want, but don't need. Why would you spend money on this?" But I quickly changed my thinking to, "I should appreciate the truly thoughtful gesture."
But now I have a Kindle and it is a true joy. Many classics are free (their copyrights run out), buying books is cheaper than buying a new release at the store and it can hold 1,500 books. It's comfortable in your hand and turning the page with a click of a button makes for fast reading. You can also subscribe to newspapers and magazines, but books will be enough for now. And a bonus: when you shut the Kindle off, a sketch of a famous author or a famous etching appears on the screen.
The kids gave me these wonderful Henry VIII and Wives matryoshki dolls, the perfect souvenir of our trip to London. David has an actual Russian matryoshki set he got from a trip to Moscow during his junior year abroad, and the kids ask to play with them every so often. If they ask to play with my new set, they will hear an emphatic and unapologetic "No!".
And then my wonderful husband handed me another gift. Something was wrapped up in a soft brown microsuede material. Wait, that wasn't just any piece of material. It was a new cover for my body pillow! Hooray! I have used a body pillow since it was recommended in so many pregnancy articles/books and I've now become quite dependent on mine for a good night's sleep. But the pillow cover had fallen apart recently and I couldn't find a cover in Germany. Grandma and Grandpa brought this one from the U.S. When you live abroad, you wouldn't believe how happy receiving things like a new body pillow cover can make you.
What was this? The pillow cover was wrapped around something. I unwrapped a black box and couldn't believe my eyes. Upon seeing my gift, my first reaction was to say to my husband, "You, you.....you idiot!" What inspired such words of love?
A new Kindle, the Amazon.com e-reader that allows you to download books, store them and read them off this small device. It was the perfect gift.
Back home in Atlanta, I did a good amount of reading, but TV still took up a good deal of my time. Here in Germany, I've broken the TV habit and have been devouring books. The only problem is finding books to read. My friend Kathy has been so generous sharing American books and magazines with me, and if I was desperate, I could always find a few English-language paperbacks at the mall, though they cost a pretty penny. I just wasn't reading books that were of my own choosing, books that really peaked my interest when I read about them on-line; instead, I was reading books that were there (and thank God they were or I would have gone crazy).
Once I heard about the Kindle and it's competitors, I said to David more than once, "You know, if we were staying here longer, I would get an e-reader. It would pay for itself eventually and you could read any book you wanted, just with the push of a button. No waiting for books to be shipped from the U.S. or for a colleague to bring them over on a business trip, and no more paying too much for an English-language book at a German bookstore." But I figured, we would be moving home next summer and then I would go back to checking books out of the library. I could live without an e-reader. That was where the name-calling of my husband came from. I was thinking, "This is exactly what I want, but don't need. Why would you spend money on this?" But I quickly changed my thinking to, "I should appreciate the truly thoughtful gesture."
But now I have a Kindle and it is a true joy. Many classics are free (their copyrights run out), buying books is cheaper than buying a new release at the store and it can hold 1,500 books. It's comfortable in your hand and turning the page with a click of a button makes for fast reading. You can also subscribe to newspapers and magazines, but books will be enough for now. And a bonus: when you shut the Kindle off, a sketch of a famous author or a famous etching appears on the screen.
London Day Five: Hampton Court
Today was our last day of London sightseeing. We had heard good things about another Henry VIII location, Hampton Court, a half-hour train ride away from the city's center. It was the only thing on our list today, so we were hoping for an easy day. The kids were hoping for an easy day as well.
Hampton Court Palace is a royal palace in the London Borough of Richmond upon Thames. It has not been lived in by the British royal family since the 18th century. Today, the palace is open to the public, and is a major tourist attraction. It is cared for by an independent charity, Historic Royal Palaces which receives no funding from the Government or the Crown.
Cardinal Thomas Wolsey, a favorite of King Henry VIII, took over the site of Hampton Court Palace in 1514. Over the following seven years, Wolsey spent lavishly to build the finest palace in England at Hampton Court.
The first courtyard, the Base Court, contained forty-four lodgings reserved for guests, each with an outer room, an inner room and a lavatory. A guest of the cardinal would bring a large entourage and many servants.
The second court, Clock Court, contained the very best rooms. Wolsey added new sumptuous private chambers for his own use, as well as three suites for the new royal family: one each for King Henry VIII, Queen Katherine of Aragon and their daughter Princess Mary.
Clock Court. Henry VIII stayed in the state apartments as Wolsey's guest immediately after their completion in 1525. At this time, Hampton Court was more magnificent than the King's own palace, the Palace of Whitehall. The fact did not escape the King's notice.
Wolsey was only to enjoy his palace for a few years. In 1528, unable to secure an annulment from the Pope for King Henry and knowing that his enemies and the King were engineering his downfall, Wolsey passed the palace to the King as a gift. The following year, Wolsey was accused of treason and en route to London fell ill and died.
An early example of a post-Copernican astronomical clock. Still functioning, the clock shows the time of day, the phases of the moon, the month, the quarter of the year, the date, the sun and star sign, and high water at London Bridge. The latter information was of great importance to those visiting this Thames-side palace from London, as the preferred method of transport at the time was by barge, and at low water London Bridge created dangerous rapids.
Within six months of coming into ownership, the King began his own rebuilding and expansion. Henry VIII's court consisted of over one thousand people, while the King owned over sixty houses and palaces. Few of these were large enough to hold the assembled court, and Henry's plan was to transform Hampton Court to a principal residence which could accommodate the court. By the way, servants would often sleep in the corridors.
All around London, we have seen groups of school children looking so charming in their school uniforms.
The palace is massive and offered many different tours, including several audio guides. We selected a children's audio guide to Henry VIII's apartments.
Henry added the Great Hall, the last medieval great hall built for the English monarchy. The room is spanned by a large and sumptuously decorated hammer-beam roof and its walls are hung with Henry VIII’s most splendid tapestries, The Story of Abraham.
A lady of the court answering school children's questions about life at court.
Henry used Hampton Court to impress. Most famously in August 1546 Henry feasted and fêted the French ambassador and his entourage of two hundred gentlemen – as well as 1,300 members of his own court – for six days. An encampment of gold and velvet tents surrounded the palace for the occasion.
After the execution of Anne Boleyn, Henry's second wife, he had all traces of her removed from Hampton Court. Our audio guide pointed out a last remnant of Anne that was missed by workers. Here on the wood panels of the Great Hall, you can still see a small H for Henry and A for Anne.
Henry stained glass window in the Great Watching Chamber, just off the Great Hall. The room takes its name from the royal bodyguards who were stationed here to control access to the King.
In one hallway was this famous and very interesting family portrait.
In the center is Henry with his son Edward VI and Edward's mother and Henry's third wife, Jane Seymour. Edward became king when he was 9 years old and died at only 15. It is interesting to note the inaccuracies of this portrait. Firstly, Jane died just two weeks after giving birth to Edward. Plus, this portrait was painted while the king was married to his sixth wife, Catherine Parr.
On the left side of the painting, farthest away from Henry, is Mother Jak, Edward's wet nurse. The aristocracy, nobility or upper classes had their children wet-nursed, in the hope of becoming pregnant again quickly to ensure an heir, most especially if the infant was the first born, or if the first born was female. It was also common, among many classes, when the mother died in childbirth.
Then, a step closer to the king, but still separate from him, is his first child Mary with his first wife, Katherine of Aragon. When Henry married his second wife, Anne Boleyn, Mary was declared illegitimate and when her half-sister Elizabeth was born, her place in the line of succession transferred to her half-sister. Mary was was expelled from Court and she was sent to serve as a lady-in-waiting to little Elizabeth. Perhaps most painful, however, was Henry forbidding Mary to see her mother, even as Katherine lay dying years later, pleading to see her daughter. Mary would go on to become queen after her half-brother died, but will forever be best known as "Bloody Mary" for her brutal persecution of English Protestants.
On the far right side of the painting is Will Sommers, Henry's best-known court jester. In the King's later years, when he was troubled by a painful leg condition, it was said that only Sommers could lift his spirits. The jester was also a man of integrity and discretion; he sometimes drew the King's attention to extravagance and waste within the royal household by means of a joke.
One step closer to Henry is his second daughter, Elizabeth, by his second wife, Anne Boleyn. She was also declared illegitimate but would come to throne after the death of Mary, her half-sister. After the short reigns of Elizabeth's brother and sister, the Virgin Queen's 44 years on the throne provided welcome stability for the kingdom and helped forge a sense of national identity.
All throughout the day, there were activities celebrating Henry VIII's marriage to his sixth wife, Catherine Parr.
In the Clock Court, we met Thomas Seymour. He began talking to a large gathering of people, but then focused on me and said coldly, "Mistress, you are looking at me through a strange telescope-like contraption." It took me a few seconds to realize he was letting me know that I wasn't allowed to videotape him. I lowered my camcorder and shut it off with a red face. Nowhere did it say we weren't allowed to videotape (we were everywhere else), but it was still embarrassing.
Seymour identified himself as a member of Henry's court and the brother of Henry's third wife, Jane Seymour. He gestured over his head to indicate the rooms where Jane had given birth to a son, and then died two weeks later of complications. But what Thomas was most interested in telling us was of his secret love who was to marry another today. He would not identify this mystery lady but felt sure she must return his love, as she has gazed in his direction many times with a certain look in her eyes.
At one point, he questioned Micaela, asking her if when it came time to marry, since at the age of 13, she was eligible, "Will you do your duty to your family and marry the man your family chooses for you, or will you foolishly follow your heart and marry for love?" There was a long pause, and then Micaela answered hesitantly, "For.....love?" Seymour gave David and me his condolences on having such a head strong daughter who would be sure to bring us pain by not doing her duty to us.
A small window above us was opened and his true love's sister appeared at the window. She did not seem pleased to see Seymour, but agreed to meet him in the Great Hall. We all returned to the Great Hall where Thomas gave the sister a box and asked her to present it to the bride.
In the Great Watching Chamber, we finally meet the bride. It is none other than Henry's intended, Catherine Parr. She is not over-the-moon about marrying the king, but knows she must do her duty to her family and the country. And then face-to-face with his beloved, Thomas Seymour cannot bring himself to declare his love for her and instead wishes her well on her wedding day.
Note: Thomas and Catherine eventually did marry not long after Henry's death, but it was not a happy ending. Catherine, who had already been married three times but had no children, soon became pregnant, during which time Thomas developed a "possibly unhealthy interest" in his wife's stepdaughter, the Princess Elizabeth. Catherine died from complications of childbirth and Thomas Seymour was beheaded for treason less than a year later.
As we made our way to the palace restaurant for lunch, we passed under the the gatehouse the astronomical clock sits atop, known today as Anne Boleyn's Gateway. Work was still underway on Anne Boleyn's apartments above the gate when the King, having tired of her, had her executed.
Before coming to London, we had given the kids a very brief history lesson on Henry and his wives. They learned the mnemonic for the fates of Henry's wives: "divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived" (Katherine of Aragon, Anne Boleyn, Jane Seymour, Anne of Cleves, Catherine Howard, Catherine Parr). It is not wholly accurate. Firstly, Henry was never divorced from any of his wives; rather, his marriages to them were annulled by the Church of England. Secondly, four marriages — not two — ended in annulments. The marriages to Anne Boleyn and Catherine Howard were annulled shortly before their executions and, although her marriage to Henry was annulled, German-born Anne of Cleves survived him, as did Catherine Parr.
While attending mass in the palace chapel here at Hampton Court, King Henry was informed of his fifth wife's adultery. The Queen, Catherine Howard, was dragged away, screaming, from a gallery leading to the chapel. Her ghost is said to haunt it.
Speaking of Henry, we kept getting glimpses of him throughout our tour. Here, he was was posing for pictures with school groups. We would miss other events of the day, such as seeing Henry celebrating his last hours as a single man, helping his wife to choose her wedding dress and congratulating the bride and groom after their wedding.
At this point in his life, Henry was unhealthy and had to be moved about with the help of mechanical inventions. His large size dates from a jousting accident in 1536 in which he suffered a leg wound. This prevented him from exercising and gradually became ulcerated. It undoubtedly hastened his death at the age of 55.
We walked past the royal tennis court Henry had built and where he often played.
It is still home to an active real tennis club
After lunch, we successfully navigated the palace's maze.
Walking along the Fountain Garden, one of the many palace gardens
Swan bums are funny!
In 1689, England had two new joint monarchs, Dutch-born William of Orange and his wife, Queen Mary II. In comparison to French court standards (i.e. Versailles), Hampton Court seemed old fashioned. Within months of their accession, William and Mary embarked on a massive rebuilding project at Hampton Court. They employed the country's most eminent architect, Sir Christopher Wren. Wren's original plan was to demolish the entire Tudor palace, except for the Great Hall. Neither the time nor the money proved available for this ambitious undertaking.
Wren had to be content with rebuilding new state apartments and private rooms, one set for the King and one for the Queen. Here you see the Queen's Apartments.
The swans seemed annoyed we didn't have any scraps to throw their way.
We did a kids' audio tour of William's apartments and learned about how so many of the king's rooms, such as the royal bedroom, were never used by the king. They were on display to the public. His private rooms, the ones he actually used, were upstairs. William had asthma, so he had the lower floor built with low ceilings so he would not have to climb so many stairs to get to his private rooms. And one of the more interesting William facts: He really did love his wife Mary.
Leaving Hampton Court with the feeling that we saw only a very small percentage of it. It deserves a return visit, where one could take adult audio guide tours and have time to explore the renowned kitchens and Chapel Royal. Yes, one really needs to make another visit.
Welsch Dragon
Heraldic beasts lining the entrance to the Tudor section of Hampton Court
Hampton Court Palace is a royal palace in the London Borough of Richmond upon Thames. It has not been lived in by the British royal family since the 18th century. Today, the palace is open to the public, and is a major tourist attraction. It is cared for by an independent charity, Historic Royal Palaces which receives no funding from the Government or the Crown.
Cardinal Thomas Wolsey, a favorite of King Henry VIII, took over the site of Hampton Court Palace in 1514. Over the following seven years, Wolsey spent lavishly to build the finest palace in England at Hampton Court.
The first courtyard, the Base Court, contained forty-four lodgings reserved for guests, each with an outer room, an inner room and a lavatory. A guest of the cardinal would bring a large entourage and many servants.
The second court, Clock Court, contained the very best rooms. Wolsey added new sumptuous private chambers for his own use, as well as three suites for the new royal family: one each for King Henry VIII, Queen Katherine of Aragon and their daughter Princess Mary.
Clock Court. Henry VIII stayed in the state apartments as Wolsey's guest immediately after their completion in 1525. At this time, Hampton Court was more magnificent than the King's own palace, the Palace of Whitehall. The fact did not escape the King's notice.
Wolsey was only to enjoy his palace for a few years. In 1528, unable to secure an annulment from the Pope for King Henry and knowing that his enemies and the King were engineering his downfall, Wolsey passed the palace to the King as a gift. The following year, Wolsey was accused of treason and en route to London fell ill and died.
An early example of a post-Copernican astronomical clock. Still functioning, the clock shows the time of day, the phases of the moon, the month, the quarter of the year, the date, the sun and star sign, and high water at London Bridge. The latter information was of great importance to those visiting this Thames-side palace from London, as the preferred method of transport at the time was by barge, and at low water London Bridge created dangerous rapids.
Within six months of coming into ownership, the King began his own rebuilding and expansion. Henry VIII's court consisted of over one thousand people, while the King owned over sixty houses and palaces. Few of these were large enough to hold the assembled court, and Henry's plan was to transform Hampton Court to a principal residence which could accommodate the court. By the way, servants would often sleep in the corridors.
All around London, we have seen groups of school children looking so charming in their school uniforms.
The palace is massive and offered many different tours, including several audio guides. We selected a children's audio guide to Henry VIII's apartments.
Henry added the Great Hall, the last medieval great hall built for the English monarchy. The room is spanned by a large and sumptuously decorated hammer-beam roof and its walls are hung with Henry VIII’s most splendid tapestries, The Story of Abraham.
A lady of the court answering school children's questions about life at court.
Henry used Hampton Court to impress. Most famously in August 1546 Henry feasted and fêted the French ambassador and his entourage of two hundred gentlemen – as well as 1,300 members of his own court – for six days. An encampment of gold and velvet tents surrounded the palace for the occasion.
After the execution of Anne Boleyn, Henry's second wife, he had all traces of her removed from Hampton Court. Our audio guide pointed out a last remnant of Anne that was missed by workers. Here on the wood panels of the Great Hall, you can still see a small H for Henry and A for Anne.
Henry stained glass window in the Great Watching Chamber, just off the Great Hall. The room takes its name from the royal bodyguards who were stationed here to control access to the King.
In one hallway was this famous and very interesting family portrait.
In the center is Henry with his son Edward VI and Edward's mother and Henry's third wife, Jane Seymour. Edward became king when he was 9 years old and died at only 15. It is interesting to note the inaccuracies of this portrait. Firstly, Jane died just two weeks after giving birth to Edward. Plus, this portrait was painted while the king was married to his sixth wife, Catherine Parr.
On the left side of the painting, farthest away from Henry, is Mother Jak, Edward's wet nurse. The aristocracy, nobility or upper classes had their children wet-nursed, in the hope of becoming pregnant again quickly to ensure an heir, most especially if the infant was the first born, or if the first born was female. It was also common, among many classes, when the mother died in childbirth.
Then, a step closer to the king, but still separate from him, is his first child Mary with his first wife, Katherine of Aragon. When Henry married his second wife, Anne Boleyn, Mary was declared illegitimate and when her half-sister Elizabeth was born, her place in the line of succession transferred to her half-sister. Mary was was expelled from Court and she was sent to serve as a lady-in-waiting to little Elizabeth. Perhaps most painful, however, was Henry forbidding Mary to see her mother, even as Katherine lay dying years later, pleading to see her daughter. Mary would go on to become queen after her half-brother died, but will forever be best known as "Bloody Mary" for her brutal persecution of English Protestants.
On the far right side of the painting is Will Sommers, Henry's best-known court jester. In the King's later years, when he was troubled by a painful leg condition, it was said that only Sommers could lift his spirits. The jester was also a man of integrity and discretion; he sometimes drew the King's attention to extravagance and waste within the royal household by means of a joke.
One step closer to Henry is his second daughter, Elizabeth, by his second wife, Anne Boleyn. She was also declared illegitimate but would come to throne after the death of Mary, her half-sister. After the short reigns of Elizabeth's brother and sister, the Virgin Queen's 44 years on the throne provided welcome stability for the kingdom and helped forge a sense of national identity.
All throughout the day, there were activities celebrating Henry VIII's marriage to his sixth wife, Catherine Parr.
In the Clock Court, we met Thomas Seymour. He began talking to a large gathering of people, but then focused on me and said coldly, "Mistress, you are looking at me through a strange telescope-like contraption." It took me a few seconds to realize he was letting me know that I wasn't allowed to videotape him. I lowered my camcorder and shut it off with a red face. Nowhere did it say we weren't allowed to videotape (we were everywhere else), but it was still embarrassing.
Seymour identified himself as a member of Henry's court and the brother of Henry's third wife, Jane Seymour. He gestured over his head to indicate the rooms where Jane had given birth to a son, and then died two weeks later of complications. But what Thomas was most interested in telling us was of his secret love who was to marry another today. He would not identify this mystery lady but felt sure she must return his love, as she has gazed in his direction many times with a certain look in her eyes.
At one point, he questioned Micaela, asking her if when it came time to marry, since at the age of 13, she was eligible, "Will you do your duty to your family and marry the man your family chooses for you, or will you foolishly follow your heart and marry for love?" There was a long pause, and then Micaela answered hesitantly, "For.....love?" Seymour gave David and me his condolences on having such a head strong daughter who would be sure to bring us pain by not doing her duty to us.
A small window above us was opened and his true love's sister appeared at the window. She did not seem pleased to see Seymour, but agreed to meet him in the Great Hall. We all returned to the Great Hall where Thomas gave the sister a box and asked her to present it to the bride.
In the Great Watching Chamber, we finally meet the bride. It is none other than Henry's intended, Catherine Parr. She is not over-the-moon about marrying the king, but knows she must do her duty to her family and the country. And then face-to-face with his beloved, Thomas Seymour cannot bring himself to declare his love for her and instead wishes her well on her wedding day.
Note: Thomas and Catherine eventually did marry not long after Henry's death, but it was not a happy ending. Catherine, who had already been married three times but had no children, soon became pregnant, during which time Thomas developed a "possibly unhealthy interest" in his wife's stepdaughter, the Princess Elizabeth. Catherine died from complications of childbirth and Thomas Seymour was beheaded for treason less than a year later.
As we made our way to the palace restaurant for lunch, we passed under the the gatehouse the astronomical clock sits atop, known today as Anne Boleyn's Gateway. Work was still underway on Anne Boleyn's apartments above the gate when the King, having tired of her, had her executed.
Before coming to London, we had given the kids a very brief history lesson on Henry and his wives. They learned the mnemonic for the fates of Henry's wives: "divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived" (Katherine of Aragon, Anne Boleyn, Jane Seymour, Anne of Cleves, Catherine Howard, Catherine Parr). It is not wholly accurate. Firstly, Henry was never divorced from any of his wives; rather, his marriages to them were annulled by the Church of England. Secondly, four marriages — not two — ended in annulments. The marriages to Anne Boleyn and Catherine Howard were annulled shortly before their executions and, although her marriage to Henry was annulled, German-born Anne of Cleves survived him, as did Catherine Parr.
While attending mass in the palace chapel here at Hampton Court, King Henry was informed of his fifth wife's adultery. The Queen, Catherine Howard, was dragged away, screaming, from a gallery leading to the chapel. Her ghost is said to haunt it.
Speaking of Henry, we kept getting glimpses of him throughout our tour. Here, he was was posing for pictures with school groups. We would miss other events of the day, such as seeing Henry celebrating his last hours as a single man, helping his wife to choose her wedding dress and congratulating the bride and groom after their wedding.
At this point in his life, Henry was unhealthy and had to be moved about with the help of mechanical inventions. His large size dates from a jousting accident in 1536 in which he suffered a leg wound. This prevented him from exercising and gradually became ulcerated. It undoubtedly hastened his death at the age of 55.
We walked past the royal tennis court Henry had built and where he often played.
It is still home to an active real tennis club
After lunch, we successfully navigated the palace's maze.
Walking along the Fountain Garden, one of the many palace gardens
Swan bums are funny!
In 1689, England had two new joint monarchs, Dutch-born William of Orange and his wife, Queen Mary II. In comparison to French court standards (i.e. Versailles), Hampton Court seemed old fashioned. Within months of their accession, William and Mary embarked on a massive rebuilding project at Hampton Court. They employed the country's most eminent architect, Sir Christopher Wren. Wren's original plan was to demolish the entire Tudor palace, except for the Great Hall. Neither the time nor the money proved available for this ambitious undertaking.
Wren had to be content with rebuilding new state apartments and private rooms, one set for the King and one for the Queen. Here you see the Queen's Apartments.
The swans seemed annoyed we didn't have any scraps to throw their way.
We did a kids' audio tour of William's apartments and learned about how so many of the king's rooms, such as the royal bedroom, were never used by the king. They were on display to the public. His private rooms, the ones he actually used, were upstairs. William had asthma, so he had the lower floor built with low ceilings so he would not have to climb so many stairs to get to his private rooms. And one of the more interesting William facts: He really did love his wife Mary.
Leaving Hampton Court with the feeling that we saw only a very small percentage of it. It deserves a return visit, where one could take adult audio guide tours and have time to explore the renowned kitchens and Chapel Royal. Yes, one really needs to make another visit.
Welsch Dragon
Heraldic beasts lining the entrance to the Tudor section of Hampton Court
Thursday, October 15, 2009
London Day Four: Mamma Mia!
We knew, while planning our London trip, that seeing a musical was going to be a must-do. The questions was which one to see. We had our pick: Hairspray, Les Misérables, Jersey Boys, Phantom of the Opera, Billy Elliot, The Lion King, Sister Act, Wicked, to name just a few. The one we would pick had to appeal to the kids.
We had already seen a short version of The Lion King at Disneyland Paris, so we eliminated that one. I wanted to see Mamma Mia!, but an English-language version was coming to Frankfurt early next year, so we could always see it then. Why not Oliver!? James was familiar with a few of the songs from musical class at school, and so we rented the film to get a feel for it. The kids loved it, David and I liked it, but we both came to the same conclusion. Everyone would love Mamma Mia!. I had to promise James that at some point in his lifetime, he would get to see Oliver!. We would save money, too, by not seeing the show when it came to Frankfurt.
Ordering tickets was an interesting experience. We could be either way in the back or off to the sides for the price range I was planning on, or for 10 extra pounds, we could be near the front. Third row center seats were the best available, but I was worried we would be too close to the stage, looking at the performers ankles the whole time. The patient man taking my order assured me that these were "excellent seats, my dear." And so we were to be three rows back from the stage.
We ate dinner, got Emilie and Rebecca settled in with the lovely babysitter our landlady had arranged for us and it was back to the city. We were getting to know the public transportation system pretty well.
Picadilly Circus was our Tube stop.
The very touristy area of Picadilly Circus. We wandered around looking for the theatre for a while, but finally found it.
The Prince of Wales Theatre
James and Grandma getting in line. Once in our seats, I looked around and did a sigh of relief. The stage wasn't too high for us, and there was a bit of a dip in the floor behind us. The three or four rows of seats right behind ours were actually lower than our seats. It was good I hadn't asked for seats farther away.
Where was the orchestra? I had thought that maybe the music was pre-recorded as we could see no orchestra pit. But lo! There was the conductor in front of us and the orchestra was under the stage, hidden from view, though we could see some of the players on the conductor's monitor.
There was a short overture and you could feel the energy in the room. People were already clapping along and a gregarious group to our right was already singing along.
The show was fantastic. As great as dramatic shows that make you cry are, like Les Misérables, you sometimes just have to have a show where you're smiling the whole way through.
Donna was fantastic. She was a great singer, but also a great actress. In the touching scene Slipping Through My Fingers where she helps her daughter Sophie get dressed for her wedding, Donna had real tears running down her cheeks.
Our seats were close enough to see that Donna was sweating a bit at the beginning of the show, close enough to see where the flesh-colored microphones were attached to the sides of the performer's faces, and close enough to see spittle shooting out of people's mouths.
Does Your Mother Know that you're hitting on an older women?
Voulez-Vous have a snack? Right after this song it was intermission. The British have the wonderful tradition of eating ice cream during intermissions of play and musicals. And they make it so easy! Several barrels of little Häagen-Dazs ice cream cups were brought into the theatre right to the end of the rows of seats. No waiting in a long lines and you could enjoy your creamy refreshment in your seat. Very smart, these British people.
The orchestra's sudden loud blast of music at the beginning of a short musical interlude made everyone shriek, then laugh, and finally scramble back into their seats.
The nightmare sequence Under Attack was left out of the film version. In this version, Sam the architect was Scottish, Harry the banker was English, and Bill the adventurer was Australian.
And it was surprising to see that there were plenty of people on stage who had more than a little bit of extra meat on their bones. Would we have seen that on Broadway, I wonder?
Dancing Queen
During the encore, plenty of people were standing up, singing, clapping and dancing along, except for in our section. Well, somebody had to be first! I stood up and then everyone around me followed suit.
We all agreed there are worse ways to spend an evening. And we may just see it again in Frankfurt after all.
Another view of Picadilly Circus
We had already seen a short version of The Lion King at Disneyland Paris, so we eliminated that one. I wanted to see Mamma Mia!, but an English-language version was coming to Frankfurt early next year, so we could always see it then. Why not Oliver!? James was familiar with a few of the songs from musical class at school, and so we rented the film to get a feel for it. The kids loved it, David and I liked it, but we both came to the same conclusion. Everyone would love Mamma Mia!. I had to promise James that at some point in his lifetime, he would get to see Oliver!. We would save money, too, by not seeing the show when it came to Frankfurt.
Ordering tickets was an interesting experience. We could be either way in the back or off to the sides for the price range I was planning on, or for 10 extra pounds, we could be near the front. Third row center seats were the best available, but I was worried we would be too close to the stage, looking at the performers ankles the whole time. The patient man taking my order assured me that these were "excellent seats, my dear." And so we were to be three rows back from the stage.
We ate dinner, got Emilie and Rebecca settled in with the lovely babysitter our landlady had arranged for us and it was back to the city. We were getting to know the public transportation system pretty well.
Picadilly Circus was our Tube stop.
The very touristy area of Picadilly Circus. We wandered around looking for the theatre for a while, but finally found it.
The Prince of Wales Theatre
James and Grandma getting in line. Once in our seats, I looked around and did a sigh of relief. The stage wasn't too high for us, and there was a bit of a dip in the floor behind us. The three or four rows of seats right behind ours were actually lower than our seats. It was good I hadn't asked for seats farther away.
Where was the orchestra? I had thought that maybe the music was pre-recorded as we could see no orchestra pit. But lo! There was the conductor in front of us and the orchestra was under the stage, hidden from view, though we could see some of the players on the conductor's monitor.
There was a short overture and you could feel the energy in the room. People were already clapping along and a gregarious group to our right was already singing along.
The show was fantastic. As great as dramatic shows that make you cry are, like Les Misérables, you sometimes just have to have a show where you're smiling the whole way through.
Donna was fantastic. She was a great singer, but also a great actress. In the touching scene Slipping Through My Fingers where she helps her daughter Sophie get dressed for her wedding, Donna had real tears running down her cheeks.
Our seats were close enough to see that Donna was sweating a bit at the beginning of the show, close enough to see where the flesh-colored microphones were attached to the sides of the performer's faces, and close enough to see spittle shooting out of people's mouths.
Does Your Mother Know that you're hitting on an older women?
Voulez-Vous have a snack? Right after this song it was intermission. The British have the wonderful tradition of eating ice cream during intermissions of play and musicals. And they make it so easy! Several barrels of little Häagen-Dazs ice cream cups were brought into the theatre right to the end of the rows of seats. No waiting in a long lines and you could enjoy your creamy refreshment in your seat. Very smart, these British people.
The orchestra's sudden loud blast of music at the beginning of a short musical interlude made everyone shriek, then laugh, and finally scramble back into their seats.
The nightmare sequence Under Attack was left out of the film version. In this version, Sam the architect was Scottish, Harry the banker was English, and Bill the adventurer was Australian.
And it was surprising to see that there were plenty of people on stage who had more than a little bit of extra meat on their bones. Would we have seen that on Broadway, I wonder?
Dancing Queen
During the encore, plenty of people were standing up, singing, clapping and dancing along, except for in our section. Well, somebody had to be first! I stood up and then everyone around me followed suit.
We all agreed there are worse ways to spend an evening. And we may just see it again in Frankfurt after all.
Another view of Picadilly Circus
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