30 May 2006, Comments Off on Mopping and Laughing

Mopping and Laughing

Author: Helen

Which of Henry VIII’s wives are you?
this quiz was made by Lori Fury

Congratulations! You are Katherine Parr.
Katherine Parr spent nearly her whole life married to crotchety old men: Henry was the THIRD old fart she was forced to marry. Is it any wonder she turned to books and religion to occupy her time?

Katherine wasn’t just smart, she was a tiny bit uppity, too: she almost got herself thrown in jail for arguing with His Royal Fatness about some theological issues. After Henry croaked, Katherine dropped the prim and proper act and married Thomas Seymour, a handsome, dashing pirate kind of guy who was also as dumb as a post.

Which goes to show you that even bookworms know how to get it on.

(Via Pavlov’s Cat)

Parr was a survivor, too. The survivor. I remember an old poem from my childhood, by Eleanor Farjeon:

(mumble mumble)…Katherine Parr,
Sixth and last and luckiest far,
for this time it was Henry who
Hopped the twig, and a good job too.

Googling for Eleanor Farjeon, I came across this:

“It’s all very well,” said Gypsy,” for us to be lighthearted in our own lives, and even in the comparatively grave matter of earning our living; but as well that we must remember that the world is full of crying evils . . .”
“What do the evils cry for?” asked Ginger.
“Reform,” said Gypsy.
“Then let’s reform them,” said Ginger. “But we needn’t cry along with them, need we? . . .”
“No,” he said . . . “It’s no use crying over spilt evils. It’s better to mop them up laughing.”

That’s a good thing to remember.

And while we’re on literary things: go and read Sarsaparilla, Laura of Sills Bend’s new group blog. I don’t know How She Does it…

Comments (0)

  • L. says:

    I knew it! I just knew it! I`m the Flanders Mare!

    I`m Anna of Cleves: Sensible, comfort-loving and practical. Not afraid to wear ugly shoes on a date.

    “Anna of Cleves got the royal shaft. She came all the way to England to become the fourth wife of Henry VIII. Once married to Anna, he refused to consummate the marriage, and called her the “Flanders Mare”. Talk about a burn, considering that by this time, Henry was the fattest man in England and had a rotting syphilis sore on his leg. Anna was miffed, but she was too sensible to let it ruin her fun. She was given an annulment and a fat yearly allowance, and she threw extravagant parties and dined on delicacies for the rest of her life.”

    (I share a birthday with Anne Boleyn, so I`ve always had a soft spot for her, even though she was a bit slutty.)

  • kate says:

    Anna of Cleaves was pretty lucky, what with missing out on catching the (then untreatable) syphillis! She got the cash & good food without the bother of actually having to stay married to the ogre.

    Yes, I was Anna of Cleaves too.

  • Helen says:

    I managed to google the whole Henry VIII poem by Eleanor and Herbert Farjeon.

    Bluff King Hal was full of beans;
    He married half a dozen queens;
    For three called Kate they cried the banns,
    And one called Jane, and a couple of Annes.

    The first he asked to share his reign
    Was Kate of Aragon, straight from Spain —
    But when his love for her was spent,
    He got a divorce, and out she went.

    Anne Boleyn was his second wife;
    He swore to cherish her all his life —
    But seeing a third he wished instead,
    He chopped off poor Anne Boleyn’s head.

    He married the next afternoon
    Jane Seymour, which was rather soon —
    But after one year as his bride
    She crept into her bed and died.

    Anne of Cleves was Number Four;
    Her portrait thrilled him to the core —
    But when he met her face to face
    Another royal divorce took place.

    Catherine Howard, Number Five,
    Billed and cooed to keep alive —
    But one day Henry felt depressed;
    The executioner did the rest.

    Sixth and last came Catherine Parr,
    Sixth and last and luckiest far —
    For this time it was Henry who
    Hopped the twig, and a good job too.

    (courtesy of Eleanor & Herbert Farjeon)

  • blue says:

    I was Catherine Parr too 🙂

    I’ve not heard this poem before – I quite like it.

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