Leeds: Thursday, and everything after
Jul. 26th, 2009 06:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aryanhwyI forgot to give the book haul for Wednesday -- A Baronial Household of the Thirteenth Century, by Margaret Wade Labarge, which looks like a lot of fun, and Western Society and the Church in the Middle Ages, by R.W. Southern.
I skipped the first session Thursday morning so that I could get my books boxed up for shipping home, catch up on my email, and visit the booksellers for one last round (the final day is when you get great bargains on display copies. I got The Book of Sent Sovi: Medieval Recipes from Catalonia for only 12 pounds). So that leaves with with notes from just one session:
The fitzAlan Stewards: a Frontier Family at Dol, Shropshire, and Renfrewshire, Melissa Pollock:
The Beginnings of a Marcher Society: South-East Scotland under English Occupation and Scottish Re-Conquest, 1296-1328, Jonathan Gledhill
Dubbing Knights in the 13th-Century March of Wales, Max Lieberman
Yeah, you can tell I was reaching the end of my attention spam.
After that session ended I picked up my packed lunch, got my bags, dropped of my key, and got the next shuttle bus to the train station, where I then spent the afternoon en route to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mbroidress's place near Ely. At the train station in Peterborough I missed the final stair coming down to the platform and had a pretty spectacular fall right onto my knee; I wasn't hurt seriously but the gory bruise only finally started fading a day or so ago. At Trin's place she made pizza and we hung out in the livingroom and geeked out on scribal stuff. I'd done a bunch of invitations for the queen to invite other queens to tea at Pennsic, and Trin and I spiffed them up with some penwork. Here's an example, and all of them are at here:
Frustratingly, I found out about a week later that we'd been given the wrong date when we were given the invitation text. It's actually the 5th, not the 3rd. *grrr*.
Friday morning she dropped me off at the train station in Ely and I spent the morning and early afternoon getting to Luton airport, where I flew to Hamburg, and then was supposed to have a direct train to Cuxhaven. About an hour into the trip, we suddenly stopped at a small station in the middle of nowhere, everyone disembarked, and we were put on a bus. The bus took the same route (essentially) as the train, but took about 50 minutes longer, so when I did finally get into Cuxhaven I had no idea what to expect in terms of getting picked up. Luckily, I only waited about 10 minutes before one of the incoming cars disgorged a guy in garb, which is always a good identificatory mark. It turns out that he hadn't been the one originally planned to pick me up, but the original person's car broke down, so he got in nearly 45 minutes late, didn't see me, took a spin around the block, and there I was when he got back. So everything turned out OK.
It was lovely to arrive at the event, I walked up to the main building and was suddenly surrounded by friends saying "Oh, there you are!" I think that this event was first one I've been to where I feel like I know well more than half of the attendees, and know most of the other ones at least by name. It was a wonderful weekend -- plenty of games and dancing and fun and whisky and excellent food, and it was such a pleasure to witness Giano's laureling; he's the first person that I know well that I have been present at the elevation. I've had plenty of good friends get made peers, e.g., after I moved from Northshield, and I've been present at the elevation of many people that I know moderately well, but never for such a good friend before. It was my honor to be his banner bearer and his herald escorting him in to court.
Uneventful trip home on Sunday, though the train was about half an hour late by the time we got into Amsterdam. Still, was home early enough to start supper and have a nice long pizza & sci fi evening with Joel.
I skipped the first session Thursday morning so that I could get my books boxed up for shipping home, catch up on my email, and visit the booksellers for one last round (the final day is when you get great bargains on display copies. I got The Book of Sent Sovi: Medieval Recipes from Catalonia for only 12 pounds). So that leaves with with notes from just one session:
The fitzAlan Stewards: a Frontier Family at Dol, Shropshire, and Renfrewshire, Melissa Pollock:
The Dol family did not come from Brittany to England until after the Conquest. Dol: significant contact place between Scots and Bretons.
Argument: The Alain who was dapifer of Dol was the son, not the brother, of Flaald (d.c.1086).
The Beginnings of a Marcher Society: South-East Scotland under English Occupation and Scottish Re-Conquest, 1296-1328, Jonathan Gledhill
1290s: Comital family of Dunbar came to call themselves the Earls of March. "March" here is a legal term, not a geographic one. Marcher society in Scotland at the end of the 13th C: in Berwickshire and around Edinburgh, esp. in Mid and East Lothian.
Raglan Roll, 1296: a record of raglans, or indentures. Most comprehensive list of landholders in Scotland in the Middle Ages. Between 1500 and 1750 individuals. 504 had lands in Berwick and Edinburghshire.
Dubbing Knights in the 13th-Century March of Wales, Max Lieberman
Knighthood not very common in native Wales before the entrance of the English. Few cases of Welshmen being dubbed as knights.
Marcher knight tenants owed their loyalty to the marcher lords, not to the king of England.
Was Welsh knighthood in a distinctively archaic form in Wales in the 13th C? Tenured-based military service/lordship. In England at the time, it was more administrative than purely military.
Yeah, you can tell I was reaching the end of my attention spam.
After that session ended I picked up my packed lunch, got my bags, dropped of my key, and got the next shuttle bus to the train station, where I then spent the afternoon en route to
mbroidress's place near Ely. At the train station in Peterborough I missed the final stair coming down to the platform and had a pretty spectacular fall right onto my knee; I wasn't hurt seriously but the gory bruise only finally started fading a day or so ago. At Trin's place she made pizza and we hung out in the livingroom and geeked out on scribal stuff. I'd done a bunch of invitations for the queen to invite other queens to tea at Pennsic, and Trin and I spiffed them up with some penwork. Here's an example, and all of them are at here:Frustratingly, I found out about a week later that we'd been given the wrong date when we were given the invitation text. It's actually the 5th, not the 3rd. *grrr*.
Friday morning she dropped me off at the train station in Ely and I spent the morning and early afternoon getting to Luton airport, where I flew to Hamburg, and then was supposed to have a direct train to Cuxhaven. About an hour into the trip, we suddenly stopped at a small station in the middle of nowhere, everyone disembarked, and we were put on a bus. The bus took the same route (essentially) as the train, but took about 50 minutes longer, so when I did finally get into Cuxhaven I had no idea what to expect in terms of getting picked up. Luckily, I only waited about 10 minutes before one of the incoming cars disgorged a guy in garb, which is always a good identificatory mark. It turns out that he hadn't been the one originally planned to pick me up, but the original person's car broke down, so he got in nearly 45 minutes late, didn't see me, took a spin around the block, and there I was when he got back. So everything turned out OK.
It was lovely to arrive at the event, I walked up to the main building and was suddenly surrounded by friends saying "Oh, there you are!" I think that this event was first one I've been to where I feel like I know well more than half of the attendees, and know most of the other ones at least by name. It was a wonderful weekend -- plenty of games and dancing and fun and whisky and excellent food, and it was such a pleasure to witness Giano's laureling; he's the first person that I know well that I have been present at the elevation. I've had plenty of good friends get made peers, e.g., after I moved from Northshield, and I've been present at the elevation of many people that I know moderately well, but never for such a good friend before. It was my honor to be his banner bearer and his herald escorting him in to court.
Uneventful trip home on Sunday, though the train was about half an hour late by the time we got into Amsterdam. Still, was home early enough to start supper and have a nice long pizza & sci fi evening with Joel.
