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The last will and testament of Dame Helen Branch (1593)

It has taken me far too long, and I really can’t complain about the writing, but I have now finally completed the transcription of the will of my amazing dame, who died the year following the making of this will, at the age of 90.

I’ve put the full transcript below the fold, since in detail it isn’t exactly gripping reading. Any of my early modernist readers who feel like taking a shot at the italicised words (which I can’t identify fully) would be most welcome to do so; also I’d greatly welcome any general thoughts on the contents.

I think Dame Helen broadly fits into the “godly” mould – in fact an expert was telling me her second husband certainly did, but the will seems to me quite light on that sort of rhetoric. (Although of course that might in part be the influence of the scribe.)

Generally the form is pretty standard, but there are a couple of places where I think the words and character of Dame Branch come through – in the preamble when she humbly gives god thanks for being in “perfecte memory” (at the age of 89!) and in the careful listing of all of the jails and hospitals to which money was to go. Also perhaps the way it rambles a little – an old lady just thinking her thoughts out loud, rather than starting at the biggest bequest and working her way down the list.

Her executor is her brother’s son Robert Nicholson (which I already knew), although I didn’t know the brother Beniamyne (possibly Robert’s father – got to chase that) was still alive. He presumably must be also a pretty significant age – some good genes in there, although the fact that Robert got all the work suggests he’s fully “retired”. (All the father gets is a black gown, presumably to attend the funeral.)

One thing that strikes me about the will is how broad Dame Helen’s social circle still is, even at her great age. There are godchildren being left gold rings, lots of neighbours and widows (presumably friends) – although unfortunately many of them have common names, which is going to make them hard to track down.

Interesting too that she wants to be buried as near as possible to her first husband (Mynors), not her second – and that neither husband’s family has an obvious role in her life (although no way of knowing at the moment if there are female relatives from them along the line – at present I know nothing at the Wismans/Wisemans, or the Hide/Hydes or which side cosen Thomas Smyth comes from. Why did he have to have such a common name?!)

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Trip to Reading on the cards

From next Tuesday at the Museum of English Rural Life in Reading, Berkshire: Action Women: The Real Story Behind the Women’s Institutes.

“A main thrust is to show the range of activities that the WI and its members have undertaken over the years,” says Fiona Moorhead, of the Women’s Library, which is curating the exhibition. “It will be arranged along themes ranging from how, in the early years, the WI helped rural women who were isolated, to recent campaigns such as chemicals in food. The exhibition is about getting across how dynamic these women are.”

Serious and lighthearted science

A report today identifies two colonies of chimpanzees in a corner of Cameroon as the source of the HIV pandemic, suggesting that are the reservoir of the apparently harmless SIV virus that mutated when a hunter came in contact with chimpanzee blood. What’s particularly interesting is the timeframe:

Researchers believe the virus infected humans some time before the 1930s and was gradually spread by river travel. All of the rivers in Cameroon run into the Sangha, which joins the Congo river running past Kinshasa.

Trade along the routes could have spread the virus, which slowly built up in the human population….

The first clearly identified case of Aids reported in the United States was in 1981, though it seems an African American teenager died of it in St Louis in 1969.

Which does make you wonder how many other such viruses are building up out there. We sometimes think in the West that “modern medicine” understands everything, but as a the victim of a very nasty bug caught in India – variously diagnosed as chickenpox, typhus and “mystery tropical illness”, this last I’m sure the most accurate – I’ve was disabused of that myth.

Turning to more cheerful matters: the great riddle is answered – the egg came first.

Professor John Brookfield, a specialist in evolutionary genetics at the University of Nottingham, who was put to work on the dilemma, said that the pecking order was perfectly clear: the living organism inside the eggshell would have the same DNA as the chicken that it would become.

“Therefore, the first living thing which we could say unequivocally was a member of the species would be this first egg,” he said. “So I would conclude that the egg came first.”

Seems conclusive to me; an “almost-chicken” produced a chicken.

Somehow, though, I don’t think that will stop the debate, particularly in the pub around about closing time…

The joys of the English language

From this week’s Camden New Journal: “A-list versus B-list in battle of the celebrity-haunt pub”.

The pub might indeed be the haunt of celebrities, but it is not a phrase that turns around very well. Chris Evans in a white sheet anyone? (Not a bad idea, come to think of it.)

Playing with the Oxford reference collection, it came up with this quotation from Tennyson, however, which does seem appropriate:

I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.

(From “The Brook” 1855)

A skill required of royalty and politicians

Lying quickly and invisibly …

My 19th-century blogger Miss Frances Williams Wynn is today reporting on Jerome, King of Westphalia, who receives a letter of rebuke from his older brother, Napoleon, about the state of his army, but reads it out as though it is praise.

You’re in an elite minority

… but it is getting to be a rather large minority. The statistics are a little confused, but a report on one of the Daily Telegraph blogs (and who’d have thought I’d be writing that a year ago?) says “16 million people in Europe’s five biggest countries are regular blog readers. Of those, almost four million have created a blog or posted on one.”

The report also quotes a figure of 10 per cent of Europeans reading blogs. When you think about all of the language issues (are there many blogs in say Latvian? probably not a huge number I’d expect), then that is a huge figure. And 25 per cent of them actually participating is astonishing.

Perhaps it is not such a surprise that the Telegraph’s web front page (a nicely uncluttered design) gives about 10 per cent of the space to its blogs. (For non-UK readers, the Telegraph is traditionally the paper of “disgruntled of Tunbridge Wells”, the small “c” conservative, “Middle England”, change-resistant suburbanites of “a certain age” and above.)