This has nothing to do with my family history, just for the record. However, a friend recently reminded me about this blog, and it bears reading for any lover of medieval culture with a funny bone.
A recent entry about Star Wars just killed me so I thought I’d post a snippet here for your enjoyment. Among other things, he writes a verse about several characters who meet on a pilgrimage. Here is the first part of that verse from “A Long Time Agoon in a Shire Far Away”:
NOTES OF CHARACTER SKECCHES FROM THE GENERALE PROLOGE OF
THE PILGRIMES IN THE STERRES
Ther was a SMUGGELERE, and he the beste,
Wyth gowne of whit and snazzye litel veste.
He hadde a shippe that was a noble vessel
For in twelf parsekkes it had yronne the Qessel;
At customes houses nevir did he pause –
For resoned he ther was but litel cause:
To paye a tax or impost made hym wood,
And I seyde his opinioun was good:
Why sholde hys labour fatten up the paunches
Of bureaucrates that sitte upon their haunches
And tak their paye from honest merchauntes werke?
This good man kepte the officiales in the derke
And oft he wolde in his shippes floore hyde.
From oon ende of the sterres to the other syde,
He hadde yflowne, and seene many a wondere,
And yet he hadde no feare of Goddes thondere.
He seyde hys destinee was hys to make
Wyth blastere or wyth sleight or wyth wisecrake.
Of goold and eek of love he had a thirste,
In altercaciouns he ay shot firste.
(sigh) This made my heart happy. ❤ Seriously, go read it. And check out his Twitter account too, because it's a scream.