by Roseanna White | Jan 7, 2013 | Word of the Week
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| A Wet Sunday Morning by Edmund Blair Leighton, 1896 |
Wow, it feels like forever since I’ve done one of these! LOL. Ah, the holidays. =) But the Twelve Days and Epiphany are over, my tree is down, and it’s back to the grindstone completely this week.
One of the words I’ve had to look up in the last couple weeks and surprised me is slosh. I believe I looked it up when someone in a historical referred to someone as sloshed. A few clickety-clacks and I verified that this was a colloquialism for “drunk” by 1900, so was no problem in this particular book. But what surprised me was that slosh as a verb meaning “to splash about” didn’t come about until 1844. (I have a feeling I may have misused that in a book somewhere…) And the verb meaning “to pour carelessly” didn’t follow until 1875. Who knew they were so new?
So the adjective meaning “drunk” came from the verb, and the verb came from the noun form, which made its appearance in 1814 meaning “slush, sludge.” Which is funny, because that’s the form least-used now, methinks.
And there was have it. Not until the 1800s did this word come in to play at all, and not until 75 years after the noun did the adjective transform from the verb, so that you can say lovely things like “Only when sloshed would he slosh through the slosh.” 😉
by Roseanna White | Jan 3, 2013 | Thoughtful Thursdays, Uncategorized
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| Little Girl in a Blue Armchair by Mary Cassatt, 1878 |
Though this isn’t exactly the insightful post I’d hoped to start the new year with, it’s a necessary one.
Yesterday I got a call from one of the ladies in my Bible study group. We have a couples group that meets every Friday–the adults do the study, and our kids play upstairs. For the eight adults, there are approximately, oh, a gazillion kids. 😉 Okay, so 11. Lots of enthusiasm there, and we’re all so glad to be building relationships for and with our precious little ones.
One of the kids from this group is 8-year-old Hailey. At our last study before Christmas break, her mom mentioned how Hailey’s balance had seemed off, though she’d been trying to hide it. Walking very slowly, and indulging in wobbles and railing-gripping only when she thought no one was looking. Then at our Christmas party, Mom mentioned how her pupils didn’t seem to be dilating correctly. No one else noticed this when she called Hailey over and kind of laughed it off.
Apparently Hailey has gone to the doctor a couple times since–the family was expecting this to be some kind of ear infection, to be causing balance issues. But yesterday a scan showed a growth at the base of her brain stem. A growth “four pencil-erasers high.” They’re not sure yet whether it’s a cyst or a tumor, benign or malignant. She goes in today for an MRI and tomorrow will travel to the Baltimore area to see a specialist at Johns Hopkins.
Please join me in praying for Hailey and her family. Her mom was, needless to say, panicked and terrified and far more than just “upset.” And as someone who has gotten to know this little girl a bit this fall, I just ache for them. Hailey is a girl with a big, golden heart, one who loves quickly and without restraint.
Father God, we beseech you now for Hailey and her family. Though we can’t always understand Your ways, we know they’re there. Though we are baffled and shaken when such illness strikes our little ones, we know that You love them more than we ever could. Father, our healer and provider, please touch Hailey. Strengthen her for the scans and appointments, breathe Your peace into her, and touch Your finger to this growth. Make it shrink, vanish, change in whatever way it must to be nothing. Heal her, Lord our God.
And wrap Your arms around her family, please. I know this is a family that loves You so much, and I know right now they’re crying out to You in agony. Soothe them. Embrace them. Help them to feel You in every scary moment throughout this ordeal. Hold them so close that they can’t for a moment forget Who is in control.
In the name of Your precious Son we pray. Amen.
by Roseanna White | Jan 2, 2013 | 17th-19th Centuries, Remember When Wednesdays
Okay, is it seriously Wednesday? We’re having some holiday-induced confusion around here, don’t know about you. Totally feels like Monday…
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Emma Stone is my pick for casting Marietta Gaines |
But since it’s not, it’s time to get back to my Remember Whens. =) And since I just turned in
Whispers from the Shadows before Christmas break began, that means it’s time to start prep for book number 3! (Still unnamed…)
I’ve only just begun research, so I don’t have a ton of fun tidbits to share yet. But I thought I’d give you a sneak peak of what I’ll be working with, which will in turn give you a hint of some of the fun to come. =)
The book (whatever she shall be called, LOL) opens with my heroine, Marietta Gaines, transitioning from second-mourning to half-mourning. Now, those of you who aren’t up on Victorian mourning traditions (which is probably all of us, LOL), don’t know what in the world that means. So a brief (very brief) description.
Full Mourning
First year after death of spouse
Widow must wear unrelieved black and will not participate in social events
Second Mourning
Six months to one year after full mourning ends
Widow will add a white lace collar to her black mourning gowns and will begin doing some social activities
Half Mourning
Three to six months after second mourning ends
Widow will transition to gray and lavender, but will not wear any brighter colors, and will resume normal activities.
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An evening gown that would be appropriate for half-mourning |
So as you can see, mourning really lasted no less than a year and a half and sometimes as much as two and a half years. We have this idea that it was exactly a year, which is true of full, first mourning. But moderns tend to forget about that second year.
My book starts with Marietta coming down the stairs in color (lavender) for the first time since her husband’s death, and feeling guilty about transitioning after only a year and three months. Not because it’s premature, but because she knows her late husband would be none too pleased with the secret courtship his brother has been paying her.
Marietta’s going to be a fun heroine to get to know. At the beginning of the book, she’s a bad girl (and I haven’t written one of those in years!). Perhaps not so much by today’s standards, but by Victorian ones for sure. She’s got the femme fatale thing going on, has been using her womanly wiles for years to get her way, and feels like the black sheep–worldly and concerned with her social status–in a family that has always been altruistic and not materialistic. She’d rather be exchanging repartee with actors and poets than worrying with politics or the war. And she’s eager for her mourning to end so she can get on with life–with Devereaux Gaines, her brother-in-law.
At least until her grandfather informs her in the first chapter that Dev is in fact the villain of our story. 😉 And calls her to account for squandering her gift–perfect memory. She’s been using it all these years as nothing but a parlor trick, but now he needs her to utilize it for the greater good of their country. A task which will require her, for the first time, putting something else above her own needs.
Yep, me and Marietta (and Dev and hero Slade) are going to be having some good times around here over the next few months. =)
Happy 2013!