Friday, April 26, 2013

This Land is My Land.............

I am going to join up with Friendship Friday with this post.

I was born and raised in England. In Bedfordshire to be exact, that being about 30 miles north from London. I will always be English, I can never change my nationality. That does not mean I don't like it here in Michigan because I do. I live in a beautiful area on the Great Lakes, Lake Michigan. We have it all. Sand and beaches, shops, arts and crafts, winter sports.........we have vineyards and cherry orchards. We have casino's that put on great shows and an art institute that has great entertainment and concerts.
Ken Scott a brilliant local photographer captures Fishtown perfectly
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We have woods and forests, rivers and streams, dunes and meadows.
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There are great hiking and skiing trails and there is never "nothing to do"
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Waterfalls and beaches, lighthouses and shops.
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I simply love Michigan.
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Michigan is now my home and I am happy here. My heart though, my very soul....will always rest in England. Land of my birth, my heritage, my history, my ancestors. I can never ever give that up. I may never live there again, I made my choices many years ago before I really knew the consequences.
London, always beautiful for me.
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Durdle Door
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Ancient Beech woods
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I could post so many beautiful pictures, but if you visit my blogs you will get to see them. I am always talking about England and share stories of the past.
Meanwhile I will be out and about in Michigan and taking pictures of my own.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Some Blue for you...............

Today is St George's day........and today I would like to share some pretty Bluebells. I have found some lovely pictures on the web and want to keep them here to enjoy.
St George is the Patron Saint of England and has nothing at all to do with Bluebells. I bet he liked them though if he ever thought about such things.
Its a beautiful thing to drive through the countryside and see the woods just blooming. The blue is brighter than the sky and leaves are just budding so the lime of the buds compliment the blue carpet below.
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I have said before about my Uncle Harold. He and I had much in common, we loved writing poems and we both loved Bluebells. Here is a picture taken in the Isle of White where he lived. Harold and Nellie lived there after they retired and Auntie Nellie got Parkinsons. Harold would care for her and when he got cancer all he worried about was how she would manage when he was gone. Well until he died he wrote to me and would still enjoy a quiet walk into Shanklin through a spinney that would be covered in Bluebells. He would walk to the shops and back as often as he could.

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I love graveyards. A quiet place to reflect and to dream. What could be prettier than a country graveyard with bluebells?
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How I would love to walk through here on a Spring morning.
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I can not think of anything better than walking in an English woodland. Especially in Springtime. God created so much beauty and its good to be out and appreciating it. Listen to the birds as they feed their young and the baby bunnies, deer and other wildlife. Spring, season of renewal. A fresh start.
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I used to gather arm fulls of bluebells and take them home to mum. Alas they do not like to be picked and do not last in water for long. Better to enjoy them growing.

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I have to get some for my garden so that in the Springtime I can enjoy that beautiful blue.
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Monday, April 22, 2013

Happy St Georges Day......

Happy St George's Day.


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St George the Patron Saint of England.
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I hope every English person remembers the day............

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Today (4/23 is St George's Day. It's a story dating back to the 6th century tells that St George rescued a maiden by slaying a fearsome fire-breathing dragon. The Saint's name was shouted as a battle cry by English knights who fought beneath the red-cross banner of St George during the Hundred Years War (1338-1453).

Personal Freedom............you may want to skip this post.

Everyone seems to go on about personal freedom like its a right or something. So much is going on these days, we read in the news about shootings, bombings and terrorists. Its nothing new. So many countries deal with it every day and worse. It's somewhat new here in the States and people want something done about it. What they don't want is to give up what they see as their personal rights, they want something done but for it not to effect them.
I came from a country where no one I knew had a gun, the police didn't carry guns and it was just a non issue. Farmers had shotguns most likely but it was not something we saw that often. They did occasionally go rabbit hunting I do know that. My point is no one saw it as something we needed to protect ourselves from our government or our neighbour. Rather a shock to come here and see the gun culture. I hate it. Its like America never got over the wild wild west days.
Everyone wants a gun and want to be able use it. They feel threatened when someone even suggests that they get a background check in order to buy one. Never mind you need a licence to drive a car, or to get married among other things.
So what is personal freedom.? .......in real life is there really any such thing.? If you have a child then you have no personal freedom, you have to put the need of your child first. If you have family then most people put family first and have to give up some of that freedom. Then again, in todays world that is not necessarily so.
Now people believe that if a pregnancy is not convenient, well they just kill the child and be done with it. Even if the child is about to be born they have they believe the right to terminate. It's not a child? Let them tell themselves that if that's what they have to do to live with themselves. How doctors can take an oath "do no harm" then snip the neck of a child as it begins to come out of the womb I don't know. The mother believes its her personal right and that supersedes the right of the child to live. I would not want to see abortion illegal, I remember when it was but this has gone too far.
I am sick to death of selfish people, people who think that they have the right to personal freedom without consideration for the rights of others. Sometimes the right to live in a safe world, to be safe in school, in the mall, in the theater. Why do they think their right to own a gun is greater than that?
What happened? When did it become necessary to take the law into ones own hands instead of letting police take care of things. When did we stop trusting the police. When did doctors and police loose their ethics and the respect of the public? I know a lot is on the news media but they do not always create the news(I am sure some do)
So what am I saying?.............I personally believe in gun control. I do not believe it is a right to own a gun in any civilized society. It should be a privilege reserved for those who qualify by passing certain criteria. Mental health for one thing. Criminal background checks for another. If people want to play with the big guns join a club and leave the guns and ammo there under lock and key. Hunting needs a licence and I believe that only certain guns should be allowed. Why would you need a semi automatic? certainly not for hunting. Not for protection. Well that's my opinion and I know its certainly not a popular one. Its just how I feel, and I know it works because I have lived in a country like that. I was never afraid of my government, I trusted them. I don't know, its just different there.
England has had its share of terrorism from the IRA among other terrorist groups. People just done freak out and decide they need to have a gun and get them themselves. I am more afraid of the yahoos with guns here than of the government. Its something I just do not understand. How responsible gun owners can support the NRA.
No one wants to take away anyones guns. Where is common sense? I do not vote because I am not a citizen here. What I think does not matter much. I never will be one even though I can never go home to live. I can not in my own conscience ever endorse this way of life. What really pisses me off is how the people and government point at other countries and hold themselves up as an example.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Family..............

When explaining to a fellow blogger about Alexandra (previous post) I realized what a complicated family I have.
I was an only child growing up. My Uncle Alan got divorced and came to live with us for a time. He was the first I ever knew who was divorced. It was a rare thing back then. I only ever knew two other couples who were divorced as I grew up. It was not an easy thing to do.
Well these days, if people bother to marry in the first place it's not always forever. Times they are a changing. Without seeming judgmental I want to say that I have now lived long enough to see why God does not recommend it. Those I know now who have traveled that road have not always done better for themselves or their children. Having said that...........there are and always will be exceptions.
SO......my family.
I had my daughter Laura out of wedlock. A big thing in 1966. My Mother in fact more or less kicked me out. I went to a Mother and Baby home in London and kept my baby. Later I was asked by my Dad to go home and I did.
LauraJane, she married at 18 years old. She married Dan who was in the Marine corps and they eventually had three daughters. Danielle, Alexandra and Gabrielle. They divorced after a time, Marine Corps life not being an easy one when the husband is in a deploying unit. She remarried briefly and again divorced. She is now married to Robert. He came to the marriage with two children, one from a previous marriage Evie and Raylene from another relationship. They also have a child together my fourth granddaughter Reina.
There is no Partridge family in real life.

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(Lauras family. Husband Robert bottom with Raylene. The birthday party for Reina has Danielle, Gabrielle Alexandra and Evie in it. Alex with Laura and Reina and Me and Laura in that set)

This picture is of my 4 granddaughters. Reina, Alexandra,Gabrielle and Danielle

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My son Jason is still single and has no plans as yet to change that. I think his generation are not so quick to jump in as we were.

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My other son Justin married Carrie, she has two daughters from two previous marriages. Justin and Carrie will not be able to have children together due to Carrie's health.
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(Justin's family, wife Carrie and daughter Teal and the older one is Haley)

So that's the basic information on my 3 kids. The rest of the story involves my granddaughters.
When Dan (who raised the 3 girls when he and Laura divorced) left the Marine Corps at the end of his career with them. He came back to Michigan and stayed with my husband and myself while he went to college to become a nurse. We had the room and they were my girls too, so..........it was not popular with Laura at first but in time she came to see the advantages. In the long run it was the best for everyone and I believe everyone now understands that. Dan eventually remarried. He married Debbie who had three kids herself. Cameron, Emily and Lauren.
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That made a blended family of 6 children. That did not always go smoothly, in fact it didn't go well at all for a time. I believe everyone did their best to make it work.
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The above picture shows Dan with Lauren and Cameron who are Debbie's children, Todd Herman is on the end and in front is Debbie, Laura Herman and her daughter Hannah and Debbie's daughter Emily.
Each girl as they became a school leaver ready for college moved in with me, my granddaughters that is. First came Danielle who went to the local college for a time, it was good for her to begin to become independent, she seemed to like being away from home but still safe. She eventually went on to the Upper Peninsula to college. She has since married and is a nurse now.
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Alexandra was next, she moved in while Danielle was still here. Her dad asked me to help with her and to have her live here for awhile. She was never the easy one. She lived with me on and off until her death. She is the Mother of Tristen who has always lived with us.
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Gabrielle came to live with us and when it was time for college she went down state to Ferris. She came back when Alex died and stayed. She stayed until her baby was due. She is now living with her boyfriend Tony who she has known for several years now, and baby Cooper. She does not want to marry just yet.

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So the next generation consists of Tristen and Cooper my two great grandsons..............pictured below
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So now my husband and myself are raising Tristen with Alexandra gone. Dan (Laura's ex) is once more living with us while he sorts his life out again, he and Debbie are getting a divorce it seems. I am hoping they will have some time for reflection and maybe work things out, if not he will be able to stay until he decides what to do. Meanwhile Tristen is enjoying having Grandpa here with us.
Tonight everyone is over at Laura Hermans house, she is Dan's neice and my Laura's bestfriend. She has Tristen for the weekend, he goes every other weekend. Jason came home to spend time with Gabby and take her out for the day. He has always tried to take an interest in Laura's girls and was very close with Alexandra. So Jason and Gabby, Tony and Cooper are going over for a game night. Dan's going over too and so is Laura and Robert and Reina. SO like I said........we are complicated. I love it that we can all get along and be there for Tristen and each other.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Thinking of Alexandra..............

So many little things every day make me think of you. I suppose that's inevitable having your son with me.
Tristen is 3 1/2 now. Oh boy, I have forgotten what a three year old is like. He is sooooo much like you Alex. I remember you as a small child, your defiance, you were just so naughty and so darn cute. Yup that's Tristen. He tries my patience to the limit. Then we have snuggle time and I forget it all.

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He is asserting his independence. Raising him will not be easy. He knows he is loved so much though. When he has been especially naughty he will say "You love me Nanny?" and even when I want to wring his neck I say "Yes Tristen, I love you so much" And I do.
It was two years in February that you left us. I miss you, it still does not seem real that you can be gone. I still feel I am watching Tristen till you come home, I can't wrap my head around the fact that he is mine now........I am 67 and raising a three year old. He is so loved though and always will be. Your Dad is living with us for now. He is getting a divorce from Debbie and we are trying to make things easy for everyone including her. Its good for Tristen to have males around (smile) we were a bit worried for awhile. Gabby was living here and he was surrounded by females. He would want his nails done and would put on your mums high heels. Well having Granddad and now Grandpa living with us might help him a bit. We must keep a balance.

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Alex as a little girl above and grown up below

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I love this picture of Alex and its so much like Tristen is now.
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I love this picture of Alex and Tristen
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She will never grow old, always be beautiful and Tristen will grow up knowing that she loved him very much.

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Tristen is a big boy now.........she will never see him grow up and that brings tears to my eyes. Some times it is just so hard. I wonder how she would have handled the days that he is a little pistol just like she was? She had spirit, she was so alive. This is Tristen now, being calm (smile)and snuggling with Bodi

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..........and this is him recently playing out in the snow.

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So anyway Alex, we love you always and miss you every day but I will love your son and take the best care of him that I possibly can, and love him even when he is naughty (smile) it will just make me think of you all the more.




Sunday, April 14, 2013

I Vow to Thee My Country

I Vow To Thee My Country Hymn

I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above,
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love:
The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.

And there's another country, I've heard of long ago,
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace.



The music alone is moving, in fact brought tears to my eyes, but sometimes the visual explains why it brings emotions to the surface for ex pats.



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Thursday, April 11, 2013

Train rides.............

When I was about 4 apparently I ran away with our dog Jerry. He was a Sheep dog blend. The kind who herd sheep that is. He was very smart. Well I remember when we got him because I was sitting on the floor at my grandparents house (Dad's folks) and Jerry ate a balloon and threw up under the chair. He was very small at the time. Mum thought there was something wrong with him because he had a bump on the top of his head. I guess she was not too familiar with dogs because the vet said it was just the shape of his head. I digress...........Jerry and I were firm friends in no time at all. The house we lived in had a huge back yard where Granddad grew vegetables and kept rabbits (for food...I did not know that at the time) I could talk forever about that house, St Omere. My grandparents rented it and at some point the owner wanted to sell it. During the war my nan had soldiers billeted there and I was told they lay like cord wood on the living room floor. Soon a German POW was assigned to them. He stayed after the war and when the house was up for sale Granddad could not buy it. My Dad didn't want to go into debt so.......Max the German POW bought it and my Granddad had to leave.............again, I digress.
One day Jerry and I went on an adventure. I don't remember this at all, only fleeting pictures in my mind. Apparently my mum found me. I can see her now standing talking, mum wearing a turban on her hair and her pini on, her arms folded over her chest wtching as one of the men climbed down to get me off the railway tracks. Jerry would not let anyone near me. I think my dad eventually caught up having gone looking elsewhere and got Jerry by the collar. I can see that in my minds eye too. Mum was going to smack me for running off but Jerry went for her hand. I was not punished. He was a good dog.
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In later years we would walk past that spot on the way to Dunstable. We walked most places when I lived in England. My friends and I would stand on the railway bridge and watch the steam trains go under and stand in the steam. I often thought of my old dog and wondered what would have happened if I was not found when I was.
When I was older we would take the train up to London to go shopping after work. It was 30 minute on the fast train, it only stopped a couple of times. London shops stayed open late on Thursdays.
when I worked in London I caught the train every day from Putney to Vauxhall. Train travel was something we did all the time.
I have yet to ride a train in the USA.
One of my favourite shows as a child was The Railway Children it was a BBC TV series on childrens television.
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For a fun family show, watch on Netflix.
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I do intend to ride a train here some day...........I want to take the train to Agawa Canyon in Ontario.

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....and next time I go home to England I think I will take the train from London to Edinborough Scotland.

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Monday, April 8, 2013

Times gone by.................

This afternoon I went to lunch with my friends Nancy and Edna. It's so good to get out, especially during the week. My husband is at home this week so he can watch Tristen. We went to LaSenorita and I had a wet beef burrito. Well we got to talking (of course we did) and we talked about times past. Today's kids are always on their phones, they have Ipads, computers (as do I)and have never experienced what we have. I am 67 my friends about the same give or take a year.
Edna was a farm girl, raised here in Michigan. Nancy maybe a small town girl. I was raised in a small village in England. My experiences are most like Edna's.
If the world was to "end" as we know it......youv'e seen the TV shows and disaster movies. How would you cope? I think it depends on your age and experience. My generation would cope with the hardships except for our age and health at the time, we might even enjoy it.
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Would you manage now with no electricity?......there were times living in England when the electric company would go on strike. So ..... no lights, no TV and in todays world no internet (smile) can you imagine the kids. At that time I thought it was romantic. Now not so much but I would cope. That means that should the worst happen we would have to learn to make candles and get oil for lamps. Know how to care for them, more than that fire. Matches.I suppose we could just stockpile stuff like that for awhile but ultimately we would have to resort to what our ancestors did.

Then once the lights came on the gas company would go on strike leaving us with no stove to cook on. That meant adapting and cooking on the coal fire.
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It's surprising what you can cook over a fire. Now most houses don't have a working fire place so that would have to be overcome. Maybe in a not so bad situation the BBQ would work for a time but if it were a real disaster situation then we would have to find a way of making a fireplace and I am sure that can be done.
Have you ever thought about how you would cope????????
Edna was talking about growing up on the farm, how they would save the scraps of fabric and recycle then into quilts or clothes. No one cares to sew much any more. Its not taught......oh like with most things there are those who naturally love the crafts but it's not taught like it used to be. We are a wasteful society.
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After WW2 people naturally reused things, saved things, scraps of string and anything that may be useful. I think thats what made me a pack rat. I have a hard time getting rid of anything. I collect stuff that may be useful some day. I have an aversion to waste. When did that change in people? I know it was not always that way here in America because that's how Edna was raised. In England it was a necessity for many years after the war. When did we become a disposable society?
When I left school my Dad bought Mum and me a sewing machine. I learned to make my own clothes. I was only just 15 when I left school and had learned the basics in sewing classes in school. SO I was set up already to learn to make dresses and things. Lucky that the fashions in the 1960s were easy to make. My friend and I would get fabric and make a new dress or skirt to wear at the weekend. Shift dresses. Remember those.
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There is something satisfying about making your own clothes. I have lost the knack now as its been so long. I used to make clothes for my next door neighbour all the time, and made her daughters wedding dress. I would not want to do that anymore. Still I can sew when I want to and these days its cheaper to buy things...............if it were a necessity though, I know I could do it. I can knit and crochet and make baskets and turn my hand at most things.
If the world changed backwards.........I am ready. In fact I could be quite content, a challenge to be sure, but well........I like a challenge.
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Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Stone Henges............

my cousin Mark took some lovely pictures of Stone Hendge. I may have shared them before but they are so good I want to show them again.
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He was there at sun up.
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So what is it? What is Stone Henge? The word henge refers to a particular type of earthwork of the Neolithic period, typically consisting of a roughly circular or oval-shaped bank with an internal ditch surrounding a central flat area. Inside this area could be standing stones or wooden structures. Those of course we no longer have only the odd post hole may be found.
The Standing stones though, well those can be found all over Great Britain.
My favourite is Avebury circle with its steep outer banks. Nothing subtle about that one.

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Stone Henge is not so obvious, from what I recall the outer bank is not visible. Maybe it is but I didn't notice. It was a very long time ago when I was there, before it was enclosed. The next time I went it had the fence, that spoiled it for me. They say that there will soon be a visitor center, maybe that will help.
Standing stones are all over the British ISles.....This is Carnac
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The stone circle at Castlerigg is situated near Keswick in Cumbria, North West England. One of around 1,300 stone circles in the British Isles and Brittany, it was constructed as a part of a megalithic tradition that lasted from 3,300 to 900 BCE, during the Late Neolithic and Early Bronze Ages.
Various archaeologists have commented positively on the beauty and romance of the Castlerigg ring and its natural environment.
The plateau forms the raised centre of a natural amphitheatre created by the surrounding fells and from within the circle it is possible to see some of the highest peaks in Cumbria another place I must visit someday.
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The standing stones I have seen, touched seem to have a life of their own. I would love to be able to walk among them alone. I don't know why they are so fascinating but they are. There seems to be a connection, a thread that connects one to the past. To those who erected them. Fantasy for sure, I am a Christian but I still feel it. What did these long ago people do here, what were their ideals, their intentions? Legends as you know, they fascinate me. I love ancient history. Maybe because there will never be an answer.

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