Widow Gisborne

  Widow Gisborne? Stunned. Sickened. Saddened. Going mad I ran down the street after the holy man so he would explain himself and his comment but I did not get far because there was an a band of steel around my waist holding me back. Screaming and crying and making a fool of myself to be let go by this band of steel. The people must have thought that a mad woman was running down their road. It was then that  I heard a whisper in my ear trying to calm me as I was picked up yelling and kicking and taken back to the house and Brigid. It was when I was set in the chair that had been previously occupied by the holy man did I see that the steel band belonged to Archer and that it was his arm that had held me around my waist. I did not know it was him until I noticed that there was an arm on either side of me to keep me in the chair and it was then that I looked up and noticed Archer and Brigid, who was running her hand over my hair and kissing my head and clucking over me as a mother hen will do.

  When I had calmed enough Archer removed one of his arms and sat on a stool to look at me and hold my hand while Brigid made me drink some ale. When they both asked me what was wrong and what had made me go down the road as if I were mad, my answer was a reluctant one for with Archer there I did not wish to say. Looking at Brigid I told the tale of being told that I am now known as the Widow Gisborne and that the holy man is unknown in name. Archer, who was shocked because he did not seem to know my true name, but he has always called me My Lady, stood straight and quickly left the house.  My eyes teared at his leaving for I did not mean to hurt him. Really I thought he knew but*sigh* he did not. I must guess that no one in York knows who I truly am for I have kept to myself save for the visits to market and to worship.

  With Archer gone I could breakdown in front of Brigid. I cried for Guy and for truly losing him, my husband. I cried for Archer and for losing his friendship. I cried for being exiled. I cried for wanting to damn the holy man and his words. I cried to cry. Through all of the crying Brigid held and rocked me as she did when I was a child.

  Brigid's soothing helped ease my crying but the easing of the crying left me with a new fear. Without Guy as my husband, such as he was, what will become of me and my protection? Archer could have been my protector, if not my friend but he is gone too. Yes this will leave me free to travel but as of now I am numb and do not wish to move. *Sighs* I don't know - - maybe I will return to Nottingham to be close to Guy or as close as I can. Then my life may be in danger from Vaisey or at the very least he could keep me. No, staying in Nottingham may not be the thing for me to do but I will find where Guy is buried and spend a short time with him before traveling on tosome place. I don't know where.

Calendar Guy - February 2015

Instead of the King of Hearts for the month of February I bring to you Guy of Hearts.

Calendar Guy - January 2015

It until I glanced at my kitchen calendar did I realize the month of January is almost gone.I went  to see what I have written on a Thursday towards the end of the month did I find out how fast the month has passed. I guess with New Year's day and Martin Luther King, Jr holiday here in the States that it felt like January has just started now that there are no more holidays this month.

  So because the New year can make us reflective on the past year I give to you a reflective Guy.

Evening Meal

 Brigid and I were doing our cleaning, as is our way every Saturdai,  earlier in the month, when there was a knock on our door. I wiped myself down as best as I could and answered the door. On the other side stood a holy man in search haven from the cold so I let him in our home. actually I almost dragged him in for he looked as if he could do with some comfort of warmth and food.

  Taking the holy man in I set him by the fire while Brigid brought him a cup of warm cider and bread with some cheese. I asked him to stay and eat our mid-day meal with us. He gratefully accepted our generosity and told us  to finish our chores for he would wait. Making sure that he was comfortable Brigid and I finished cleaning the house.

  While I finished with the cleaning Brigid put a fowl on to roast for the mid-day meal.

  After I finished the last of the cleaning I went and prepared the red carrots  and greens while Brigid tended to the bread.

  When the evening meal was ready the holy man blessed our food and company and we ate in relative silence, with either Brigid or I breaking the silence with things that were to be done in the coming week. As we would talk our visitor would smile and say nothing except to reply when asked if he would like something more to eat or drink.

  When our meal was done the holy man again took his place by the fire while Brigid and I cleaned the table and cooking area and began to tell the tale of the Widow of Nain. Brigid and I looked at each other but said nothing and listened. After we are done with cleaning up, Brigid and I sit near our visitor and talk of weather and such.

  With darkness drawing near I ask him to stay but he declines saying that he is expected by the abbot at St. Mary's Monastery. So he rises and we walk  to the door. I put a woolen cloak around him to protect him from the night which he was reluctant to take but thanked me for it. As we stood at the door just as he was leaving I told him I was wonder why he relayed the tale of the Widow of Nain. As the holy man stepped out my door and onto the street he said it was his way of letting me know he knew who I am. Since not many know who I am I asked him who he believes me to be.His answer... was...his answer was that he knows me to be the Widow Gisborne.

Calendar Guy - December

Tsk. Tsk. Sir Guy admits to liking to being naughty. Merry Christmas. Happy Hanukkah.

Calendar Guy- November

 Guy likes his cooked birds this time of year. Scarily, Sir Guy dreams of a roasted robin this year.
(I just realized that the year is wrong and the sight does not now have or let me choose the correct year. I will have to make another one tomorrow because it is too late my time. Forgive me for not noticing sooner.)

EDITED NOVEMBER 30, 2014: Sorry this took so long but I wanted to use the same picture but it took some time and I found it today. I found a nice calendar filter to use but I also flipped the picture so it would look nicer in the calendar.

Back to Work

  I decided yesterday, Saturdai, that I have been in sadness long enough and came out of my chamber to help Brigid with the work. Poor Brigid was shocked to see me doing chores and inquired about my health. I smiled and gently kissed her cheek and told her I was fine and that I should be doing my share of the work. I also told that as we are late into the fall that there is a lot to be done before winter sets in and my help is needed. I also asked for Brigid's forgiveness at being selfish. She smiled and kissed my cheek and said yes she forgave me. Poor darling wiped her eyes with her apron.

  We put the kitchen and larder in order, beat rugs with our brooms,cleaned the furniture in our sitting area swept and  then we swept and washed the floor.


  We were so tired after our work was done Brigid could hardly move. So I saw to Brigid to make sure she was comfortable in her chair by the fire and gave her a warm drink and helped her with her stole so she could keep warm. Once Brigid was settled I once again started working on my forgotten embroidery.

  I believe it can be stated that the Lady M of Gisborne is slowly returning to her normal self.