The Popish Midwife In seventeenth century London thirteen years after the plague and twelve years after the Great Fire the restoration of King Charles II has dulled the memory of Cromwell s puritan rule yet fear and
In seventeenth century London, thirteen years after the plague and twelve years after the Great Fire, the restoration of King Charles II has dulled the memory of Cromwell s puritan rule, yet fear and suspicion are rife Religious turmoil is rarely far from tipping the scales into hysteria.Elizabeth Cellier, a bold and outspoken midwife, regularly visits Newgate Prison to dIn seventeenth century London, thirteen years after the plague and twelve years after the Great Fire, the restoration of King Charles II has dulled the memory of Cromwell s puritan rule, yet fear and suspicion are rife Religious turmoil is rarely far from tipping the scales into hysteria.Elizabeth Cellier, a bold and outspoken midwife, regularly visits Newgate Prison to distribute alms to victims of religious persecution There she falls in with the charming Captain Willoughby, a debtor, whom she enlists to gather information about crimes against prisoners, so she might involve herself in petitioning the king in their name Tis a plot, Madam, of the direst sort With these whispered words Willoughby draws Elizabeth unwittingly into the infamous Popish Plot and soon not even the fearful warnings of her husband, Pierre, can loosen her bond with it.This is the incredible true story of one woman ahead of her time and her fight against prejudice and injustice.
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Free Read [Graphic Novels Book] Ä The Popish Midwife - by Annelisa Christensen ✓
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Free Read [Graphic Novels Book] Ä The Popish Midwife - by Annelisa Christensen ✓
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Published :2019-02-04T22:24:09+00:00
Author, as well as contributor to the magazine Read My Mind, brainchild of Lily Amis, first released April 4th 2017.Born to a Danish mother and French father who I discovered to be French, English and Scottish when I did our family tree , I ve always considered myself European, though my heart remains in England Every time I fly back from a holiday, my breath catches when I see the miles and miles of patchwork quilt of green fields and forests It isn t until we land, I remember the green comes from so much rain Still, I love it.I first remember sitting as an eight year old writer at our dining room table on a rainy Sunday My dad s old reel to reel tapes played crackly post war songs and classical music, the perfect background to my writing mood I had recently read Heidi, and was obsessed with goats drawing them, writing about them and giggled as I had Clarabelle, a mischievous, escaped goat butt a middle aged woman pegging out the washing through a sheet.Since then, I ve written hundreds of stories, or parts of stories, never finished them until I did the NaNoWriMo thing A month of writing every day, of putting aside everything else to finish a book I knew exactly what story I wanted to tell It was based on a recurring dream I d had over the years and needed to get out of my head It was the first of my magical realism series The University of Lights Since then, I wrote, or part wrote, another six novels in the series, holding onto them, because I want the backstory to be the same in all of them They are as yet unpublished Writing that first one, though, was an eye opener Not only could I finish a book, but I remembered how I loved writing and wanted to do of it.So, then, a few years ago, I was indulging a passion of mine old books I became caught with the idea of buying a piece of a 300 year old book of trial transcripts I had spotted on Ebay I couldn t afford the whole of one If I had known how much it would change my life, I would have paid so much But, at that time, I only wanted to hold pages of such an old book I won the auction.The pages arrived in special acid free cellophane, inside a card backed envelope, which I opened as fast as I could, and with as much respect for its frailty as it deserved With awe, I pulled it from the cellophane and tentatively held the edges The pages had survived over 330 years I dreaded I would be the one to tear or destroy them I read the first page It was the trial of Elizabeth Cellier, a seventeenth century Catholic midwife charged with libel by king and country who was denying having written and published the book.It wasn t long before, still mindful of the delicate nature of the paper, I was turning pages one after the other, dying to know what would happen next I was hooked This woman was amazing I loved how she spoke out against the court, and refused to be bushwhacked into admitting she wrote the book, determined to prove her innocence She was bold, seemingly fearless And she seemed to be ably defending herself against the charges, perhaps with knowledge of the law.Once I was caught in Cellier s world, I found she was the subject of other research, but in three different fields of interest as having involved herself in the Popish Plot of 1678 81, as the author of a book pamphlets and as a midwife and the proposer of the first midwife college in Britain My book, The Popish Midwife is the culmination of years of research and writing It is an exciting story I had to write it.While researching The Popish Midwife, I discovered a group of women of the seventeenth century, who seemed to have stood out as forerunners of modern women They had strength and wisdom that beg me to write about them too So, I continue to write the se