Those who don’t know me in real life may be forgiven for thinking that this blog, like so many others on the internet, has been abandoned. Not the case – although I note I haven’t blogged since March! – more that I’ve just been tremendously busy. I have been thinking about the blog though, about how I want to take it forward from here, given that I am now moving into the primary source research phase of my PhD.
But before that, I wanted to do a bit of a catch up, fill in the gaps of what has happened in the last three months or so: Continue reading
This book is filled with stories like this, which touch the soul. But for some reason, the image of the smudge in the ledger, marking the passing of a dedicated parish clerk in recording the dead, sticks in the mind:
‘The indispensable parish clerk was in the front ranks of the vulnerable. Thomas Beard paused while writing in the register of St. Martin Orgar, a long finger of a parish leading down to the Thames near London Bridge. Next to his handwriting was a smudge; the rest of the entry was completed by a different hand, that of the churchwarden. Beard died that evening and was buried the following day, August 6. Immediately, John Robbins was appointed to fill his place. Robins died on August 28, and by September 9 his wife had buried their three sons and a daughter.’
[A. L. Moote & D. C. Moote, Great Plague: The Story of London’s Most Deadly Year (Baltimore, 2006), p.229.)