#werner of reichenau
The chronicle of the monk Herbert of Reichenau for the year 1021 ends “My brother Werner was born on November 1.“
1021 was not an uneventful year. The emperor began a campaign into Italy. Illustrious abbots died. There was an earthquake. But Herbert took the time to note, at the end of the year, that his brother was born.
Of such acts of tenderness is history made.
This post broke through the shell of crustiness on my medievalist heart and made me go ‘aww’.
There was a medieval parenting manual that recommended parents smack pieces of furniture their toddlers bumped into and scold the furniture for being so naughty as to get in the way, so that the kids would laugh and forget about their bumps and bruises
I read that and my heart melted
(source:Medieval Women by Deirdre Jackson. She cited the primary source but I cannot for the life of me find the book to check what it was called)
We should hold a thousandth birthday party for Werner in a couple of years.
I scheduled my Werner of Reichenau reblog for exactly midnight [my time, US Central] but that appears to have been too early for any of my mutuals to notice cuz they’re all reblogging other people’s. Small of me, no question, but it bugs me. So here I am again at noon.
HIPY PAPY BTHUTHDTH THUTHDA BTHUTHDY WRENR NRWER RIEHCNAAU CHRAUWER WNERWEWRCHUNAEU
No slight was intended. I saw yours, but I already had my reblog queued by then. I’ve had it standing by since lastNovember.
No worries, I admitted up front I was being unreasonable about it. Mine (the first one) was queued about a month ago itself.
But if you can’t be unreasonable if unacrimonious on your own tumblog, then what’s a heaven for?
The chronicle of the monk Herbert of Reichenau for the year 1021 ends “My brother Werner was born on November 1.“
1021 was not an uneventful year. The emperor began a campaign into Italy. Illustrious abbots died. There was an earthquake. But Herbert took the time to note, at the end of the year, that his brother was born.
Of such acts of tenderness is history made.
This post broke through the shell of crustiness on my medievalist heart and made me go ‘aww’.
There was a medieval parenting manual that recommended parents smack pieces of furniture their toddlers bumped into and scold the furniture for being so naughty as to get in the way, so that the kids would laugh and forget about their bumps and bruises
I read that and my heart melted
(source:Medieval Women by Deirdre Jackson. She cited the primary source but I cannot for the life of me find the book to check what it was called)
We should hold a thousandth birthday party for Werner in a couple of years.
I scheduled my Werner of Reichenau reblog for exactly midnight [my time, US Central] but that appears to have been too early for any of my mutuals to notice cuz they’re all reblogging other people’s. Small of me, no question, but it bugs me. So here I am again at noon.
HIPY PAPY BTHUTHDTH THUTHDA BTHUTHDY WRENR NRWER RIEHCNAAU CHRAUWER WNERWEWRCHUNAEU
The chronicle of the monk Herbert of Reichenau for the year 1021 ends “My brother Werner was born on November 1.“
1021 was not an uneventful year. The emperor began a campaign into Italy. Illustrious abbots died. There was an earthquake. But Herbert took the time to note, at the end of the year, that his brother was born.
Of such acts of tenderness is history made.
This post broke through the shell of crustiness on my medievalist heart and made me go ‘aww’.
There was a medieval parenting manual that recommended parents smack pieces of furniture their toddlers bumped into and scold the furniture for being so naughty as to get in the way, so that the kids would laugh and forget about their bumps and bruises
I read that and my heart melted
(source:Medieval Women by Deirdre Jackson. She cited the primary source but I cannot for the life of me find the book to check what it was called)
We should hold a thousandth birthday party for Werner in a couple of years.
