#nursling

[kingofraccoon]

my cat clearly does not like being photographed

[fionamccall]

Another cheeky Mary

After posting about the tomb designed by Mary Uvedale at Wickham Church, I finally got to Nursling to see the one by Lady Mary Mille, made to look even cheekier by placing herself below but in front of her husband Sir Richard and in a vibrant pink dress so she stands out. The two monuments were virtually contemporary with each other, so one does wonder if they were aware of each other’s commissions.

She has the face of a rather benign individual. Her memorial inscriptions tells us she lived to be eighty and boasts of her piety (demonstrated also by Bible in hand):

In this same tomb lie mother, son, and wife; 

Each to the others worthy throughout life.

The mother after four score years of breath

Threw off her mortal coil in noble death.

...

His wife came from a noble Cheshire line,

A Savage, famed for countless soldiers fine.

Her purity of life earned her a name

No other wife from north or south could claim.

In life their pious deeds and conscience clear

Did first to man and then to God endear.

The church was buzzing with the men’s social event, and the churchwarden told me a rather different story about Mary and her relations with her son.  In the church was a brass to a lawyer, who apparently helped make sure she inherited all her husband’s wealth, instead of the son.  

[poem-today]

A poem by Kathleen Ossip

Nursling Over there, a fly buzzed---bad. All ours: the bra, the breast, the breeze. Starlet of the reciprocal gaze. Something about her rhymed like mad. And ours the sigh, the suck, the sing. We forgave everything we could. Ravenous palmist. I’m gone for good. At last I gauged the brash, brash spring. The skin fiend folded like a fawn. Torso Magellan. Time’s own nub. Here at the center of the dimmest bulb. A mouth hovered before latching on.

Kathleen Ossip

Kathleen Ossip’s website.

[joyeberry]

Glamorous mom life. Morning date with my cow-noise-machine so I can go to an appointment without the milk chugger. #momlife #mommaberry #breastfeeding #nursling #ebf #isthatenoughhashtagstogetmeranked

[personarider]

I felt like stepping out of the norm a bit. These 10 minute writing challenges have mostly focused on little stories, writing a little poem was a welcome change. Laughter is in her heart A baby in her bed // Tears and milk gush forth with love As she strokes his miraculous head +/- 10 minutes. 23 words. 1 sappy message

[buggimama]

My boobie monster

[joyeberry]

•Worthwhile• (this was not an easy photo to get - I am trying to show you that I’m nursing and the house is a wreck. There. Weird shot explained.) This small window of time wherein my baby needs me to nurse him about 12 hours a day means things don’t get done. Some days it means that I opt to visit with a friend while he naps and my children make even more messes. It’s kind of a season of “a lot.” A lot of noise, a lot of overwhelm, a lot of whining, a lot of broken things, a lot of exasperation. But it’s also a season of a lot of things that are passing by *very* quickly that I do NOT want to miss. Including this snuggly nursling and beautiful friends who stay and chat. Those things make the other things 100% worthwhile. #mindfuljanuary #nursling #motherhood

[whateverwilmington-blog]

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