#pedlar

[snail-sir]

Pt 3!!

Funky little raccoon lookin guy

[tesnuzzik]

Ages ago I wanted to draw an AU for One Piece, a fairytale AU. I don’t know my reason for it anymore but I made Usopp a pedlar.

When I started rereading One Piece I went through my old files and came across it again, I wanted to finish it (update it a lil to my current art style as well)...and now I want to draw more of the AU =3c So I’m going to draw prince Sanji and hunter Zoro next and maybe doodle out some plot ideas!

[rhianna]

Blomefield thought it "somewhat surprising to find such considerable persons as Sir William Dugdale and Sir Roger Twysden to patronise or credit such a monkish legend and tradition savouring so much of the cloister, and that the townsmen and neighbourhood should also believe it," but I think we shall have reason to congratulate ourselves that so good a folk-tale was preserved for us of this age.

The next and, it appears, an independent version, is given in the Diary of Abraham de la Pryme, under the date November 10th, 1699:—

"Constant tradition says that there lived in former times, in Soffham (Swaffham), alias Sopham, in Norfolk, a certain pedlar, who dreamed that if he went to London bridge, and stood there, he should hear very joyfull newse, which he at first sleighted, but afterwards, his dream being dubled and trebled upon him, he resolv'd to try the issue of it, and accordingly went to London, and stood on the bridge there two or three days, looking about him, but heard nothing that might yield him any comfort. At last it happen'd that a shopkeeper there, hard by, haveing noted his fruitless[Pg 16] standing, seeing that he neither sold any wares nor asked any almes, went to him and most earnestly begged to know what he wanted there, or what his business was; to which the pedlar honestly answer'd, that he had dream'd that if he came to London and stood there upon the bridg, he should hear good newse; at which the shopkeeper laught heartily, asking him if he was such a fool as to take a journey on such a silly errand, adding, 'I'll tell thee, country fellow, last night I dream'd that I was at Sopham, in Norfolk, a place utterly unknown to me, where methought behind a pedlar's house in a certain orchard, and under a great oak tree, if I digged I should find a vast treasure! Now think you,' says he, 'that I am such a fool to take such a long jorney upon me upon the instigation of a silly dream? No, no, I'm wiser. Therefore, good fellow, learn witt of me, and get you home, and mind your business.' The pedlar, observeing his words, what he had sayd he had dream'd and knowing they concenterd in him, glad of such joyfull newse went speedily home, and digged and found a prodigious great treasure, with which he grew exceeding rich, and Soffham church being for the most part fal'n down he set on workmen and reedifyd it most sumptuously, at his own charges; and to this day there is his statue therein, cut in stone, with his pack at his back, and his dogg at his heels; and his memory is also preserved by the same form or picture in most of the old glass windows, taverns, and ale-houses of that town unto this day."[13]

Now this version from Abraham de la Pryme was certainly obtained from local sources, and it shows the general popularity of the legend, together with the faithfulness of the traditional version.[14] But other[Pg 17] evidence of the traditional force of the story is to be found. Observing that De la Pryme's Diary was not printed until 1870, though certainly the MS. had been lent to antiquaries, it is curious that the following almost identical account is told in the St. James's Chronicle of November 28th, 1786:—[15]

"A Pedlar who lived many Years ago at Swaffham, in Norfolk, dreamt, that if he came up to London, and stood upon the Bridge, he should hear very joyful News; which he at first slighted, but afterwards his Dream being doubled and trebled unto him, he resolved to try the Issue of it; and accordingly to London he came, and stood on the Bridge for two or three Days, but heard nothing which might give him Comfort that the Profits of his Journey would be equal to his Pains. At last it so happened, that a Shopkeeper there, having noted his fruitless standing, seeing that he neither sold any Wares, or asked any Alms, went to him, and enquired his Business; to which the Pedlar made Answer, that being a Countryman, he had dreamt a Dream, that if he came up to London, he should hear good News: 'And art thou (said the Shopkeeper) such a Fool, to take a Journey on such a foolish Errand? Why I tell thee this—last Night I dreamt, that I was at Swaffham, in Norfolk, a Place utterly unknown to me, where, methought, behind a Pedlar's House, in a certain Orchard, under a great Oak Tree, if I digged there, I should find a mighty Mass of Treasure. Now think you, that I am so unwise, as to take so long a Journey upon me, only by the Instigation of a foolish Dream! No, no, far be such Folly from me; therefore, honest Countryman, I advise thee to make haste Home again, and do not spend thy precious Time in the Expectation of the Event of an idle Dream.' The Pedlar, who noted well his Words, glad of such joyful News, went speedily Home, and[Pg 18] digged under the Oak, where he found a very large Heap of Money; with Part of which, the Church being then lately fallen down, he very sumptuously rebuilt it; having his Statue cut therein, in Stone, with his Pack on his Back and his Dog at his Heels, which is to be seen at this Day. And his Memory is also preserved by the same Form, or Picture, on most of the Glass Windows of the Taverns and Ale-houses in that Town."  [15-18]

Source:   Folklore as an Historical Science by George Laurence Gomme

https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/21852

[postcard-from-the-past]

Jewish pedlar

German vintage postcard

[onejamtart]

OJT EATS | Pedlar Canary Wharf

One Canada Square has had a restaurant in the lobby for a few years now but it has recently changed to become Pedler.  A restaurant in a lobby is a great place to sit and people watch and so having a plce that serves great food and drinks would just be even better!  We went down to give it a go.

First up was some kara age.  This came with a sesame sauce and a bunch of spring onions on top.  The chicken was well fried and juicy.  The sauce was good but you had to be careful to eat it quick, otherwise the chicken would lose some crunch.  All in all, a good start!

The soft shell crab slider wasn’t actually available on the day we went but they were able to make a soft shell crab dish with vermicelli instead (I guess they may have been out of slider buns).  It was super tasty; I think I actually would’ve preferred the vermicelli over the slider itself.

This was a mushroom medley that came in a foil packet.  This was packed with flavour; there was clearly a good chunk of butter that was cooked with it and there were a few sesame seeds in there as well for good measure.

This was a chicken and prawn rice / risotto dish.  It was a little heavy on the white pepper; there was a pretty hefty peppery kick.  Other than that, there were big chunks of chicken and a good number of fairly big juicy prawns which we liked.  There was also a scattering of chicken skin on top which I personally really enjoyedd ( I do love chicken skin).

The last dish we had was a side of brussel sprouts.  I really like brussels and am a firm believer that they are not just for Xmas.  These had a lovely little char to them and just went really well with the rest of the food.

Overall, we had a very enjoyable meal here.  It’s probably still the best lobby to get food in and a handy place for a quick drink or 2 in the wharf.  If I was working in the wharf, this would definitely be a regular haunt!

Pedlar Canary Wharf, One Canada Square, Canary Wharf, E14 5AB

Cheers, JL

[silezukuk]

Poultry pedlar in Greek costume, Athens, Greece, Keystone View Company, publisher, 1895 / https://bit.ly/2KEwml1

[thefamoustownofyeadon]

Odd ways my dad made money. Day 5- Durham Town.

Prior knowledge required1-Strong sturdy boxes2-Pedlars3-Flags, balloons, windmills, inflatable animals4- Coining it in (making lots of money at great speed) 5-The impact of lots of beer on twenty-year-old miners on a very hot day6- Public humiliation of 11-year-olds!

My dad claimed we were descended from Irish Travellers. We were not. I have checked it out, but there was Irish Eddie who flogged sewing machines and life assurance. He was so convinced of this ancestry that he named our house Romany Rye after the classic novel by George Borrow. In any event, he liked the idea of being a traveller. He also liked to combine going to events which linked up to other parts of his life. So for example in July 1968, when I was almost 11 we went to the Durham Miners Gala. That was because he was a union steward and a very political chap…but he liked to combine that interest with making money

It’s part of the incredible ignorance of people in the south of England that most there have never heard of this event which is something like a mass picnic of 150,000 miners and their families on Durham Race Course in July of each year. Mining communities from across the country were represented, and they each brought their brass band and crucially a colourful banner. They marched through the winding streets of medieval Durham. Many scores of them. And crowds lined the streets five deep to watch. I have been twice in the last six years, including with my eldest grandson when he was eleven. Some of the photos are his. 

Now, of course, there is a political element to all this but I am going to skip over all that and concentrate on how we sold a £140 worth of Union Flags, as well maybe another £60 worth of balloons and inflatables. In 1968 that was a fortune. Dad and I travelled up by train on the Friday evening bring potted meat and dripping sandwiches with us wrapped in greaseproof paper. We slept out on benches on the station platform with our sturdy boxes tied to our legs. Dad was convinced somebody would try and run off with our stock. 

Breakfast would have been a bacon sandwich then we set off up and down streets of terraced houses selling balloons to the kids. I remember it was raining heavily. I could then blow up 200 balloons one after another and conduct trade at the same time. We walked miles, selling all the way as we went. His aim was to cover all our expenses by mid-morning so after that, every minute of the day was pure profit. That’s how he explained it. 

Then at around 12.00, we headed for where the colliery bands formed up and then sold flags all along the two-mile route. We had to keep ahead of the procession so we walked and sold at pace. Flags only now.At the County Hotel, which is the mid-point on the route each band would perform a few seconds of its speciality to the politicians on the balcony. That year it was Prime Minister Harold Wilson, Barbara Castle and TUC leader Vic Feather. I remember seeing them which must mean I can boast that Harold Wilson once saw me selling flags. Ditto our Barbara as we called her. 

There is always a bit of show biz in street trading. Dad covered one side of the road and I the other. We both had our sturdy boxes but of course, he carried the greater weight. As I ran out he would throw a great bundle of four dozen flags up into the air and I was would try and catch it. I never did and the crowd would laugh and cheer… which got them more in the mood for spending. 

At the gate, to the racecourse, there is the remnant of a stone farm gate and a great boulder next to it. We stood there and sold inflatable ducks and windmills to the 150,000 people who walked past us. By then the sun was out and dad sent me to have a look at all the colliery banners and to get myself some dinner.

 We worked till early evening to catch all the people coming out again, but we stayed too long. A lot of the young men were very drunk. One group walked towards us. Dad sad something like “get outa road, David these lads a full of ale are looking for trouble”. Dad was a Pacifist and a Boxer. That’s a hard concept to explain but by this stage in his life, he was not keen on getting into fights. The lads asked for five of everything we had, laughing all the time thinking it a big joke. The daftest of them announced they wanted to go double or quits on the toss of a coin. So we stood to lose the value of all that stock or get double the amount. Dad wisely chose to go with that, and he won. The lads paid up, but as they were doing so one of them dropped burning paper into dads box which was full of plastic stuff, and of course, it ignited immediately and burnt fiercely. In truth, there was very little there and the loss was not much. We just had one less box to carry home. 

Writing this it has struck me that just about everything we did over that weekend would be illegal now or in other ways not allowed. None of it caused any harm to anybody but we do not tolerate things so much now. That feels very sad. And of course, trying to explain this kind of life to my 11-year-old grandson was impossible…I might as well have been talking about Martians.

[rhianna]

Wenceslaus Hollar | The Pedlar, from the Dance of Death | The Met

Inscription: 'HB. i' added at bottom left and 'WH' added at bottom right, not by Hollar;'venite ad me...onerati estis. Matt 11' in margin below borderlineMarking: Franz Josef II von Liechtenstein (1906-1989)

The Pedlar, from the Dance of Death1651

Wenceslaus Hollar Bohemian

A pedlar with a basket on his back walks to the right accompanied by a dog. Death grabs his sleeve and pulls him left.