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Love Prichard – The Last King of Bardsey Island

Love Prichard with the crown and Lord Newborough, 1925

The tradition of the King of Bardsey is one shrouded in the clouds of history.  Nobody knows when the tradition started, but John Williams (see below) was the first named king.  As well as the crown, newly crowned Kings were given a ceremonial silver snuff box.

This is an extract from Wikipedia about the King of Bardsey:

It was tradition for the island to elect the King of Bardsey (Welsh:Brenin Enlli), and from 1826 onwards, he would be crowned by Baron Newborough or his representative. The crown is now kept at Merseyside Maritime Museum in Liverpool, although calls have been made for it to return to Gwynedd.  The first known title holder was John Williams; his son, John Williams II, the third of the recorded kings, was deposed in 1900, and asked to leave the island as he had become an alcoholic. At the outbreak of World War I, the last king, Love Pritchard, offered himself and the men of Bardsey Island for military service, but he was refused as he was considered too old at the age of 71. Pritchard took umbrage, and declared the island a neutral power.[39] In 1925 Pritchard left the island for the mainland, to seek a less laborious way of life, but died the following year.

The Bardsey Crown

The Bardsey Crown

The population of Bardsey peaked at 132 in 1881 and fell to 17 in 1961, the population in 2003 was 4.

Love Prichard died childless, so the noble lineage ended.  The crown was returned recently, in 2009 when it was exhibited in Bangor as part of a celebration of the history of Bardsey.

Love Prichard not only looks like a medieval king, but seemed to act like one also.  Crowns seem to go to a mans head!

For more info. on Bardsey and its apples, see the post below.

King John Williams II of Bardsey

King John Williams II took the crown when he was only one day old.

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‘Millennium Times’ A Poem by Robert Turner

Robert Turner was Bobby, my granddad.  A miner in Murton Colliery, Durham for most of his life. He wrote this in 1999 in his late 60’s.  He enjoyed gardening, painting, writing and chess.  He also made the best tongue and philedelphia sandwiches.

Millennium Times

A hundred years of mining quests, the pit embers laid to rest.

Sleep ye seams which gave us life, but there was peril!  loss!  and strife.

Mining revelations near its ebb, no miners needed in the web.

No more sharpening of the picks, no more trimming of the wicks.

Into the Internet must we go?  What can it offer?  to and fro.

Then less we forget and without time, when we were further in the mine, as we bent beyond the gate, where the tree etchings, caught the lamp light wake.

Millenium of years when they were free, but now caught!  entombed!  like we.

But yesterdays history, now we are few, millenium bells ring in the new.

So miners rest ye weary souls, at least we get our share of the coals.

This was Bobby’s favourite song ‘Born Free’:

‘Born free and beauty surrounds you

Its time you look at a star

Stay free where no walls divide you

Your free as a roaring tide so theres no need to hide

Born free and life is worth living

But only worth living cause you are born freeeeeeee!!!!!!!XXXX’ 

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Clever GrizzliesX!?X*

Plastercine People.

Ive never suffered from a migraine.

In a Parisian bathroomX

If you know anything clever like this.  Please let me know.

Love from HanoiXXXXXX

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MAGIC CHRISTMASX

A peaceful and Merry Christmas to you all

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MARIJUANA according to NOAM CHOMSKY

Dear Blogger and friend,

Noam Chomsky is ‘the most important intellectual alive’ New York Times

Be free, never believe the hype.

PeaceXXXXX

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THE ARCADE FIRE

Then on a boat, I hear these words and realise popular music is not dead:

My body is a cage – The Arcade Fire

‘My body is a cage that keeps me
From dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key

I’m standing on a stage
Of fear and self-doubt
It’s a hollow play
But they’ll clap anyway

You’re standing next to me
My mind holds the key

I’m living in an age
That calls darkness light
Though my language is dead
Still the shapes fill my head

I’m living in an age
Whose name I don’t know
Though the fear keeps me moving
Still my heart beats so slow

My body is a cage
We take what we’re given
Just because you’ve forgotten
That don’t mean you’re forgiven

I’m living in an age
That screams my name at night
But when I get to the doorway
There’s no one in sight

Set my spirit free
Set my spirit free
Set my body free

From Canada

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In Watermelon Sugar – Richard Brautigan

‘In watermelon sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar.  I’ll tell you about it because I am here and you are distant.  Wherever you are, we must do the best we can.  It is so far to travel, and we have nothing here to travel, except watermelon sugar.  I hope this works out.’

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