So. In the midst of my internets history lesson, I came across this brief timeline of British rule:
1066 - 1154 The Normans
1154 - 1216 The Angevins
(The first Plantagenet kings)
1216 - 1399 Plantagenets
1399 - 1461 The House of Lancaster
1461 - 1485 The House of York
1485 -1603 The Tudors
1603 - 1649 and 1660 - 1714 The Stuarts
1714 -1901 The House of Hanovarians
1901 -1910 and 1910 - Today Saxe-Coburg-Gotha and The Windsors
My eyes settled on The Plantagenets. Strange name. Never heard of this family or tribe or whatever they were. Or if I had, it hadn't sunk in. But I corralled my impulse to go down yet another wormhole of TMI and instead resumed watching my movie.
Fast forward to later that night. I'm in bed reading my latest novel, The Quincunx, set during early 1800's England. About 30 minutes into my reading I come across the following description,
"My own people, the Bellringers, he went on with considerable bitterness, are connected with some of the most ancient families in the kingdom. The blood of the Plantagenets runs in my veins."
Bizarre coincidence or mystical synchronicity? Maybe not so bizarre considering my interest in early England, both in novels and film. But to have researched the who's who of the British throne the same morning as the Quincunx paragraph the very same night? (I'm typically not that industrious).
I think that is eerily weird. And as I've said before, this kind of synchronicity isn't all that unusual with me. It happens once or twice a month.
My husband, Sam, told me he doesn't want to hear any more of my mysterious mind events until they involve a long string of numbers. As in lottery winning numbers.
But of course I have to share. So the next day (this evening), I tell Sam my latest happening. And I give him the background of the rulers pre-Plantagenets, the Normans and the Angevins by way of timeline.
To which he gets a strange look on his face.
You're not going to believe this, he says.
This morning he had randomly picked up a National Geographic in a friend's living room and what does he read? A piece about historians' increasing understanding of the early Anglo Saxons, the early Angiven people, the Normans and ... Ok, no, not the Plantagenets. He doesn't recall reading that name.
But still. The Plantagenets were direct decendants of the Angivens.
Maybe not all that freakish, but pretty dang close, right? Random National Geographic read during a random day of waiting on an inspector in a random living room.
So what do you think, reader? Do I have some kind of special extra-sensory power I should try to harness? Or are we just a couple of nerdy, boring Anglophiles who read too much?
11 comments:
All. The. Time.
Just had it happen with the word twitterpated!!
It really is a small world and there are some interesting connections all the time.
What Jenn said. I think it's a question of being receptive and inquisitive - once you spot a Plantagenet, they're all over the place.
I've had a similar situation come up lately with Robert Fortune...he's everywhere I go.
Not all the time, but it happens to me. It's more usual to occur when I've baked a cake for the kids to come round. Spooky!
It does happen to me, too. My sister and I have had many of those connections.
This kind of thing happens to me all the time!! It's weird!!
If you like novels about British history, and especially the Plantagenets, you might like an old novel that's been re-issued recently, by the author Anya Seton, titled "Katharine." It's about the woman who was the mistress of John of Lancaster.
As a young teen, I used to check Anya Seton's historical novels out of the library and they furthered my education in two important areas - British and American history, and SEX!
Oh, shoot - that anonymous was me - Aunt Snow. I don't know why it's postint as anonymous.
I do think once you notice something for the first time, you then are more likely to be attuned to it when it crops up elsewhere--WHICH MEANS OF COURSE YOU'RE PSYCHIC!
It's testament to my geeky reading habits and love of Ye Olde England that I've known of the Plantagenets for decades. That said, I still, after eleven years, sometimes struggle to find the campus where I teach. It all evens out.
As Alice said, curiouser and curiouser. :)
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