#OnThisDay, 1771, #DorothyWordsworth is born - 250 yrs ago. Nature writer, travel writer, diarist, poet.
In 1793 she writes to her best friend Jane 'Oh how I long for a Christmas fire-side, surrounded by a circle of my old Friends and companions.'
#DW250#DecemberWithDorothy
A week after #EasterSunday 1834 DW wrote a long poem ‘Lines written (rather say begun) on the morning of Sunday April 6th, the third approach of spring-time since my illness began. It was a morning of surpassing beauty’ #DorothyWordsworth#Poetry#Spring#DisabilityHistory
This isn’t even controversial
Dogs on leads at lambing time (unless in a suitable place like your own garden) for their sake, and the pregnant and newborn sheep and cattle and ground-nesting birds
For everyone’s sake, please use a lead
@ace_national As Anthony Capildeo writes in one of their amazing commissioned poems:
'October was one month
Or three, I tell you; November, a road.
My feet set down December. Crip time’s betrothed.'
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#DW250#DW252#ThanksToYou
#DW250 is running on #DorothyWordsworthTime (a waterlogged variety of #criptime) but we're enormously grateful to the support of @ace_national, particularly in funding disabled creatives & disabled stories. More coming for DW252 in December! #ThanksToYou https://t.co/ncJZyEdgNP
A #DorothyWordsworth-adjacent history here too - Nelly Rawson was married to John Rawson, the brother of William Rawson, who Dorothy's 'aunt' Elizabeth Threlkeld had married in 1791. DW visited Aunt Rawson in Halifax several times over the years. #DW250
1 January 1824
"Mrs. Rawson of Stoney-Royde called at 1 50/60 and staid 1/4 hour — went down to her immediately"
A rare visit of old Mrs Nelly Rawson, aet 70 here, to #AnneLister at #ShibdenHall.
Anne usually visited HER at Stoney Royd, now demolished, part of cemetery.
#Halifax
‘My Brothers & I again went upon the water….we landed upon the Island where I saw the whitest Hawthorn I have seen this year’ and ‘wild roses in the hedges’ (Dorothy Wordsworth, June 1800, Grasmere Journals) #LiteraryLandscapes#JuneinLiterature
William and Dorothy Wordsworth loved walking up Loughrigg. So next week we're going in their footsteps to read some poetry at the summit. 10am on Thurs June 15. Who's joining us?
#StMarksEve is on 24 April & is a spooky cousin of Halloween. If you are brave enough to hang out on your local church porch from 11 pm to 1 am, you will see a procession of wraiths, being those fated to die in the coming year. Stay awake or you may join them! #FairytaleTuesday
In her poem, the longing to be out in the air that she admits in her journal, is turned into the stoic acceptance expected of pious disabled people - a warning also not to read poems as simple records of lives or feelings. #DisabilityHistory#DW250#DorothyWordsworth#Romanticism
A week after #EasterSunday 1834 DW wrote a long poem ‘Lines written (rather say begun) on the morning of Sunday April 6th, the third approach of spring-time since my illness began. It was a morning of surpassing beauty’ #DorothyWordsworth#Poetry#Spring#DisabilityHistory
She wants to believe 'the body's gentle slow decay' is a 'warning mercifully sent', from which she can grow spiritually but also live better with her illness 'to fix my hopes upon a surer stay' by heeding her body's needs. #DisabilityHistory#DW250#DorothyWordsworth#Romanticism