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Life in the 15th Century

Okay. History can be interesting. It can also spark your muse and elicit a poem. This is information a friend sent to me, and I don't know where he got it, but it's rather fascinating. Hence the contest. Rhyme preferred, of course. Humor welcome.

(I originally allowed prewrites, but for some reason, people enter anything and everything and most of the poems have no relation to the contest at all.)




The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature, isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s in Merrie Olde England ...

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying: don't throw the baby out with the bath water.

Houses had thatched roofs -thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying: it's raining cats and dogs.

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying: dirt poor.

The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence the saying: a thresh hold.

(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme: peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.

Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon. They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave.

When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift) to listen for the bell. Thus, someone could be saved by the bell, or was considered a dead ringer.

And that's the truth. Now, whoever said history was boring?


Usual rules apply. Attention to spelling, grammar and punctuation is important.

Good luck and happy writing.


Contest is Over

  • Contest was judged on June 22
  • Rewards: Gold: 400, Silver: 100, Bronze: 50, Honorable mention: 3 people
  • Final notes:
    I must say that I was quite pleased with this batch of entries. It was obvious that each of you made a genuine effort to follow the rules and did a fairly good job in the main with your poems. There were a few minor errors, but all in all you all did quite well. As a matter of fact, I thought all of you did well enough that I added three Honorable Mentions (after a fierce battle with the site's software).

    Thanks to each of you who entered, and good luck with your writing in the future.

Contest Winners

  1. When I hear the kids complaining
    And they whisper woe-is-me,
    by Mercury Rising 74 lines, 5 comments, on May 30 5:33 PM. In Historical, Spoiled Modern Children
    Gold trophy winner
    • Commented on by judge. [remove]
  2. Mary sang of ring a ring o roses
    Silent bell her pocket full of posies,
    by capricornpoet 16 lines, 7 comments, on May 30 7:38 PM. In Thoughts, Contest
    Silver trophy winner
    • Commented on by judge. [remove]
  3. When I was young, in fourteen forty four,
    King Henry wasn't really fit to rule.
    by cricketjeff 40 lines, 10 comments, on Jun 11 2:56 PM. In Humour, Humor, Thoughts, History
    Bronze trophy winner
    • Commented on by judge. [remove]
  4. He watched her floating down the aisle.
    Twas such a perfect Autumn day;
    by GotLilt 34 lines, 2 comments, on Jun 6 9:42 AM. In Contest, Humor
    Honorable mention
    • Commented on by judge. [remove]
  5. In that old fifteenth century life
    One's life wasn't terribly nice
    by Keith 59 lines, 2 comments, on May 31 7:45 AM. In Humor, Society
    Honorable mention
    • Commented on by judge. [remove]
  6. Oh the fifteenth century was the beautiful life
    so simply survived without very much strife,
    by penman 30 lines, 2 comments, on May 30 1:37 PM. In Other
    Honorable mention
    • Commented on by judge. [remove]

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  • Mr Violet
    May 30
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    haha what a contest!


  • Melodies
    May 30
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    OHH OHH OHHHHHH! WOW! Loved the history lesson. Thank you!

  • Vera Rich gold member
    May 30
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    Wow!!! Folk-etymology at its most potent!!! In other words, even though it is (philologically) not true, it is the fruit of creative misunderstandings and insights.

    Rather like the small boy who said that an usher (at a wedding) is the person who walks up and down the aisles of the church, showing people to their seats "and if anyone makes row, he tells them to 'ush".

  • THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU... I so get a kick outta reading odd ball shit like that, the history they didn't spoonfeed you in school. read numerous books centered around this very thing only through the ages, all of it amused, most of it filtered out, some of it lingers, a few gems help garnish the muses gossamer. Salute to your and your intent!

    • ecrivain01
      June 21
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      Mille fois merci ...

      and I hope your sense of wonder never diminishes.

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