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February 9, 2013

8 Days Left To Enter! 4 Entries So Far! “There Be Dragons Here” Writing Contest

by darkjade68

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February 9, 2013

Mummers ,,New Forest

by cobbies69

Sunday 10th February 2013

mummers  plural of mum·mer (Noun)

1. An actor in a traditional masked mime,esp, of a type associated with Christmas and popular in England in the 18th and early 19th centuries.
2. A pantomimist.

Mummers Plays (also known as mumming) are seasonal folk plays performed by troupes of actors known as mummers or guisers (or by local names such as rhymers, pace-eggers, soulers, tipteerers, galoshins, guysers, and so on), originally from the British Isles , but later in other parts of the world. They are sometimes performed in the street but more usually as house-to-house visits and in public houses. Although the term mummers has been used since medieval times, no play scripts or performance details survive from that era, and the term may have been used loosely to describe performers of several different kinds. Mumming may have precedents in German and French carnival customs, with rare but close parallels also in late medieval England.

The earliest evidence of mummers’ plays as they are known today (usually involving a magical cure by a quack doctor) is from the mid to late 18th century. Mumming plays should not be confused with the earlier mystery plays.

New Forest

Mummers and “guisers” (performers in disguise) can be traced back at least to the Middle
Ages in Great Britain and Ireland, though when the term “mummer” appears in ancient
manuscripts it is rarely clear what sort of performance was involved. A key element was
visiting people in disguise at Christmas. De Cresigny and Hutchinson note that ‘There is still
one band of mummers, worthy of the name, which performs scraps from what were once
mystery or morality plays’ in the New Forest in the late nineteenth century.49
Writing in 1996, Dr Eric Jones-Evans recalled the arrival of the East Boldre Mummers to
give their Christmas play in the Royal Oak, at Hilltop in Beaulieu in 1924. At that time

Jones-Evans records that he was of the opinion that Mummers no longer performed in
Hampshire, and was delighted to see the East Boldre players perform on a wintry Christmas
He describes how, when the pub had filled with customers, full of the goodwill of the
season, the Mummers arrived ‘from East Boldre in a horse-drawn covered cart. Dressed in
garish costumes made from coloured crepe paper that concealed their ordinary attire, and
with blackened faces, they trooped into the crowded bar-parlour to strains of

“The First Noel”
50 Original Mummers plays were folk dramas based on the legend of St. George and the Seven
Champions of Christendom. They were originally mime shows (thus ‘Mummers’ from the
Middle English word mum, meaning silent.) where all the performers were disguised and
known as ‘Guisers’. The principal characters are St. George, Captain Slasher, The Turkish
Knight, The King of Egypt, a doctor and several men-at-arms who challenge St. George to a
duel and are subsequently slain. The Doctor enters and demonstrates his skill by
resuscitating the dead knights.
All the characters were played by men who kept the same part for many years. Eventually,
dialogue was added, but was passed on by word-of-mouth. Thus, by the time that Jones-
Evans recalled the play, St George had been transformed into King George and the Turkish
Knight, combined with the men-at-arms, had become two ‘Turkey Snipes’. After the
resurrection of one of the Turkey Snipes, the audience was enjoined by King George to
contribute ‘A few ‘alfpennies (apenny)  an’ pennies (to) buy us some beer’ and the evening ended with
‘carols, comic songs and old music hall numbers – the audience joining in with gusto’, as well
as bread, cheese and ale for the Mummers.

In my days of youth in my village, I experienced these street players regularly. In Spring they just came of the woodwork and appeared,, Morris Dancers,, and then interrupt us while having a quiet drink in the local pub.. They were actually quite fun, although not my thing. But they never failed to draw an audience. I did not know of the name Mummer’s until many years later.

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February 9, 2013

Footprints – Part X

by Gaston Prereth

Hi everyone, I just wanted to apologise for the delay in this instalment of Footprints. Unfortunately circumstances outside of my control meant I couldn’t post last week. Hopefully the week break hasn’t lost your interest and you enjoy this chapter as much as the others. I’d also just like to mention that I will be drawing this serial to a conclusion soon. The aim is for it to be about 15 chapters long, just in case any of you were wondering how much longer I was going to ramble on for.  As always, comments are very welcome, I’d love to know how you are finding this short story, and every ‘Like’ also makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.

I hope you enjoy.

A mass of nervous faces stared at the Deacon. Despite the vast number of people collecting in the large building, the Deacon noted how quiet they were. No one was talking. There weren’t any angry shouts or accusations. There were just the empty sounds of shuffling feet and the scraping of chairs. He licked his lips under the cowl of his habit and then turned to the other monks who were stood in a huddle by the alter.
“I want you all to keep your hoods up,” he said to the faceless men that looked back at him. He could see them shifting from foot to foot and a couple of them were ringing their hands together in short sharp twists. Only one was stood perfectly still with his arms slotted against his flanks. The Deacon gave him a nod and turned away from the rest. The figure stepped towards him with the efficiency of a sliding door.

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