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Frieda/Prisca as St Prisca

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Prisca was a virgin martyr.
She was also my maternal grand-mother, née Frieda and renamed Prisca.
She was not overly fond of people but adored me, her only grand-child.

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Roland François Lack as Saint Jerome

Roland François Lack's birthday is on Saint Jerome's day. Saint Jerome was the translator of the bible. He is also the one who removed a thorn from a lion's foot, said lion becoming a faithful friend thereafter. An intellectual, Saint Jerome's cutting wit made him not always that popular with his fellow scholars/monks. As he was profoundly absent minded, and one assumes short sighted, his 'friends' decided to get back at him by planting a blue dress in his room. Next morning, Saint Jerome dressed in a hurry to go to mass, flinging on the first clothes he could find (one again concludes that tidiness was not his forte) and ran to church wearing the dress, whilst all the other monks snickered. RF Lack told me that the reason the lions in Trafalgar square look a bit weird is that the sculptor, Landseer, modelled their bodies on a cat for want of a better model. He sadly cannot recall where he heard this information so i cannot verify it. Now RF

Louis Figgis as Saint Louis

5x7 inches Saint Louis was Louis the IX of France. The only canonised French king, he was born on the 25th April 1214, died in 1270 and was canonised in 1297. His feast day is the 25th of August and he is the patron saint of France, hairdressers and embroiderers. He was a crusader and died during his second crusade outside Tunis, some say of bubonic plague, others dysentery. Saint Louis established the Sorbonne University and commissioned the Sainte-Chapelle on the Ile de la Cité in Paris where the crown of thorns is housed. The Sainte-Chapelle is my first 'wow' moment as a child when I saw it. Aged 10 my grand-parents took me on a trip to Paris where amongst other things I got frowned at by choir boys whilst eating the biggest lolly-pop ever in Notre-Dame. Having over the years been reluctantly dragged to many a Romanesque church as part of my cultural formation, the Gothic splendour of the Sainte-Chapelle took my by surprise. On the other island in the Seine, t

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