"...we should pass over all biographies of 'the good and the great,' while we search carefully the slight records of wretches who died in prison, in Bedlam, or upon the gallows."
~Edgar Allan Poe

Friday, July 31, 2015

Weekend Link Dump

This week's Link Dump is sponsored by the League of Vampire Kittens.

What the hell is the Jamestown Box?

Watch out for those ghost cars!

Watch out for those ghost bombers!

Watch out for those ghost phone calls!

Watch out for those Norwegian golf courses!

I know you've been longing to ask me to provide a list of people who had their heads stolen from their graves, so here you go.

A big game hunter is cursed.

Three wealthy New Yorkers are cursed.

If you go swimming in the River Nene, be aware that you may have company.

A bachelor woman's guide to throwing a party, 1896.

Paying tribute to philanthropic cats.

The famed "Corsican Fairy."

A saint's wandering bones.

The legend of the Witches of Bakewell.

Venus the Gypsy.

Complaining about Lincoln's funeral.

Unearthing a mysterious ancient tragedy.

Shorter version:  Britain is weird.

The time when Paris was like something from Edgar Allan Poe.

Hard times in medieval Jewish Norwich.

Not the Richard Burton who was an actor.  Not the Richard Burton who was an explorer.  The Richard Burton who was Henry VI's cook.

Bulgaria's ancient Valley of the Kings.

Rediscovering ancient Amazon cities.

More pushing back human history.

A horrific 19th century murder of a family.

Why 1759 was the "wonderful year."

The splendid hats of San Quentin.

Traveling through the electronic fog.

The life of Marguerite, 14th century queen of England.

Some "drunk and riotous" Victorian women.

The "Tigress of Forli," who surely deserved that nickname.

Are most ghosts men who died violently?

The sad tale of a drunken rhino.

An ancient Roman birthday party invitation.

Have we found the Goldilocks planet?

If E.T. phones your home, don't answer.

Henry VIII's black trumpeter asks for a raise.

Blessing cars and eating oysters:  The joys of St. James Day.

Popular sympathy for a cold-blooded murderer.

The secret American military cemetery.

And, finally, I'm sharing this in the hope that "Drunk as a frog-throwing parson" becomes the next big internet phrase:

And that wraps up our week. I'll be back on Monday, with the story of one woman's amazing battle to get her hands on $7,000 worth of life insurance. In the meantime, here's an all-time favorite of mine:

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