Friday, June 23, 2017

Weekend Link Dump



The first Link Dump of summer 2017 is sponsored by--of course--the Cats of Summer!










Watch out for those tree-felling ghosts!

Watch out for the Shadow People!

An attempted assassination of Robespierre.

An 18th century woman's search for a husband.

Gotta love those Victorian urban legends.

Medieval bastards.

The king's architect.

Why fairies don't like iron.

A haunted Australian road.

The case for 19th century whiskers.

The "kiss of death," in every sense.

The vicarage murderer.

The Love Hotel Murders.

Beatrix Potter's secret journal.

On the hazards of trying to marry a ghost.

Uncovering the identity of a very mysterious murder victim.

A Frenchman who wrote westerns.

Mercy Otis Warren and the American Revolution.

A look at Regency-era Manchester.

The revolutionary power of baking powder.

People have been eating cheese much earlier than we thought.

Mark Twain's favorite fruit.

The Victorian craze for violets.

Personally, I'd rather work around ghosts than children, but maybe that's just me.

This week's Advice From Thomas Morris:  How not to treat constipation.

On the other hand, here's what to do with champagne!

A house where Edgar Allan Poe once lived.

The terrifying Beast of the Gevaudan.

Kurt Russell and UFOs.

The woman who survived her own execution.

The Chinatown Trunk Murder.

God bless America.

Long-lost messages in bottles.

Rachel Jackson, the unfortunate almost-First-Lady.

The dreams of Herr Wesermann.

This week in Russian Weird:  Let's talk Stinking Siberian Mystery Beasts.

And that's all, folks!  See you on Monday, when we'll look at a notorious 19th century disappearance.  In the meantime, here's our video for the week.  The popular Latvian folk tune "Sasala Jurina" ("The Sea Froze") is one of my favorite songs, and Folkvakars does my favorite version of it.  However, I was pretty disgusted that it has--last I checked--only a lousy 196 hits.  So, maybe we can bump up the count a bit?




1 comment:

  1. Ah, the cats of summer. I guess I always had the lyrics of Henley's song wrong...

    And as for the stinking Siberian mystery beast: when it comes to releasing anthrax, we don't need no stinkin' Siberian mystery beasts!

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