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Jack the Ripper case looked into

It is an old chestnut of a case with no real new evidence introduced since 1888 between August and November of that said year. Some 50 suspects gathered by Chief Inspector Frederick Abberline of London Met Police and his team of detectives. White chapel area of the city of London in 1888 was a slum housing area of so many different communities including seaman rest homes and butchers shops with a large population of prostitute and pimps.It was jack the lad land and gangsters on the prowl. The poor lived there and close was the human bond in most circles. It was near the London Docks and so had a vast collection of foreign visitors many sailors from all over the world.

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In this case we look only at the top 5 suspects as to go through police files it becomes very clear that they just did not have a single clue to base a case on someone. Anybody.
I was before modern technology began and so only witness work was the way to progress save that no witness lived. Who ever Jack the Ripper was he was quick able and darkly covered to vanish. It indicates an athletic man with basic knowledge at least of surgery.
First in the frame of really could be Jack is Doctor Francis Tumblety. An American Irish no body as he invented his medical rank. A seller of cheap medicine at as a cure for all ailments.He dealt in New York as a herbalist. In 1888 he was in London and lived in Whitechapel area. in his New York home he did have jars of female uterus stored in spirits as part of his organ collection. We have proof he added to this over time first shown in November 1888 outside his stall selling potions.
Police had him on a gross indecency charge but it was not enough to have him sent back for trail when he jumped bail and ran back to New York. He was a lover of young men in time when it was illegal and we know he hated women as they stole his love from him. His love a 19 year old male.
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Next came a Polish hairdresser in Whitechapel. One Aaron Kosminski 11th September 1865- march 24th 1919. he went raving mad and eventually was placed in a hospital for mental patients. Police thought he was Jack the Ripper on these grounds alone. yet they say now that a shawl belonging to one of the victims under DNA proved kosminshi was her killer. I say after 131 years no.  Corruption took place. The wool shoulder cloth called a shawl in the hands of many over this time in police care may have been contaminated easily. Saying this it shoves to dagger nearer to this Polish mad barber.

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Third in the line up is Walter Sickert who really could have been the serial killer but no real evidence could be brought to prove he was. For the police this man was the top suspect for years. Yet again no proof came to light.

Then a German seaman called Carl Feigenbaum He had been in the area of the murders in Whitechapel in London and covers all points. He was convicted of murder of a woman and sentenced in Sing Sing prison New York to the electric chair in 1894 to death. His own lawyer William Lawton believed firmly that his client was jack the Ripper.

Lastly we arrive at a Royal physician one Sir William Withy Gull 31st December 1816-29th January 1890. He served Queen Victoria but police found him wandering in white chapel and made it an investigation. Local gossip fast to talk and out it came as the Queens doctor is Jack the Ripper. No real proof in this case as Sir William may well have been seeing a sex worker and shamed in the act.

images_051Face of Mary Kelly, the last victim.

in the murders on that year only that of Elizabeth Stride is different and now it is thought she was killed not by jack the Ripper. She may have been victim to her husbands drunken temper finding her on the game.

images_021 Victims of the Ripper E. Stride her throat cut her body so badly destroyed I decided not to use that photo.

Not one of the many suspects had enough motive or facts to arrest even one of them. They could not solve this case with whole of the London Police department after this killer in 1888 so now it beyond solving it is history only. A mystery forever.

images_034Francis Tumblety

I read of a man who claimed that one of the Rippers victims one Mary Kelly Jacks last victim was in fact AKA Elizabeth Weston- Davies grandmother to Doctor Wynn Weston-Davies who had been brutally murdered by her own husband as she had betrayed the family and his reputation in law. The man is Francis Craig his book 2015 is a real jump to prove that his facts add up.

images_050 Carl the German jew, Sing  Sing prison photograph
Jack was the signed name on the letter sent to the police inviting them to find him. It is I think a petty stupid thing to do as a member of the public sent that in.
Then it was a reporter on the local newspaper that called him Jack the Ripper and so a legend was born from an evil serial murderer long dead and judged by his betters elsewhere.

mary_jane_kelly_mutilated_faceWhat was left of Mary Kelly after Jack the Ripper carved her up. The last victim and the worse crime ever. The cases saw he took heart liver and uterus out of all women that he murdered but here with his last victim he removed not just her organs but her face.
in a letter to a journalist George R Sims Police Chief Inspector Littlechild admitted in 1913 as a retied member of the London police force that Francis Tumbelty was the police top suspect after many interviews with him after capture for Gross indecency the police had enough on him try his case but he did a runner when he jumped bail and no way could they bring him back as he was changed at that stage with the lesser crime.
So we are left with two real suspects one as shown died by electric chair that other got way to New York. it is anybodies guess and this story will run on forever without any proof or conviction. I did hear that DNA may be found on a shawl that belonged to Mary Kelly that last victim but how sure are they that it was hers as all clothing covered in blood was burned later to prevent illness or rats.

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Whitechapel lane 2019 London, United Kingdom.

One name we can prove he was not Jack the Ripper was in fact Prince Albert Victor who was not in London but Scotland at Balmoral for two of the murders and on Crown duties for the rest of time in the frame outside of murders.

if this case could have been closed long ago I am sure it would have been so, it will go on and on without end, or result. a true mystery folks. Go with care for its still a jungle out there.

Yours Sir Kevin
copyright Kevin James Parr Bt 2019

The Garden.

Hail to thee,blithe spirit !Bird thou never wert, That from heaven,or near it,Pourest they full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

The lady Vita Sackville West set her sail to a forsaken estate in the lovely county of Kent. Her husband a dipolmat and author Harold Nicholson too had a part to play in his wifes adventure.

Born at Knole House,the largest home in the world, she the elder lost her inheritance owing to law .Her younger brother took the titles and the property and so left his sister Vita with nothing but a small allowance.

Determined to survive they bought Sissinghurst a fallen down ruin with one feature tower belonging to the old estate that was no longer in existence.

It took courage to effect that house and gardens and Vita shone brightly as her art was performed. Her famous moonlight white garden is a real artists design. She poured her self,her very soul into the build of that garden. It has been copied all over the world by lesser mortals. Her genius shown only in the original.

On saying this I must be fair as one knows she made at least two visits to the already established gardens of Hidcote by creator owner Major Lawrence Johnston.

Vita took many ideas from him and his work. Hedged rooms and vista drives were not Vitas ideas at all. Much of older gardens are echoed in her design. What they accomplished was amazing and Sissinghurst deserves the awards it has in visitor figures as a top set of gardens I so agree.It was laid out as she wanted it and her magic began to be seen.

Hidcote is perhaps a greater set of gardens in some ways but then its creator as true art design master had the money where it was easier to do what comes in to ones head. Vita eventually had poems published and income was made to expand her ideals . She loved plants .Roses and Iris her favorites Id say. Her husband the classical straight drives and statues to Vitas soft borders and gay abandon of an almost cottage style garden maker formed her style.

When she had a gazebo built and draped that rose rambler Mulliganii spread over it something happened and she saw it as it happened. The green turns to white and a white garden any time looks good but see Vitas white garden in the moonlight to know what a gal she was. I was lucky to see it in full swing.

Never so sure of her self she meet Virginia Wolfe as a writer far greater than herself and she went to see her to learn .They had an affair that lasted until Wolfe drown herself, her mind in upset stammer. Poor Vita was so broken but Harold seemed to settle her mind down over time. He must have loved her well to accept that he came second in her life.

What a gardener is must be what Vita was .Determination to succeed was her drive .Art was her gift and imagination all gardeners must be born with to achieve not just a garden but a masterpiece. A sort of living painting of another more peaceful, delightful world. An escape from many things a mind can hold .

I listened to her read from her poem entitled The Land. Her velvet smooth but carved out words in that ruler of old world truth hit me as my great aunts had done with something in a woman I admire. That English inner strength and forthright moral courage that must be seen as almost powerful though never severe . Her voice is a thing no longer heard in todays world.In this I point not to her alone but to her sex of femine knowing and ability to be heard. In this Vita had the passion of a writer along with the land she loved called England.

It was in the 1950s I first heard her speak and I just had to listen it was that kind of voice that offered education to a young lad, wet behind the ears, and a garden lover from birth. Desperate to gain a single fact .Delight in words and learn of plant names all filled a boys willing mind.

Like Monty Don I can say I have visited many gardens 100s of them all over this being my take of a arched tunnel deer proof passage unto another garden room.

Europe and Vita garden still holds my heart. Sissinghurst has not the grandour of Tivilli or The gardens at Versailes nor the coves of Alsatia and the India gardens of Tajmahal .But in its simple glory it is a pallet of an artist from deep down in her soul. It is real and living. All else as lovely as it is is really not alive in quite the same way. Just thought I had to say all this no matter what. Vita was the survivor in the end. Her work serves for ever as long as England shall live to remind of us who she was .Now that is power my friends .To leave this world with a message and a gift her soul may rest in peace. Or is she still wandering around her plot .Observing the many 1000s of interested mortals .Who knows?

Hidcote was part of her plan to build in her style as new garden owner Vita had to see what all where up to before ever starting on her ruin lands and home.

From the bathing pool she took her round hedge lawn idea from.


But we all do this in our dreams and thoughts hopes and desires .Only some of us make it work in the end. For Vita her own idea over shadows all .Here her white garden was her most iconic idea.

The White garden Sissinghurst castle Kent England. Complete the work of Lady Vita Sackville West . Must be seen and scent remembered as no photo does it full justice. Vita came to call it her moonlight garden .The white shades of flowers in bloom on a soft warm summer night of a full moon and clear sky tell of the tales of Omar Kyam and the mind travels back in time on an English dream of scented linen whites and magic in the air we breath .It has been copied all over this world .Iconic power to influence the gardener in us all. Then not one can capture the simple magic this garden weaves .

Vita died as she lived trowel in hand and plants in her mind. March 9th 1892 ,June 2nd 1962.

Thank you all for your support .Sir Kevin. G-d bless us all.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2021

Hero on a stolen horse

The wind was a gust of magic over the sweet warmth of a scented night. He lay outstretched in the King of Englands stables in his native France. The hay so warm ,his mistress fair in his arms . The snort of a brood mare with her foal warmed young Claude that someone was near by and he melted away as the groom walked to see the mare was happy to spend a night in a loose box with her charge.

It was next morning as he saddled the Prince of Englands horse. Proud Charles had escaped the claws of Puritan England .Cromwell had missed him in his search to find the youth . Here in France with his retinue of followers in the house of Versailles he had nothing but charity to live on. Claude had risen form nothing to be a footman in the service of Royal England in form of Charles himself.

The Royal had promised all that when he was King he would pay all debts with English gold. Claude was his loyal servant but he had not been paid since starting service with the English Prince Charles. Like so many others he heard only promises and illusions of great grand measure passed as nothing but hunger and cast down eyes. The glory of working for Royal Charles was all it was. Some had indeed seen the light and vanished into the night. Claude had grown up in the coastal Norman town of Domfront . His mother poor his father a miller but able to feed her family any way they could . This promise of riches drove him on as nothing else seemed on the cards just then. Domfront was either fish or barter. A small coast town not known for gentility or honesty

Claude had promised his mother to send home what he could from his wages but Claude soon found Royal Charles had no money at all only debts and his name got him by in life in the French court of his relative King Louis .

Mrs Duval had brought her son Claude up as a kind nature child who loved horses and farm work at the local employment needed from time to time .He also had a charm and a roving eye for the ladies.

Cromwell had died .The news filled the palace halls .The English had heard it too. Charles now wrote to the English Ambassador to see what could be a plan.It was 1659 two weeks after Cromwells death and eventually Prince Charles was heard and by 1660 he was crowned King in Westminster Abbey with all pomp and circumstance .His dead father had been executed in 1649 as a traitor and young King Charles 11 was careful not to follow suit.

Johnny Wilmot wrote ,Here lies a great and noble King whos promise none relied upon .He never did a foolish thing nor ever did a wise one.

It was said in the Kings company but Charles laughed at the truth that Wilmot had spoken.

Meanwhile Claude was constantly at the Kings door demanding his back pay .Charles sent many messages but never saw a soul he owned before becoming King .

Claude had no cash to go home to France he had sailed with the English back to London hoping for his job back as horse master. But all he got in London was a head cold . Pushed from pillar to post he sat hungry and still he hoped for pay from the King. Like so many he was cast aside and forgotten by Charles.

Claude had no choice his English was not that great his French accent strong. His fate was to steal a horse and escape .He held up a coach that was easy money and he was gracious and gentle in his robbery that his name was to carry back to King and council. From then he dressed in the finest fashions and booted he road armed with a small gang of musical soldiers . He played a flagulet a sort of modern day recorder very well indeed and he took it with him every place. They robbed many places around the Capital roads.

Duval with his polished French accent and gentlemany advance made him so admired by the ladies that his fame raced on before him. He was said to have been good looking smart and able with a passion for good horses and fast rides.

He is said to have stopped a carriage and on seeing a beautiful lady seated ,he,asked her husband if he may dance once with his wife. He aided her down on to the heath in the moonlight and even in ridding boots danced so lightly to the music played by this fellow robbers that the fair lady on return to her seat kissed Duval so lovingly that he spared her husbands purse and asked just for the price of music to be paid . One gold coin was handed over and Duval bowed and rode off at a gallop .

This story of truth raced all around the nation and Duval was made famous for his gentle ways and graceful manors. He had tried ahrd to see the King he had served but that old adage never rely on a Princes promise came back to haunt him now.

As all highway robbers Duval liked to spend his ill gotten gains in the Hole in the Wall tavern in London . One evening he was so drunk that the tip off by the bar man brought in the army who arrested him. He was executed at Tyburn and buried in Covent Garden chapel central isles in London.

Before the funeral he was laid out in the Tangiers Tavern by his friends who had somehow stolen or paid for his remains ,for those interested to see. Some 4000 ladies filed past his body in tears.It went on daily until a judge had to stop the never ending show of sorrow.

Duval became the Robin Hood of his day and is held in memory even today if the women by coach load who pay to be near his grave today are anything to go by.

In 1970s working in London I decided to visit The Hole in the wall in Chandos street. I saw before me a dark room full of Blackjack leather tankards and chair bench and tables of the period that nothing has changed since that fateful evening in January when Claude Duval was dragged to his death out of its doorway . Claude Duval 1643-1670. On his grave stone is an inscription that helps to sum up this man. “Here lies Du Val :Reader,if male thou art,look to thy purse;if female ,to thy heart .”

Thank you for reading. Yours always Sir Kevin.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2021

Seeing is believing.

It was summertime in 1978 The ride down the mountain side from the North Yorkshire town of Hawes rolled along down to the village of Ingleton where I had bought my first house. In the car with me my wife driving and we had been to see her mother in Wensleydale hospital. Although the summer day was lovely at 4.50 pm a sadness was lingering in our minds as her mother was on her last.

It was reaching the end of the mountain as we descended a large golden sun startled us as in the wrong place .We though it could be the moon nearing earth and a sort of panic transpired and the nearing sound on a wagon from Amy Road Stone quarry behind us seemed to be watching the disc in the sky too. Then it happened the disc flipped over to be a vast vessel glowing orange .It was in the shy and then so close to the car it was terrifying . A mirage as if loocking at an electric light bulb in a darkened cellar and the light goes off but you can still see it for many seconds unto eyes adjust. Well! that is what we saw.

Later we all agreed it was not earthly. Six cars one heavy goods wagon all sat in the village centre and talked it over . The ship was only seen when the sunlight hit a metal turret on top of a vast bowl. In this we saw portholes and still orange it drifted slowly down to the shore line of Morecambe Bay .It was now all silver as we drove down the slope we could see how big it was .If one can see a Rugby field it was perhaps three times as vast . Green lights came up in lines from the sea edge but as we came closer in that cars we could not see where under this flying town a hatch. However all green lights vanished inside the craft. At this it rose into the sky level with us and vanished. I think the speed so fast was the reason.

Next day a news paper published in Preston Lancashire England named Craven Herald and another named the Lancashire reporter I think . Lancaster Guardian had front page photo of what we had seen day prior. Clear as daylight and taken by a man in his garden in Lancaster area. Two days later all news print of that day Government took up. On Tv news it was called a hoax by James Callahans Labour Government. Then came the lists of people who had seen it so in comes the met office Raf and all said they had lost a weather balloon and it explained it as so many rang to tell them it landed in Morecambe Bay.

What utter sad lies as I witnessed that whole event and swear before my G-d that it was not just a space ship of alien advanced knowledge as we could not hope to emulate such a ship as we saw. It was a colony of travel on its way back home.If the green rods in lines drawn inside that craft was fuel for powering that vast ship and it was taken from our earth perhaps that is what we are .They come to refuel and ignore the slow pace of advanced cave men as much as we would ignore monkey in the jungle. If it was some sort of mineral energy it was powerful enough to set that ship in motion so fast it fooled my eyes as nothing I have seen or now could compare with it.

In writing this I hope others who know exactly what happened could contact me as once all the north of England talked about this .Now I maybe the last one living to have seen it. I am not a lair nor a fool I do not expect many to believe we are not alone in this space we live within. So it is aimed at the few that may be terrified to speak as I believe black cars black suits took charge of negatives and cameras of many you had sent in photos to Preston news publishers .In truth I contacted this said concern some years ago now and long after the dust had settled. The young lady who took my request from information checked records and came up with nothing .Said she would ask her boss and come right back to me.It never happened I hoped it would as to be wary of reprisals is one thing but Government hit squads may have made sure even micro film library records can be taken to stop us knowing .But then I do know as it was the most remembered day in my life and have have had some really important days to recall.

I know until you see such yourself jury will be out for you I understand. Only this I will say is we are a grain on salt on a farm yard floor. What a vast waste of space if we are an example of advanced life. We have not run that far from the caves we lived. Car is 130 years old out of date by far . Tv is perhaps our best and followed closely by telephone 100 years ago. We advanced in 40 million years is laughable .One sight of that ship confirmed it all to me You may well see yourself as happy and the best of best but that is normal . Having seen and observed for almost 6 minutes this event marked it out to me we are as far from that as we are from inventing time travel yet it must exist . How else can ships come through space at such speed from one side to another taking 3 months to our sixty years. A life time just trying to leave our own planet never mind that farthest oceans we can ever imagine .lands that man human has seen filled with highest order and technology so advanced we would be kept as pets or worse slaves .Yes in all the ages we still have not seen them only in few very important interludes .Bible is a book of aliens visits .One man taken for ride in the sky some 5000 years ago. A chariot of the Gods the Hebrews called it .The man came down unhurt said they showed him the world as it looked as a bowl of gruel(Porridge) Some USA space chap told us similar in the 1980s I think. Was it Alan Shepard .Cant say I am bothered as if they had the power of a peanut I may believe all they say. Man is his own fool if he cant see we are being lied to by the men in black space pilots are landing here under great duress Id say to simply refuel and be gone but as its all so mysterious to most of us any sight sighting of a dot in the sky brings out the many who make tv shows on the subject and I know they have not seen as clearly as we saw but want to believe we have billions of travel ships around just our universe, my mind is in orbit, think just how vast is space ?

Love never dies

Cold was the night and cruel was the wind that huddled under the house eaves of the roof. Rattling her windows and tormenting her mind .Unable to settle down to sleep. She arose and pulled back the curtains to see if the greenhouse still stood in place. To her disbelieve between that boundary border shrubs a man in his night cloths looked up at her. Smiling and moth like warm in the now pouring cold rain driven by winds it was him.

Then she woke up from the dream and there on her side table the photo of her dead husband smiled out of the silvered frame into her open eyes.

For Alice Dent nothing seemed fair .Nothing seemed real .She was a 34 Year old woman .Alone and pining for her husband who had passed over 3 years before.

Jim Dent had a car in bits hoping to find the time and the cash to restore the old British Jaguar that had sat in his garage too long. Alice had meet Jim at Adult college of mechanics as he took the class eager to know students . Basic car maintenance cost 45 pounds for 12 weeks one night a week lessons hands on course for absolute beginners.

Jim was 30 and single and was teaching to earn enough to restore his car. His real job was radio op in Kendal hospital. Not well paid but he loved it and the many listeners loved him too. The night class of 12 people of mostly under 40s included Alice Desensclane who wanted some knowledge of engines to fix her ever broken down Mini van made in 1965 and past its best.

The lessons came to be the best night in her week. Jim had sorted out her problems on the engine she had on bench he had showed the class how to find cause and how to fix the faults. She had picked it up faster than all the rest and felt a certain new confidence in doing so.

Jim had seen this and made another problem for her to find .He moved on to the next bench .A young man from Stavley village some way out of town. He found it beyond him and had really had enough .Jim started basic and slowly gave him head way. He knew Ted was not a mechanic but a law student with car problem but he deserved the best of his teacher for the price he had paid to attend. Jim gave this lad all his time that period and Alice alone felt she wanted him at her side. it suddenly came to her during a lesson weeks ahead that that wanting him near was nothing to do with his engines but because she had fallen deeply in love with the curly haired lovely man.

The course ended in test and Alice must act fast as she had known for five weeks her needs to have him hers. She just could not find a way to connect. She felt all pent up inside like pain dried up in excited panic showing a ship sailing smooth on top . Deep and lost she feared she must make her move or regret and be bitter. Results announced she had passed and marked top. It was a happy last day indeed for all had passed and all felt able. Jim shook hands with all and came to Alice who looked up into his eyes trying to open her lips to speak but words just remained unsaid .She felt the heat of his soul in that last hand shake. He had left the room and all stood around talking.Some giving contact numbers and her head was down .She said her goodbyes and then her phone rang. “Hello .” she uttered . Hello yourself its Jim. Fancy a coffee with me Alice.juts to say our farewells in private. ”

Alice froze solid it was her wish but no words came out. She struggled an OK and walked out of the room happy sad down cast unsure then before he stood smiling .He took her across the road from the college into a cafe where he ordered coffee and cakes.

She sat bolt upright trying to look relaxed . In less than a year they were married and Alice lived for him alone .Jim was an easy going man and she knew he adored her. He showed it in every way. That winter he restarted on the Jaguar and over two years worked on it. Alice loved to help and learned so much about that car that when he had finished he handed her the keys . For weekends they went summer driving her at the wheel on the way out Jim driving back home. Live was so sweet and easy in his care and he thought the world had granted hin an angel then it happened .

23rd November 2018 4.34pam . He had an early afternoon show on hospital radio and raced out to bus it home and gave Alice a ring on his phone. He did not see the car driven by a 14 year old thief that hit him and ran over him. He was dead on arrival at Lancaster Hospital.

Alice was taken by police to identify him as like Jim he had no wallet with him no identity only the number he was dialing gave police a clue . She screamed so loud when she saw his body so mangled so oily and torn. She had to be given shock treatment as she had lost her way in pain..

The man below her smiled up to her window and waved .Then vanished .Her dream was over so was her life as the pills she took had sat waiting for 3 years over due .

Her doctor signed her death certificate and Alice Dent was laid to rest next to her husband Jim in Saint Marys church yard Kendal Cumbria on the 9th of March 2021.

The mourners were few as Alice had not made many friends she was not that sort of girl .Jim knew this and they lived for each other said the Vicar as they lowered her down. Behind him stood a man in blue pyjamas hold close a lady in pink bed nighty .No one saw them watching but I did, rising from the grave behind them. Love never dies you see nor do we, only a door takes us into another world, a world that the living cant see or feel. Alice knows this now Jim could not wait to hold her again. How do I know, I am Jim.

It is my hope this short story is worthy of your read. G-d be with us all.

copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2021

The Maxwell Girl.

Some time ago I read an account of Robert Maxwell the financier and corporate business magnet who fell off his boat and died. His court hearing set up so well avoided. Maxwell had been able to steal his own workers pension funds among many other deals or nasty work he existed life on his terms beyond earthy justice . You will remember the case Im sure so no point in continuing part one of this case in question.

Ghisaliane Maxwell Roberts own daughter is spending years being held without trail in USA as a British subject is wrong. A typical American way of torture. Now devoid of any real acusal she is held on charges not brought. This is no good to her defense team as how to plan is impossible as they dont know what she is accused of.

The facts are Maxwell lived separately from her said lover Epstein who killed himself in jail cell by hanging to avoid being found guilty in child sex traffic business. Maxwell left her home in England to be with Eptein. Now facts are thin as to what transpired. Did Maxwell procure victims for Epstein rich customers to violate or is she an innocent in all of this.? The trial may come near sorting this out. Or not as maybe.

On the tape records of Epstein sex island show Prince Andrew,Donald Trump and sex fiend Bill Clinton enjoying a holiday. 3 men with absolutely nothing in common but on thing, sex with young girls, or why are they partying with sex trafficer on that mans private island. It makes no sense other than they paid to have sex. No other reason can there be. Not guests as business was Epsteins only way of life .He was a supplier of sex with young virginal girls.

Maxwell is photographed in the arms of Epstein yet she says she lived alone and not with him. He was not her lover so why was she there? Was she paid to do a job? What job was that one finds ones self wondering?

Was she a hostess , no not good enough in features perhaps. Was she a madam controlling the many captured young women? Was she a close friend of Epst? May be one or all of them. She knows in her own heart and trail may open this case right out or just use her as escape goat for Trump, Clinton and Prince Andrew, and others to walk freely out of this horrid consorted case of pure evil.

Maxwells brother may ride to his dear sisters rescue but what can he say he is not accused of ever being with Epstein . How can he know what transpired?

It is a nightmare for her lawyers and unjust to hold her and not grant bail. They need to accuse her or let her go. Not enough hear say or late acusal from female who say she was raped by her and Epstein. You cannot hold anyone on this bail must be. This all points to Yanks making her the only point to carry the case since Epstein is dead. As long as she is being held a prisoner over 2 years and longer held unlawfully by Yanks we know the intention is for her to die in custody or carry the can leaving all concerned to walk away un touched . Law must call Trump Clinton and Prince, randy, Andy to the stand and open the whole case before justice or never again hold heads up but in shame.

I am not declaring Maxwell innocent only justice is not here in this case she is the sacrificial lamb to hide the many twisted minded mob who used and paid Epstine for his services and record shows them all on that island with Geoffrey Epstine alone. No excuse can be accepted one cannot jail the only witness and hope she dies of same end as her boss, lover ,friend. I can bet many sit hoping that she will take her own life but my guess is she is a survivor and my hope is for the victims to win against the might of the establishment no matter how rich and protected they all are. Then see how guilty Maxwell is in compliance if nothing else. Her time held must go towards her sentence if ever there is one proclaimed.

A trial date has now been given for July .But will this be as i suspect another none starter no one called as witness as all could be found guilty of sex crimes with captive sex under aged victims and open a whole new bag of worms . My guess she something will happen between now and July as they cant afford her to take the stand in her defense as names will be mentioned by her defense. I think she has not a snow balls chance of freedom and 50 50 towards her arranged death. It is why the law has been broken to hold her so long. It is a set up ready to go into action. A time bomb ready to explode if not as Prince and ex Presidents head will roll and one knows justice will be done at last. Do I think justice exits in this singular case. I do not. Guilty or not she is English and must be sent home to be judged. Keeping her in a cell they say is filthy is the states duty to keep prison cells clean .it is an excuse used by Yanks who cannot will not hand us back the killer they shield who drove down a boy outside barracks who had no diplomatic immunity and fled by flight to America to hide from justice. Britain asked twice and told no. So we tell the lousy Yanks to ship this prisoner home or we cut off any contact with them as enemy number one. They owe billions and go around like sporing lions with no claws . Not the American public but their CiA and government. I say it is a criminal case of kidnapping a British subject and holding her until she dies without charging her covers all the sins of the rats and sinners who used children for sex. Maxwell may be innocent we cant say only a British legal system can judge her.

Thank you for reading my blogs again dear you.

Yours Sir Kevin.

Copyright kevinparr Bt 2021.

Maestro of my youth

The half moon hung like a silver slice of melon in a blackened ocean of sky. The hatch sprung open like a jack in the box of his youth and out from the depths he came.

“Master Christopher I believe.”?’ The fine fellow decreed.

The boy on the ships deck stood open mouthed as one catching flies. He replied by a slight nod of head but it seemed only to stun the speaker.

‘Cat had your tongue boy ?” He cried.

‘ No sir but in polite society dare I say best first to introduce ones self”

‘My my what a fiesty boy you are. Come come.Im Ranzifer Gosimaut of course .”He said in angered tone as one hurt at the boys ignorance to such a fellow as stood in charge.

“I am sorry but in all my toy box and books never heard of you. “relied the youth backing off as he said it.

The figure slid from the hatch and let it fall with a bang.

‘What in the name of Hadrian was that?” Screamed the latest arrival on deck. A small round little chap in a Tricorn hat and in hand a sword waving to all in introduction. .

‘ And who are you I demand? ‘Voiced the lad .

To this the sword waver bowed low ,as his hat fell of all could see that it was no more than the lost soul of the Captains cat himself. With some regard the cat looked up with moon sized eyes and smiled a cat like smile. My name is Beltain and im the one in your dream young Bob.”

At this the boy sprang up in his bed with a sinking feeling as the dream was so real. So vivid it haunted him for days . His mother was ill the maid had told him many tales to make him sleep and each one more vivid in his mind for ever welded.

He could make up a story in moments .Good easy beginning ,moving middle and excellent ending in six minutes of his tale you were hooked. His father wanted him in the family business which was light house designing and building but the boy now a youth was studying to take up law.

It was a rain cast day in Edinburgh At number 8 Howards Place in the gentlemans part of a velvet city and capital of Scotland . The boy had become a man but in not the best of health . He had passed the Bar exam to pass as a solicitor and this day he read the letter offering him work in England as a partner in a law practice. He was born 13th November 1850. He was to die on 3rd December 1894 on a far distant shore line.

He also had a short story published entitled The Squire De Malatrotts Door. A fine story in every way but alas too upmarket for the vast market of public need that existed then. He could tell a tale but decided he could not write one it seemed to him. Law hardly suited him but he gave his best.The cough was the real problem as it hurt him to stop when he had to.His chest you see had troubles. Or was it more that caused his pain. Father did not know and Bob did not complain

It was around the time of his next book that he went to see a top surgeon who told him it was his chest but start was the slower beat of his heart that was his cause. Young Robert had always felt ill .

Urged by his few friends to write a childrens tale .He talked with his publisher who told him to forget the high brow stuff carved from silky words and out of his educated mighty mind but what the reader wanted was gore and murder and filth.

Robert went home deluded .Sickly and weary with life.He sat down with his now wife to shut out all daylight .Next morning he took out a sheet of white paper and inked his nib to sit down and write in three days perhaps the most know book in history. Treasure Island .It hit the presses and has never been out of print.

He went on to give us Kidnapped and many more tales that trilled us as boys .He moved to a warmer place an island in the tropics but while opening a wine bottle for his guests in Somoa he had a sudden heart attack and died almost instantly. His name will live forever where British minds and manners meet. I give you Maestro- Robert Lewis Balfour Stephenson. But by now most of you have worked that out before hand. Robert Louis Stephenson was his writing name as he saw it. RLS to all of us

Thank you for reading my blogs

Yours with love Sir Kevin

copyright kevin Parr Bt 2021.

The need to know

As I have been a need to know person all my life so far I must tell you why we use so many words and ways of life that connect directly to our Roman occupiers some 2200 years ago.

We call the mile only because the Romans did. Mille passus is the distance in 1000 paces. How that works is measured from the left foot hitting the ground and is double paced but only count left foot beat to reach 100o paces and Rome placed a Mille stone in the ground in order to tell the army how far a day they needed to reach a point in how many days. So Mille passus is mile paces in corrupted English from Latin .The fact that Canada America England and Italy use miles as measurement of speed and walking distance. Even though the modern mention says Kilometer mille we forgive the inventor for lax on sense.

The pint of beer is also a measurement of jar set to drink from. They also gave us 3 types of beer. The strong first brewed the middle less strong and the small beer that children drank at about 2 percent. Well no one dared drink the water .

Even the words we use such as- Verbatim, Et cetera, ultimatum ,consensus , ego ,alibi ,bath , per diem, agenda, gratis, major and also Video which means I see . We could go on but you see my point pure Latin in our language of middle Germanic and Norman French with big slice of Viking in it makes raw middle English of the 13th century.

I read books on this subject in my teens by Professor Hall of Oxford university .Still in print and entitled Early Middle English . It covered how Saxons and Normans absorbed Latin in many ways but what emerged out of thousand years of French rule of Britain made peasants out of the Saxon farmers and village dwellers who made up code to talk in secret . Those forced to serve in houses of great lords learned the code and made from bits of each language and made up words too . If heard today we may recognize bits of English emerging in a hard gutteral form of German Saxon and base line Roman and two words of Viking Norse. The effect will astound the listener . It can be bought on tapes to listen to at home on line. Churchill himself read it along with the Rights of man be Tom Payne an English soldier who went to help the Americans win a victory over us. Not what Churchill wanted to know nor myself but Paynes book is something of good in reading.

What we know of todays modern English did not emerge as a spoken language for many decades from 1230 to around 1342. By this time it had became a national spoken language in essence. But not before the Victorians was it all as we know today. BBC made it world famous as did the empire of the East India trading Company did it spread as a world known. Then the internet is closing the gap as today even the jungle tribes men can converse in English. Not since Latin has a language become international as English is today .

It is a fine language now and one knows it is not as expressive as the French nor as forceful as the German descriptive but what it lacks it makes up for in easy relaxed ways .No male and female gravs a chair is just a chair. no sexual content exists in items or anything else but then boats are called she ? Because she carries and protects, obeys and assists in travel.No because of the bond that is formed a Brit will love his boat his car and so the loving word, She , can be applied. This is affection only and not to be confused with male and female in French.

I can place a hand across a brick and know I have 4 inch distance on hand spread out from wrist joint to start of finger joints . A grow mans foot size 10 is one foot in measurement. A hand to measure a horse to the withers (shoulders) is a hand open one on top of other. Each hand is the measurement of house say 14 hands is 14 open hand measurements. Invented to be easy for farm labour in the 10th century. I use it today. If in Metric say 5foor 4 inch .An inch is thumb joint of right hand from top to first joint. So back to Metric is 1.64592. What use is that to any one trying to cut timber with no ruler he is stuck.So dont camp out in forest with out having a ruler to measure the site.

Now Britain is back on its own changing all ,but laws, back to English perhaps its time to teach feet in inches and stop this crazy Metric nonsense. Metric is not British so why use it.

I hope I insult no one Im safe with The USA who refused Metric as rubbish and work in feet and inches to this very day.We are now working with USA on trade and not EU so best learn the real way to measure things and thank me later. It is a most English way of working . You can work out a size by looking at it really. Not in Metric as a 8 foot gate goes into so many numbers one cant visualize it. I have have proved this time after time in Europe and still its Metric in use. Ask them why ? All say because we are Europeans. Well! there is your answer .Britain is not Europe is it. Britain is getting back to be an island set in a silvered sea against the envy of all other nations.

SECTION OF A ROMAN ROAD STILL IN EXISTENCE IN THE ENGLISH LAKE DISTRICT AGED OVER 2200 YEARS. Many such have been motorway made over through out England but vestiges remain of what was Rome in its hey day.

I hope all found something in this blog that pleased them. I wrote it for myself alone but there we are its done.

Sir K says God be with us all.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2021

The Elgin Marbles

For many this is not a new story.The question is did Lord Elgin buy the marbles to save them from neglect and from the hands of looters as Greece at that time was in hands of Ottoman Empire. Prime Minsters of Britain have since the Greeks took back their nation demanded these ancient stones back. Each time failed as Elgin legally purchased the marbles from the Pathenon and so saved them from a fate of destruction or theft. It must be said Greece does not even now protect that great tiled floors that can be seen and fields left in semi ruin of sheer neglect .As old if not older than that marbles are and of historical value that mosaic floor that once had houses over them fell to bit because no one cared .The marbles would not be seen again if not taken by a museum that preserves history to the full.

The idiot political who write we must return marbles as we made Nazi looters hand back all stolen art work after last world war is suggesting we British are thieves. He should be jailed as a traitor having said enough to make me comment on his rant. I am happy to say marbles go back if Greeks can prove beyond doubt that they were looted by Lord Elgin.

I know that he took his time with authorities and obtained the rightful documents and paid from his own pocket a huge sum in those days to secure an ancient carved relief on to marble blocks .He donated them to National British Museum so did not profit from the deal .Therefore if Greece insists they must buy them back. As Greece is poor nation who will not pay back EU loans this is but another shake down by EU on Independent Great Britain. EU have no love for Greece who own them billions they are just using this to go against its old noble partner who had the audacity to leave EU far behind and not share the pay back of Greece massive debt.

Britain is free of that club now. EU worked against Britain last month too ,stopping all trade over internet with Britain and introducing taxation on parcels by way of Customs if you break the new laws . Lovely childish slap in the face again .One gets the feeling we are being hounded but as GK Chesterton said ,We are the people of England,and we have to spoken yet . Get the feeling that when we do, God help all who are against us .

Parcels and Marbles today we must wait to see what else is planed before we act as headless Europe needs strong leadership to protect us it is seen as a war zone through all time and we know who is called to sort it out dont we. Perhaps if it happens again we roll over in bed and ignore . Sad is the world that fights over greed and payback for merely stopping our subs in the club we have grown out of.

Boris has much to do to secure or waters and Marbles are not even an issue nor are the Falklands for that matter .I think Spain is next in line in EU plan of broad attack as it moves in the state of play of Gib and our legal ownership.

The EU is throwing in all it can as days go by it will act again against us. It show just how much they lost when we marched out really. They are in the last days before break up as who in right mind wants to stay in a vastly corrupted club of mad drunk leaders .

I predict that before long another nation will leave the house of cards and we must be ready to help who ever it is from the hounds of hell that dictate our plight now. I do not say a union of states of Europe is not a good idea .I thing it must be the only way ahead for all the nations including Britain to forge a deep bond with the United States of Europe. The EU it just cant be, we need a set of rules carved in the walls of justice and freedom for all.No money for membership not fat cringing leaders and drunks telling us how to trade. We do it ourselves and keep it clean ,protective and ship shape .Above all we trade with no boarders to stop us, no taxes for that fat boy to feed off. Ebay had the right idea but an old concept now we must learn another format in order to nail down the need for fair play.

Some one out in the lands of hope and freedom will hopefully read this and invent a way to progress in free unity bring down the walls of EU and making our own trade stand to help all nations prosper without listening to greedy idiots tell us what wine lake or salt heap or sugar mountain you need in your country . Freedom to think what business you may start is vital to life blood of a nation. Trade is the way ahead, keep it clean.

The Elgin Marbles belong to Britain so Eu can take us to court and loose its all

Enough .England freed Europe 3 times in history yet now we are called by names that are not deserved nor true. We pay for that things we have not thieve than as suggested by these mindless devils in the House that Duke of Wellington bought in 1815 after victory over Napoleon .The Duke was Europe in decay and so desired control of Europes debts and to assist those robbed of goods by French Empire and bandit leader. It was he that gave us United Europe not these greedy planers who today rule Brussels offices rebuilt .

God be with God save our Queen .

Yours Sir Kevin wishing you all my best wishes for a golden future .

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt March 20th 2021

Letter from Latvia

Here we are again. Snow unrelenting and minus 3c is normal ,well! for winter but not this far ahead into almost Springtime. Seems we are in for a much larger fall this coming weekend. All well and good but deer now attacking my evergreen hedges as no food elsewhere.

On the good side the British pound is creeping back up the stock markets slide. Euro edging back a bit helps all British pensioners abroad in EU nations, at long last. We can only wait to see what is happening as today the EU law prevents any trade with none EU nations but a blind man on a galloping horse can notice its directed at the gates of Britain really. A slap in the face with a iron handed glove . It means if we dare to trade on internet ,shipping by air plane or carrier it makes no matter. Deal with none Eu nations is a no no. Customs houses take charge of your order as it arrives and you are punished by taxation .This makes you ordered parcel a dead weight in customs charges and the extreme difficulty of paying any such tax will make you curse all day trying to connect with customs .

Otherwise it is a lock down until April 6th we are told may even be extended into June. We all have our feelings of time in chains because of this.

The roads are seriously deep in snow is more of a problem for progress it must be said than any lockdown.

On the positive side, and by God we need one ,we can shop but have to stand in line in real cold waiting to be allowed in like Noahs tale of woe. Once a place is made and in we go. Its business as usual but not if you wish to buy other than food items it is not. Tape closes of lines of white goods and household needs included. Just eatables on show can be purchased. Not much good if heart intent on replacement coffee mugs.

Cannot talk gardens as laughable it is I cant even see my work in such deep snow .Statues resemble mounds, hills more like perhaps comes to mind. Arches stand as frozen ice bound ships on a white sea of troubles melting into the far mists of fine snow; blown by the ice bound winds across the vanished horizon.

6 shillings and 8 pence ,half a silver mark, could not be more remembered than the winters here to the old brain of a man who can recall all that happens in man and time. The brain fed by the camera of the eyes will hope now for warm Spring so well deserved. But not a sign of a single snowdrop can i see above even the light fall of snow around apple trees in gardens .it is white out with no other way to say it.

This set out to tell the truth of situation but in end is what it is I fear a vista of Christmas card worth turning into a vast ocean of lifeless wasteland.

This is the down side if Northern Europe at a glance .Then in fairness this is the worse winter longest snow time but not as cold as some years. So I take that as a great plus as plants covered deep are safe from the rider with the whip of the King of ice in hand as from our Saxon Heritage and our Viking ancestors mingled in to the bloodline. Tales of Ice Kings told around the fires of our long dead would be told and children fear it until made warriors fearing nothing or nobody. No different than the Spartan training in fact.

Here in Lettland as my German readers call this land that was once that land of Letts and Balts that its history is vague as how Latvians appeared is a mystery .Unlike our British documented history ,not much relates to how this nation emerged from its dark ages. No real record exists. It is land taken by force many times in its past and recent past at that. More Russian than European in make up and Latvians love to dance and to party too like their old ancestors who ever they are.

Balts from Riga we know traded pots beaten from metal .Copper mostly.Amber too from its lovely coast line was traded with England back when Alfred was King. Then the British ships entered the port only with great difficulty as even our early naval men caused panic in the local tribes as something amazed them as so large and powerful in sail had them backing away.

Richard Chancellor sailed with three ships into river mouth of Riga but failed to pas through as river was blocked to ships of the size of 590 tons .A mere ferry today is many time larger. He sailed on to Achangel and made it before ice blocked him off. Ivan the Terrible was Tsar who tricked Chancellor into telling him how sails worked. Then Ivan arrested all the crews and took the ships into his name. Jailed all winter he killed the guards somehow and escaped to his ships and by time Ivan was woken all he could see was white sails far away across the ocean. England never again trusted trade with Russians. I must say the Latvians do not trade with them either and all love is lost in the matter of this subject.

Russians I have met hold the factor as found in all nations the good and the not so good exist. Most are good peoples but many are born Latvian and called Baltic Russians and they hate it ? Matters little to an educated person I suppose then no help is granted to these people ever being accepted as they are not allowed many things that native Latvians can boast of though in fact that is precious little compared with Britain .

I wish all of you safe passage through life and eyes on summer and freedom of passage granted from lockdowns. So bit more of what Latvia is in all seasons for those thinking of moving here. Summer is so golden we tend to forget who bad winters can be.

Herby I come to the end of my letter to all no matter where you are may your Gods go with you .

Yours as always God bless . Yours,Sir K.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt March 2021

Heart felt thoughts

I have had a short break from blogging on other maters in my life. My thoughts on news relate to the Harry Megan case. In no way do I wish to upset anyone in this blog. but I feel I need to say my piece.

The Royal family needed not this upset that in truth is a case that would affect and close family in the world if so happened in their circles. The same result would be present. The tabloids make it seem big news and sadden the members involved yo do not deserve the publicity unfounded.

Prince Charles who has been called all sorts on names had only love for his sons. Harry displayed revolt when he dressed in a Nazi officers uniform at fancy dress party he knew would be televised.

Saying that he served the nations as army officer and loved by his men he came out a brave and loyal serving officer. That is fact.

So what happened to him to say in a meeting with Ophra Winfrey who was called deluded by one investigator of consequence once and who now opened a bomb on Royal matters that have nothing to do with her .By inviting both Prince Henry using Harry as his call sign and together with his wife Megan Ohpra knew well what would transpire . Megan opened her heart like a non Royal leading Harry in full of her notions and ideals as a man in love to the full with his wife how could he avoid that leading questions that hurled at him. Harry on his own would never see his father suffer through an unloving sons words as came from Harrys mouth as it did next to Megan.

This actress of a woman pulled the racist card on Britain from day one . it is here I feel the tension as fate is carrying our Prince along so fast into another world of 1938. Edward the King ,now David the looser fell head line and sinker for the ugliest woman in the room . A two time married waste of time with Nazi links to Hitler. What followed once she had him hooked was similar to what David stooped to in her defense as Harry is falling into now. From totally different back grounds Megan is denouncing Harrys closest family .It is what Wallace Simpson did . In Edward a cruel steak existed it can be said he had a week brother who suffered what we call today Autism. The brother died early and Edward told all he would not attend the funeral of what he called an animal. His poor brother had so much love for all but his problems in health was non of his making. Edward was never a King but a fob of man who dressed well and took full advantage of many women with giving a care for his actions .

Harry is not that man and never could be. In Megan he has a mother he lost early in his being .He has a wife he loves and she is the mind that wants him at her level only .Therefore he was to be taught to worship her and forget all he loved before. She is an actress who knows just how to press the buttons and in that she repeats history as Wallace Did to David.

interesting fact Wallace led the wild life in marriage leaving David at home on orders to get drunk she tripped the lime light in club land. David had lost her he was fully aware he lived alone .At end of his life he was filled with anger and remorse and sadness .She cared not he still loved her but could not have her he knew it. A woman how had her way and ruined a man.Then David was deserved of her really.

Prince Harry is not so rigged and warped as his relative. He is an innocent trapped in a union that truly cares about him but will not allow him to be under any influence than hers . Her own father knows her ways and must feel as hurt as Prince Charles must surely do in this singular matter. The Queen at her age needs none of its betrayal . I cannot speak for her but see her as human being with feelings too.

Where is it all going is anyones guess but it is going some place for certain. Will it bring down the walls of Windsor castle .Not a chance of that happening . They will drift off into what ever way they wish for. Time and history will forget them I only hope love keeps them strong as Megan has her way and now the curtains close on then both. They will become old news soon enough as the last cannon is surely fired they sail off into the sea of no return as it stands for there is no way back for Prince Harry thanks to one actress who came to Harry as he came to her. Love story in making but Megan demanded far more than Harry ever wanted to yield ,if truth be told

A family matter that has entered the very fabric of our history page of todays world that will pass into the next and beyond as time and tides go by. Will it matter to the daily life of public needs or upset the nation.The answer must be no it will not . it will affect the saddest way to the Firm and a loyal Queen as head of it.

Only the press now will carry the torture of a aged monarch ,the Future King and Prince William ,as any news will pay them to publish caring not about that damage that may came from publishing a dragged out story of ruined worth .

I only hope sense will prevail and on all sides and news stops on this story will be an act of kindness to allow perhaps more than just fade way but a time for healing that may come from it .Out of sight out of mind but love family love is involved into this story too

You may say ,and you would be right, that any Royal news makes top billing in news papers unless something bigger like war happens one will read of Royal matters for years in news. Then if it happened in your family son marries a none white who is pregnant and she wants him to never return to his world of family. As a parent, a brother of said son would you not be concerned and hurt if said son talks behind your back of family as horrors that ruined his life. Would you be hurt . One says yes ,terrible hurt and sorrow for many years to come.

One may now understand how the house of Windsor feels after that evil interview with a tv woman that worked hard to push a story to the world of magnitude and sadness in an effort to show Royal family as worse than trash when she herself walks in the shady part of facts hoping to be President of USA But many things done in her life will prevent her standing for that job .

JULIUS tried it so too Eric the Red then came Napoleon and Hitler none of them could beat my island race of peoples so OPHRA what ever her name, will never hurt us .