Here we go round the Mulberry Bush .

A childs nursery rhyme of long ago. No it was not from an innocent source indeed a far cry from the nursery ,the childs  bed that we all had this sung too. Sinister in fact is its origin and somehow it entered the school yard and prep school as infectious tunes will do.

We go back in time to the first real mention of the mulberry tree. The ancient Chinese art of silk making from the tiny worm that ate white mulberry tree leaves to make cocoons that would end up as silk thread.

The latin Botanical name for the mulberry is Morus Moraceae . The red mulberry is sweeter fruit but silk worms failed to make progress on it as London found out when planting the wrong trees for King James 1st. Who himself had interest in silk making. The Silk Road trade brought tons of silk to Europe and in England cloth was made by looms designed just for silk to be made into cloth.Who has not loved a silk shirt next the skin.

 

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A Russian black mulberry exits and is said to be really sweet for pies and pastry dishes.

In fact it will grow as a species almost anyplace in European hedgerows wild. Taken to America in 1687 it grow well there too.

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Silk worms feeding on white Mulberry leaves

What brought us its fame was a simple song  related to Her Majesties State Prison on Wakefield Yorkshire England. Long ago a cutting was planted in the exercise yard when women inmates were allowed to circle around it to impact the ground so the winds would not blow the seedling  away in 1609. After the bush grew they did the same dance and sang here we go round the mulberry bush although we killed our husbands.

It as a song was a famous tune and soon words made by those who recorded it accepted by all in books as a chanting song .Girls skipped to it and at Christmas 1900 it was sung as carol at Westminster school.

WAKEFIELD PRISON TODAY.

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Wakefield Prison was built as a house of correction and poor house in 1594 .Today it is a male only top high security dispersal prison for those too risky to public safety. It is the largest prison of that sort in the United Kingdom.

Here we go round the mulberry bush sung by children all over Europe came from roots long ago in space and time but now we know its rather pitiful origin.

Thank you dear readers ,Yours Sir Kevin.

Copyright KevinParr Bt 2019

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10 High Street,Portsmouth England.

It was a sunny morning all told  in the gardens of the town house of the first Duke of Buckingham. Inside that dwelling his tailors sat sowing his newly cut silk attire . The Duke, as always prancing about as talk went on with his socialites. The house full of guests buzzed with excitement as George Villiers First  Duke, chief friend of the King had no idea that this day he was destined to die by the hand of an ex solider in his own brigade.

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Villiers had risen high from low on the whim of Royal Charles .King Charles the first of England and Scotland now in this year of grace 23rd August 1628.

 

The new Duke had all he ever wanted and more but hate was his gift from all who knew him he was trash from the gutter now the Kings favourite and George reveled in his light.  He was a born show man a prize idiot who could not see who he walked over in his wake.

He had been friends with Charles from early days as Prince and now king Charles was showering  gifts and land and houses and rank beyond his wildest dreams . To the nobles in the Kings court Villiers was an insult to the noble families of old England. A sort of pop singer of today in  his ways with too much money and no manners.

He had served the King in France and with some luck had made a hash of things. In fact his enemies lived on both sides of the English Channel in deep and furious manners.

George Villiers Duke of Buckingham was in his Portsmouth  house partying hard when a simply dressed Puritan walked in in a big wide brimmed hat and had not been notice in the merry dancing .He saw his chance and over the arm of a gentle man in deep concourse with the Duke, thrust into Georges left breast a dagger blade and retreated throwing his hat on a table. Suddenly Villiers pulled the blade out cursing his killer and took many minutes to die in agony leaning from his knees onto the table he fell backwards ,dead.

No one had seen anything but honest Puritan had left a note in his hat to explain his actions if he was killed himself. It ran on the lines that Buckingham had ruined the realm had cost the nation in pure gold more than he was worth and corrupted the King himself. He had taken it upon himself to rid  England of the man himself.

The bustling about blaming all for the death moved fast to the Catholic horde. Blamed by many for Englands worries abroad. Something brought the killer back in that room. His name John Felton who had lost his rank in the army through the Duke. Felton had told him he could not exist if then his promotion did not go through as promised. The Duke had told him to hang himself if he could not afford to live. Felton had borrowed the cash from his mother and bought a blade from the butchery shop. His meaning was to kill the Duke on many grounds but his own dealings with this silly man had settled his brain on murder. Some think that in the commotion he had heard his name called and so came forth to say he was the killer.

He was taken back to London to be tortured to find who else had planned with Felton. Felton told them I did it all alone but if you press me ill name you as my accomplice. So he was not racked or whipped but jailed and hanged. By Kings demand. Honest John died a hero to the many thousands who hated the upstart Duke.

He never lived to see in 1649 King Charles executed by those same people who wore Puritan clothing like Honest John Felton.

For the record Felton is said to have purchased the cutting knife for 10 penny which as quite a lot in 1628. So Felton had a good blade to kill his enemy with. He really thought he could take the law in his own hands and rid the world of parasites but he may only have known one when millions of them exits in all generations . The mystery part is in the confusion what really got the killer to return to be named.? Several accounts from that day seem to think he thought he had been called back. Yet if a killer did it he would have vanished faster than greased lightening. Why 12 minutes after he had stabbed his victim was he still in that house? I think poor John Felton felt shame and had done such wrong he wanted to own up. He was just that sort of honest man with enough hatred in his heart to turn killer. we do know that when robbed of his army position he had applied to the Duke and had told him that he could not survive without the rise in pay. Duke told Felton he had better die then. I was on this outcome that John Felton became a killer.

However this case went on for years and was the most talked about crime in that entire era. Even today historians chew the fat in talks over this event. Something makes the case of John Felton a crime of passion and worthy of talk as an open and shut case of murder.

Jeffrey Hudson the Kings Dwarf.

We who study history are always concerned about finding facts .In this case today facts are indeed a rare commodity as only the word of those who knew this valiant fellow is recorded as fact. We have no other way to prove he was who they say he was.

However, in good faith , we march on to find the truth as one.

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Jeffrey Hudson was born in the smallest village in the smallest county of England in 1619. Oakham in Rutland  and he the smallest person ever to be born in history. If he was as recorded just a well formed baby of just 18 inches long.

He seems to have come to the top like cream as aged 9 and just 20 inches high he was visited by George Villiers the Duke of Buckingham and who was the Kings favourite courtier.  Buckingham must have found that Hudson was real and so took him to the Royal family as they had much interest in curios.

Hudson was dressed as a blackbird and a pie was baked and cooled  and he was helped inside it. At 24 inches high it must have been a big pie. The dish was placed before the Kings table and before the eyes of the King and Queen out sprang tiny Hudson as blackbird and delighted the Royals with his song. It gave rise to the childrens song about 24 blackbirds baked in a pie and was that not a dainty dish to set before the King.

 

Jeffery Hudson became  Queen Henrietta Maria courtier and remained just 24 inches high according to the court records of the day. He grew to 3 foot according to art records.

Now we come to the amazing fact that it is said Hudson was at the battle in 1645 in a saddle bag on his own horse fought with sword against Cromwells army. In London he was blown by a gust of wind towards the river Thames and only saved by a shrub bush that  caught him by a coat sleeve.

The Queen with Sir Jeffery Hudson painted by Sir Antony Van Dyke. The Queen in hunting gear with Sir Jeffery Hudson at her side. The two became life long friends.

 

It is said that little man was so spoiled with fame at court and was so handsome he that the ladies adored him and he wanted love.  He became so pompous and full of himself that he ignored his own father on a Kings progress through Rutland.

In 1649 this little man picked a fight with Lord Crofts brother. Duel arranged and at the appointed time Hudson with a tiny pistol appeared on the field of combat to find Croft had a water pistol but Hudson was so enraged at this indignity that he shot dead his opponent .He was jailed for the crime and this record is the only real fact that this tiny man existed outside that Royal portrait.

In time the Queen released him and fled to France as her husbands head was hacked off in Londons White Hall.  Jeffery Hudson was captured by pirates he was taken as slave. By his own skill escaped and nearly drown.

Sir Walter Scott wrote that Hudson died in 1682 in his 63rd year. I found that he did not die then at all. This fellow as brave as he was small lived on and died in poverty having no place to find peace aged 64.  He had for three years traveled as a wanderer lonely and sad taking from dog bowls food he could find. A sad end to this rare being of human pride he died alone no Queens ladies to adore him. His great friend the Queen of England died in France also in poverty.

This lead statue is at Longleat House but where it originated is not clear. it is however a likeness to Hudson made from his armour design worn in the Kings army.

We have no clue as to the grave he lays in or to places he wandered at 64 years of age.  He most certainly existed and was Knighted by The King himself for bravery and loyal service to the Crown. Not really a mystery but his grave may serve as that as no one knows the location. I know we do not use the name Dwarf no as it is deemed to be rude but that did not upset Hudson those days. Only those who treated him like an idiot he raised to anger with. Taking a water pistol to a duel , well! who could blame what happened on Hudson who had such pride and passion as it dealt with an insult the only way he knew of. Rest of us may have simple laughed. Then we are not small and insignificant ,but he was.

A little blog for you on a massive subject hope you liked it.

Yours with love Sir Kevin.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt.  May 2019

The Digger of Cobham.

It was 1642 England divided by the sword. The Kingsmen who ruled old England and the disillusioned public  had come to face each other on the battlefields of hell.

Unlike the second Earl of Falkland who saw it as his duty to defend the King but hated war this man was not so forthright . He was born in London and rose to council and ran an orderly business. His name more like a high born Knight was no more than a man who wanted nothing to do with fighting for the King. His name was Gerrad Winstanley and within 7 years the war would bring him to Cobham in the county of Surrey.

1n 1649 that wars over that civil matter of a King bringing in foreign aid to fight his own people who he was sworn to protect was at a head. In London they were executing that sad man of blood for that traitor that he was. It shocked the world as it was the end of a long tradition with Monarchs as Gods.

England was left in turmoil .Sons had fought fathers as the war was a belief. One wanted a tyrant King or one desired freedom to choose who ran the nation. Old faith in Kings against hard fact youth and those who sided with justice and the people. Civil wars that are still deeply engraved in all English men ever now.

In 1980 I met an old Prime Minister of Britain at his studies. it was in a Bishops house near Nottingham where I stopped to ask the road to a certain hall. The Bishop invited me inside his abode in order that his friend could tell me the road I needed. When I was introduced to this said fellow I saw him as Micheal Foot the ex Labour head of Government. He sat gazing at me and finally gave his question. “Tell me sir which side did your family fight on in 1645.”? It was all he said,his milk bottle bottom specs steamed over as I told him  “Sir my family fought sadly for the tyrant King. ” It was a remark that stunned him but he said not a word more. I left and found the road myself.

Winstanley and Foot would perhaps liked each other. When all was still being sorted by Oliver Cromwell and the Parliament the provinces looks bare as in war the armies lived off the land.

The Digger of Cobham.

Gerrad Winstanley had the idea to start a food growing scheme and so gave up what was left of his business and with new zeal for his idea he took with him shovels picks and bags of seed to Cobham a little way outside of the City. Here he proclaimed that scrub land as belonging to the people and so that day in 1649 set up a colony of willing people with knowledge of gardening and farming ways.

Over weeks the land was made into veg plots and soft fruit areas. Back breaking work but they even built huts to store crops , tools and to sleep in. Over a period of months this venture became news all over the South lands. From here and from there families half starved arrived to join Winstanleys pioneers on the land.

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Before long thousand strong house built land made good and people fed and clothed. Prayers said in thanks to the Lord God for the bounty of food for all.

This venture now came to the local land owners ears. Rich land owners now came to inspect what was really going on and when amazed they saw what was really a village built and land farmed and gardened they told Winstanley to move of their lands. They told him no such thing as common land all land was owned by someone and as he had no deeds it was not his.

Winstanley was not a uneducated fool so he decided to fight and went off back to London to seek legal help. This fight went on for weeks and in the end poor Winstanley and his friends found that even though he was right  the army arrived to shift them off the land. Even though common land in theory belongs to the public from that day, in 1650, forth law now says all land that is not deeded to owners belongs to Government. So we executed King Charles in January 1649 but one year later nothing had changed some one, anyone , ruled hard over the minions.

The crops and fruit cut down and trampled on by heavy horse troops and boots of soldiers the work of the devil. Nothing remained on Codham farm as it was called a vast top of a hill that was a place of God and the efforts of a valiant peoples .

 

What happened to Winstanley is a mystery as he simple vanished from historys page.

Then he did write more than a line in our story as a English speaking race.

To have lived in those times would not have been easy with all our knowledge of events for we do not have the way of it all in modern times such as we dwell. For our ancestors still believed in witchcraft and some studied more than others and common man knew his place in the structure of things. After the Civil wars it all changed fora while .Cromwell gave us real government he gave us a navy and ruled a hard line but in Gods name he was needed more than we knew. He was not as many paint him today. He liked a beer and pipe of good tabac   He sang  and fought for legal rights and justice. He died exhausted trying. God rest his soul for what the Royalist did to him after his death was evil. They dug him up mad hanged the remains on the gibbet and his head set on Cromwells daughters doorstep for the poor women to find in the morning. Those who brought the son of the dead man if blood back as king destroyed the reputation of a greater man than any of them could have been. The first law that came from the new King Charles 11 was to make Cromwell Navy Royal.

Nothing changes after war of any level only the dead build up on both sides and what for? To fill the pockets of the ruling class who live of metal shares arm deals and saving of pensions paid in by work of those now dead. War is the hiding place of the evil and against the laws of a higher King than ever man can pretend to be. Apes that walk and talk and fight are primitive and uneducated beyond what we thing we know.Winstanley that digger of Cobham hill may rest in peace for here one man tries to set the record straight. Power to the people.

Yours in respect my readers, Sir Kevin.

copyright Kevin Parr Bt.

Beyond reach. A short story this week.

It was the days of my youth. My morning sweet and happy. It was end of my days at

school and boy hood farewell.  I was now a man ready to join my first employ as an apprenticed joiner with the long standing form of Downey and son in Scatter Green yard

I was seen off by my dear mother who was waving to me all the way to the gate. She had wished me luck and was happy for me that day ,my first as a waged earner. a bread winner eager to learn and earn.

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I wandered with my lunch bag on my shoulder and had taken the faster route that took me between houses close enough to hide the day light. Old brick and timber dwellings from ages past. Cobbled lane took me down the hill towards Saint Marys church.Its great iron gates announcing holy ground but then I saw her. Not noticed until that moment. I was paced about 20 feet off her but in that black hooded dress she had not been so obvious. Her head slowly turned to me and as struck by lightening it hit me.The sheer brightness of her face her sad down cast eyes ,the reddest of lips against a white china skin. I moved my lips to speak but nothing came out. She was so beautiful so dainty and so worried .Her eyes lifted, bright dark, they captivated me.

Nearby me a dog barked, I turned and she vanished, when I looked back to her. The great tall gates firmly locked on inspection gave no clue as to where she had gone. I heard the church clock strike the hour and I ran as not to be late on my first day.

Over that day I learned how to sharpen chisel blades .My learned instructor was the foreman George Pattison from over at Greenwich village not a mile from our  house. I did not know him but his family and mine had dealt cattle for over two centuries. He was a mellow sort and  once shown I set in to do my best with old chisels to sharpen to his  satisfaction. Over the week not much happened only chisels and blades oh! and tea making was added to my job title.

I was on my way home and took on purpose that same route hoping to see the girl again.Weeks went by I had my first exam at work on blades. Boss was at the door of his car as I sneaked behind him onto the factory floor. My desk laid out by George who winked at me as I put on my overalls and stood ready as Mister Downey himself shook my hand and instructed my to commence.

That day was long I recall but I must have passed the test as next day I was moved on to timber cutting. Big saw and jig to length mark I was given.

I had much on my mind and there at church gates, she stood, hood down her raven black hair moved by the wind. It  had snowed during the day and I noticed she had left not a single foot print. The chill wind had blown all all away. The face turned ,her eyes held mine  but she was gone from sight  away from my reach.

By now only the church yard she could have entered as the gate had stood open I walked in but no one was there. The church door bolted from within. It was cold in that yard a chill thin wind of winters blast held sway, and no place to loiter  as my mystery beauty had confused me once more I set upon my way rather vexed with myself for taking my eyes of this speedy girl and her tricks.

Time rushed by I was now 23 and top man in Downey and Sons works. I never ever saw her again no matter how many times I had waited at that old church gates. I did so wait.

Not until another five years had flown by and I stood with pride as boss with a good income and Downeys son my own good friend. We had together journeyed to London as representing Downeys at the Industry stand on the show ground. Products of fine furnishings on display and orders and sales in full. So well had we done that it was decided to stay over night and work next day on stand. It was not to start until midday being last day of show. I was alone in the big city and at the London Tate gallery. Happy just to stroll around and observe the paintings as a hour of freedom. On display was a painting of a woman in old Georgian dress. Then it was not her fine silks but her face that stopped me in my tracks.

I was drawn to that frame like a moth to the flame. Her face so beautiful her smile so perfect I knew her so well .It was her, I know it and joy filled my heart for the sight of her.

Below that work of art, on a brass plate, inscribed the name, lady Sarah Barrett Moulton 22nd March 1783- 23rd April 1795. painted by Lawrence from life. Lady known as Pinky by her family.

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I stood in disbelief and perhaps deep sadness. I had seen a ghost I had been so captivated I had not thought it so. Then I remembered she left no tread in the snow. My mind still holds her face, her bright dark eyes, her black and glossy hair,  her sheer presence that had me spell bound, but she was dead long before my time. She,  the sweetest vision I  have ever seen. I can only wait for her as I am convinced she wanted me. What is time, a man made clock no more than that. Time is a myth at least she taught me that. In dreams I still see her as old as I am, she is mine I tell myself.  So lonely are the years that pass so perfect her smile.

Yours Sir Kevin.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2019.

 

 

Did she die for love aged 17.

The snow lay thickly on the driveway. The night, so cold. Her dreams only for he who really was her own now. Forever together they swore and caressed sweetly in the bright burning light of a wood fire in the grate. The room filled with shadows, candles holding the light on her young face, her coal back eyes flickering as he shot her dead. Then gasped and wrote to his friends. Six hours later  he pointed the barrel at his own face and so fell to his knees and joined the love of his life hand in hand somewhere in the air Perhaps in the gloom of that same bedroom on nights cold and full of snow the ghosts of both he and her may walk the corridors and room as if it never ended.

He was Crown Prince Rudolf of Austria she Baroness Maria Vetsera .He was 30 years old married unhappily to a Belgian Princess. She a 17 year old who had lived the life of a student in the best academies of Europe. He had met her at a race meeting in 1888 and could not take his eyes off her. It was noticed by all but she saw him and nothing would stop her marrying him there and then. She had fallen head over heels for this stately handsome man. It was love at first sight and no as some have pointed to as her capture of a married Royal. All the evidence piled up says just that .Some say she meet him at a ball in Vienna in 1886 but she would have been only a child and we know she was still in study to be a lady and not in Vienna at all.

Some say they courted in secret over three years but if this was some it would make her only 15 at that time. I believe it was over 3 months and when warned to control himself and return to his wifes bed this proud love sick young man could stand it no more he must have Maria he called by her English name of Mary.

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She too had been lectured to the point of heart beak and when in time they knew they would be split up by the Royal household and her father the Duke a wild desperate plan hatched between them. A romantic silly idea but too late it was firmly in their minds now. Slight waves of madness in his actions and she no longer normal , she was a girl in love for the first time.

He had bought a hunting lodge miles away in Hungary .It was called Mayerling and Rudolf loved it it was his escape from hounding and that awful demanding wife.

They arrived by horse slay as in the movie of this epic tale told. Candles they lit and a good fire to warm them. A little wine and he took her to bed for perhaps the first time. Some time in the late night they knew only love and live meant little .In their minds this was the only way open to them to be as one.  It was all over when the searching guard arrived next morning and found them together in front of the ashes of a dead fire that too lay dead. It was clear as to suicide but he was still a Crown Prince. So they wrapped her in a blanket and hurried buried her in a local grave yard without recognition.

He was carted back to his demented mother and a great state funeral proclaiming he had been murdered by Freemasons. No mention of the missing Baroness came to light.

 

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Rudolf often spoke of death to his  friends as no love was lost between his father who accused him of plotting against him to take the throne. One night drinking too much brandy he confessed he had had enough and wanted only peace and Mary.

I found that both lovers, had in fact, left suicide notes. She to her mother Helene and he to four people.The only one that matters was to his own Valet .”Dear Loschek please fetch a priest and have Mary and me buried together at Heiligenkreiz. ”

The corpse of Mary was cold and said she died 6 hours before Rudolf who was still almost warm when discovered. His face shattered so badly it took a surgeon many hours to rebuild the bone structure and fill the bits missing with hot wax. He was laid in State in an open casket so as the pistol fired in his mouth it went straight up behind the nose and into the brain breaking up all bone and tissue in its path.

Emperor Franz Joseph lost his only son and later Empress Elizabeth the boys mother. he remarried and went off to honeymoon in Sarejavo .He and his new wife were shot dead by a young terrorist. This was the start of the First World War. Also the end of power of the Austrian Empire. If only Rudolf had lived perhaps all this would have been avoided. But he was rebellious and checked so many times by his over powering father he was also trapped in a loveless marriage and with a slightly mad mother may be he too suffered madness. Many other theories exist as to what happened on that might 30th January 1889. None mention the suicide notes or why anyone would follow them to Mayerling hunting lodge near Vienna. Too far out in the wilds in snow storm and then wait in freezing cold 30cel  plus ,below. If they had been shot by some other power why shot one then 6 hours later shot Rudolf with his own pistol. The one about Bismark is the funniest yet as he is said to have wanted the Prince dead so the emperor had no one to take over and so Bismark would walk in and take over.  No too much evidence relates to this premeditated suicide I conclude when they disposed of the young Baroness like rag doll in a blanket and a fast hole dug and dumped we see how the story could be made to say Freemasons shot the Crown Prince. DNA on bones in a church yard near Mayerling , now a nunnery , proved to be the remains of poor Baroness Maria Vetsera.

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I think he talked the young Mary into his plan and she so readily agreed. It is my hope they are both together in heaven as how could he have foreseen what transpired before it happened. If his father had not had his happy day in Bosnia all would have gone off without history of war. If blaming anyone , the idiot who shot both he and  his new wife as they sat in an open car back seat in full splendor he tried but that car shot off too fast as they sat in a coffee house that car came around and parked at front and one of the men raced out and committed cold blooded murder. He was the cause of 16 million mens lives fighting Prussia Empire in 1914.

Rudolfs mother suffered bad bouts of mental depression. She too died by a bullet but she was assassinated in Paris by a  revolutionist who saw her as a filthy rich aristocrat. She was a lovely woman bent on helping people. Her mental depressions may have been her sons let down also. To me if I was in his shoes and loved this woman I  would have shipped us both out to a new life in America .He had the money and a wife he could easily have left far behind. Instead he shot his lover and killed himself. This to me points more and more to madness in his mind. She in love an 17 years old would have agreed to anything as still impressionable as a child at that tender age almost a woman but not quite maybe.  Sad and morbid not at the least romantic in the end. Franz Joseph gave away the building to Carmalite Nuns soon after the death of his only son. Today it is a nunnery and one part a good eating house.

At least the movie told most of the story correctly as that in itself is not normal in script writers now. The only thing that I know was totally misleading was that we were told the this girl was so far beneath the Crown Prince that she was but a servant he shot. Omar Sharif played Rudolf convincingly and the guess of what went on before the deaths may well be as it was in reality. Catherine Deneuve  played  Mary in the 1968 epic movie.

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From the Movie Mayerling 1968.

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Thank you for reading hope now you know the truth.

Yours Sir Kevin Parr Bt

copyright Kevin Parr Baronet 2019

Myth or mystery or fact.

We only believe what we are told by the Government for in most cases we have no other way to know. Then what if Governments cover up murders aimed to silence someone who could otherwise expose them.

I believe this could be the case with the death of a famous actress in her prime.

The Los Angeles county court ruled the death of one Marilyn Munroe a probable suicide after a three minute inspection of her body.

Born Norma Jeane Mortenson 1926 she lived as an orphan in many adoption homes. When she died at age of 36 she was at the pinnacle of her life of fame all around the world.

One thing is for certain she did not kill herself. We now look deeper into this case that up to this moment has been suppressed and glossed over heavily.

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For a woman whos death shocked the world the real truth was hidden by Government order. Why did they want her dead? We together will examine that only facts we have available to see what is the truth.

Having come to that question why did her lover John F Kennedy have to die. Or his brother Robert ,also Munroes lover, suffer murder as death.

We all know her movies her sexual majesty in that fact she was the most exciting star on earth ever. She married Joe Dimaggio  the football star and was happy for a while but she was plagued with shadows of you childhood insecurity, always.

What we saw as her on film was far from the real Norma. She was a frightened child a girl with demons even in adulthood. Her fears never left her for long. She clung to men for safety and warmth and sex was her ploy to be loved.

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The day prior to her death she was on  a high, according to many of her friends she was planning a rest in Mexico and had renewed her contract for the movie she was working on. She had promised a day out with one lady she was friendly with for next day. Friends told of her bubbly self  and how she loved life ahead. She was rich famous in in company she liked.All was planed for the day ahead and Marilyn was excited to be free for a while of filming.

This cant fit in with police details of Munroes last days but I believe that moody Munroe was in fact clean of all the pills and barbiturates that many enemies said she was hooked on. Her stomach was free from all drug use when inspected by coroners dept.

Then when the Coroner did not comment on the large bruise on her leg, her organs taken out by doctor and Coroner on the search for clues suddenly vanished from shelf. Then the Coroner, cornered by press, some days later confessed he had rushed the examination of Munroe through and told of probable suicide as he had been told. Told by whom was never discussed. He faded away rather fast from this case and no one thought it worth putting him on the court stand as witness.

Police then came up with the finding of barbiturate higher than death limit found in Marilyn Munroe liver. No one could argue as the organs taken out had been taken in hiding by those interested in keeping facts hidden and altering the true cause of justice.

Then why would a famous actress be the mark for CIA if this was the case and it really could be so. Well her lover JFK was dispatched in a similar way. So to his able brother Robert, again connected to Munroe.

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The body of Munroe with hand on telephone ready to ring for help.

 

Years later Munroe maid came up with a tale of her injecting Munroe on Government orders.

Then she vanished.  We may never know the real facts but it remains a smoking gun case forever as who in power will ever admit that Governments kills people.

Too many strange events in the life end of this actress to make any sense .Then that will keep her memory as legend and that is what she was in life and in death more so.

Marilyn Monroe's body at the morgue in Los Angeles for autopsy after her death on august 5, 1962

Photo taken after the Coroner had spent less that minutes examining the corpse.

It was said that Jack Kennedy was a total womanizer  and who  talked in his sleep. So did he confide somehow awake or asleep secrets to this actress,as he was watched and recorded always.Did he leek something vital enough to make him a target.

Then how would Robert come in unless she told him what his brother had said? Bang! down go the Kennedy Brothers and poor lively Munroe is nailed by massive dose of something lethal.

Too much in the limelight plus love of Powerful men and down she goes. Sad story this week but I leave you to read all facts and see what you think.This is more than just a theory ,or a conspiracy  it is how the facts lay out when read. No one tells the same story is a big clue to cover up.Then her organs vanish. If that was not enough the Coroner admits he was told what to say.  Spend an hour going through the files and see what you think. If she was murdered than who killed all three playmates must be the question? A big question is who could and not be traced ? Who could cloud the pitch and stop forever a story of fact to be told. Nothing adds up from the moment her death came to be. it seems that all trace now of the Kennedy power and all the touched it have been dealt with. Was poor unsettled Marilyn a victim of a Government plan to remove all trace of JFK and friends and if so,why? Something Kennedy was involved with lost him his life. The death of Munroe is linked to that singular fact. There is no real other way it could have happened. All three deaths are connected and too many to hide.  I believe one day we may know the truth as nothing can be hidden for ever someplace a lead will fall out as now in the Kennedy shooting facts show clearly that more than one rifle was aimed at the slowly moving car. Three bullets hit Kennedy and car. who changed the plan at last moment to drive the US President down the route un chartered? Setting him up for death? I think as it was not Joe Soap it then must be Mister CIA.

Dangerous ground we travel on today my readers but an amazing fact is this case just will not go away. The dirty tricks department exists in all nations as what comes under defense office of the interior.  Dont be surprised dears it has always existed since time began. The Official Secrets Act is a clue.

One more thing. Look at the last photograph. The lamp shade. The bag on the floor the fact that her body is wrong way on the bed. It all has been arranged but not by a woman to look as if shed died in her sleep but owing to her bruises she may have fought like a tiger.

Thank you for being my readers I hope one day someone investigates this case fully and clearly so no doubt is in our minds. For this woman is still a legend for all time.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2019.