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Royal, Augusta, and Elizabeth were treated very much as the senior princesses; they were educated together and lived separately from their younger sisters. Mary and Sophia, the middle daughters, formed a tightly knit pair, whilst Amelia, the baby of the family, occupied an especially privileged position, somewhere between pet and mascot, fussed over and admired by all.

A Royal Experiment: The Private Life of King George III - Janice Hadlow

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Save This Old House!

A stately Queen Anne in a historic downtown district in Augusta, Georgia, needs love and attention.

Listed on the National Register of Historic Places as part of the Augusta Downtown Historic District, the Rice House is an excellent example of the Queen Anne style, with a large dome-capped turret and a second-story porch. Though some details were lost in its conversion to a multifamily home, the house still retains original moldings, mantels, and windows.

Available for $59,000. For more information contact Robyn Anderson at robyn@historicaugusta.org. 

See the March/April 2017 issue of This Old House for more information.

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On this day in history, January 7th, in 1796, Princess Charlotte Augusta of Wales was born. She was the only child of the future George IV and his wife, Caroline of Brunswick.

George and Caroline infamously hated one another, and he would later insist they had only ever had sexual intercourse three times; twice on their wedding night and once the night after. Charlotte was born almost exactly 9 months after her parents’ wedding, which had taken place on April 8th of the previous year.

As the only living and legitimate grandchild of George III, Charlotte was second in line to the throne after her father. She was expected to someday become Queen of the United Kingdom, but this never came to pass.

She was married to Prince Leopold of Saxe-Coburg-Saalfeld in 1816, when she was 20 years old. Early in their marriage she suffered a miscarriage, but it was announced she was pregnant again in April of 1817.

After two days of labour, she gave birth to a large stillborn son on November 5th, 1817. Complications from the delivery caused her own death in the early morning hours of the following day.

The entire kingdom went into heavy mourning after her death, she had been greatly beloved and was one of the only popular members of the Royal Family. Her death caused a scramble among the remaining unmarried sons of George III to produce a legitimate child and heir to the throne.

Prince Edward, the Duke of Kent, would be the one to father the eventual heir, the future Queen Victoria. Had Charlotte lived, Victoria would never have existed and England’s “Victorian Era” as we now know it would have been completely different.

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Though they had not always been on good terms when George III still a young man, when Princess Augusta, Duchess of Brunswick returned to England after her husband’s death, she and her brother were on very good terms. Augusta was described as very deaf, looking older than she was, frail and with a failing memory. The old Duchess lived next door to her daughter and at times commented that she was disturbed by who her daughter invited to her presence - she also wrote to her brother inviting him to dine on ‘all the German dishes that you like - send me your bill of fare that it’s to your taste.’

Minerva McGonagall and Lyra Black


Taken by  Augusta Marchbanks in 1952

200 years ago today, On November 6th of 1817, Princess Charlotte Augusta died shortly after delivering a stillborn son. She was the only child of George IV and Caroline of Brunswick, and at the time was the only legitimate grandchild of George III. She was second in line to the throne after her father, and the nation had invested a great deal of hope in the popular young princess everyone expected would be their next Queen.

She had been married to Prince Leopold of Saxe-Coburg-Saalfeld in 1816 and, after a miscarriage early in their marriage it was announced she was pregnant again in April of the following year.

Charlotte’s contractions began on November 3rd and after a long and agonizing labour lasting she gave birth to a large stillborn boy on November 5th. She survived the birth, and was able to eat a little, but woke up shortly after midnight and became violently ill. She was found to be suffering from severe postpartum bleeding and despite the best efforts of the physicians she died early in the morning on November 6th, 1817.

Charlotte was greatly mourned by the people of England; she had been seen as the hope of the monarchy, since her grandfather was considered to be mad and her father was extremely unpopular. She was buried inside the Royal Vault of St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle, with her son at her feet. A large monument depicting them ascending to heaven together was subsequently erected there.

thewaterlord27  asked:

Companions find teens sole journal. When they read it they find a fan fic of them and sole and it's very smutty. And sole catches them reading it.

Ohh man I could totally sympathise with poor Sole here. I’d probably die.

Cait – There was a black journal that fell out of Sole’s bag as they were walking across the Commonwealth, Cait – being the ever observant companion – picked it up and was about to hand it back to them when she realised they didn’t know it fell and had kept on walking. She had noticed them writing in it at various times of the day, always with a little smirk tugging at the corner of their lips yet when asked about it they always blushed and shoved it back in their pack. With a devious little smirk, Cait kept just a few paces behind them as they trod along the road in front and flicked open the book. Immediately, her eyes widened and a sharp gasp escaped her as she read the first couple of lines that very clearly involved her and Sole in some very dirty and surprisingly well written sex scenes. Sole, thinking she had sensed danger, turned around and froze when they saw what she was reading. “What the fuck is this?!”Cait asked incredulously, neither angry nor happy. Sole looked as though they were about to drop dead of embarrassment. “I licked ya what now? And-and ya did what to me? Sole, I didn’t even know ya knew about how half this shite works let alone that ya were able to write about it!” Cait would shake her head and laugh. She wasn’t happy with them at all, but she figured that embarrassing the hell out of them would be punishment enough. Which is exactly what she did all the way to their destination, chuckling to herself now and then for Sole’s benefit who walked staring straight ahead and constantly blushing. She’ll be damned though, the kid could fucking write well.

Curie – After returning back to Sanctuary, Sole dropped off their bag of junk and possibly useful stuff to Curie who eagerly dug through for some useful medical tech. She loved that Sole thought of her out there in the Commonwealth enough to pick up some things she might like, but she saw a little journal that caught her eye and so she picked it up. At first, she thought it would be a medical journal, but a few lines in, Curie realised it was nothing of the sort. It was handwritten, involving Sole and who she assumed was herself because she hadn’t met anyone else named Curie, and they were doing things. Sexual things. Things that made Curie gasp and flush and quickly close the book only to find Sole frozen in the doorway blushing just as much as her. “Uh…um…shit…” Sole stuttered, avoiding her eyes at all cost. Quickly, Curie rose and handed them the book, also not looking at them directly before spinning back around and returning to her chemistry station. She didn’t really know what to think of that, it was still a foreign area for the little synth, but she did know that it was very embarrassing and that she definitely won’t be bringing it back up with Sole.

Danse – Sole was supposed to submit to Danse a report of their findings when they returned from the Institute, however they seemed to have forgotten to give it to him directly before going to work on their power armour. There was a black journal left upon the table next to their cot and Danse assumed that that was it so he didn’t think twice when he opened it. Immediately, Danse’s jaw dropped and his face flushed a bright crimson as smutty erotica involving him and Sole filled the lines page after page. Footsteps sounded behind him and so he quickly slammed shut the book and turned around to see Sole cautiously walking up to him. “You alright, Danse?” they asked slowly, eyeing what he has in his hand. The Paladin swallowed and held up the book, making Sole’s eyes widen. “Soldier, this is definitely not appropriate. Destroy it immediately.” He dropped the book back onto the table and marched off, his face still flushing a bright red. He didn’t think they were old enough to even know half of that kind of stuff, let alone be writing about him of all people. He wasn’t quite sure of the protocol around that kind of thing, the Brotherhood seemed to gloss over certain parts in its code of ethics, but regardless Danse wouldn’t turn it in. Secretly, it boosted he ego a little and as long as it didn’t interfere with their effectiveness in the field, Danse would just forget about it completely.

Deacon – Paperwork, paperwork and more paperwork. The Railroad was known for its secrecy but on the inside it was known for how much hand cramping and rumpled paper was involved in even the most mundane tasks. Desdemona would flip if she didn’t get the report on Augusta safe house soon, so Deacon took it upon himself to try and find it in Sole’s bag which they left next to the workbench before speaking with PAM. He found a black journal and figured that was it, so he rose and took a step toward Des whilst flicking through the pages before stopping with a smirk. This wasn’t Augusta. This was porn. With a quiet chuckle, Deacon took a seat and began reading, a smug smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he casually flicked through the pages. The kid was a good bloody writer. He looked up when they slowly approached and greeted them with a grin. “Hey, check this out. Looks like someone is a huge fan of old Deeks, huh?” He’d take passages out of it that weren’t too dirty and would casually use it conversations they were having with Des or Tinker T, earning him a few odds looks much to Sole’s absolutely horror. One such quote involved the Railroad having to plan an entry into the Institute’s rear entrance in order to disperse their heavy agents – although Deacon never worded that delicately.

Hancock – A weird book had fallen out of Sole’s bag on the streets of Goodneighbour and Hancock being the dutiful Mayor and all, would return it…after a good looksee of course. He’d flip open the book as Sole walks into the Memory Den ahead of him, a little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips before he actually reads what was written in the book. Immediately, his eyes would widen and his mouth would pop open in a silent gasp. “You coming Hancock?” Sole called to him from the open door. He looked up just in time to see Sole’s eyes widen and face flush in embarrassment.

“I dunno Sole, am I coming?” He’d shoot back with a wicked grin, making them appear as though they were about to faint. He’d strut up to them and hand them the book, still with that grin on his face and would continue on inside. Whatever Sole saw in him to write that kind of stuff was lost on him, but nevertheless it would make him feel that much better about himself.

MacCready – He never really knew why Sole insisted on carrying around all those pre-war books they find out on the road. He never found a use for them, most were outdated or drastically wrong because of the effect of radiation on the environment, but for some reason Sole continuously insisted on collecting them. It was a moment of curiosity that he would regret for a long while, when a small black book fell from Sole’s satchel as they took point on the road in front. He picked it up and flipped it open, a snarky remark about how it wouldn’t make sense in a world like this anymore when he stopped short. “Sole, what is this?” he’d ask slowly, face blushing heavily under his hat. Sole turned and blanched, their own face lighting up red. “Did…did you write this? Is…is this me and you?”

“No!” Sole blurted, snatching the book from him and quickly turning around. MacCready would then burst out laughing, out of embarrassment and because it was the only response he could think of. He still wouldn’t let them live it down, even if it embarrassed the heck out of him as well. The stuff was gold and made him walk with a little more of a strut in his step.

Nick Valentine – Sole had just left his office and without realising it, a small black book fell out from their backpack as they shut the door behind them. Quickly, Nick retrieved it and stepped outside, doing a curious flick-through of the pages and stopped short when a few words caught his eye. “Hey kid, wait up a moment!” Nick called, frowning slightly as he closed the book. Sole walked back, eyes wide and face flushing almost as red as his agency’s sign. “Kid, if you’re gonna write stuff like this you’re better off keeping it under lock and key. Or better yet, don’t write it.” He said as he handed it back to them and turned around. What were they doing writing stuff like that anyway? They were way too young to know about all that and what on earth did they see in him? Afterwards, Nick would quietly laugh to himself but would wonder why out of all the people Sole met in the Commonwealth, they would write about a synth like him?

Piper Wright – The reporter loved her notes, that’s no secret at all. So when she asked what Sole was writing in that book of theirs one night that had a small smirk tugging at the corner of their lips, she was delighted to hear that they were taking down their own notes. She was however left confused when they were reluctant to disclose what sort of notes they were taking, and as they say, curiosity killed the cat as Piper would soon discover. The reporter was rummaging around their bag for a power core when Sole asked her to retrieve one, her hand bumping the book that sat atop it and in a moment of mild curiosity, Piper flipped it open. Row after row of fiction involving two characters suspiciously named Piper and Blue stretched on for tens of pages, each line filled to the very end with smut, smut and more smut. With a gasp, she slammed shut the book and turned around with the power core in hand to see Sole gazing at her suspiciously. Their eyes flicked to what she held in her hand which, to her horror, was not the power core but was that damn little black book. “Uhm…” Piper would start, face blushing scarlet and her gaze avoiding them at all costs. She’d stutter, trying to get something out, before dropping the book and bolting away with her hat pulled down low over her eyes.

Preston Garvey – Sole and Preston took rounds patrolling Sanctuary, Sole always leading a couple metres in front while Preston trailed behind to watch their back. One afternoon, his boot collided with a small black book which he assumed must have fallen from Sole’s pack and so he stooped to pick it up. It was open halfway through and he couldn’t help but see a few words that caught his attention. Immediately, Preston would recognise just who and what the characters were doing and within a second he slammed the book closed. Although he wasn’t fast enough for Sole not to see he had been reading it, making them both blush heavily. “I uhm, believe this is yours general?” he’d stammer, looking anywhere except right at them before handing them the book. He’d continue on his rounds, never looking Sole in the eye and would be unusually quiet in his ponderings – why would they want to write about him? Nevertheless, his lips would betray him and form a slight smirk.

X6-88 – He was trailing just behind Sole as they were walking from one settlement to another, the rucksack on Sole’s back as always was overflowing with material and weapons of various kinds. He saw a small journal fall from the backpack and dutifully stopped to pick it up. “Sir/ma’am, I believe this is yours,” his eyes were caught on the words of the page the book had opened up to and immediately he looked up to Sole. “I do not believe this is appropriate material, although I do commend you on your grammar and spelling. Few on the surface have mastered this art.” He wouldn’t say anything more as he waited for a blushing Sole to take it from his hand, although when they’d turn around he’d allow a brief smirk to shape his lips before continuing on their trip.

26) One thing that became commom with the NG kids at school: Wearing colours that weren’t their houses’ ones. It was common to see Lily with Louis Gryffindor Jacket, a cool Hufflepuff bracelet that she stole from Hugo and Lucy’s Slytherin tie. Dominique was very found of Gryffindor’s colours so she always used her siblings’ clothes. And lots of other crazy combinations happened. Nobody cared, really. And James looked particulary hot in Albus’ green tie…

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On this day in history, January 7th, in 1796, Princess Charlotte Augusta of Wales was born. She was the only child of the future George IV and his wife, Caroline of Brunswick.

George and Caroline infamously hated one another, and he would later insist they had only ever had sexual intercourse three times; twice on their wedding night and once the night after. Charlotte was born almost exactly 9 months after her parents’ wedding, which had taken place on April 8th of the previous year.

As the only living and legitimate grandchild of George III, Charlotte was second in line to the throne after her father. She was expected to someday become Queen of the United Kingdom, but this never came to pass.

She was married to Prince Leopold of Saxe-Coburg-Saalfeld in 1816, when she was 20 years old. Early in their marriage she suffered a miscarriage, but it was announced she was pregnant again in April of 1817.

After two days of labour, she gave birth to a large stillborn son on November 5th, 1817. Complications from the delivery caused her own death in the early morning hours of the following day.

The entire kingdom went into heavy mourning after her death, she had been greatly beloved and was one of the only popular members of the Royal Family. Her death caused a scramble among the remaining unmarried sons of George III to produce a legitimate child and heir to the throne.

Prince Edward, the Duke of Kent, would be the one to father the eventual heir, the future Queen Victoria. Had Charlotte lived, Victoria would never have existed and England’s “Victorian Era” as we now know it would have been completely different.

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Found in the Augusta Downtown Historic District #04000515.

Good Bye to Mr. Kim

From the daughter of Mr. Kim, who hosted the Chizine Series readings.


Dear friends,
As many of you already know, my father Hung Kim Le, aka “Mr. Kim” to most people, passed away from a heart attack on Saturday March 31/2012 at the young age of 58.

I apologize that I haven’t responded sooner to you all. It has been an overwhelming time for my family and I, especially with me caring for a fragile newborn as well. Truthfully, I haven’t been in much mood to talk to people yet as I am not sure how to respond or how to act strong. But I do want to say how truly appreciative I am to all our friends who reached out with sincere condolences, messages, FB posts, visits, flowers, food, shared memories etc. It has meant the world to our family, especially my mother. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

Lastly, I ask if any of you have photos of my father, we would be eternally grateful if you could send files to us via email to kim.augustahouse@gmail.com

Thank you again everyone.

For those who were asking details about the service, we welcome anyone wanting to pay their respects to attend any of the following services. In lieu of flowers, the family asks guests to make a donation to the Heart and Stroke Foundation in his honor.

Viewing:
Friday April 13th/2012
5:00pm - 9:00pm (7:30 prayer)
Rosar Morrison Funeral Home
467 Sherbourne St, Toronto
(416) 925-1608

Funeral Mass and Burial to follow:
Saturday April 14th/2012
10:15am
St. Cecelia RC Church
161 Annette St, Toronto
St. James Cemetary
635 Parliment St, Toronto

Reception:
Saturday April 14th/2012
2:00pm
Augusta House
152a Augusta Ave, Toronto