Showing posts with label European. Show all posts
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Thursday, October 8, 2015

Bohemia - The Vanished Kingdom


Bohemia, The Vanished Kingdom

Once upon a time long ago a kingdom stretched at its height across parts of present-day Austria, Germany, Hungary, Italy, Poland, Slovakia, Slovenia, and Ukraine. It arose after settlement of the Hercynian forests, the vast and dense ancient forest east of the Rhine River in Europe.Writing about this kingdom is special to me because it is one of my ancestral homelands.

Map of Bohemia from an unknown author dated 1590 (reedition 1609), own scan & adjustment, high resolution (ca 56 × 39 cm) by Gumruch (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
From the 12th century until 1611, the Rožmberkové (Rosenberg) family controlled most of the lands in southern Bohemia. Members of this family, part of the powerful Vitkovci clan, were lords who held posts in the royal court. Heraldry tells us a little about this family. The crowned helm on the Rožmberkové coat of arms shows a crowned helm to denote royalty and has a five-petaled heraldic rose as its crest on on its shield. The red rose in heraldry stood for grace and beauty. The silver and white fields behind the roses stood for peace and sincerity. The snake represents wisdom. Gold in heraldry denotes generosity.
Coat of Arms of the Rožmberkové family [File:Rožmberkové.jpg|Rožmberkové]] {{PD-US}} – published in the US before 1923 and public domain in the US.
Rožmberk Castle, a gorgeous estate situated on a promontory of the Vitava River, served as the family's stronghold, and a town grew up around the barbican (external gate).

Rožmberk Castle by Donald Judge [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
The Rozmberk family showed its generosity by donating part of its lands to the Cistercian monastery in the town of Vyšší Brod, one of the last Cistercian monasteries to exist in Bohemia when it was still a kingdom.
Cistercian Monestary in Vyšší Brod by Donald Judge [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
The wealth of the Rozmberk family is apparent in the rather large fishponds they had built. Rozmberk pond, completed in 1590 near the south Bohemian town of Třeboň, is 4.89 square kilometres and 12.3 meters at its deepest and the largest pond in Central Europe and a Ramsar-Convention protected wetland.

The ponds Rožmberk and Káňov. by Pavel Rychtecký (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html) or CC BY 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

What happened to the Kingdom of Bohemia?

Bohemia was taken over by the Hapsburg Empire in 1526 and continued under the subsequent Hapsburg-Lorraine branch to become part of the Austrian Empire at the dissolution of the Roman Empire. From 1867 to 1918, the Austro-Hungarian Empire annexed Bohemia, although the country retained its name and kingdom status 1918, After World War I, when the Austro-Hungarian Empire was dissolved, Bohemia combined with Moravia, Slovakia, Czech Silesia, and Subcarpathian Ruthenia to create the Czechoslovak Republic.

Why do people call themselves Bohemians when they are not from Bohemian ancestry?

Starving artists, especially of the literary variety, once took up residence in Paris's low-rent districts. These neighborhoods were often occupied by Romani people, called "gypsies," and since so many Romanis lived in Bohemia, these artists came to be known as Bohemians by association, I guess. Because they lived an impoverished lifestyle, the stereotype of the starving literary artist was born. The unconventional lifestyle these artists lived caught the imagination of many and has since evolved into the bohemian subculture we see today.

Because of my Bohemian heritage, I have mixed feelings about my ethnic heritage being overwritten in this way. I love living in the moment as much as the next artist, but there's also a sadness in knowing that the Kingdom of Bohemia is no more.

"Lise the Bohemian"(ca 1868), a portrait by Pierre-Auguste Renoir, romanticizes Romani people, or "gypsies." The model, Lise Trehot was actually French.

About the Author



Bohemian by ethnicity and mindset, Janalyn is an eclectic artist who creates in multiple disciplines. (she also draws, sings, writes poetry, and toys with a camera.) Janalyn is represented by Sarah Joy Freese of Wordserve Literary. Her memberships include ACFW and NCWA. When she's not writing, she loves to discover worlds of adventure in the great outdoors with her family.

Janalyn Voigt's unique blend of adventure, romance, suspense, and whimsy creates breathtaking fictional worlds for readers. Look for her upcoming Montana Gold series, western historical romances set in Montana's gold rush era. Beginning with DawnSinger, her epic fantasy series, Tales of Faeraven, carries readers into a land only imagined in dreams.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Author Naomi Rawlings--Mixing Adolescent Dreams with a Dose of Reality and a Foot of Snow

Once upon a time, I was a short, scrawny junior higher named Naomi who wanted to be an archeologist . . .
 

And a magazine editor who wore high heels and lived in New York city. . .
 

I didn’t really consider that excavating ruins in terrorist riddled countries and being a NYC editor might conflict a little when taking into account time obligations and geography. Unfortunately, when I got older and went off to college, everyone kept asking me what my major was. And wouldn’t you know it, the small college I’d decided to attend didn’t offer degrees in archeology or magazine editing.

So I settled for a degree in English education. After all, I liked to read. Regrettably, reading classics for literature classes didn’t turn out to be nearly as fun as reading romance novels. But that was okay, because by then I wasn’t going to be an archeologist and magazine editor anymore. I was going to be a serious teacher who changed the world by impacting my students lives . . . and I was sure this impact would come. Eventually. After the students from my student teaching classes tired of shooting spit wads behind my back and starting water fights.


Desiring a little break from the spit wads and water fights after I graduated, I married my college sweetheart, Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome, and had a baby. My life was suddenly perfect.

Except my husband had to go to work every day, and my baby took lots of naps. What was I to do with all that time?

Read. Not the classics from college. Oh no. The good guys almost always die at the end of those classics, and who wants to read a story about people who get killed? (Well, besides my stuffy old literature professors.) So I set off on a search for books that ended with “Happily ever after.”

Half a year later, after exhausting all my friends’ romance supplies and throwing a couple books across the room that I didn’t much care for, I looked at my old college laptop and said, “I have an English degree. Why don’t I write one of these?”

And so I did.

Interestingly enough, I find writing historical romances to be a lot like archeology—minus the dirt and bones and worldwide travels—because I still gets to play around with history. And I now work for that editor (book editor, not magazine editor) who lives in New York City and wears high heels.  So my crazy adolescent dreams didn’t turn out to be too far from reality.

My husband, two boys, and I live in Northern Michigan, along the shore of Lake Superior, which consequently means we get buried in 200 inches of snow every winter. We enjoy all kinds of outdoor fun, like snowshoeing and ice fishing in winter, swimming and hiking in summer. And we share our ten wooded acres with a host of woodsy creatures such as deer, wolves, coyotes, black bears, bald eagles, racoons, and fox, to name a few. In the midst of all of exploring nature's grandeur and raising two active boys, I still endeavors to write books. Life couldn't be any better.

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About My Books

Running to freedom, she found love . . .

The injured young woman that Michel Belanger finds in the woods is certainly an aristocrat, and in the midst of France’s bloody revolution, sheltering nobility merits a trip to the guillotine. Yet despite the risk, Michel knows he must bring the wounded girl to his cottage to heal.
  
Attacked by soldiers and left for dead, Isabelle de La Rouchecauld has lost everything. A duke’s daughter cannot hope for mercy in France, so escaping to England is her best chance of survival. The only thing more dangerous than staying would be falling in love with this gruff yet tender man of the land. Even if she sees, for the first time, how truly noble a heart can be . . .


Sanctuary for a Lady released in April of 2012. I am currently working on two sequels to this story, which should both be available in mid to late 2014. In the meantime, I have a cowboy novel coming out in January 2014.

I'm looking forward to blogging with the Christian Fiction Historical Society and getting to know all of you better. For more information about me or my novels, visit www.NaomiRawlings.com