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Every few years, some (usually) deluded soul tries to persuade the newspapers or the courts that he’s a direct descendant of some dead member of the Royal Family or other — invariably from the wrong side of the blanket.

Little wonder, then, that no one paid much attention when Nick Locock took to the law in 2004. Once and for all, he said, he wanted to prove that he was the great-grandson of Princess Louise, the most beautiful — and least conventional — of Queen Victoria’s five daughters.

His claim seemed unlikely, to say the least. If the as yet unmarried princess had indeed given birth secretly to his grandfather, Henry, he was asking us to believe that Queen Victoria — the moral guardian of her era — had colluded to wipe the record clean.
After that, Nick maintained, Henry’s DNA could conceivably be compared with an existing DNA sample from one of Queen Victoria’s granddaughters. The courts, however, turned down his application, citing ‘the sanctity of Christian burial’.

This left Locock both disappointed and bemused. ‘I wouldn’t mind so much if the very same church hadn’t recently moved about 200 bodies to make way for a coffee shop,’ he said.

And there it all rested, until author Lucinda Hawksley began working on a biography of the lovely Louise — a woman so far ahead of her time that she became a respected sculptor and campaigner for women’s rights.
Like all researchers into the Royal Family, Hawksley applied to visit the royal archives at Windsor. To her surprise, she was told that Princess Louise’s files were ‘closed’ to the public.

Next, she tried several times to get access to the archives of Louise’s husband’s family — the Argylls — at Inveraray, Scotland, but again she was firmly rebuffed.

Stranger still, she ran against the same brick wall when she asked to see papers connected to people Louise had known — from fellow artists to servants and friends.
And Hawksley wasn’t the only one who wondered what was going on. The archivists she approached at the National Gallery, the Royal Academy and the Victoria & Albert Museum, as well as at various overseas collections in Malta, Bermuda and Canada, were frankly bemused to discover that all the papers she’d requested had been ‘removed’ to Windsor.
By then, Hawksley was all the more determined to get to the bottom of this most tantalising of royal mysteries.
Why, she wanted to know, had the detailed records of the most popular of Victoria’s daughters been locked away in the archives? What was it about her that was deemed too scandalous or dangerous to be revealed?
Fortunately, enough clues remained to untangle Louise’s remarkable story. Victoria made no secret of the fact that she was disappointed in her children. As babies, they bored and even revolted her; as children, they were dressed up like dolls to be formally presented to her a few times a day.
By the time her sixth child and fourth daughter, Louise, came along, the Queen had all but lost interest. For the most part, the tall, flaxen-haired child was either belittled or ignored — a misfortune that evidently marked her deeply.
She reacted by often misbehaving, which led the Queen to dismiss her frequently in her letters and diaries as ‘backward’, ‘difficult’, ‘awkward’, ‘naughty’ or ‘rebellious’.
The legacy of this treatment was that Louise throughout her life had a desperate longing to be noticed.
And, at 18, when she flowered into the type of curvaceous, regular-featured, blue-eyed beauty most admired by Victorian men, she was indeed noticed. But was she also seduced?
Lieutenant Walter George Stirling, of the Horse Artillery, had been hired in March 1866 as the latest tutor for her delicate younger brother, Leopold, who was a haemophiliac.
An important addition to the Royal Household, Stirling also joined various family outings, parties and dinners. Leopold blossomed under his care, and there was certainly no sign that Victoria was anything but pleased with the handsome young officer.
Louise, meanwhile, was spending a great deal of time with both her brother and his tutor. So it came as a shock when Stirling was abruptly dismissed from his post just four months later.
The official explanation was that the Queen had decided Leopold needed a tutor more used to dealing with ‘persons of delicate health’.
But this makes little sense, as the boy was promptly placed in the care of a notoriously brutal servant, who regularly abused the prince — extremely dangerous for a child at risk of bleeding to death.

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Follow us: @MailOnline on Twitter | DailyMail on FacebookSo why did Victoria sack Stirling? What we do know is that, shocked at her precipitate action, two of the Queen’s senior advisers — who knew that Stirling was a man of great qualities — suggested she give him an alternative job training another of her sons, Prince Arthur, for the Army. But although Stirling would have been ideal for the job, she refused.
It wasn’t long before the entire Royal Household was in a ferment of gossip about his abrupt departure. But the persistent rumour that he’d actually made Louise pregnant emerged only a year or two later.
Surely, you’d think, someone would have noticed the Princess’s expanding girth? Possibly, but the fashions of the time conspired to make baby bumps all but invisible.
Louise would also have had recourse to one of the special boned corsets for expectant mothers, which were tightly laced to create as small a waist as possible. Muffs and shawls also helped hide a tell-tale bump, as did the fashion for frills, pleats, padding and decoration.
Normally, Louise avoided all of these and, intriguingly, there are many references in 1866 to the fact that her dresses were suddenly highly decorated with ribbons, bows and pleats.
How could the Princess have hidden her pregnancy from her dresser?
Simple: as Victoria herself noted in her diary for autumn 1866, Louise, at this date, did not require servants to help her dress.
She certainly wasn’t her usual self in 1866. That July, Louise wrote to a girlfriend that she was feeling ‘low and sad’. The letter went on: ‘[I] sit in my room and cry. I cannot write and tell you why, there are so many things ought not to be as they are . . . I am expected to agree with them and yet I cannot when I know a thing to be wrong.’
It’s also notable that Louise made few public appearances in the winter of 1866 — and that, when she did, she rarely left her carriage.

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Hello OC Blog Readers! I thought I would try something new today…a book review! I won’t profess to be a literary expert, but I am an avid reader and have an opinion-what more do I need? The publisher had contacted me a few months back to ask if I would be interested in a copy of “Victorian Secrets“, and of course I replied with an enthusiastic YES! An opportunity to read about a native Washingtonian (Sarah and her husband currently reside in Port Townsend, WA) and learn more about the history and nature of corsets and corseting-how could I refuse?

First let me say that as a reader I thoroughly enjoyed this book.
The author, Sarah, is warm and witty in her biographical account of her corset evolution.

Over the summer, my everyday clothes had largely been light cotton dresses, which had been easy enough o fit to my new figure, although they had never been designed with corsets in mind.
Once the weather had turned decidedly chill, however, these light dresses were simply unfeasible.
I had grown rather vain about my figure, but I couldn’t see how it would do my beauty any good to catch pneumonia over it.

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Sarah & Gabriel

Wool skirt and blouse
The book is really a series of anecdotes expertly woven to capture Sarah’s decision to not only corset, but adopt a traditional Victorian style of dress.
Her and her husband, Gabriel, have collected authentic vintage clothing and other items for many years.
For her 29th birthday Gabriel presented her with a corset.
At the time, that was the one garment Sarah was vehemently against.
The majority of the pages cover her foray into corseting-from occasional to full time.
She shares the good, the bad and the ignorant she encounters along the way.
A conversation from Chapter 27…

“Cinco de Mayo!”

I raised an eyebrow at this.
“Pardon?”

“It’s a Mexican holiday, I thought…” His voice trailed off.

I pointedly looked myself over: ankle-length wool skirt, three petticoats, cashmere-lined leather gloves…I’d have died of heat prostration anywhere in Mexico that wasn’t at least a mile above sea level.

I learned a great deal, not just about corsets, anatomy and Victorian women as a whole, but about modern society and how our relationships have changed over the course of the time. Her words have given me much to think about (which I always applaud).
This is a great read for really anyone-not just women interested in corseting or waist training. Pick up a copy and let us know what you think.

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Sir Humphry Wakefield has a job proposition. He’s looking for a servant prepared to devote ‘life and soul’ to his stately home, Chillingham Castle. And, in return, he’s willing to pay minimum wage. That’s fair, after all.
Dear old Sir Humph is that rare creature, a feudal aristocrat. The 77-year-old has spent so long restoring his beloved pile in Northumberland that he seems to belong in the Middle Ages.
His pride and joy is a collection of broadswords, pikes and halberds that hang on the castle halls, and he needs an enthusiastic serf to keep them polished.
The baronet believes that the working classes should work, and he wasn’t afraid to say so on You Can’t Get The Staff (Channel 4).
Clearly, in his medieval haven, the baronet has forgotten about political correctness, which is likely to put the kibosh on any attempt to reinstate domestic service.
This amusing look at the relationship between Upstairs and Downstairs in the 21st century highlighted how hard it is to get a gardener, never mind a butler or a keeper of the armoury.
Princess Olga Romanoff, great-niece of the last of the Russian Tsars, needed a gardener’s boy to help out on her 35 acres of grounds.
A reasonable requirement, you might think, for an exiled royal whose Sussex cottage is a minor tourist attraction . . . until the PC problems kick in.
For a start, you can’t advertise for a ‘boy’. You mustn’t specify a ‘youth’. You shouldn’t even say ‘man’. What the princess required was a gardener’s person of indeterminate years.

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Follow us: @MailOnline on Twitter | DailyMail on FacebookAs it happens, one applicant was young and male. But political correctness scuppered any hope of hiring him — he spotted a ‘keep hunting’ sticker in the window of the princess’s battered car, and decided that his conscience forbade him from working for any employer whose political views differed from his.
Back at Chillingham, Sir Humphry was having similar problems. His first job-seeker was a pony-tailed swashbuckler who was itching to try out the swords, and who argued with every historical assertion — despite the fact that the baronet was an expert on antiquities who used to work at Christie’s auction house.

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Follow us: @MailOnline on Twitter | DailyMail on FacebookThis was a neatly constructed documentary, with plenty of pace and amusing moments. We watched as Lady Colin Campbell, the royal biographer, threw a dinner party in her tiny South London flat, with hired help.
And there were tips for aspiring valets and parlour maids — how to iron a newspaper, and polish a chandelier.
In the end, for both Sir Humphry and Princess Olga, the solution was to ignore the male candidates and hire a woman, someone with life experience who wasn’t afraid to roll up her sleeves and get on with it.

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Follow us: @MailOnline on Twitter | DailyMail on FacebookYou might think there’s a lesson there. But I couldn’t comment: it wouldn’t be politically correct.
Another sexist assumption was overturned on the Children In Need Sewing Bee (BBC Two), as Hairy Biker Dave Myers joined three female celebs in the clothes-making contest.
Some might expect that portly Dave, with his Hawaiian shirts and face fungus, would be an unlikely seamstress. And they’d be right: after his first attempt to make a skirt, he lamented: ‘It’s more Coco the Clown than Coco Chanel.’
But he was a quick learner and, by the end of the contest, his Sixties mini-dress — run up from a roll of polka-dot fabric on a sewing machine — looked like classic haute couture.
Sewing Bee is blatantly modelled on Bake Off: it features three challenges spread over two days, judged by a pair of experts. Apart from this celebrity fundraiser, there have already been two series.
But it lacks the excitement of the cookery tent, because sewing is so much less hectic than baking. Instead of clouds of flour, bubbling saucepans of jam and towers of iced sponge, there is only the quiet clatter of the machines as they stitch the hems, and the mutter of contestants with their mouths full of pins.
Regular viewers will have spotted that the impossibly stylish Patrick Grant, the show’s Savile Row judge, has acquired a moustache. It looked positively caddish . . . but to say so, of course, would be politically incorrect.

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From the Eric Hoffer panel of judges: "In 1922 Rebecca Latimer Felton became the first female U.S. Senator for the term of only one day. This accomplishment might seem insignificant if it were not for Felton’s long and active involvement in social reform and ultimately women’s suffrage. Born into the destruction of the plantation south, Felton’s life parallels the reformation of Georgia from the ashes. Staman is an engaging biographer and does well to show us the landscape as well as Felton’s intriguing course of events. You’ll finish this book remembering that there is a seat at the table for everyone, if we strive hard enough and demand the very best of ourselves."

Spanning nearly a century (1835-1930)the life of Rebecca Latimer Felton was profoundly changed by the disastrous effects of the Civil War and Reconstruction upon her beloved state of Georgia. Although she had once been a Southern Belle, then loving wife and mother on a large cotton plantation, she began to step out of the traditions expected by southern chivalry and tradition. With her husband's encouragement, she became a woman politician forty-seven years before she got the right to vote. A tireless crusader, her attempts at political and civil reform are set against the backdrop of a state in violent chaos. Sherman's matches, Reconstruction's graft, one-party corruption, the KKK, lynchers, hallelujah evangelicals, chain-gang convicts, the sneering H.L. Mencken "unsexed" suffragists, WCTU crusaders, and something possibly worse than anything else -- a tiny insect called the boll Weevil -- all strut or crawl or sweep across the pages of this work.
If you were sick in 1831, the year that Thomas Mütter graduated from medical school in Philadelphia, you might have been wise to avoid physicians altogether. America was a backwater of medicine. Doctors still clung to the ancient dogmas of Hippocrates and Galen, with grisly results. They drained lakefuls of blood with lancets and leeches, raised mountainous blisters with mustard poultices and gave mercury pills enough to cause a flood of diarrhea, turning their patients' bodies into topographies of pain.At best, these treatments were fearsome placebos for patients with depression and hypochondria. At worst, for those with typhoid, cholera and other serious infections, they increased the risk of death from dehydration and organ failure.

Mütter, the long-neglected subject of this lively and engaging biography by Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz, was one of a handful of physicians who dragged American medicine into the modern era, helping to transform it into a powerhouse of scholarship and innovation.

When Mütter was born in 1811, he seemed to be a child of fortune. His mother was a bookish and beautiful product of Virginia's planter aristocracy, and his father was a well-to-do wheeler-dealer of Scottish stock. But both parents were tubercular and sickly, and their prosperity would prove illusory. By age 7, Mütter was an orphan. The son inherited his father's delicate lungs, restless ambition and debt-ridden estate.

Young Tom was packed off to boarding school and college, thanks to the erratic charity of a distant cousin, and eventually emerged as a cigar-smoking fop with mutton chop sideburns and a penchant for leghorn hats and silk cravats. After attending the young republic's premier medical school, the University of Pennsylvania, he went abroad to Paris, at that time the world's Mecca of medicine.

French medicine was skeptical, progressive and cruel, combining Enlightenment rationality and medieval brutality. Paris had two hospitals devoted entirely to the care of syphilis, one of which required all patients to be publicly whipped before and after treatment. The city also had a renowned school of anatomy, which solved the problem of cadaver disposal by feeding the remains to a pack of ravenous mongrels.

On the plus side, an American in Paris could watch technical wizards such as Roux, Lisfranc and Dupuytren at work in the operating theater. Philibert Roux was the most beloved of Parisian surgeons. His colleagues said he was "without fear, and beyond reproach." He was the first surgeon to successfully repair a ruptured female perineum, a dreaded complication of childbirth. Mütter greatly admired Roux's pioneering work in plastic surgery and cleft-palate correction.

Jacques Lisfranc was a surgical innovator and original thinker, daring to a fault. He treated a series of women with cervical cancer by amputating the cervix, leading to more deaths from hemorrhage and infection than cures. He is mainly remembered for describing a midfoot crush injury in a Napoleonic cavalryman who got his foot tangled in a stirrup while falling from his mount. Today, the Lisfranc injury is an occupational hazard of running backs and offensive linemen, and a bane of fantasy football owners.

Mütter also saw Paris's greatest surgeon, the brilliant and dastardly Baron Dupuytren, presiding over its greatest hospital, the Hôtel-Dieu. Pierre-François Percy, chief surgeon to the Grande Armée of Napoléon I, called Dupuytren "the best of surgeons, the worst of men." To Lisfranc, Dupuytren was "the brigand of the Hôtel-Dieu." Dupuytren was a self-made man, the workaholic son of a bankrupt country lawyer. As an impoverished medical student during the French Revolution, he had studied by the light of candles made of tallow filched from cadavers. In the operating room, he was a perfectionist, abiding by the motto "nothing is more to be despised than mediocrity." Driven by greed and sporadic fits of empathy, he outmaneuvered his colleagues to rise to the top of his profession and was awarded a barony by Louis XVIII. By the time of Mütter's sojourn in Paris, Dupuytren had become a brutal and domineering monster of conceit, literally leading patients around his clinic by their noses and throttling those who didn't follow his prescriptions.

Mütter admired the creativity, meticulous technique and cleanliness of Parisian physicians, while deploring their callousness. Seeing patients in agony was almost unbearable for Mütter. Colleagues said that he was "painfully sympathetic with the suffering of the patient," perhaps because as a child he had seen his parents waste away, and was himself always in poor health.

The young man made one additional discovery in the course of his travels: the umlaut. On his return to America in 1832, poor Tom Mutter the orphan became the more imposing Thomas Dent Mütter, Philadelphia social climber.

Mütter eventually found an academic home at the city's Jefferson Medical College (now Sidney Kimmel Medical College). Jefferson was brand new but had quickly become an elite institution, thanks to two distinctions that may not seem like much to us, but were remarkable at the time: The students saw patients early on in their training, in an era when live bodies were an afterthought at most medical schools, and the teachers actually put time and effort into their teaching.

Mütter was one of the first plastic surgeons in America. Plastic surgery seems to have been born in India, where the cutting off of noses was an ancient means of public punishment and private revenge. The absence of a nose being a grave social liability, there were many patients desperate for help. An anonymous Hindu brickmaker of genius came up with a solution, probably many centuries ago, and passed the secret down to his descendants. A wide flap of skin was cut from the middle of the forehead, swung downward, shaped into a plausible facsimile of a nose and sewn into place. A London surgeon named Carpue heard of the Indian method and used it in the early 1800s to restore noble British noses that had been lost to syphilis. Mütter used his own modification of this procedure to replace Yankee noses which had been bitten off in barroom brawls.

Mütter was also a pioneer of burn surgery. Victorian women worked around open fires while imprisoned in petticoats and corsets. Minor domestic mishaps could result in horrific burns, as with Miss Havisham in "Great Expectations." According to Ms. Aptowicz, the neck area was particularly vulnerable, being a "virtual powder keg in its combination of air, restrictive dense fabrics, and light airy layers of decorative cloth." Mütter operated on one young woman who had suffered such a burn in childhood. Thick layers of scar tissue on her neck had made her head immobile and distorted her face and jaw. He removed the scars and rotated a flap of skin from the neck and shoulder to fill in the defect. The procedure, now known as the "Mütter flap," was a complete success and is still used today.

Mütter bonded with his patients to a degree that his contemporaries must have found bizarre. He insisted that the medical school take care of patients overnight after surgery, instead of jolting them home over the Philadelphia cobblestones with their still-bloody incisions. Before his plastic surgeries, Mütter spent hours massaging the cleft palates, scars and gaping wounds that he planned to repair. He believed this would desensitize the tissues and make the operation easier. If nothing else, it promoted trust between patient and physician, enabling him to perform complex operations before the development of anesthesia. But Mütter was never satisfied with the status quo. When the first case report of anesthesia was published, Mütter became the first physician in Philadelphia to adopt it and championed its use.

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The latest issue of “American Craft” magazine, published by the American Craft Council, the national nonprofit based in Minneapolis, pays tribute to the enormous influence American potter Warren MacKenzie has had on others who practice the craft of clay. In brief but illuminating statements, 15 of his protégés including Maren Kloppmann, Jeff Oestreich, Michael Simon, Dick Cooter, Mike Norman, Mark Pharis and Guillermo Cuellar explain what their relationship with MacKenzie has meant to them. Each is a testament to what good teachers do: guide without forcing, help when help is needed, demand integrity, let people find their own creative selves. Take a look, and be sure to see the photo gallery.

On Monday (Nov. 24), St. Paul will officially co-name the section of Franklin between Berry and Eustis Ave. “Dave Ray Street.” The late bluesman was born in St. Paul; Franklin & Berry was the location of the insurance business he took over from his father. Ray was a member of the Twin Cities folk blues trio Koerner, Ray & Glover. Red House recently issued a 3-CD retrospective of his career, “Legacy,” with extensive notes by Glover. The naming ceremony happens at 1 p.m., if you want to stop by.

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Tonight at Maple Island Brewing in Stillwater: Doug Hennes presents “That Great Heart,” his biography of I.A. O’Shaughnessy. The 13th child of a Stillwater bootmaker, O’Shaughnessy became the largest independent oil refiner and the largest benefactor of Catholic higher education in the United States. Hennes is the vice president for university and government relations at the University of St. Thomas, where four buildings are named O’Shaughnessy. 7 p.m. Free.

Tonight through Saturday at the Southern: Only a Dim Image Dessert Theatre presents “The Philadelphia Story.” Calyssa Hall directs Phillip Barry’s classic play, which led to the 1940 romcom starring Cary Grant, Kate Hepburn and Jimmy Stewart. 7:30 p.m. FMI and tickets ($23 adults, $18 students; includes dessert). Ends Saturday, Nov. 22.

Saturday at Northrop: The 53rd Annual Marching Band Indoor Concert. Nothing warms the blood like a marching band, especially if you don’t have to sit outside to hear it. This program packs a double whammy: the magnificence of the new Northrop and the fantastic sound, precision, and enthusiasm of the Pride of Minnesota, a 120-year-old organization whose members come from all majors and disciplines within the U. (They commit over 500 hours each semester to the band. No wonder they sound so good.) Tim Diem, Craig Kirchhoff, and Jerry Luckhardt conduct a program of half-time favorites and other rousers including “Hail! Minnesota,” “Battle Hymn of the Republic,” and “The Star-Spangled Banner.” 2 p.m. and 7 p.m. FMI and tickets ($20–$30).
Opens Saturday at History Theatre: “Buddy – The Buddy Holly Story.” Nicholas Freeman is the hiccuppy Holly in a part-bio, part-rock-concert play about his life. Alan Janes’ play, a History Theatre favorite, follows Holly’s brief career from rebellious country singer to the day the music died. A collaboration with McNally Smith College of Music, with dancers from the St. Paul Conservatory of Performing Artists, the show features 24 hit songs (“Peggy Sue,” “That’ll Be the Day”) and a live band. 8 p.m. FMI and tickets ($25–$45, students $15, 18 and under $10). Through Dec. 21.

Monday at the Guthrie: Leo Kottke. The great fingerpicker’s traditional Thanksgiving-week concert draws top musicians to hear one of their own. Kottke’s career spans more than 40 years and 40 albums including his legendary 1969 debut “12 String Blues.” Here’s a set he performed at the City Winery in New York earlier this year. He’ll have a bit more room on the Guthrie’s main stage, but you can expect similar warm, crowd-pleasing banter and virtuoso playing. Nellie McKay opens, which is also pretty terrific. Doors at 7 p.m., music at 7:30. FMI and tickets ($39 and $44).