A Renaissance Family

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March 23, 2015 by genelup

Once upon a time, a long time ago in a distant land. Actually, it was exactly 458 years ago in an English village called Nottinhampshire. Although the 123 residents there didn’t know it yet, they were living during the Renaissance era. Samuel Sturdy mayored this little community. Samuel married Bertha Stout.

Here is Samuel Sturdy:

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And here is Mrs. Bertha Sturdy-Stout. Yes, married women during the Renaissance revival often used hyphenated last names.

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This couple had seven lovely daughters; all grown up and ready to marry and raise their own families. The eldest daughter is Anne Marie:

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The second eldest is Marie Anne:

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Then there is Annamarie:

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Next were twins, Margaret Ann and Ann Margaret. Yes, they are twins, born 3 minutes apart. Margaret Ann is in the first picture below:

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The next lovely daughter is Bertha Anne:

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The last daughter is Anne Bertha:

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Sorry about the leather straps hiding part of Anne Bertha’s face. She doesn’t take very good selfies of herself.

Word spread throughout England there were seven lovely maidens in Nottinhampshire ready to marry suitable and worthy gentlemen. These are some of the dudes who showed up to ask Mr. and Mrs. Sturdy to agree they could court one of their lovely daughters:

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Then this kid showed up. He said he liked older women and he wanted to plan ahead. He told the Sturdys he didn’t mind waiting until he was 20 years old to marry one of their daughters who would be about 50 years old by then. This is the kid:

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As cute as the kid was, the Sturdys told the kid to take a hike. They didn’t want a 50-year-old daughter still living at home waiting for this kid to grow up.

After interviewing these “courting gentlemen,” the Sturdys also told all these men to take a hike, too. They wanted their daughters to marry royalty. So, Mr. Sturdy invited the king of England to visit Nottinhampshire to see the lovely daughters and to determine if he knew of any duke, prince, nobleman or monarch available to take their daughters’ hands in marriage.

So, the king and his royal court showed up in Nottinhampshire and the Sturdys wined and dined them. Here they are having a merry good time at Sturdys’ expense:

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Well, the king was able to find enough royalty — a monarch from Lichtenstein, a couple dukes and some other noblemen to court Mr. and Mrs. Sturdys’ lovely daughters. A big wedding feast was held as all seven daughters were married at one big ceremony in Nottinhampshire. The townspeople showed up for this:

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The Sturdys finally had an empty nest. They enjoyed the quietness in their home. However, in a matter of weeks, Mrs. Bertha Stout-Sturdy announced to her husband she was pregnant. And, a few months later a lovely baby daughter was born.

Fast-forward 20 years. Lovely baby daughter had grown up. her name: Anna Bertha Marie

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And do you remember that little kid who showed up wanting to marry one of the Sturdys’ older daughters? Well, he showed up again. All grown up at 23 years old.

He now decided he wanted to marry someone younger than him. Mr. Sturdy told him to take a hike again.  However, their young daughter fell in love with this grown-up kid. They dated behind the Sturdys’ back.  This young man inherited a castle from his grandfather in a far-distant land.  Late one night, Anna Bertha Marie and her lover ran off and got married. They lived happily ever after in their castle, as small as it was:

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For exercise, Anna Bertha Marie climbs the side of her house:

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The Sturdys finally got over their daughter’s elopement and once a year they row a boat to visit their daughter — and the grown-up kid. At their Nottinhampshire home, two of their lovely daughters got divorced and moved in — along with their 11 children. The Sturdys never had an empty nest again.

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