New Netherland Medal

The windmill is a nice touch, don’t you think?

Andrew, a question, Do you have any Dutch blood in you?

I would guess primarily UK and German with maybe a twist of French.

I haven’t a drop of non-Irish blood in me. Unless, of course, you go back far enough, naturally. The name originally comes from two brothers, André and Geoffrey, who came from a place called Cussac in La Guyenne (the region around Bordeaux) and hopped over to Ireland when the Normans were in the ascendant.

After many disturbances, some Cusacks went back to France, most notably General Chevalier Richard Edmond de Cusack, who was named a Marechal de Champs (Field Marshal) by Louis XV, if I recall correctly, and decorated with the Ordre de Saint Louis.

No German? None? Then how do you explain your strong affection for sausage?

However this twist of French in you does account for missing carpe diem aspect of Mr. Cusack. Being French and Irish means, or it does with all the other Irish-Frenchies I konw, that you are supposed to fight with yourself. You don’t. Being of quasi-noble Frnech stock, must mean you’ve surrendered to yourself…

Sorry for all the typos. Laughter got in the way more than usual.

Sausage is quite popular in Ireland! Mostly in breakfast form, as well as bangers and mash (of course). I prefer bangers and chips myself, but every now and then you need a bit of mash and gravy in your life.

Andrew, we have to talk. About bangers.

Do you realize before the Germans tried to take over the world by a guy that chewed on the family Aubussons, bangers were altogether a different beast?

They might have even been made from different beasts. WWII rations were dreadful. and the food item most affected was the banger. There is a high bread content in a true banger. For some reason, the Brits tolerated this change so much that when rationing was over, butchers never altered the pork content back to pre-WWII standards.

Now Germans may choose complete nutjobs for world leaders and get behind them goosestepping their way through history, but, and this is a big but, when it comes to sausages, they demand as much pork as they can get into them. Ultimately this strong love of pork sausage will come in handy when dhimmi status is attempted to be strapped on the German people.

History comes down to food. This is why Roderick Spode was so keen to make over all of Shropshire into turnip fields…

Well I love British sausages! It’s Tesco Butchers Choice for me; I am a man of simple tastes.

I do apologise for the random comment, but Jamie has deleted his blog.

Thought you might like to take it off your list.

Mr. Burke and I might be off to New York sometime soon–must catch up.

Have you ever scene the Medals the New York Public Library issued yrs ago ?

Abigail, I refuse to delete the link to Jamie’s blog because I object to his deletion of it.

Nonetheless, do come to New York!

Mr. Kraus, I regret that I have not seen the Library’s medals.

The medal is both beautiful and poignant, particularly to one who descends from the very earliest of both the Dutch and the English immigrants to Manhattan.
1914! The last year of that great century of restorationist peace brought to Europe and a still European America by unapologetic Christian reaction.
And afterwards?
The night, and no rosy dawn on the horizon ever again.

Off topic here, Andrew, but I wonder if you could tell me where you got that spiffy little heart-cross icon that appears at the beginning of the URL in the address slot at the top of the page.

Does that come with your blog server? Is it your invention?