TheCuriousOne
Always Searching...
I wrote about this life in another thread, but since I didn't want to feel like I was "taking over", I decided to start a new thread.
Recently I became aware of a life in Scotland as Adaira Jameson, who was married to a man named Marcas, and who had two sons, Alasdair (nicknamed Alas) and Rabbie.
I started having this memory while riding in the car (I usually try to do most of my PL pondering at this time. It works for kids, and I have a child's personality, so...
) I began by asking myself why I felt so nervous when I heard babies and toddlers cry in the Sims 3. I figured I must have had a life where I lost my children.
Slowly, some details came to mind. I decided to go with the first things that came to my mind, which were Scotland, 1301, Amira, Marcus, Alex, and Robin. I also pictured the dress I wore, the cottage I lived in, and the foods I ate.
Later i wrote down the experience in my journal. This is what I wrote:
"We lived in a cottage away from the village. The village was named Bo-something. My sons made daisy chains for me and I can still remember the flowers tickling the back of my neck. I wore a typical peasant dress. I was heavyset, but not obese. For meals we ate these green beans that tasted like...green beans."
Prior to writing this I googled "Scottish names beginning with A, M, A, and R." (not those exact words, but you get the idea) I found some names that weren't exact, but came pretty close. Amira became Adaira, Marcus became Marcas, Alex became Alas, and Robin became Rabbie.
"One day, when my sons were 5 (Alas) and 2 1/2 (Rabbie), there was a small scale raid on our village (so small, in fact, that it's not a part of recorded history). Our house was hit and my sons were taken from me. I spent years in mourning. I died in childbirth in 1308, delivering my third child.
This experience was validated via Wikipedia.
From Wikipedia, article titled Raid (military): Small scale raiding warfare was common in Western European warfare of the Middle Ages. Much of a professional soldiers' time could be spent in "little war", carrying out raids or defending against them.
I've looked at maps, and Scotland is indeed in Western Europe.
P.S. An excerpt of something I wrote while listening to early medieval Scottish music:
"When I was Adaira Jameson, I would always make soup as a special treat. It was a nice break from lima beans. I stand over a big black kettle, stirring the soup, which consists of peas, carrots, chicken, and beans. I lift the ladle and take a sip of soup. It is very hot. Considering the soup to be done, I slowly pour even amounts into metal bowls using a metal ladle. Marcas is already sitting at his seat, his hands folded patiently. Alas runs to the table and scampers onto his stool. I set the bowls in front of both, then help Rabbie into his chair. I spoon feed Rabbie (he is 1), blowing carefully on the hot soup before feeding him. Alas burns his tongue trying to scarf down the soup, I tell him to slow down. Marcas is eating slowly, he knows the soup is hot. We are all eating at the big wooden table that Marcas built"
What's interesting to note is that prior to this I've never really taken an interest in Scotland, and I've never been a real big medieval history buff. I've always been more interested in the 20th century.
Recently I became aware of a life in Scotland as Adaira Jameson, who was married to a man named Marcas, and who had two sons, Alasdair (nicknamed Alas) and Rabbie.
I started having this memory while riding in the car (I usually try to do most of my PL pondering at this time. It works for kids, and I have a child's personality, so...
) I began by asking myself why I felt so nervous when I heard babies and toddlers cry in the Sims 3. I figured I must have had a life where I lost my children.Slowly, some details came to mind. I decided to go with the first things that came to my mind, which were Scotland, 1301, Amira, Marcus, Alex, and Robin. I also pictured the dress I wore, the cottage I lived in, and the foods I ate.
Later i wrote down the experience in my journal. This is what I wrote:
"We lived in a cottage away from the village. The village was named Bo-something. My sons made daisy chains for me and I can still remember the flowers tickling the back of my neck. I wore a typical peasant dress. I was heavyset, but not obese. For meals we ate these green beans that tasted like...green beans."
Prior to writing this I googled "Scottish names beginning with A, M, A, and R." (not those exact words, but you get the idea
) I found some names that weren't exact, but came pretty close. Amira became Adaira, Marcus became Marcas, Alex became Alas, and Robin became Rabbie. "One day, when my sons were 5 (Alas) and 2 1/2 (Rabbie), there was a small scale raid on our village (so small, in fact, that it's not a part of recorded history). Our house was hit and my sons were taken from me. I spent years in mourning. I died in childbirth in 1308, delivering my third child.
This experience was validated via Wikipedia.
From Wikipedia, article titled Raid (military): Small scale raiding warfare was common in Western European warfare of the Middle Ages. Much of a professional soldiers' time could be spent in "little war", carrying out raids or defending against them.
I've looked at maps, and Scotland is indeed in Western Europe.
P.S. An excerpt of something I wrote while listening to early medieval Scottish music:
"When I was Adaira Jameson, I would always make soup as a special treat. It was a nice break from lima beans. I stand over a big black kettle, stirring the soup, which consists of peas, carrots, chicken, and beans. I lift the ladle and take a sip of soup. It is very hot. Considering the soup to be done, I slowly pour even amounts into metal bowls using a metal ladle. Marcas is already sitting at his seat, his hands folded patiently. Alas runs to the table and scampers onto his stool. I set the bowls in front of both, then help Rabbie into his chair. I spoon feed Rabbie (he is 1), blowing carefully on the hot soup before feeding him. Alas burns his tongue trying to scarf down the soup, I tell him to slow down. Marcas is eating slowly, he knows the soup is hot. We are all eating at the big wooden table that Marcas built"
What's interesting to note is that prior to this I've never really taken an interest in Scotland, and I've never been a real big medieval history buff. I've always been more interested in the 20th century.
