When I was a child I really thought that the Tudor rose was going to have a more central role in my life because I was bang into the Tudor rose. One teacher we had used to get us to draw them, often without warning. We were like tiny soldiers in a constant state of alertness for the command. Everyone wanted to be able to draw the Tudor rose the fastest, or the neatest, or with the good red pencil, the one with the rich dark pigment that produced opacity from the first line without having to go over it. The children in that classroom could have drawn one blindfolded, even with the waxy pale red pencils (the rubbish ones). I wonder if English schoolchildren still regard the Tudor rose as a mixture of party trick and serious business, or still assume that as adults, maybe in a job interview or at a wedding, someone will bark at them “Stop what you’re doing, it’s Tudor rose time”. Probably not. Now I think about it, while I remember the other kids diligently sketching out their roses, I don’t really have any proof that any of them were quite so taken with this little emblem as I was.
Oddball Special Interests #1: Part One
Oddball Special Interests #1: Part One
Oddball Special Interests #1: Part One
When I was a child I really thought that the Tudor rose was going to have a more central role in my life because I was bang into the Tudor rose. One teacher we had used to get us to draw them, often without warning. We were like tiny soldiers in a constant state of alertness for the command. Everyone wanted to be able to draw the Tudor rose the fastest, or the neatest, or with the good red pencil, the one with the rich dark pigment that produced opacity from the first line without having to go over it. The children in that classroom could have drawn one blindfolded, even with the waxy pale red pencils (the rubbish ones). I wonder if English schoolchildren still regard the Tudor rose as a mixture of party trick and serious business, or still assume that as adults, maybe in a job interview or at a wedding, someone will bark at them “Stop what you’re doing, it’s Tudor rose time”. Probably not. Now I think about it, while I remember the other kids diligently sketching out their roses, I don’t really have any proof that any of them were quite so taken with this little emblem as I was.