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[–] wjrii@lemmy.world 3 points 6 hours ago (1 children)

Not really? Kind of, but only a little? I'm not a trained academic, but rather a huge history buff and general know-it-all who has some formal training and experience in research techniques (mostly legal stuff and public records, but it comes in handy and can be surprisingly applicable). I also try to have respect for the work of actual academics who've dedicated their working lives to this stuff and not just stop looking when I find a Dan Carlin podcast.

[–] LadyButterfly@lemmy.world 2 points 6 hours ago (1 children)

Sounds good! What are some interesting historical facts you can share?

[–] wjrii@lemmy.world 1 points 1 hour ago* (last edited 1 hour ago)

One of the major sources of tension in university towns from the very beginning was "town-gown" relations. The students were young, often unsupervised for the first times in their lives, sometimes completely foreign to the region, and afforded certain clerical protections from the secular authorities. Conflicts often started at local taverns.
Margery Kempe was basically Medieval English Peggy Hill, a good natured try-hard who simply badgered people into doing what she wanted, including negotiating a celibate marriage (interrupted by only one pregnancy), making her priest re-write her autobiography for her because she was illiterate and the previous scribe she retained died and no one could read his handwriting, and pestering the local anchoress until she got something not unlike her approval, and getting arrested for preaching, impersonating a nun, and being a Lollard.
Speaking of anchoresses, they (and the male anchorites) took a "vow of stability of place," which generally involved being literally bricked up in a cell tacked onto a church, with openings big enough to get light, air, food, and conversation, but by no means big enough to leave. They were almost treated as being already dead. In return, they got veneration in their lifetimes and the church hierarchy kinda laying off about how weird they could get.