A Thousand Miles Up the Nile

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Natuurlijk is Edwards een dame van haar tijd. Bij de armoede van de bevolking of de bemanning staat ze niet erg stil. Wel lijkt de positie van de iets beter gesitueerde vrouwen haar afschuwelijk, die zitten alleen maar binnen en vervelen zich dood, terwijl Edwards zelf al die schatten ziet, en onverschrokken stikdonkere graftombes betreedt, of de piramides beklimt (dat mocht toen nog gewoon). One of Amelia’s first excursions, and her last on returning to Cairo, was to the Giza Plateau, to see the Pyramids and the Sphinx. Her first impression was of awe and wonder, and on the return visit, she climbed the Great Pyramid, atop which she marvelled at the theories that abounded about them even then.“Recognising how clearly the place is a great cemetery, once marvels at the ingenious theories which turn the pyramids into astronomical observatories, and abstruse standards of measurement. They are the grandest graves in all the world – and they are nothing more.” a b Historic England. "Grave of Amelia Edwards (1439170)". National Heritage List for England . Retrieved 24 September 2016. Amelia Edwards formed emotional attachments almost exclusively with women. From the early 1860s onwards, she lived with Ellen Drew Braysher (1804–1892, see below), a widow 27 years her senior who had lost her husband and daughter not long after Edwards' parents had died and was to become her companion until both women died in early 1892. Another significant person in Edwards' life was Ellen Byrne, the wife of a pastor and school inspector, with whom Edwards apparently entered a love relationship during the second half of the 1860s. The relationship ended when the husband, John Rice Byrne, was assigned a different school district and the couple moved away, which left Edwards deeply distraught.

Adjoining what may be called the monumental part of the building, we find a number of halls and chambers, the uses of which are unknown. Most writers assume that they were the private apartments of the King. Some go so far as to give the name of Temple-Palaces to all these great funerary structures. It is, however, far more probable that these Western Temples were erected in connection, though not in direct communication, with the royal tombs in the adjacent valley of Bab-el-Molûk. Thirdly, Edwards took up composing and performing music for some years, until she suffered a bout of typhus in 1849 that was followed by a frequently sore throat. This made it hard for her to sing, causing her to lose interest in music and even regret the time she had spent on opera. [7] Other interests she pursued included pistol shooting, riding and mathematics. [8] Fiction [ edit ] Jennifer Speake, ed., Literature of Travel and Exploration: An Encyclopedia (New York: Routledge, 2003), 379. Her will stipulated not only that the professorship must go to someone under the age of 40 but that no one at the British Museum must be considered for it. In this wayshe assured that her candidate Petrie would be the first Edwards Professor of Egyptology. He, of course, went on to become the greatest name in the history of archaeology, a credit to his patron’s foresight and support (Lesko).

Rees, Joan (1998). Amelia Edwards: Traveller, Novelist and Egyptologist. London: Rubicon Press. pp.19 and 66. ISBN 0-948695-61-7. willingly have added a double pipe or a cocoa-nut fiddle 1 to the strength of the band, but none of our It was a real thrill for me to read this book. It's a must-read if you have any interest in Egyptian history. If you don't, this isn't the book for you. If you have a passing interest, this is a good book to skim, and maybe skip over the parts where the author gets pretty detailed. To rob the dead was always a lucrative trade at Thebes; and we may be certain that the splendid Pharaohs who slept in the Valley of the Tombs of the Kings, 39 went to their dark

On her death, Edwards stipulated that her library of over 3000 books, her private collection, engravings and sketchesalong with 5,000 pounds go to support the Edwards Chair of Egyptology at the University Collage of London and made clear that the one appointed to the prestigious position would be William Matthew Flinders Petrie (Adams 2010:38). Wat een verrukkelijk boek is dit. Toen reizen nog een avontuur was, toen Egyptische oudheden nog half onder het zand lagen, toen je zelf onderweg nog eens een tombe kon openen, of een waterpijpje roken met een lokale sjeik. Stephanie Boonstra discusses the EES’ archive project that saw the rehousing and preservation of over 5000 glass-plate negatives from some of the Society’s earliest excavations in Egypt. The book has two great strengths. The first is that it describes, often in detail, the archaeological remains as they were in 1873-74; many have been subsequently damaged, destroyed, or relocated (e.g. Philae and Abu Simbel in 1968 because of the Aswan Dam). While written descriptions can become tedious, most of Edwards' are quite vivid. Even when she fails (on the hall of Seti I at Karnak), she is eloquent:

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I’ve always been suspicious when I read a book on the history of Archaeology or attend a lecture that starts with the “Fathers of Archaeology” and never mentions women, at all, ever. I know Archaeology isn’t the only scientific field to suffer from this “man-washing” of its history. I don’t really think it’s a malicious thing. I think women have just been marginalized for so long, even other women in the different fields accept that women had no hand in forming or growing science. The Phantom Coach, by Amelia B. Edwards, adapted by I. M. Richardson, illustrated by Hal Ashmead, c. 1982 The French House was built over the roof of the sanctuary, at the southern end of the Temple. At the northern end, built up between the enormous sandstone columns of the Great Colonnade, was the house of Mustapha Aga, most hospitable and kindly of British Consuls. Mustapha Aga had travelled in Europe, and spoke fluent Italian, English, and French. His eldest son was Governor of Luxor; his younger — the "little Ahmed" whom Lady Duff Gordon delighted to educate — having spent two years in England as the guest of Lord D., had become an accomplished Englishman. Elsewhere we come upon scenes less painful. The Sun emerges from the lower hemisphere. The justified dead sow and reap in the Elysian fields, gather celestial fruits, and bathe in the waters of truth. The royal mummy reposes in its shrine. Funerary statues of the king are worshipped with incense, and offerings of meat, and libations of wine. 28 Finally the king arrives, purified and justified, at the last stage of his spiritual

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Amelia B. Edwards

Rees, Joan (1998). Amelia Edwards: Traveller, Novelist and Egyptologist. London: Rubicon Press. p.69. ISBN 0-948695-61-7. Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards was born in London, England on June 7, 1831. Her father Thomas was a retired army officer who became a banker after his service ended. Her mother was of Irish decent. Amelia was educated at home by her mother, and displayed talent in art and music. But she especially showed promise as a writer at a very young age. By the 1850s, Amelia began her career as a journalist and writer. 1 In 1855, her first novel My Brother’s Wife was published. Throughout the 1850s and 1860s, Amelia published several short stories and novels, many centered on travel. 2 Although Amelia Edwards had brief travels in her early journalism years, her most memorable, and documented journeys came after her parents’ death in 1860. After their passing, Amelia had little reason or desire to remain in London. She would take this opportunity to travel more herself, instead of just writing about it. From her experiences would come several great stories. Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards, Untrodden Peaks and Unfrequented Valleys: A Midsummer Ramble in the Dolomites (Leipzig: Bernhard Tauchnitz, 1873), 20. One commenter called the book "slow". What, exactly, would you expect? It's a travel journal, after all: no plot, character development, conflict, climax, final reveal, et cetera.