Word: royale
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...proof of his penitence, Alfonso transformed the royal summer palace at Burgos' Las Huelgas del Rey into a cloister administered by the white-robed Order of Cistercian nuns. The cloister, Alfonso decreed, would also be the burial site for the dead of the House of Castile; the first of the royal bodies, that of baby Prince Sancho, was entombed there...
Forgotten Royalty. During the next 200 years, 37 members of the royal family were laid to rest there in hermetically sealed sarcophagi, and the tombs were untouched until the Napoleonic invasion of 1808, when French troops drove out the nuns and turned the cloister into a barracks. Later, when Wellington's troops in turn drove out the French, the nuns returned to their desecrated convent to find a ghastly spectacle: tombs torn open, their occupants (whose bodies the nuns regarded as sacred) sitting up or falling out haphazardly, valuables gone. The shocked nuns hastily replaced the bodies as best...
Queen Eleanor, whose domestic difficulties resulted in the convent's foundation, still lay in her royal robes, her hand still covered by a white calfskin glove embroidered in green silk. From other tombs came exquisite brocade bonnets. The colors of the silks were as bright as though dyed yesterday. There was even a bunch of tiny withered roses, a token of personal tenderness 700 years...
Britain's Royal Academy had a new president. At 71, red-faced Sir Alfred Munnings, a rip-snorting conservative and painter of fine horseflesh, had resigned. Into his strait-laced boots last week stepped a 70-year-old Irish portraitist named Sir Gerald Kelly. As befitted a president of the huffy, stuffy R. A., Sir Gerald was on the conservative side too, but he expressed his views more gently than Sir Alfred had. To Sir Alfred, modern art was "damned nonsense" (TIME, May 9). Sir Gerald's judgment: "Some good, some bad and some indifferent, and some . . . danged...
...right foot," Naturalist Charles Waterton (1782-1865) could not forget or forgive the Reformation of the Church of England. The Watertons of Walton Hall were one of Britain's most ancient Roman Catholic squirearchies, and ever since the day of "Harry the Eighth, our royal goat" (as Charles Waterton described the monarch), they had been first plundered, then scorned by their Protestant rulers. But the Watertons had never surrendered either their faith or their ancient seat, a mansion on a lake-island in Yorkshire, and had even fought off Oliver Cromwell with swivel guns and muskets...