The Royal Suffragette

pretty clear. But because the size of the stamps is only a little bigger than an inch in either direction, the captions below each photo are helpful at distinguishing specifically what and whom we're looking at. Once damp reads the Great Pilgrimage of Suffragists, and it features a mass of women standing shoulder to shoulder preparing to march in London for their cause. Another is titled Women's Freedom League Poster Parade,

and it shows a procession of women holding signs. The women are being led in their parade by a young girl, most likely no older than twelve. I should say the photos are all inspiring in a sort of non specific pleasant way. They're mostly nameless women, respectfully holding signs and gathering to assert their rights, and that makes sense when

thinking about how women suffrage is most often remembered. The whole peaceful progress narrative just doesn't play as well next to pictures of police brutality and the prison force feedings that those women were forced to endure. Today, the women's right to vote is so lively accepted as an indisputable right that it's almost difficult to imagine the lengths to

which the government once fought against women's suffrage. Looking back one hundred years to the past, I think we like to imagine the fight as sanitized and simple, easy and inevitable, which makes the inclusion of the second to last photo in the stamp collection all the more interesting. In that stamp, a woman dressed in a floor length fur coat stands on an empty sidewalk. A newspaper titled The Suffragette is held up in her right hand, with the headline propped

up on a poster to her left. That headline is just one word revolution. The stamps caption reads, Sophia do Leep Singh sells the Suffragette and while it's technically true. It's enough to make you wonder in a collection of photos of women gathered and masked, why is this single woman recognized by name and given a stamp entirely her own? Well For starters, the caption buries the lead before its

first word. The descriptor to this photo should read Princess Sophia do leep singh sells The Suffragette and were character count not a factor? The small caption might also include the fact that the seemingly nondescript sidewalk that the princess is standing on was actually outside the grounds of Hampton Court, where she had been granted an apartment by her godmother,

Queen Victoria. Contrary to the caption, Princess Sophia's main goal outside Hampton Court that day was not just selling newsprint, at least east not the newspapers in her hand. Whether or not she sold even a single copy of The Suffragette that day, the princess knew that pictures of her trying would soon be gracing the gossip pages of every newspaper in London, and considering the fact that she's the star of a women's suffrage publicity campaign a hundred years

after the fact. She was absolutely correct about the power of her celebrity. But what I find especially satisfying about Princess Sophia's stamp in the Royal Males collection is the implication her presence there brings with it. The other stamps show women protesting the quote unquote right way, peacefully marching, politely, posing in sashes. Even the one photo of two women being released from prison shows them smiling and waving from a flower covered carriage. And then there is Princess Sophia

who is pictured selling newsprint advocating revolution. And it's a newspaper from an organization which had very publicly attacked, like actually attacked with very real bombs, the Crown and its policies. And she's doing so on the steps just outside her royal apartments given to her by her godmother, Queen Victoria. Now, nothing about the image itself spells out anything especially controversial, which makes it an ideal image for the Royal Male's

portrayal of women's suffrage. But if you know your history, you know that Sophia and her association with the suffragette movement was enough to have the Crown seething for retribution. The Indian princess, whose nation had been stolen by the very country she had no choice but to call home, had the power to shake this supposedly superior government with just a bag of printed paper and a sandwich board.

The revolution, as written across her poster, was coming, and Princess Sophia du leep Singh was ready to meet those who tried to stop it head on. The reason Princess Sophia Duleep Singh, daughter of the last Maharajah of the Sikh Empire and god daughter to Queen Victoria, stood holding out a copy of The Suffragette is most likely the same reason her image was specifically highlighted by the royal nail.

She was a true change maker, though from the outside she may have given off the image of the demure Indian princess quote unquote, her very existence was enough to shake the British government to its core, a fact she made sure to never let them forget. I'm Dana Schwartz

and this is noble blood. On a typical morning for the dew Leep sing children, it was not uncommon to stumble out of bed and glance out the window to find one of their many servants chasing an exotic animal over the dew laden lawns of elevated In Hall in Suffolk, Sussex, England. The children's house may have lied on British soil, but that had in no way stopped their father, Maharajah de Leep Singh, from collecting a menagerie of wild animals from

his homeland and bringing them to their estate. Echoes of India ran in abundance through eleviad In Hall, which under the Maharajas order had been fully stripped, and Ramon to emulate the stylings and culture he had been forbidden to

return to. Following the death of his father, the Lion of Punjab, Ranjit Singh, and following the British East India Company's annexation of the Punjab what we now consider to be India and Pakistan, the then eleven year old Maharajah was given little other choice than to emigrate to London. Upon his arrival, Queen Victoria was quick to dote on him, and of course by dote I mean anglicize away all traces of his Indian identity and convert him to Christianity.

It wouldn't be until the young royal was married and surrounded with children of his own, that he would stop to reconsider everything he had been forced to leave behind. After his sixteenth birthday, the Maharajah received a stipend of twenty five thousand dollars a year, the equivalent of around two point five million dollars today, which may seem exorbitant, but in reality was a pittance compared to the amount of well he would have had had he still been

ruling his own kingdom. Predictably, as the years passed, his resentments towards the British Crown grew and his expenses began to surpass the threshold of what the India Office was willing to forgive. The upkeep for his exotic animal menagerie alone wasn't cheap, and neither was the top down renovations he had insisted upon at Elvidon Hall that, paired with his unfortunate gambling habit, brought the de leep Singh family

to the brink of financial ruin. By eighteen five, Facing bankruptcy and an irreparable reputation, the Maharajah told his family to pack their bags. They were going home to India. This was are from Duleep Singh's first attempt to return to India, but with the near constant surveillance as well as his monetary dependence on the British government, all previous

attempts had been stopped before they started. Considering the political turmoil in the British Raj since the Maharaja's exile, it was unsurprising that the British Crown was less than enthusiastic about the idea of the son of India's beloved Lion of the Punjab returning to his homeland. As such, it was equally unsurprising that, despite the secretive nature of their attempted escape, the Maharajah and his family didn't make it

passed Egypt before they were stopped by British authorities. Ordered to return to England at once. Do Leip Singh acquiesced to sending his wife and children on a Britain bound ship, but he refused to board it himself. Instead, he watched from the docks as his family sailed back to the country that had taken everything from him, and he himself turned to board ship to France alone to start a

new life. Upon the Famili's returned to England, Dewleep Singh's absence had Sophia's mother plummeting into a staggering depression, the rest of the children clung on for any remaining semblance of familial stability. Little more than a year later, eleven year old Sophia contracted typhoid. Her mother sat vigil at her bedside during the night, but when the doctors came to check on the young Sophia the next morning, they found her mother dead at her bedside. Doctors eventually concluded

that she went into renal failure. Her recent bout of alcoholism, combined with the stress relating to her ailing daughter and absentee husband, proved to be too much for her body to handle. Regardless, Sophia and her siblings were now parentless in a country that was never supposed to be their homeland. The princess would go on to spend her formative years in houses of British aristocracy until eighteen, when Queen Victoria granted her and her sisters a Grace and Favor apartment

in Hampton Court in London. It was there Princess Sophia would truly have her first taste of freedom from outside the near constant surveillance that she had been kept under since her mother died. After years of receiving a quote unquote proper English education, culminating in a Britain ask debut into society with the white gowns and ostrich feathers, Sophia

took to her freedom with newfound vigor. Thanks to the attention garnered by her debut, The Princess was a common staple at London's most exclusive social gatherings, each host clamoring

to boast their connection to the young Indian royal. The god daughter of Queen Victoria, She was often seen wearing the newest fashions in the finest fabrics, the walking envy of every British socialite, and when she wasn't the talk of London's nightlife, Sophia still managed to grab headlines with her ever expanding list of unorthodox hobbies, despite the rumors associated with its ill effect on a woman's reproductive help.

Sophia became an avid cyclist, procuring the latest equipment and often traversing the short distance between Hampton Court and Richmond Park, while to the horror of many un chaperoned. She also carried on her father's love of animals with her own pack of show dogs that she took pride in breeding for competitions at any time. The air in her home was a chaotic blend of dog for and imported foreign tobacco, which didn't take too long too great on the other

two de leep sing daughters. Sophia's sisters, Bomba and Caroline, were famously critical of their younger sister's fondness for her small brood of animal companions, But despite Hampton Court technically being their shared residence, the sisters never made a habit of staying around long enough to call at home. Caroline followed their former governess abroad to Germany, while Bomba traveled to the United States to go to medical school in Chicago.

That was until Northwestern University decided women weren't fit to study medicine, citing quote women men cannot grasp chemical laboratory work or the intricacies of surgery. But considering this was the same generation of scientists that believed a bicycle seat would be detrimental to a woman's reproductive health, I think it's safe to assume the scientific basis for their prejudice may have had less to do with evidence and more

with a few fragile male egos. Regardless When Bamba do Leap Sing reluctantly returned to Hampton Court, it was with heaviness in her step. The event that had led her back to Britain obviously weighed painfully on her mind, but Sophia was intent on bringing her sister out of her slump. Sophia may not have been old enough to fully understand the extent of her mother's depression after their father had abandoned them, but her sister Bomba's discontent was not something

she could stand to watch fester. The day is at Hampton Court were leaching the life out of her sister, and so Sophia said about achieving what their father had never been able to do. She was going to bring them back to India. In the end, she found that it would be easier to ask forgiveness than permission. The sisters told no one of their plans, and possibly even used false names to gain passage to the homeland they

had never known. When they finally arrived and Princess Sophia descended the ship's steps and finally set her feet on Indian soil for the first time in her life, she had expected something to happen. She had at least expected to be acknowledged, considering she and her sister had just illegally gained passage to the one country on Earth she and her family had been expressly forbidden to travel to

since before she was born. She expected some sort of reprimand once the British authorities pieced together their whereabouts, But when she stepped off the ship, the only thing to meet her, along with the blistering Indian heat, was the cool air of English indifference. The authorities had certainly taken note of the princess's arrivals, but had opted to ignore

them and their disobedience altogether. This meant, rather than providing a guide to the English speaking sisters, as would have been customary for anyone else of their name and rank, the deleep Singh princesses were now forced to embark on their travels alone, and while the Crown may have felt vindicated in their passive aggression, it unfortunately had the inverse effect of exposing Sophia and her sisters to parts of

India that didn't necessarily look kindly upon British rule. For the first time in her life, Sophia was welcomed into rooms not as the quote exotic Indian princess, but as the granddaughter of their beloved Raj Singh, the stairs in her direction were not due to the color of her skin, but the blood in her veins. Despite the language barrier, Sophia took every moment she could to learn more about

her country and its history. It was during this first trip to India that the princess learned of the poverty and plague her people had been subjected to under British rule. The version of history that she had been given in the halls of a Buckinghamshire estate were wildly different from what she was learning as she rode on horseback through the Punjabi countryside. She was now determined to find out

the truth for herself. When Sophia eventually made her way back to England, she found the extravagant gowns cluttering her closet begging to be worn to the countless social events no longer brought her the same joy they once had. Even though she had been born and raised in England, she had always known it was not her home, not really.

But it was one thing to understand that concept, and another thing entirely to be so blatantly confronted with the inequity and destruction that had trailed in the wake of the British rule in her homeland, and even more infuriating in theory. She was in a position of power, and yet she found herself powerless to affect any meaningful change for the people that she had met overseas. Pomp and pageantry of her life suddenly felt so insignificant. She needed

to do something. It was with that fire that in h eight, Princess Sophia found herself walking into the home of one Una Dugdale, a woman holding a meeting for a group called the Women's Social and Political Union. Sophia watched as the woman spoke her impassioned tone, boldly declaring the necessity for progress in their country, for equal rights

and equal representation, for the women's right to vote. Una described a movement of like minds, a group tired of waiting for permission to take up space, and when Sophia went home that night, for once, she didn't spare a thought for the countless gowns that no longer fit the person she had become. For the first time since her return from India, Princess Sophia do Leep Singh felt that

she had found a home. Before we continue, I just want to make a quick note that from here on out I'll be using the term suffragette rather than suffragist, simply because that was how Sophia referred to herself, and I think in telling her story, it's important to use the language that she identified with. Now back to that story. From that day forward, Sophia became a devout supporter of the Women's Social and Political Union, or WSPU, throwing all

of her efforts into fundraising for the cause. It didn't take long for the organization to take an interest in the Royal Suffragette, and soon Emmiline Pankhurst was asking to use Sophia's image strategically to promote their message. The princess didn't have to think twice. Amidst the reports of hunger strikes and subsequent force feedings coming out of the prisons, Sophia was more than ready to be put on the

front lines. Though as excited as she was to show her port for the w SPU, even she could not have predicted the horror of what was to come. On November eighth, the streets outside Caxton Hall were cold and wet in the late autumn morning, As more and more women gathered in the narrow street, the energy between them crackled through the dreary London fog. Only a week before, Pinkhurst had stood at the head of Albert Hall and

addressed her legion of supporters with grave news. The Conciliation Bill, which the w SPU had been working on tirelessly for months, was on the brink of failure after a letter leaked from the Prime Minister outlining his intentions to quash the bill before it could pass through Parliament. Quote if the bill, in spite of our efforts, is killed by the government, then first of all I have to say there is

an end of the truce. Pink Hurst's anger echoed through the hall she was speaking at, and when she declared her intention to beat down the doors to the House of Commons, the roar of the crowd support was deafening. A week later, Sophia walked alongside pink Hurst at the head of the three person strong procession to the House of Commons. Sophia was next to eight other women purposefully chosen to signify the face of the women's suffrage movement.

The morning's tension only grew as the protesters poured steadily into Parliament Square. Sophia continued to put one foot in front of the other, but it was difficult to ignore the stairs of the police and civilian men who had

been awaiting their arrival. Pankhurst's group managed to summit the steps to Saint Stephen's Gate, the last obstacle between them and Parliament, But as Sophia turned to look back on her sisters and arms beside her, the cheers she thought she heard suddenly sent chills of horror down her spine. By the time Big Ben struck twelve noon, all hell

had broken loose. The events of this day would go on to live in infamy under the name Black Friday, a well deserved moniker for possibly one of the darkest days for the women's suffrage movement in Great Britain. For the following six hours, police would attack the suffragettes, throwing them to the ground with excessive force and sexually assaulting

those who had the nerve to stand back up. There were numerous reports of policemen and plainclothes officers groping women's breasts, a practice which at the time was widely believed to cause breast cancer. Others would recall being tossed between officers, having their clothes ripped and dislodged as they fought and clawed back in self defense. Meanwhile, at St. Stephen's Gate, Sophia and her cohort were trapped by a line of

policemen blocking their way back into the square. Pankhurst yelled herself horse in an attempt to get the police to rein in their men, while another woman in their party, who rode alongside them on horseback, took matters into her own hands. She broke the line by riding her horse through the officers, taking down as many as she could with her riding crop. Sophia had just enough time to watch her friend be pulled from her horse before she managed to break through the line of police herself and

run headfirst into the fray. The brutality from Afar had been horrifying, but once within the chaos, the reality was much more gruesome. She watched a woman near her bethrown to the ground by an officer multiple times, each blow making it more difficult for the woman to stay on her feet. When Sophia could no longer stand to watch, she pushed her way through the crowd and placed herself between the two, demanding that the police officer stop his

abuse immediately. Now it should be noted that it barely taller than five ft. The princess was hardly an imposing figure, but when the officer finally stopped to take in who had stopped him, he didn't think twice before running in

the opposite direction. Princess Sophia's face was a staple in all the London papers, and even if she was not the most physically intimidating figure, her social status alone was enough to make the power that the police officer flaunted so gratuitously just moments earlier wither away into dust after she had gotten his badge number. He was Constable V

seven hundred. Unfortunately, despite Sophia's quick thinking, Constable V seven hundred would not be charged with any sort of crime for the atrocities committed on Black Friday, nor would any

of the officers responsible for the Wanton bloodshed. The Home Secretary at the time, a relatively young Winston Churchill, issued a statement saying that they would not be charging the officers with any offenses which may have taken place, since all charges against those suffragettes arrested that day had also been dropped, as if that evened the score. For weeks following the event, Sophia wrote to the Office of the Home Secretary, citing specific events she witnessed and demanding justice

be handed down. Eventually, Churchill got so tired of receiving mail from the princess that he had his office flag her name so no further postage from her would make its way to her desk, as if she could be ignored. After the events of Black Friday, the Princess's involvement in

the WSPU only continued to grow. The following February, on the day the King was said to make a speech to Parliament, Sophia participated in a coordinated protest where she jumped in front of the Prime Minister's car holding a banner which read give women the Vote. After being hauled away by police, the authority parties contemplated taking further action

against the princess, but they ultimately decided against it. The King's speech was meant to be the story in the papers the following day, not the arrest of Queen Victoria's god daughter, and so much to the chagrin of the Prime Minister, the princess was allowed to walk free. By this point, the British government was more than ready to reprimand the royal pain in their sides, but prison time

for the princess remained out of the question. The reports of force feedings and abuse within the prison system would have only acted to make the Princess a murtyr, something the Crown could not afford in their ongoing fight against the suffrage movement. Instead, they chose to punish her through

the most public legal channel they possessed. After years of participating in public protests and proudly defying the government in the name of women's suffrage, in June nine eleven, Princess Sophia finally received a court summons for her failure to pay the licensing fees for her dogs. Scandalous, I know. In reality, her lack of proper canine documentation was a mere bullet point in the lengthy list of taxes the

princess was refusing to pay. Sophia was an ardent supporter of the Women's Tax Resistance League, which had taken to adopting the Americans Revolutionary War slogan no taxation without representation. Just a few weeks previously, another suffragette had been arrested for her tax in subordination, and Sophia was prepared to be led away in handcuffs as well. The court, however,

was set on taking a different approach. Two weeks after her court summons, bailiffs arrived at Empton Court with a warrant. They warned Sophia, should she once again refuse to pay her fines, they would be forced to enter her home and find goods which they could auction off to compensate for her debts. The princess kindly informed the officers that she would be happy to pay once women had the

right to vote. Predictably, this didn't sit well with the bailiffs, who proceeded to raid her home and take a seven stone diamond ring from her collection of jewels, the value of which far surpassed the sum of her finds. But when the ring was set to be auctioned off a little over a month later, this time, Sophia was not alone. By the time the auction began, the room was filled wall to wall with suffragettes waiting for the moment the

ring would be brought to the stage. When the seven diamonds finally glinted from the front of the hall, the auctioneer opened the bidding to absolutely no response. A smug silence settled over the room as the auctioneer was repeatedly forced to place the starting bid lower and lower. Only when he reduced the starting price to ten pounds did a woman finally raise her hand. I like to imagine the auctioneer never swung a gavel so fast in his life.

As soon as the ring was paid for, the woman in question placed the ring in Sophia's palm, to the uproarious cheers of the suffragettes around them. The government's efforts to make an example of their royal suffragette only served to make her burn brighter. Over the next few years, Sophia's dedication to the cause remained unwavering, even as those

around her began to falter. By thirteen, the actions of the WSPU had gone from civil disobedience to arson bombings and rather ironic considering their ten commemoration the destruction of mail. Now I want to be on the record and say I do not support arson bombings or the destruction of mail, no matter how ironic the destruction of mail is. But for better or for worse, Sophia was steadfast and her

support of the w s p u s efforts. The princess may have loathed public speaking, but she offered to stand on stage next to Pankers to amplify her support for the cause whenever she would have her. This was also around the time she would begin to stand outside her residence at Hampton Court with a satchel full of copies of the Suffragette newspaper. With the w SPUs methods resorting to more and more violent action by the day, Sophia continued to use her image to bolster support even

when they're formerly ardent supporters began to desert them. But just as tensions between the British government and the w SPU threatened to reach a boiling point in June nineteen fourteen, a bullet was fired in Sarajevo and not even the w SPU could dodge the collateral damage. In the wake of World War One, the w SPU immediately stalled their practices so they could help contribute to the war effort.

The hard stop was difficult for some of the Suffragettes to take, but so Fia easily pivoted to her new line of work. By nineteen fifteen, Sophia was volunteering as a nurse for the British Red Cross in Brighton, after having spent so many months abroad. Wounded Punjabi men coming off the front lines found themselves comforted by the site of familiar brown skin, but no doubt, they quickly became flustered at the realization that their wounds were being tended

by the granddaughter of their beloved Ragitet Singh. When the Princess could, she presented some of the injured men with small carvings of ivory to take home, keepsakes meant to brighten the dreary realities that the war held over their heads. Putting her image to use. In nine seventeen, Princess Sophia organized in India Day fundraiser, which funded over fifty thousand

huts for sepoys stationed around the world. And she wasn't a own in her efforts, whether through fundraising, nursing, or filling the posts left vacant by soldiers off to fight on the front lines, women carried England economy on their previously assumed to be meek and fragile backs. By the end of the war, women's role in the community had so completely shifted that in Parliament passed the Representation of the People Act, which widened the previous restrictions on citizens

suffrage to include certain women among their ranks. And suddenly, as white flags were waved over trenches and soldiers were finally called back home, Sophia was confronted with the bitter sweet realization that, in order for the country to move forward toward the future, she had helped to fight for the home she had once found among the suffragettes no longer needed to exist. The years following the war passed

in a painfully slow pace for the Princess. The void left in the wake of her social activism had already threatened to sink her into a staggering depression, but the grudges held steadfastly by the British government had her struggling to keep afloat. Across the ocean, the fight for Indian independence was growing by the day, which inversely meant that the adoration for the grandchildren of the Line of Punjab

was beginning to fall by the wayside. The British government, most likely still bitter because of the public embarrassment the Princess caused the Crown with her actions for the WSPU decided it was within the best interests of the British people to all but cut off the dew leap singing at children. For Sophia's siblings, who were either married or financially independent by this point, this was a non issue.

But for Sophia, the sudden lack of funds meant that while the government didn't dare touch the home granted to her by Queen Victoria, she could barely afford to keep it heated during the winter. After several attempts unsuccessfully to get the India Office to reconsider their decision, Sophia's brother stepped in to assist in her finances. He also hired someone who would be able to help her manage the apartments at Hampton Court, a gesture that would indirectly shape

the rest of Princess Sophia's life. Janet Ivy Bowden, or Bozy, as she was known, like her employer, was a force to be reckoned with. At the time she was hired, Bosey was only twenty two years old, but if she

had anything it was the audacity. On previous occasions when the Princess's depression seemed to get the better of her, the majority of her staff had gone out of their way to avoid her, but with a full house to run on a shoestring budget, Bosey did not have time to coddle the princess, as she saw it, and instead she told Sophia to simply, quote, stop pouting. After a lifetime of being catered to by servants who had never

dared to speak back to her. It was Bosi's blunt, but arguably fair demeanor that not only secured her employment with the princess but served to make her a lifelong friend. Bosey and Sophia grew so close that she would eventually make Sophia the godmother to her daughter, a role Sophia took on with the same enthusiasm and devotion she did all other roles before. From a young age, Sophia made sure to instill in her new god daughter the important

of using her voice in the world. Bose's daughter would later recall her godmother making her promise quote, you are never ever not to vote. You must promise me when you are allowed to vote, you are never ever to fail to do so. You don't realize how far we've come when we look back on social change, Throughout history, we have a tendency to boil down the entirety of a movement to the outcome it achieved. Namely, this makes sense.

Every story needs a beginning, middle, and end. But the more time passes, the more a beginning, middle, and end somehow shifts into a before and after binary way of interpreting history, time giving the illusion that the after would have given enough time, inevitably come to pass. But that's just the thing, isn't it. The outcome of these movements, these freedoms, and these rights that we have the privilege

to benefit from, we're not given to us. They were hard fought for, tooth and nail, inch by grading inch. In August, Princess Sophia du leip Sing passed away peacefully in her sleep at the age of seventy two. She left behind no spouses or airs, but in her place stands a legacy of bravery and perseverance that continues to live on in the ballots of women around the world.

That's the life of royal suffragette Princess Sophia du Leepsing, but stick around after a brief sponsor break to hear more about how she spent some of the later years of her life. In two thousand two, the grieving family of a man named Michael Sarbert was sorting through his

belongings when they made a peculiar discovery. Deep within a hidden box of his possessions that were never before seen were photos of Sarbert as a child, which would not have been all that odd except for the inexplicable presence of an elderly Indian woman in the frame beside him. Beneath the photos, Michael had left his family a letter explaining his final wish was to have his ashes spread

around the grounds of the house in the photos. The house in question happened to be a residence in Buckinghamshire, where Sarbert and his two siblings stayed during World War Two with none other than Princess Sophia herself. During the Blitz, so Fia had evacuated her residence in Hampton Court and gone to stay with her sister Katherine in the British countryside. While there, she volunteered to take in a family of three children and their mother. One of the children was Michael.

You might already be familiar with the idea that children were evacuated from London during the Blitz. It's a scene that happens at the beginning of the Famous Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, but this was reality. The princess quickly grew to dote on the children, and she frequently took them walking around the ground with her and her

famous dogs. Michael's sister recalled quote she once told me I had to tell her everything, leaving no detail out, because she had never gone to school like us and wanted to know what she had missed. After the war, Michael moved back to London with his family and eventually grew up and immigrated to New Zealand, where he would

go on to have a family of his own. He never spoke of his time in Princess Sophia's home in the countryside, and so it was left to Michael's sister to explain her brother's final request and this previously unknown chapter of his life to his family. In two thousand four, Sarbert's sister was able to return to England to fulfill her brother's final wish to go back to the place

he had quote been happiest in his life. Noble Blood is a production of I Heart Radio and Grim and Mild from Aaron Manky Noble Blood is hosted by me Danish Wortz. Additional writing and researching done by Hannah Johnston, hannah's Wick, Mirra Award, Courtney Sunder and Laurie Goodman. The show is produced by rema Il Kali, with supervising producer Josh Thaine and executive producers Aaron Mankey, Alex Williams, and

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