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RAMSES II: THE MUMMY WHO HAD TO GET A Passport

RAMSES II’S PASSPORT

Believe it or not, in 1976 Pharaoh Ramses II was issued an Egyptian passport for passage to France nearly three millennia after his death.

Ramses II, a king in ancient Egypt, was immensely popular and considered by many to be the most powerful Pharaoh to have lived. The son of Seti I, Ramses was named Prince Regent when he was 14 years old and is believed to have taken the throne before reaching 20.

The young Pharaoh led numerous military campaigns, besting pirates, conquering empires abroad, and squashing rebellions at home. His military prowess stuffed the state coffers allowing him to build enormous monuments and vast tombs for himself.

The pyramids had been built 1,500 years before Ramses’s time. Instead of focusing on the construction of a single great monument, he had buildings all up and down the Nile River constructed in his honor. Most Pharaoh’s had their statues carved shallowly into stone, making it easy for successors to destroy or remake them in their own image. He instead instructed his masons to carve his likeness deeply into the stone, giving his statues a unique and lasting style.

He was responsible for the construction of the Abu Simbel temple and the Ramesseum—an enormous mortuary temple. Among his more notable monuments are a tomb for his lover Nefertari and a colossal statue weighing over 100 tons.

BURIAL AND TOMB

Ramses II was originally buried in a grand tomb in the Valley of the Kings, but was subsequently moved many times by priests who feared looters. He spent as little as three days in some places, and the priests recorded their actions on the wrappings on his body. Despite his resplendent wealth and power in life, his sarcophagus was lost to history, and by the time of his rediscovery, he was in deteriorating condition.

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Dear baby,

August 30th, 2018

I really should stop leaving it so long between writing to you!

As I write this, you are sat on my lap blowing spit bubbles and chatting away to me. You are 12 weeks old today and an absolute delight, it is a pleasure being your mummy. That isn’t to say I always find it easy, but that’s okay; I’m very new to this and we’ll figure it all out together.

You’re such a great baby. You sleep all night right now, which is awesome, you smile and chat to whoever wants to chat to you and you’ve nailed the whole holding your head up business and can’t wait to move onto the next thing. I’m so excited to watch you grow up.

We’ve also had some challenges though: you hate bathtime with a passion, we had to switch from boobies to bottles and you’re a very sicky little boy. We’ve checked and it’s nothing to worry about, but the amount of bibs and muslin cloths we go through in a day is truly impressive! But overall, I can’t complain. You’re wonderful, and I just love to sit and stare at you all day.

The next couple of posts on this blog won’t be written directly to you. In fact, if you do choose to read these letters one day, I suggest you avoid them because:

You’ll think they’re boring, or

It might even get a little gross

That’s right, I’m going to share my labour and birth story... or what I remember of it. At 12 weeks pp, it already seems so long ago and I’ve said to daddy since you were born that there’s a couple of hours that I genuinely can’t remember and seemed to disappear. I’m also going to blog a list of my must haves for labour, birth and a hospital stay with baby, partially for me to look back on in future if we ever give you a little brother or sister.

Anyway, you’ve just fallen asleep sat up leaning against my knees so I’m going to lay you down and get myself some lunch.

I love you, my boy, more than you’ll ever know.

Forever with love,