2017-12-23
13 分钟The holidays.
For the more fortunate amongst us, the holidays are an opportunity to come together and enjoy great food, holiday hams, grains of the world.
The list goes on.
But there is one holiday treat that nobody will enjoy this year, because it is buried far, far beneath the earth.
And those who dug its grave, dug deep, deep enough.
They prayed that its secrets would stay down there and that no man would ever be able to make it again.
You're listening to something true stories from the footnotes of history, written by Duncan Fife and read by Alex Ashby.
This week, a special holiday episode, the resurrection of the flesh.
When Queen Victoria's beloved husband, Prince Albert, died, the monarch of Great Britain and Ireland essentially retired from public life.
Her mourning lasted decades.
The palace staff yearned to lift her spirits.
And after 26 years, they finally succeeded.
In 1887, they threw the queen a golden jubilee, a 50th anniversary celebration of her coronation, where she was honored at Buckingham palace by royalty and entertainers from around the globe.
And a cowboy.
News that the queen was finally getting out of the house spread throughout the kingdom.
And the small but very enthused Yorkshire village of Denbigh Dale decided to celebrate the queen and the golden jubilee in their own way.
They would bake her a pie, but not just any pie.
It would be the largest pie anyone had ever seen, whether in Victoria's kingdom or in the kingdom of God.
Denbigh Dale had made three big pies before.
The first, in 1788, was also baked for a suffering monarch.