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Frieda Lawrence
Frieda Lawrence (August 11, 1879 – August 11, 1956), born Frieda Freiin von Richthofen, was a German literary figure mainly known for her marriage to the British novelist D. H. Lawrence. She was a distant relation of Manfred von Richthofen, the "Red Baron".
Life
Emma Maria Frieda Johanna Freiin (Baroness) von Richthofen (also known as Frieda Weekley, Frieda Lawrence, and Frieda Lawrence Ravagli) was born in Metz. Her father was Baron Friedrich Ernst Emil Ludwig von Richthofen (1844-1916), an engineer in the German army, and her mother was Anna Elise Lydia Marquier (1852-1930). She was a fifth cousin, once removed, of German air ace Manfred von Richthofen. Though their last common ancestor was born in 1661, the Red Baron's fame nonetheless attached to Frieda's reputation in wartime England.
In 1899, she married a British philologist and professor of modern languages, Ernest Weekley, with whom she had three children, Charles Montague (born 1900), Elsa Agnès (born 1902) and Barbara Joy (born 1904). They settled in Nottingham, where Ernest worked at the university. During her marriage to Weekley she started to translate German literature, mainly fairy tales, into English.
Weekley
Coordinates: 52°25′03″N 0°41′57″W / 52.4176°N 0.6993°W / 52.4176; -0.6993
Weekley is a small village and civil parish in the English county of Northamptonshire. At the time of the 2001 census, the parish's population was 242 people. Weekley is just off the A43 road north of Kettering. It is administered as part of the borough of Kettering. Of the 56 houses in the village, 20 have thatched roofs.
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