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HERE'S A QUICK HELLO TO PETE MY NEW SCRABBLE FRIEND.
JUST IN CASE HE GETS LOST.
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Dorothy Milnes - Simm, On Life and Love! xxx:
Fun for All the family
And now, whoever said History was boring ! ! !
"Dogs believe they are human. Cats believe they are God."
"There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast."
"Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this." --Anonymous
"Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats to pull a sled through snow." --Jeff Valdez
"As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat." --Ellen Perry Berkeley
Where did the saying Piss Poor come from?
used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a
pot & then once a day it was taken & sold to the tannery.....
..if you had to do this to survive you were "Piss Poor."
worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn't even afford to
buy a pot......they "didn't have a pot to piss in" & were the lowest
of the low.
next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water
temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to
be. Here are some facts about the 1500s:
people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May,
and they still smelled pretty good by June.. However, since they were
starting to smell . ..... . brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water.
man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all
the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of
all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose
someone in it.. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath.
was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other
small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became
slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof....
Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."
was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a
real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up
your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over
the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into
floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence
the saying, "dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get
slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor
to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more
thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping
outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way.
Hence: a thresh hold.
(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)
those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that
always hung over the fire.. Every day they lit the fire and added things
to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They
would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold
overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in
it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme: Peas porridge
hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.
they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When
visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a
sign of wealth that a man could, "bring home the bacon." They would cut
off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto
the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with
tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered
was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the
loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper
cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes
knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the
road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.
were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family
would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would
wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake. It's a good job we have glass now
is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to
bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a
bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of
25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they
realized they had been burying people alive... So they would tie a
string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up
through the ground and tie it to a bell.
would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.)
to listen for the bell; thus,someone could be, saved by the bell or was
considered a "dead ringer."
And that's the truth....Now, whoever said History was boring ! ! !
So . . . get out there and educate someone! ~~~ Share these facts with a friend
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homepage is a special one for me because it leads me straight into my
love of music and films and all things artistic.
There is plenty more to
see and hear and read about in all the pages on your left
Enjoy my Lovelies , you are about to venture into Paradise, you lucky, lucky
Hidden far above the world, amongst the clouds so white, lie dragons, but do not fear for they will never do any harm to your land, your souls, your mind, for most are kind and even blind to the wars you humans share. In days of old when you were bold and you used to do us harm, we left your earth for safer climes ones we found secure. We left you alone so you could destroy the lands you held so dear, the hunger, slaughter, devestation, all those things we fear.
So seek us not oh human kind we are peaceful way up here.
A piece written by a child age 9 in Palestine when looking at this picture.
With the state of the world seemingly in total chaos
I wish to share this with everyone, it is very sad.
I ONLY COMPLAIN
OF MY SORROW AND MY
From the moment I was born I remember feeling a warmth all around me, a
feeling of belonging to somewhere very special. Growing up with a
community who seemed like no other, where everyone looked towards the
beauty that surrounded us, that same beauty that fed us, keeping out
bellies full and our bodies strong. As
I lay here now - in the same house that I had shared with my parents
and his parents, Grandfather Abbas and Grandmother Durriyah, who was so
bright and shining just like her name. My
eyes wept for her even I lay here in what must be the cellar, she had
left us much too early, Her energy was unceasing when it came to looking
after her children and then us, her grandchildren when Mother and
Father went to work in the fields. My
father Karif was the second of their three sons but only Father and
Uncle Qudamah remained. Their elder brother Asim was killed during the
fighting in the desert. My
grandfather then built this house and they settled to what they hoped
would be a new life in his Palestine, where there would be no more wars,
how wrong he was. I
was born in the September of 1946 into a home that still share some
laughter and singing, poetry and games, and it was from a very young age
that I heard of the all the bad things that had started in our beautiful
land, in fact from the word go it seemed like mother and father talked
about nothing else but another war, not another World War, but a war
that would mean the end for all of us in Palestine. "But
we needn't worry," Grandfather Abbass, would say. "War maybe just
around the next corner but they will soon realise that it was a terrible
mistake they made, settling a handful of Hebrew Jews in Palestine,
don't worry son everything wil be fine." I remember the arguements between Grandfather and father, with Grandmother trying to keep things simple by agreeing with them both.
His words were proven right for the wars did come and what was
beautiful was turned to ash, and what stood tall and strong was
shattered beneath the guns and bombs. It also turned our country into a
continuous stream of poison bile that turned this way and that just like
the divided River Jordan, depriving and raping, and starving this once
fruitful land of it's rare plants and olive and orange trees, along with the
laughter and replaced all with the screaming of the children and the
wailing of the women. Then with the loss of our land and refuge so did we become a none generation. If we ever did get help. I don't remember it. I
remember on my eigteenth birthday, father crying as he laid my
grandmother to rest between what we thought was the grave of Amin and
two more of his own family. We
were still waiting for the outcome of this uprising, the shouts of
Yasser Arafat as he begged and pleaded for help from the outside world,
the United Nations, was there anyone who would come to aid the Palestinian people
who were gradually being pushed farther and farther away from their
was according to some a terrorist, but to many, he was going to be our
saviour. Arafat who held talks with Nassar in Cairo, Nassar who gave his
support and who was murdered by the new Egyptian regime who sold out
Palestine for wealth and greed, and who have left their own people
without nothing but their own interior troubles as one after the other
Egyptians are still assasinated. Arafat
who was the one person who was going to set our people free from the
troubles that were being forced upon us by the masses of so called
Israelites that had now divided our lands not only with weapons but with
barriers, making sure as they did by destroying the lands that our
ancesters had turned from nothing into paradise. Soon
we were trying to find the graves of our loved one, after the passing
of Grandfather Abbas. But once more the land that held the remains of
Amin, Grandmother and several others who had been lost during these
troubles, had been destroyed along with many of the Cemetries and
many of the towns and villages were razed to the ground and their
inhabitants massacred where they slept or stood, trees burnt never to
grow again, the children either killed or left to die within their
families arms. If
you compare this to what happened during a declared war in Europe, what
the Nazi's did was nothing compared to the inhumane ways of these
Butchers and Mercenaries.
I tried to lift my arm to wipe the tears that filled my eyes, for a
moment I couldn't see a thing and half of me wished it would stay like
that. Blinking furiously I managed to remove the salty tears, letting
them trickle down the side of my face so I might catch it with my
tongue, I was so thirsty. Once
more I tried to move my arm, if I could just raise myself up onto one
elbow I might be able to work out how to get out this stupid situation.
There was a plank like board hanging to my left, if I could just... I
stretched and at this stage I think I passed out again.
It must have been quite sometime before I came to my senses, for the
trace of light over the kitchen ceiling was gone . Also gone was the
board that hung over my head, in its place was the leg of what looked
like one of our two young grandchildrens bed, I needed to know if they
were alive, were they safe., What
had happen to my father and mother who had left to try and find Ameena
whom I had dropped off at the United Nations Hospital just before the
last wave of tank fire. Maybe he had managed to find mother. I
hadn't heard from my eldest daughter Eman and the three boys. Nor
anything from Mohamed, Eman's husband, that was apart from a message
to the house that had been bought by a runner who had broken through the
barrier, saying he hoped to find them before the bombing got any worse.
was six weeks ago and I hadn't been able to tell my grandchildren
anything. Had my father been able to find my mother, had she managed to
get out of the Strip and even then she had many obstacles to cross
before reaching the West Bank and maybe safety. I just didn't know anything. Just that I was down here and the girls were somewhere up there. I looked at the ceiling again.
I lay awake for a long time, Straining my ears trying to hear what was
going on outside. It was too quiet, maybe they were waiting for the sun to
show her face so they could see what they were going to destroy next. Hm
not that, that hadn't stopped them before. I was finding it difficult
to concentrate, my thirst was getting worse, my tongue felt as if it
was swollen to twice its normal size. Again I drifted back between a restless sleep full of sleepless dreams. Something wet had fallen from the gap above my head, it splashed on my face and I almost cheered at the thought of water. I reached to gather it up, spread it across my dried lips. Forgetting
for a moment where I was, until the pain reminded me I reached out.
Then I clenched my teeth together and continued to reach for the rag
with my free arm lifting the sodden thing from off my shoulder. It was wet, but as I held it up to my face the light of the sun grew stronger. I let the slip of blanket fall onto my chest. I didn't want to see it. I didn't want to know whose blanket it belonged to. I
could smell blood without having to look at it. I lay for a while
staring up at the leg that had dropped even deeper through the gap in
the ceiling. Closing
my eyes I picked it up again and held it under my nose and began to
cry. I had witnessed this smell many times over the last fifteen years. Blood dried by the heat and the cold, congeeling wherever it lay. I
struggled to get up but the pain in my right arm was bad. It was broken
I think from the blast and the fall. Jamming my left fist into my mouth
I slowly but surely drew myself into a sitting position. I couldn't see the broken arm but I could feel it flopping this way and that as I smacked it against the broken wall. "Oh Allah please help me," I passed out again with the prayer to Allah on my lips.
Once more the dreams and nightmares of the past seemed to crawl all
round me. I felt cold yet I knew I was hot for what was left of my robe
clung to my sweating torso. As
I sat up I looked down towards my legs. They hadn't really been giving
me any pain and so I tried to pull them up against my chest. I
remember a scream ringing in my ears, I saw the ceiling above me slowly
coming down. I remember the bodies of my two little treasures tipping
from the bed as it slide through the widened gap. Arms wrapped round
each other but not being able to say who was whom. The noise got louder and louder, the screaming never seemed to end, the lights went out and .........
It was about three months later when aids arrived from the red cross,
Mist from the sea was settling on the ground as they worked day and
night to sort through all the rubble. There was not a chance in hell
that anyone would be alive but prayers were said in the refugee camps,
just in case.
A woman stood by the side of the waiting ambulance. She was all in
black only her hands were red, where somehow some of the blood hadn't
dried up completely, caught in a little pool in a childs potty that was
once kept under the childrens bed. Sahalah wept as first one then the other of her little grand-daughters were released from their grave of masonry. "Excuse me ma-am but do you know if there was anyone else in the house?" "Just my husband," she said quietly, "just my husband who was looking after the girls for my daughter." "And your daughter, Ma am?" "Sahalah smiled wrily at the young Red Cross worker. "Oh Ameena, she has already gone" The young lady smile. "May I ask where she has gone?" "With all the others that were sheltering in the United Nations Hospitals before it was bombed by the Israelis." "So sorry Ma am" she replied. "Still it's over now, isn't it?" "Do you think so?" Sahalah looked towards the men bringing her husband's body out of the rubble.
"DO YOU REALLY THINK SO?" DMS
DODIES DREAM WORLD
Now a little something to make you groove to the music,
well it makes me feel very groovey and I do love the Boge and Scandal remix. Brilliant
Just a little of my favourite group SHINee, South Korean of course. xxx
DODIES DREAM WORLD
always changing. xxx
I have every one of these films in my collection of Asian films. 99% are with subtitles. I hate dubbed films. 50% are probably Korean, they are superb. By the way my Asian film collection in up in the hundreds, not bad for a Welsh Dragon ! xxx Dodie.
Y Draig Goch
Maybe a little something for the kids now eh. xxx
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Before we start just a quick word about my other site pages in them I have an awful lot of everything, some of it for the young, you will find these at;
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The following pages cover the children of all the other countries on this fine Earth, though I still have quite a few more to collect. Believe me we have a lot of different places in the world and very many languages. To take a quick trip around te world go to;
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Dr. DoDiddily and the DeeDot's
which takes you on an exciting trip around the world.
Then with a quick hop, skip and a groan we can take a trip to what should be Grown Up Land. Well it is really "Never, Never Land, gone slightly awry, but enjoy. The Address;
Last but not least we have a site which apart from the music (of which there is quite a lot) is full of all my own work. From children's stories to adult tales, poetry, haiku, even the odd recipes or three. Loads of facts about my life and loves just enjoy yourself as you glance through the pages.
http://www.youtube.com/dorothy milnes-simm. or even "seligor" will take you to my huge playlists, I think I have three youtube accounts but not certain.
Now go and enjoy the Danish Pastries if the blooming Cat hasn't ate them all.
AND NOW HERE IS A CHANCE FOR YOU TO MAKE SOME REAL DANISH PASTRIES,
CURTESY OF DAN LEPARD'S DANISH PASTRY RECIPE, FROM THE GUARDIAN NEWSPAPER, MARCH 2012
Dan Lepard's Danish recipe:
to take your danish from ordinary to excellent.
Campbell for the Guardian
You can cook pretty impressive danish pastries at home, so long
as you apply just a little patience and care when making the dough. I've
found that the addition of yeast to a simple rough puff delivers that
big hit of buttery richness and crisp texture I'm after with little
A few tricks take your danish from ordinary to excellent. I
use 00 flour (McDougalls and Sainsbury's do good ones) because it gives
the danish a crisp texture that I like, but you can use strong white
flour instead and be content with a soft texture. Keep the dough
chilled, but not so cold that the butter turns rock hard: you want to be
able to roll the butter into layers without it melting or cracking. Be
a little mean with the flour for rolling once you're past the first
two folds, as it can tighten the dough and stop it stretching as easily.
And if the dough seems hard to roll out to the final 1cm thickness,
just let it sit undisturbed for 10 minutes covered with a cloth, and it
will then roll more easily.
Rough Danish Dough
If need be,
use a dash more milk when you mix in the flour, so the dough is soft,
pliable and easy to roll. These quantities make enough dough for eight
to 10 pastries.
For the starter 1 tsp fast-acting yeast 75ml warm water 50g strong white flour
For the dough About 75ml cold milk 2 egg yolks 50ml cold double cream 25g caster sugar 250g cold unsalted butter, cut into 1-2cm cubes 300g 00 flour, plus extra for rolling 1 tsp salt Beaten egg, to finish
the starter, in a warm bowl dissolve the yeast in the warm water, beat
in the flour until smooth, cover and leave for an hour to bubble.
the dough by whisking the milk, egg yolks, cream and sugar into the
starter, followed first by the butter cubes and then by the flour and
salt. Stir everything together to a rough, lumpy dough, scoop it out on
to a floured worktop and roll out to 1cm thick. Fold it in by thirds,
roll it out again as before, fold it in by thirds again, then wrap and
chill for 30 minutes. Repeat this rolling and chilling sequence twice
more, then roll and shape as needed.
For Chocolate Danish Roll
a piece of dough to 30cm x 15cm x 1cm thick. Chop 200g of good
chocolate into fingers (don't worry if it breaks), then place some
chocolate in a line running parallel to the long side of the dough,
leaving a 2cm margin. Fold this margin tightly over the chocolate to
cover it, place another line of chocolate alongside the new seam, then
roll the dough over to cover it, too. Brush egg wash along the seam,
then roll the dough tightly over again until the bare edge is centred
under the roll of dough. Flatten the roll gently with the heel of your
hand and cut into four 7-8cm lengths (any longer and they may sag in the
middle after baking).
For Raisin Danish Roll
a piece of dough to 30cm x 15cm x 1cm thick. Brush the surface with
water (or spread with a thin layer of custard) and generously dot with
plump, dark raisins. Roll tightly up along the length, so you have
a short, fat scroll, seal the end with water, then cut into four wheels.
Rising and Baking Line
a baking tray with nonstick paper, put the prepared pastries on top,
cover loosely with clingfilm, and leave the shaped dough to rise
somewhere warm until almost doubled in size. Once risen, brush with
beaten egg and bake at 200C (180C fan-assisted)/390F/gas mark 6 for 10
minutes. Lower the heat to 180C (160C fan-assisted)/350F/gas mark 4 and
bake for another 15-20 minutes, until crisp.
Thankyou Dan, this is the best recipe I found, very easy to follow and excellent to eat. Dodie.
For a Child to a Parent - and - For a Parent to a Child
This is a very interesting article due to the fact that there is a lot of talk in the media about OUR CHILDREN AND BOOKS.
Exploring Books with Babies
Reading to a squirmy infant or an active toddler can be challenging — but it's so important. Here, dos
and don'ts for reading to the under-2 set. by Susan Straub Babies
don't so much read books as explore them. It's not about the words,
story, or the sound of your voice. It's not about the pictures. It's
not about the physical book itself. It's actually about all of the
above, combined. Babies use all their senses to take in a book. Your job
is to keep your mind open to the possibilities — for example, that
eatinga book can be just as satisfying as reading it — and have fun. It
can take a lot of patience to get through even a short picture book
with a baby, but you'll be rewarded with a child
who's received an excellent start to literacy — and life. Here are some
do's and don'ts for you and your budding reader:
your child's library. Very little babies have no
real idea what you're reading, so why not read aloud to her from
whatever you're reading, like a novel or a magazine? That way you both
get to hear terrific stories together.
Expose her to art. Show
your baby pictures from the family photo album or a coffee table art
book — just be careful she doesn't grab precious pages! Babies enjoy
looking at images and respond well to simple, high-contrast pictures.
tactile.Touch-and-feel books, like the classic Pat the Bunny, are great
sensory as well as literary tools. Guide your baby's hand over various
textures while you read.
your baby's lead. Some babies like to open and close books, hand them
back to you, or stack them like blocks. That counts as reading, too.
The more you use books for fun, the more likely she'll see that they are
an enjoyable part of her daily life.
books handy. Stow board books in your stroller, diaper bag, car, near
the highchair, at the changing table, or even in the bathtub (there are
some wonderful waterproof bath books). You'll always have a book ready
to distract and entertain.
Read enthusiastically. Use silly voices, make animal sounds, and read with drama.
your baby a book. When your baby's reached the grabbing stage, he's
likely to take the book out of your hands. Let him; just have a couple
books on hand so you can
switch back and forth and read them all at once.
prepared to repeat,and repeat, and repeat. Babies often get stuck on
favorite, and will zoom right to that book on the shelf even if you
offer others. Repetition and familiarity are soothing to babies and
toddlers. Let her have her way — she'll pick a new favorite soon enough.
to pictures. For your pre-literate baby, illustrations are just as
important (sometimes more so) than words. Don't feel you have to read
every page every time, but do point at the pictures Look at the green car! Where's the moon? as
you flip pages.
the public library. It's a great way to expand your reading
repertoire. You can join story-time groups and classes and meet other
Take it personally
when baby rejects reading.Your infant may have seemed relaxed and ready
to settle in to read with you, but after one page
he starts squalling. Just put the book aside; he'll have a better
moment again soon.
your baby from mouthing books. This is one of the ways your baby
explores books; it's part of how she learns about everything in her
surprised when your toddler crawls away. Two things to remember
about a toddler: he is more interested in moving than sitting still, and
he can still hear you. Keep reading —
he'll come back (and if not, you can try again later).
Don't get mad at
ripped pages. Has she ripped off a dinosaur's head?
Don't get upset with
her. Babies are stronger than most books!
Plenty of baby-friendly board
books are made just for the purpose of being gnawed and chewed.
refrain from giving children under 2 pop-up books and from reading goodbooks that you'd like to save for when she's
Toddlers may be interested in helping you fix torn books. Keep
some tape handy for repairs.
Don't think you have to finish every book
you start. For your baby or toddler, the process is more important than
the outcome. You may not have reached the end of the book, but you did
share some nice reading time together.
Don't give away baby books
prematurely. Even when he grows into the next stage, he may like to
revisit her old, gummed, and torn favorites.
Read at the same pace all the time. Speed up or slow down, depending on your baby's interest.
your baby. You may not be able to see it right away, but your baby is
profiting sensually, intellectually, and socially thanks to your
Susan Straub is the director of The Read To Me Program, Inc.
From Parent & Child magazine
Thankyou so much for this advice Susan, it was very helpful. x Dodie
When you were only 5 years old, I said "I Love You." You asked me: "What Is It?"
When you were 15 years old, I said "I Love You." You blushed, and looked down and smiled..
When you were 20 years old, I said "I Love You." You put your head on my shoulder and held my hand, afraid that I might disappear.
When you were 25 years old, I said "I Love You." You prepared breakfast and served it, then kissed my forehead and said "you'd better be quick, I'm going to be late.."
When you were 30 years old, I said "I Love You." You said: "If you really love me, please come back early after work.."
When you were 40 years old, I said "I Love You." You were cleaning the dining table and said:
"Ok Dear, but it's time for you to help our child with his revision.."
When you were 50 years old, I said "I Love You." You were reading and you laughed at me..
When you were 60 years old, I said "I Love You." You smiled at me..
When you were 70 years old. I said "I Love You."
We sitting on the rocking chair with our glasses on..
I'm reading your
love letter that you sent me 50 years ago..
With our hand crossing
When you were 80 years old, You said, " I Love You! " I didn't say anything. " I Cried. "
We may not express it but when we say "I Love You" we want our partner
also to say the same... there are many ways of expressing love but
nothing can play the same magic that these three words can play when said in
So was it the wife or the husband speaking the first but not last verse.
WHAT AN OPENING FOR WHAT HAS PROVEN TO BE A GREAT, NEW WEB SITE.
OF COURSE I'M PROUD OF MY WORK. THERE IS NO POINT IN WORKING SO HARD IF YOU DON'T HAVE FAITH IN WHAT YOU'RE STRIVING TO ACHIEVE.
XXX DODIE XXX
DODIES DREAM WORLD
This homepage is a special one for me because it leads me straight into my love of music and films and all things artistic.There is plenty more to see and hear and read about in all the pages on your left. Enjoy my beauties, you are about to venture into Paradise, you lucky, lucky people.
The Lyrics to a little song for you to enjoy.
LED ZEPPELIN LYRICS
"Going To California"
Spent my days with a woman unkind,
Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine.
Made up my mind to make a new start,
Going To California with an aching in my heart.
Someone told me there's a girl out there
with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.
Took my chances on a big jet plane,
never let them tell you that they're all the same.
The sea was red and the sky was grey,
wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today.
The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake
as the children of the sun began to awake.
Seems that the wrath of the Gods
Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow;
I think I might be sinking.
Throw me a line if I reach it in time
I'll meet you up there where the path
Runs straight and high.
To find a queen without a king,
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings... la la la
Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn
Tryin' to find a woman who's never, never, never been born.
Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams,
Telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.
wrote the poem below not long after we moved into our house in Sychdyn.
It had been empty a while and the garden was in the most dreadful
state. Every plant was being choked by it's neighbour, in fact it was so
bad we had to wear our motor bike gloves and jacket to keep the thorns
off us. but it was worth it. The picture below is of our home now, after
all the hard work of making London Road beautiful we moved here to
Pontybodkin and once more it took at least three years getting it in to
As I said before I wrote this piece of poetry on the completion of" London Road, Sychdyn. Sad
to say, the house was resold and the garden has vanished, it is all
lawn now. It still has a few bits of us there, including our
beautiful Cairn Terrier Little Kelly, who passed away and is buried in
the garden. Hush, I'm not telling you where. And so even this isn't the garden Sweet Relief was written about, as I said this is the new house we moved to in Pontybodkin. That's myself and my husband at the very top of the back garden. It is all fenced in now, with many birds, foxes, squirrels, mice, a pond that today Match 1st is full of frogs that have just arrived for the spawning. Then there is toads, newts and so many plants and things, some planted by us and others seeded by the birds. If you look at the video below you will see what I mean xxx Dodie
Dodies Dream World. etc.
Strangled by nature, turned brown under sodden strands of wilting yellow. Choked stems try to reach up to catch hold of the suns powerful rays. Thorns dig deep into the fragile growth of youth, gouging out crevasses that will never be healed. Dying....all around the cries of starvation can be heard on the wind. Then new voices are heard, hands wrestle with the undergrowth, pulling, twisting, turning, letting light through to the darkened soil.
Oh sweet relief.... I can feel a breeze upon my face. Look, look, there is a light. There, high above me, a faint light shining. Is this me, saved. Are we all to be saved from this hell that has befallen us. Reach out, reach up, climb the sunbeam to a new life, stretch your backs, flex your arms, lift your heads high. Fresh mown hay gives way to a blanket of green. Birds sing in the trees above us, bees fly deep into our bellies, taste the sweet honey which flows freely from within us.
Days pass by, life gets stronger, hearts begin to beat again. Peach and purple, azure and turquoise, russet and gold. Colour creeps across the horizon like a rainbow reborn. Scarlet fuchsia dance gaily above the chamomile lawn. Tangerine montbretia sway to and fro, like fronds of fire, swaying beneath the lilac buddleia which is, in turn kissed gently by the painted lady.
Sweet... sweet perfume fills the air, carried on the wind to each hidden corner. The sickly smell of the honeysuckle tells us that night is descending, Scented stock adds to the evenings mystic aroma. Tomorrow we shall awake and feel the dew on our petals, see the whiteness of the clouds in the summer sky, feel the softness of the rose petals as they fall upon our delicate blades.
Tomorrow we shall fill our bodies with the silver raindrops as they fall to the sepia ground beneath our leaves. Tenderly stretch our roots deeper into the soft earth below. But now to sleep, to dream in the shadows. Sleeping quietly, waking sometime, then drifting back to sleep. The moonlight kisses us whilst we rest, then comes the morning and we awake knowing we have been blessed.
have just made this new version of some Guitar pickers. I think you
should know them all and that you'll agree with me that they are just a
little bit "mmmmeeeeeaaaannnnn" But I'm not so sure about this Malmsteen
He seems to make a lot of noise but it doesn't meld very well.