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Silent Sunday

September 21, 2014

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Saturday; a poem

September 20, 2014

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I wrote this poem when my daughter left home to live in Brazil.


At the airport

No strolling out one summer’s morn,

Almost, she strides from the fading wintery sun.

Gone the hesitant step of yesterday

The whys? What ifs? And When?

Have all been asked.

Each kilo weighed and unweighed

Every winter woollie put away to grieve,

Instead summer slithers fit each crevice to offer protection from the sun.

Each strap strained and pulled

The planes face west, more west.

No rest now,

The plans come to an end and new plans awaken.

Lorca, Neruda and Laurie Lee you are to blame,

But even you she has laid aside with love I know.

You will not pay the rent or mediate with officials

But wait,

Your political poems and plays – prize winning language of love,

Neruda’s green ink of hope,

Will nourish her mind and remind her from where she came.


This all seems like a lifetime away and much has happened; perhaps another poem would read quite differently. I think novel might appear,  or a soap opera with its joys and disappointments.  

Over the last few months I think we might have forgotten that we are just a couple of gals finding our way and sometimes we loose the path and even our footing and tumble.  At times we feel that we will never get back on track [what and wherever that is] but until we do … my prayer to the one who listens is that I remember ‘ I would rather love/live and be lost than to never to have loved/lived at all’



Friday’s library snapshot …

September 19, 2014

This little book landed on my desk ; in need of a little tlc.  It is called the Song of songs which is Solomon’s illuminated by Owen Jones.  I know nothing about it and a little about Owen Jones (1809-1874) an English born Welsh architect. He was considered a versatile architect and designer. He was among the most influential design theorists. He contributed to the modern colour theory and his concepts on flat patterning and ornament are still valid with contemporary designers today.  

He is remembered for his studies of Islamic decoration at the Alhambra and his drawing which were at the forefront of he new standards in chromolithography.  

Jones was involved in the formation of the South Kensington Museum that went on to become the V&A.

Jones was also responsible for the interior design for the Great Exhibition of 1851 and its later incarnation at Sydenham. Owen Jones’ work the Grammar of ornament ; the global and historical design source book is perhaps  his masterpiece.  

Jones is remembered for his search for a modern style unique to the 19th century that was starkly divorced from the art of neo-classicism and the Gothic revival and inspired as we see by Islamic World.

Alphabe Thursday R is for Rain Rain …

September 18, 2014

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This is Brazil where the rain is wet … but it didn’t ever spoil our holiday.

I come from England where it rains a lot, it is not just wet but cold ! It is unpredictable;  as grownups we harp on about the importance of rain and bemoan its absence.  We are even incline to pray for it, when our gardens begin to wilt and our lawns turn brown  However, as children we enjoy endless sunny days and any sign of rain is outrageous. I can remember chanting when clouds gathered over the South Downs!

Rain, rain go away,

Come a again another day.


This little ditty is considered by some to have old roots; Aubrey wrote in 1687 ‘Little children have a custome when it raines to sing, or charme away the rain;thus they all joine in a chorus and sing, viz.

Raine,raine goe away,

Come againe a Saterday.


Some say children in ancient Greece had a similar practice. According to Strattis (c. 409-375 BC when a cloud obscured the sun they would call out ‘Come forth beloved sun!’


In England the old song has some variations such as :-


Rain, rain go Spain;

Never show your face again.


Rain, rain go away,

come again on April day or Midsummer day or Washing day


Don’t come back til Christmas day

Little Arthur wants to play.


Rain on the green grass, and rain on the tree,

And rain on the housetop, but not on me.


Rain, rain, pour down,

But not a drop in our town.


Rain, rain come down and pour,

Then you will only last an hour.

I expect there are many more ….


alphabet thursday

Wednesday’s women wood engravers …

September 17, 2014

Wood engraving as a commercial trade ended when photogravure was established in the 1880s.  Although photogravure line blocks could be made from actual drawings more sophisticated collotype could produce anything captured by the camera.

Wood engraving ceased to be a secure profession and therefore women engravers  were no longer a threat.

It was the Arts and Crafts movement that was able to maintain the wood engraving trade and give it life.  The private press industry formed in the the late 19th century and flourished.

Presses such as Vale, Eragny, Kelmscott and Ashendene were founded in family homes in which women became involved beside the men.  Morris continued to welcome the work of women from his undergraduate days.  When he published the first number of the Oxford and Cambridge Magazine in 1856 it included  decorated capital letters which had been engraved on wood by Mary Byfield, she was not at the time given credit for the work.   

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Weekly Photo Challenge … Humanity

September 16, 2014

I don’t like having my photograph taken; in fact I refuse where possible. My mother was a photographer in the 50s and 60s; she was quite talented. She often took pictures of me and my siblings. We were a motley crew and often needed a bit of airbrushing before the procedures begun. She would scrub us to an inch of our lives, find  some clean socks and more difficult an un-crumpled blouse each. Then expect us to smile and looked relaxed! So the result was not always nice.  So for me, no humans except my son-in-law; also very  camera shy! But if you look closely you might see what is distracting him. 

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Monday caring for home day ….

September 15, 2014

Today, I am taking a couple of days leave. Just for me to catch breath; I have neglected things for too long. My home, garden and bike have not been cared for properly.  That is to say I am not in the midst of disrepair to the untrained eye there is perhaps no cause for concern. Nonetheless there is some awry … my home has not been cared for.  So I am going to begin to address this today.  I have replenished my cleaning cupboards and drawn up a short list of jobs that need some attention. But before I start I will have another cup of tea.

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