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Saturday Centus … Birthday Party Flavour

July 28, 2012

We lived in a small community of houseboats by the river; refugees from a nearby city raised by German bombers. Even basic resources like running water,  a local shop or delivery service was not an option.
My birthday fell six weeks after Christmas; already this had been a poor affair with bread and dripping. We were  lucky if mother was able to make a gift from the rag bag; or a benevolent aunt had popped ten shillings in the post.
So unless my mother had the ingredients to bake a Plum Duff the cake for tea would be birthday party flavour again.   

Friday’s library snapshot …

July 27, 2012

I came across these woodcuts in a book a week or two ago.  As a result of recent revaluation of our stock in the library some books are being moved to the Special Collection.

I liked the book so much I have bought a copy … English wood-engraving 1900-1950 by Thomas Balston, London, Art & Technics 1951

I love the nautical feel of these woodcuts and would like to use them again my dad would like them.

Alphabe Thursday … J is for Jasmine

July 26, 2012

These beautiful balls are carefully handmade; with white tea leaves; tied around jasmine flowers and a chrysanthemum.
The balls are made with special tea that will not become bitter; during the longer brewing time they need.  The flower balls are quite unique; when the hot water is added, they gradually open.  A beautiful fragrance and flavour is released.

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#51

July 25, 2012

I am in awe of the contributors who are so imaginative and creative. I made a comment to this effect to one of the bloggers and his poignant reply inspired me to write this.

The prompt is … the line was drawn…

I allowed my mind to run wild; go to its limits.  Let it to take novel routes to mythical places; dark and remote, to dabble with the occult.  Later it boarded the slow train to warmer climes of richness and romance.  It was eager to jet to Rio for the flamboyance of carnival and a cable car to the lofty heights of the Sugar Loaf Mountain.  Gave it opportunity to wander beyond the realms of parental guidance and get dirty.  It drilled down to the bowels of the earth; discovered mines of wealth and energy. Then the line was drawn and it came back.

Wednesday’s Wise Woman … Maninha Xucura

July 25, 2012

 

In 1966, the village, Xucuru Kariri in Palmeira dos Indios, the state of Alagoas  was born Etelvina Santana da Silva, she became known as Maninha Xucuru. She was recognised and respected because she was born into a family of warriors; her grandfather was Chief Alfredo Celestino. Who travelled endlessly and worked hard to collect and return the rights of  the lands taken from his ancestors by farmers and landowners. Although in the 1950 her family were able to retain a small area of land; the village was recaptured.
As a girl Maninha  wanted to become a doctor to care for her people. Thus committed to the best education her family could provide. She had to walk every day in the sun and rain, about seven miles to school.
In 1978, aged 12, her family managed to reclaim a piece of land in the village of Mata Cafuia; where she attended high school. Then she moved to Recife  where she obtained a scholarship funded by the FUNAI;  she became a student of a preparatory course at  the college.The joy, was short lived. The government agency responsible for the Indians had only paid two monthly installments!
Maninha worked as a clerk; but it was poorly paid and she had difficulty living in the city. Urbanisation was not part of the her plan.  It was a difficult situation for  many the Brazilian Indians since the the beginning of the colonisation process of the country they had been forced off their land and deprived of their cultures.
1989 was a watershed in the life of Maninha. While  participating in a rally organized by indigenous leaders from different ethnic groups she believed that she was not helping her people by becoming a doctor.  Especially as her people were divided and fighting  each other for a small piece of land; she decided to return to the village.  She became fully involved in the reallocation of land and the construction of health posts and schools in villages that continue today.
In the 1990s Maninha continued to raise awareness of the plight of indigenous tribes; she joined the founding group of the Association of Indigenous Peoples.
She was the first woman to participate in this male dominated association; she faced prejudice and struggled to get her voice heard and to enforce her ideas. During this time the biggest concern were the constant death threats from the disgruntled landowners..
Maninha with a group of 21 women of Xucuru-Kariri in 1997 formed Inter-Tribal Committee of Indigenous Women of Alagoas.
The Committee promoted the organization and associations in the fight for women’s health, education, self-sustainability and against gender violence, involving Indian women.
For its history and activities in pursuit of justice and peace, was nominated in 2000 for the project “1000 Women for the Nobel Peace Prize.”The project was intended to reward a thousand women around the world who, through their experiences, contributed to the study of conflicts and building peace policies.
Maninha died on October 11, 2006, having earned the respect of indigenous people from different ethnic groups and whites.  She  was buried in the old Indian cemetery of Old Church, within the lands in where she had fought with her people. By coincidence the  burial was the the land and the the day which they completed twenty years of struggle to regain.

During her life she received many honours; in 2007 she was remembered and recognised in memory of Renildo Jose dos Santos, for those who were dedicated to defending human rights.. Maninha was honoured in the category of defense of cultural identity.
For her struggle; Maninha, became an example for indigenous women, black and white and her dedication was not in vain.. She left a legacy to continue and encourage women’s organizations across the country.
Again I am humbled: this is a poor attempt using Portuguese text (of which i know nothing) and Google Translate to honour a very Wise Woman.  I would encourage feedback and added information.

Weekly Photo Challenge … Inside

July 24, 2012

Inside a Book of Hours

A jewelled book of prayer : faith and devotion in the Middle Ages : a description of a Book of Hours Manuscript 2087

Last week I learned that … making tea takes time!

July 23, 2012

That tea making has a lot to do with time.  I remember as a child; when first learning to make a pot of tea.  Before the invention of teabags and long before the sophisticated choices we have now.  We have to consider the colour; black, green or white at the very least, temperature and time.
So back to PG tips, the pot was warmed, a spoonful of tea per cup and one for the pot was scooped in  (this may not be good practice now more ‘good pinch’) -then carefully filled with freshly boiled water.  Then, the wait; Russian Roulette is a little dramatic but it was always a difficult decision; Mother like  short brew and Dad liked it longer.  Or was it the other way round?
Nonetheless the timing was paramount.  As I said the choices of tea now  require different timing and temperature . Thanks to my previous training; I can create quite a ceremony and a pleasant cup of tea beit black, green or white in all their many manifestations.
However, I have seen a tea-timer as an optional accessory when buying tea.  I was tempted as they look cool; but my alter ego Ebenezer Scrooge steps in, so I don’t dally at the ‘optional’ accessories too long.
Until I saw this little sweetie on Ebay; a retro egg timer; it was dusty and forlorn, looking for a new home.  I was hooked and clicked ‘buy me.’ The rest is history.
I haven’t used it as a timer yet; I would rather trust my instinct.  To watch a timer seems so pointless-  may as well watch a clock.
But I loved its shape and its need for a mother’s spit and polish.  

Silent Sunday … the bells

July 22, 2012

Open bell clapper

marks time noise

startles warm sleep

Saturday’s Supplication … which way to the tunnel?

July 21, 2012

As a mother of many years my concern 24/7 was the care of my home, husband and children. Everything else was kicked into touch; I have no regrets. I did good job.
However, now although I enjoy my work, home life and endless ‘pastimes.’ I want for nothing; except one thing – direction.
Where the child was; are ‘eggs in a basket’ ‘balls in the air’ ‘ ‘knee jerk reaction’ and no real focus or direction.
Like the mother doing what needs to be done; but not actually achieving much.
At the end of motherhood came a well balanced child … at the end of this a well adjusted Helen … I hope so!
So my wish for today is; not to see the light at the end of the tunnel – but tell me where the tunnel is!!

Or may I find peace in the joyous meadow of the unknowable for a while longer?

 

In my tiny garden I have a meadow in a sack!

Saturday Centus 115 …

July 21, 2012

The prompt this week is:  Wait!  There’s more!

I believed that when reached sixty years old; my life would begin to wind down. I would become obsolete.This has proved untrue; my joyous workload has increased. My energy levels have kindly corresponded.  My youngest child has flown the nest and I am no longer a hands on Mum. So rather than grieving the loss and I did for a while. I celebrate the wealth I have found; laid dormant for a while.
At the end of each day I give thanks to my wondrous provider; whoever she is. I suggest that tomorrow I might rest.
She says ‘wait there’s more’ …

Like Day lily she keeps on coming …