Wednesday, 31 December 2008
Happy New Year, love for 2009'and don't forget, if money gets short with the ressession, just pop into Diddily she will have something new for you.:)
- Happy New Year, love for 2009, and don't forget, if money gets short with the ressession, just pop into Diddily she will have something new for you.:)
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By SeligorsCastle
And especially for today we have a story that was written by a wonderful gentleman who wrote many , many fairy stories. You can read all about him before the story.
THE TWELVE MONTHS.
There was once a widow who had two daughters, Helen, her own child by her dead husband, and Marouckla, his daughter by his first wife. She loved Helen, but hated the poor orphan because she was far prettier than her own daughter.Marouckla did not think about her good looks, and could not understand why her stepmother should be angry at the sight of her. The hardest work fell to her share. She cleaned out the rooms, cooked, washed, sewed, spun, wove, brought in the hay, milked the cow, and all this without any help.Helen, meanwhile, did nothing but dress herself in her best clothes and go to one amusement after another.
After this there is the wonderful story of Daffodeelia, which was written this time by an author from Sri Lank. Not only does she write her stories in her own language, she also writes in Tamil and English. and is she ever wonderful. Her name is Janaki Sooriyarachchi and again you can read all about her and visit her fabulous website. you will not be disappointed.
Daffodeelia is about a young fairy, read and enjoyDaffodeelia was a pretty little fairy. She was as pretty as the prettiest wildflower.Her hair was golden color, and her eyes were the deepest blue. She was always very happy and lively, and her smile was like a be autiful rainbow. Wherever she went, her merry laugh rainbow could be heard.Daffodeelia’s favorite hobby, was painting flowers. She had a lovely little paint bucket and a magical paintbrush. When she dipped the brush into the paint bucket and touched the flowers with just the tip of it, they glowed with wonderful colours. She enjoyed painting flowers very much.
Sunday, 28 December 2008
Read the Book as written by Charles Perrault, which is a favourite pantomime of Children
PUSS IN BOOTS
A Pantomime for 2009 from Diddily.
There was a miller who left no more estate to the three sons he had than his mill, his ass, and his cat. scrivener nor attorney was sent for. They would soon have eaten up all the poor patrimony. The eldest had the mill, the second the ass, and the youngest nothing but the cat. The partition was soon made. Neither The poor young fellow was quite comfortless at having so poor a lot.
"My brothers," said he, "may get their living handsomely enough by joining their stocks together; but for my part, when I have eaten up my cat,1and made me a muff of his skin, I must die of hunger."
The Cat, who heard all this, but made as if he did not, said to him with a grave and serious air:
"Do not thus afflict yourself, my good master. You have nothing else to do but to give me a bag and get a pair of boots made for me that I may scamper through the dirt and the brambles, and you shall see that you have not so bad a portion in me as you imagine."
The Cat's master did not build very much upon what he said. He had often seen him play a great many cunning tricks to catch rats and mice, as when he used to hang by the heels, or hide himself in the meal, and make as if he were dead; so that he did not altogether despair of his affording him some help in his miserable condition.
When the Cat had what he asked for he booted himself very gallantly, and putting his bag about his neck, he held the strings of it in his two forepaws and went into a warren where was great abundance of rabbits. He put bran and sow-thistle into his bag, and stretching out at length, as if he had been dead, he waited for some young rabbits, not yet acquainted with the deceits of the world, to come and rummage his bag for what he had put into it.
A Pantomime for 2009 from Diddily.
There was a miller who left no more estate to the three sons he had than his mill, his ass, and his cat. scrivener nor attorney was sent for. They would soon have eaten up all the poor patrimony. The eldest had the mill, the second the ass, and the youngest nothing but the cat. The partition was soon made. Neither The poor young fellow was quite comfortless at having so poor a lot.
"My brothers," said he, "may get their living handsomely enough by joining their stocks together; but for my part, when I have eaten up my cat,1and made me a muff of his skin, I must die of hunger."
The Cat, who heard all this, but made as if he did not, said to him with a grave and serious air:
"Do not thus afflict yourself, my good master. You have nothing else to do but to give me a bag and get a pair of boots made for me that I may scamper through the dirt and the brambles, and you shall see that you have not so bad a portion in me as you imagine."
The Cat's master did not build very much upon what he said. He had often seen him play a great many cunning tricks to catch rats and mice, as when he used to hang by the heels, or hide himself in the meal, and make as if he were dead; so that he did not altogether despair of his affording him some help in his miserable condition.
When the Cat had what he asked for he booted himself very gallantly, and putting his bag about his neck, he held the strings of it in his two forepaws and went into a warren where was great abundance of rabbits. He put bran and sow-thistle into his bag, and stretching out at length, as if he had been dead, he waited for some young rabbits, not yet acquainted with the deceits of the world, to come and rummage his bag for what he had put into it.
Saturday, 27 December 2008
Blog for New Year Blog for New Year Blog for New Year
BE HAPPY TODAY for It's Happiness Day I must apologise for the lack of blogs at the Castle this month, as you
can imagine having a family the size of mine you have a million and one
things to take care of.
It has been a very strange month mind you, an awful lot of things have
happened, the landmark Woolworth have closed their doors in Aberdare
today. The first in Wales to do so, I wasn't a huge customer, I think I
gave up going their when I became a mother and found other things like
food to spend my hard earned house-keeping on.
I suppose I grew up with Woolworth, M & S, Littlewoods, they have
all gone now as well I think. Hey does anyone remember Timothy Whites,
the fore-runner to Mr Bevan here in Wales. My early Christmas memories where in Liverpool the home of my Grandmother, "Number 10 Kremlin Drive, Stonycroft. Gosh that was almost sixty years ago, deary me I am an Ancient Dragon after all, hee he. Lister Drive School, The Swimming Baths, the Carlton Cinema, Mrs Mullins Sweetie Shop were we could buy four blackjacks for a penny (1d, that is!) A liquorice stick and a piece of Sticky Lice. Come on who amongst you old codgers remembers Sticky Lice. You can still get it in Wrexham in that wee shop on the left before going into the market. (or on the right if you're coming out,
I have the Swiss Family Robinson on the TV, I'm not sure a desert island is for me, I like my music too much, I don't think I could live a week before listening or watching Pink Floyd in Venice. Agh- h- h! and what about Lord of the Rings, I couldn't go without the films, oh dear, what am I talking about. If the worst ever happened I guess we all live on an island anyway, just chop off the Channel Tunnel, hey and were free again.
Right
where was I, Yes Mrs Mullins, but that was ages ago, times past as in the fabulous stories of Charles Dickens, and were back in Pontybodkyn watching the Family Robinson.with dozens of birds and squirrels fighting for the seeds put out by Peter, my beloved
I also have a couple of dogs, Abbey and Penny , there pics scattered over the home-pages of my web sites. Gosh which brings me back to 13.20 on Saturday 27th December, and must be cup of tea time. I still have a few things to do before putting the first chapter of book three of the Dragon Lord Tril
ogy into place. So if you will forgive me again, I will get on with some work now... after my cup of tea, of course.... I hope to see you all very soon and I promise plenty more blogs.
Happy New Year to Every One and may 2009 be the best one yet.
Hugs and Kisses Seligor. xxx xxx xxx
Saturday, 13 December 2008
The Unicorn Christmas is almost complete, what do you think of it so far???
The Unicorn Christmasis the Page where you will be able to find many , many connections to Christmas both in Music and Story-telling.
Rather than do a bit here and a bit there, I have decide to keep it all on one or two pages so that it is easy to access should anyone wish to view it.
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