Tuesday, 21 December 2010
Saturday, 9 October 2010
Come with me to New York City and then on to Texas with our new adventure story of Bubble and Squeek
Arthur Groom (1904 - 1953), self-portrait, 1930s, courtesy of National Library of Australia.http://adbonline.anu.edu.au/biogs/A090123b.htm
BUFFALO BUBBLES
WEEEEEEK !
As the man in the huge hat, the brightly coloured tie and bright yellow shoes held up a large cigar in his right hand, Squeek pulled up with a shriek of brakes and headed for the pavement.
" Hello ! he said. "Howya, Bud ?The passenger grinned. "So you speak American, huh ?" he said. "Waa! I'm glad to meet you. The name is Ted and fellows call me Texas Ted. "
"Why ?" asked little Squeeker.
"Because little lady," answered the American with the big cigar, "I come from Texas. That's a part of the United States of America. Say buddy." he looked at Bubble. "Can you drive a guy over there ?"
The Jolly taxi-man threw away the tiny end of a cigarette as he accepted a cigar from the American. "Sure," he cried. "Where is the passenger ?"
"He's right here," laughed Texas Ted. " Yep ! It's me. Drive me to the Horseshoe Ranch, Cactus City Texas." And he hopped into the cab as perky as could be.
"Do you know the way Squeek ?" whispered Bubble.
"I know the way to a ship, Bubble," came the reply, "and we can ask when we get to New York. Hooray ! I've always wanted to go to America. Honk away, Herbert, we're off on a long run. Yes, and you can start ticking up the dollars, Monty, because we will need plenty when we get across the Atlantic Ocean." And Squeek dashed away for the seaside and a ship, singing : "Yankee Doodle !" at the top of his voice.
"Brrrrm ! Brrrrrrm !"
"Alright, Alright ! " snapped the cab. "I'm coming."
"Come on then !" drawled the steamer and, reaching down with a crane lifted the cab and his passengers on to her deck. "There ! Now you'll be alright. Off we go. First stop New York City.
Brrrrrm ! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmm !"
The rest of this story, as it is rather on the long side what with the pictures being so beautiful. You will find the complete story and a little about the Bubble and Squeek annual which was printed way over fifty years ago.
Monday, 4 October 2010
Dr Dodiddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog
Dr Dodiddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog: "Mon, 04 Oct 2010
All Hallow Eve, or as my Mum used to say. Time to get out the broom-stick Diddily and find your Cauldron. She was a terror my mum.
Dr Dodiddily and the Dee Dot's share All Hallows with you...
Halloween is an annual holiday observed on October 31.
It has roots in the Celtic festival of Samhain.
Halloween origins date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain. (pronounced 'Sow-in' in Ireland, Sow-een in Wales, 'Sav-en' in Scotland or even 'Sam-haine' in non Gaelic speaking countries) and Brigid's Day 'the period of little sun.' Thus, Samhain is often named the 'Last Harvest' or 'Summer's End'. The Earth nods a sad farewell to the God.
The Celts, who lived 2,000 years ago in the area that is now Ireland, the United Kingdom, and Northern France, celebrated their new year on November 1st.
This day marked the end of summer and the harvest and the beginning of the dark, cold winter, a time of year that was often associated with human death. Celts believed that on the night before the new year, the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead became blurred. On the night of October 31st, they celebrated Samhain, when it was believed that the ghosts of the dead returned to earth.
Massacre of the Druids on Angelsey. R. I. P. Wales UK.In addition to causing trouble and damaging crops, Celts thought that the presence of the other worldly spirits made it easier for the Druids, or Celtic priests, to make predictions about the future. For a people entirely dependent on the volatile natural world, these prophecies were an important source of comfort and direction during the long, dark winter.
To commemorate the event, Druids built huge sacred bonfires, where the people gathered to burn crops and animals as sacrifices to the Celtic deities. During the celebration, the Celts wore costumes, typically consisting of animal heads and skins, and attempted to tell each other's fortunes. When the celebration was over, they re-lit their hearth fires, which they had extinguished earlier that evening, from the sacred bonfire to help protect them during the coming winter.Feralia
By A.D. 43, Romans had conquered the majority of Celtic territory. In the course of the four hundred years that they ruled the Celtic lands, two festivals of Roman origin were combined with the traditional Celtic celebration of Samhain. The first was Feralia, a day in late October when the Romans traditionally commemorated the passing of the dead.
The Goddess Pomona
Was a goddess that was considered to have a connection to the 'forbidden fruit.' Pomona was the goddess of fruit trees, garden, and orchards. She was a goddess in Roman mythology. William Morris in his many Classic writings left this wee Lyric behind.
Pomona
I am the Ancient Apple Queen,
As once I was so am I now.
For ever more a hope unseen,
Betwix the blossom and the bow.
Ah, where's the river's hidden Gold!
And where's the windy grave of Troy!
Yet come I as I came of old,
From out the heart of summer's joy.
By the 800s, the influence of Christianity had spread into Celtic lands. In the seventh century, Pope Boniface IV designated November 1st All Saints' Day, a time to honor saints and martyrs.
It is widely believed today that the pope was attempting to replace the Celtic festival of the dead with a related, but church-sanctioned holiday. The celebration was also called All-hallows or All-hallowmas (from Middle English Alholowmesse meaning All Saints' Day) and the night before it, the night of Samhain, began to be called All-hallows Eve and, eventually, Halloween. Even later, in A.D. 1000, the church would make November 2nd All Souls' Day, a day to honor the dead. It was celebrated similarly to Samhain, with big bonfires, parades, and dressing up in costumes as saints, angels, and devils. Together, the three celebrations, the eve of All Saints', All Saints', and All Souls', were called Hallowmas.
Thanks to the Halloween Webring and Grannulus' Grove: The Goddess Pomona, and several bits off Wiki xx.
Who helped me grately in putting together a little that covered a lot.
Common Halloween activities include trick-or-treating, wearing costumes and attending costume parties, carving jack-o'-lanterns, ghost tours, bonfires, apple bobbing, visiting haunted attractions, committing pranks, telling ghost stories or other frightening tales.
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All Hallow Eve, or as my Mum used to say. Time to get out the broom-stick Diddily and find your Cauldron. She was a terror my mum.
Dr Dodiddily and the Dee Dot's share All Hallows with you...
Halloween is an annual holiday observed on October 31.
It has roots in the Celtic festival of Samhain.
Halloween origins date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain. (pronounced 'Sow-in' in Ireland, Sow-een in Wales, 'Sav-en' in Scotland or even 'Sam-haine' in non Gaelic speaking countries) and Brigid's Day 'the period of little sun.' Thus, Samhain is often named the 'Last Harvest' or 'Summer's End'. The Earth nods a sad farewell to the God.
The Celts, who lived 2,000 years ago in the area that is now Ireland, the United Kingdom, and Northern France, celebrated their new year on November 1st.
This day marked the end of summer and the harvest and the beginning of the dark, cold winter, a time of year that was often associated with human death. Celts believed that on the night before the new year, the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead became blurred. On the night of October 31st, they celebrated Samhain, when it was believed that the ghosts of the dead returned to earth.
Massacre of the Druids on Angelsey. R. I. P. Wales UK.In addition to causing trouble and damaging crops, Celts thought that the presence of the other worldly spirits made it easier for the Druids, or Celtic priests, to make predictions about the future. For a people entirely dependent on the volatile natural world, these prophecies were an important source of comfort and direction during the long, dark winter.
To commemorate the event, Druids built huge sacred bonfires, where the people gathered to burn crops and animals as sacrifices to the Celtic deities. During the celebration, the Celts wore costumes, typically consisting of animal heads and skins, and attempted to tell each other's fortunes. When the celebration was over, they re-lit their hearth fires, which they had extinguished earlier that evening, from the sacred bonfire to help protect them during the coming winter.Feralia
By A.D. 43, Romans had conquered the majority of Celtic territory. In the course of the four hundred years that they ruled the Celtic lands, two festivals of Roman origin were combined with the traditional Celtic celebration of Samhain. The first was Feralia, a day in late October when the Romans traditionally commemorated the passing of the dead.
The Goddess Pomona
Was a goddess that was considered to have a connection to the 'forbidden fruit.' Pomona was the goddess of fruit trees, garden, and orchards. She was a goddess in Roman mythology. William Morris in his many Classic writings left this wee Lyric behind.
Pomona
I am the Ancient Apple Queen,
As once I was so am I now.
For ever more a hope unseen,
Betwix the blossom and the bow.
Ah, where's the river's hidden Gold!
And where's the windy grave of Troy!
Yet come I as I came of old,
From out the heart of summer's joy.
By the 800s, the influence of Christianity had spread into Celtic lands. In the seventh century, Pope Boniface IV designated November 1st All Saints' Day, a time to honor saints and martyrs.
It is widely believed today that the pope was attempting to replace the Celtic festival of the dead with a related, but church-sanctioned holiday. The celebration was also called All-hallows or All-hallowmas (from Middle English Alholowmesse meaning All Saints' Day) and the night before it, the night of Samhain, began to be called All-hallows Eve and, eventually, Halloween. Even later, in A.D. 1000, the church would make November 2nd All Souls' Day, a day to honor the dead. It was celebrated similarly to Samhain, with big bonfires, parades, and dressing up in costumes as saints, angels, and devils. Together, the three celebrations, the eve of All Saints', All Saints', and All Souls', were called Hallowmas.
Thanks to the Halloween Webring and Grannulus' Grove: The Goddess Pomona, and several bits off Wiki xx.
Who helped me grately in putting together a little that covered a lot.
Common Halloween activities include trick-or-treating, wearing costumes and attending costume parties, carving jack-o'-lanterns, ghost tours, bonfires, apple bobbing, visiting haunted attractions, committing pranks, telling ghost stories or other frightening tales.
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Sunday, 3 October 2010
Seligor's Castle, where there is so much fun for all of our children in the land. : Blogs
Seligor's Castle, where there is so much fun for all of our children in the land. : Blogs: "Sun, 03 Oct 2010
Halloween is round the corner, time to play at trick or treat, but remember to be careful that pumpkin head goes home to eat.
Thankyou to Family Fun once more, what would we do without you:)
Remember you can find them at:
http://familyfun.go.com/halloween/pumpkin-carving-decorating/jack-o-lanterns/
the-oh-no-pumpkin-carving-pattern-710096/
The 'Oh, No!' Pumpkin Carving Pattern
* Shocked Expression Jack-o-Lantern Pattern
Print
* Share
This spooked squash is a design kids can make--literally--with their own two hands. First, draw the pattern: have your child hold the pumpkin in front of him and trace his hands with a washable marker. Cut out the lid along the pointed edge of the eyebrow, then sculpt the lower curve to the rounded shape shown. Next, carve the nose, eyes, mouth and hands.
Click here to download a printable version of the 'Oh, No!' Pumpkin template.
It will be saved to your hard drive as 'onpumpkin.pdf'. Your browser needs to be running the Adobe Acrobat Reader Plug-in to view and print this file.
Click here to download and install the free Plug-in.
Find more tips and pumpkin carving patterns for Halloween in our Family Fun.go.com/ Pumpkin Carving Primer.
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Halloween is round the corner, time to play at trick or treat, but remember to be careful that pumpkin head goes home to eat.
Thankyou to Family Fun once more, what would we do without you:)
Remember you can find them at:
http://familyfun.go.com/halloween/pumpkin-carving-decorating/jack-o-lanterns/
the-oh-no-pumpkin-carving-pattern-710096/
The 'Oh, No!' Pumpkin Carving Pattern
* Shocked Expression Jack-o-Lantern Pattern
* Share
This spooked squash is a design kids can make--literally--with their own two hands. First, draw the pattern: have your child hold the pumpkin in front of him and trace his hands with a washable marker. Cut out the lid along the pointed edge of the eyebrow, then sculpt the lower curve to the rounded shape shown. Next, carve the nose, eyes, mouth and hands.
Click here to download a printable version of the 'Oh, No!' Pumpkin template.
It will be saved to your hard drive as 'onpumpkin.pdf'. Your browser needs to be running the Adobe Acrobat Reader Plug-in to view and print this file.
Click here to download and install the free Plug-in.
Find more tips and pumpkin carving patterns for Halloween in our Family Fun.go.com/ Pumpkin Carving Primer.
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Friday, 1 October 2010
Peachies Art Gallery a new blog spot created on blogger by Donna Cartwright.
DODIES DREAM WORLDWOULD LIKE TO SHARE THIS BLOG WITH
MY DAUGHTER. XXX
Peachies Gallery - aka - Donna Cartwright
Here are a couple of Canvasses my daughter creates for her canvas work at PEACHIES ART at her blog spot, or at
Share
I REALLY DO BELIEVE I NEED A NEW PRINTER, HM.M.M!!!
Wednesday, 29 September 2010
Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere.: Seligor's Castle, where there is so much fun for all of our children in the land. : Blogs
Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere.: Seligor's Castle, where there is so much fun for all of our children in the land. : Blogs
http://peachiesart.blogger.com/
http://seligorscastle.zoomshare.com/
http://dodiesdreamworld.zoomshare.com/
http://jackschoolofmotoring.co.uk
http://peachiesart.blogger.com/
http://seligorscastle.zoomshare.com/
http://dodiesdreamworld.zoomshare.com/
http://jackschoolofmotoring.co.uk
Seligor's Castle, where there is so much fun for all of our children in the land. : Blogs
Seligor's Castle, where there is so much fun for all of our children in the land. : Blogs: "I know it is still four weeks to Halloween but it will soon pass, so we must get things made early. Not the food tho. xxx
SELIGOR'S CASTLE
A troop of alien squeeze-toys played an important role in Buzz and Woody's adventure. . It's a piece of cake to invite these little green monsters to your child's Toy Story-themed party.
Green Alien
Toy Story Green Alien Cupcakes
By Miranda Becker
Toy Story Green Alien Cupcakes
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You'll need:
o Cupcakes, baked from your favourite recipe
o White frosting, store-bought or from your favourite recipe
o Neon green food colouring
o Mint-flavoured chewable candies (found packaged in rolls)
o Green apple sour belts
o Green apple sour straws, cut into 2' pieces
o Black decorator gel icing
o Kitchen shears, or a small leaf shaped fondant cutter
Instructions:
1. First, mix up a batch of alien green icing by adding few drops of neon green food colouring to your favourite white icing.
2. Prepare your aliens' ears. Cut ears, shaped like tear-drops, from green apple belts. A pair of kitchen shears works well, or use a small leaf shaped fondant cutter. You will need 2 ears for each cupcake.
Step 2
3. Frost cupcakes and insert a 2' sour straw antenna. Press your ears into the sides of the cupcake.
Step 3
4. Line up three mint-flavoured, chewable candies as eyes, and dot with black gel icing for pupils.
5. Give your aliens an awed expression by drawing on a circle for a mouth with black gel icing.
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SELIGOR'S CASTLE
A troop of alien squeeze-toys played an important role in Buzz and Woody's adventure. . It's a piece of cake to invite these little green monsters to your child's Toy Story-themed party.
Green Alien
Toy Story Green Alien Cupcakes
By Miranda Becker
Toy Story Green Alien Cupcakes
Share
You'll need:
o Cupcakes, baked from your favourite recipe
o White frosting, store-bought or from your favourite recipe
o Neon green food colouring
o Mint-flavoured chewable candies (found packaged in rolls)
o Green apple sour belts
o Green apple sour straws, cut into 2' pieces
o Black decorator gel icing
o Kitchen shears, or a small leaf shaped fondant cutter
Instructions:
1. First, mix up a batch of alien green icing by adding few drops of neon green food colouring to your favourite white icing.
2. Prepare your aliens' ears. Cut ears, shaped like tear-drops, from green apple belts. A pair of kitchen shears works well, or use a small leaf shaped fondant cutter. You will need 2 ears for each cupcake.
Step 2
3. Frost cupcakes and insert a 2' sour straw antenna. Press your ears into the sides of the cupcake.
Step 3
4. Line up three mint-flavoured, chewable candies as eyes, and dot with black gel icing for pupils.
5. Give your aliens an awed expression by drawing on a circle for a mouth with black gel icing.
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Saturday, 25 September 2010
Dr Dodiddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog
Dr Dodiddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog: "Well at last we have made it to Jamaica. Still a long way to go in Africa but now you will have to listen to the main man, not other than Bob Marley himself. R.I.P.
THE CARIBBEAN AND THE NORTH ATLANTIC
Antigua + Berbuda - Bahamas - Barbados - Cuba - Dominica -
Dominican Republic - Grenada - Haiti - Jamaica - St Kitts-Nevis
St Lucia - St Vincent + the Grenadines. Trinidad + Tobago
JAMAICA
This is the Bob Marley Museum in Kingston .
The Bob Marley Museum in Kingston
The Bob Marley legend lives on at the Bob Marley Museum in Kingston Jamaica. Memorials, tributes, and exhibits to Bob Marley and his music can be seen throughout Jamaica. The Bob Marley Museum, housed in a former residence and recording studio of the legendary reggae artist, is the best of the bunch.
Located in uptown Kingston, the Bob Marley Museum is open Monday through Saturday from 9:30 am to 4 pm. An hour-long tour by one of the Rastafarian guards costs about $10 and provides valuable insights into Marley's life and the opportunity to view artifacts and exhibits from his life.
Marley was born in Nine Mile in north-central Jamaica, the son of a white British naval officer and a black Jamaican. Growing up in Kingston Town Bob Marley lived in the slums of Trenchtown. In Kingston Town Bob Marley became friends with Bunny Livingston (later known as Bunny Wailer) and Peter McIntosh (later known as Peter Tosh). Together, the three formed the ska reggae group The Wailers.
The Wailers had several hits in Jamaica in the 1960s, including during a successful period when they teamed up with the pioneering dub producer Lee 'Scratch' Perry. In the late 1960s in Kingston Town Bob Marley and the other Wailers embraced Rastafarianism, which remained an important influence on Bob Marley music and lyrics for the rest of his career.
Bob Marley music came to the world's attention in 1973, after the group was signed with Island Records and Eric Claption scored a #1 hit in America with the Marley composition 'I Shot the Sheriff.' Albums such as Catch a Fire (1973), Natty Dread (1975), and Uprising (1980) cemented the Bob Marley legend.
Bob Marley was also an important ambassador for international peace, racial harmony, and unity in Jamaican policies. His political activities led to an assassination attempt in his Kingston home in 1976, now the site of the Bob Marley Museum.
The Bob Marley legend has only grown since his death of cancer in 1981 at the age of 36. Marley is revered as a national hero throughout Jamaica and as a musical genius by listeners across the world.
The Bob Marley Museum celebrates Marley's life and music. Marley's former studio is now an exhibit hall and theatre. His bedroom is preserved exactly as he left it. Other exhibits document media coverage of his life, provide a replica of a period reggae music store, and display his gold and platinum records. The building is decorated by colourful Rastafarian flags and a vibrant statue of Marley sits in the garden of the Bob Marley museum.
An excellent gift store has Bob Marley music and paraphernalia of every kind.
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THE CARIBBEAN AND THE NORTH ATLANTIC
Antigua + Berbuda - Bahamas - Barbados - Cuba - Dominica -
Dominican Republic - Grenada - Haiti - Jamaica - St Kitts-Nevis
St Lucia - St Vincent + the Grenadines. Trinidad + Tobago
JAMAICA
This is the Bob Marley Museum in Kingston .
The Bob Marley Museum in Kingston
The Bob Marley legend lives on at the Bob Marley Museum in Kingston Jamaica. Memorials, tributes, and exhibits to Bob Marley and his music can be seen throughout Jamaica. The Bob Marley Museum, housed in a former residence and recording studio of the legendary reggae artist, is the best of the bunch.
Located in uptown Kingston, the Bob Marley Museum is open Monday through Saturday from 9:30 am to 4 pm. An hour-long tour by one of the Rastafarian guards costs about $10 and provides valuable insights into Marley's life and the opportunity to view artifacts and exhibits from his life.
Marley was born in Nine Mile in north-central Jamaica, the son of a white British naval officer and a black Jamaican. Growing up in Kingston Town Bob Marley lived in the slums of Trenchtown. In Kingston Town Bob Marley became friends with Bunny Livingston (later known as Bunny Wailer) and Peter McIntosh (later known as Peter Tosh). Together, the three formed the ska reggae group The Wailers.
The Wailers had several hits in Jamaica in the 1960s, including during a successful period when they teamed up with the pioneering dub producer Lee 'Scratch' Perry. In the late 1960s in Kingston Town Bob Marley and the other Wailers embraced Rastafarianism, which remained an important influence on Bob Marley music and lyrics for the rest of his career.
Bob Marley music came to the world's attention in 1973, after the group was signed with Island Records and Eric Claption scored a #1 hit in America with the Marley composition 'I Shot the Sheriff.' Albums such as Catch a Fire (1973), Natty Dread (1975), and Uprising (1980) cemented the Bob Marley legend.
Bob Marley was also an important ambassador for international peace, racial harmony, and unity in Jamaican policies. His political activities led to an assassination attempt in his Kingston home in 1976, now the site of the Bob Marley Museum.
The Bob Marley legend has only grown since his death of cancer in 1981 at the age of 36. Marley is revered as a national hero throughout Jamaica and as a musical genius by listeners across the world.
The Bob Marley Museum celebrates Marley's life and music. Marley's former studio is now an exhibit hall and theatre. His bedroom is preserved exactly as he left it. Other exhibits document media coverage of his life, provide a replica of a period reggae music store, and display his gold and platinum records. The building is decorated by colourful Rastafarian flags and a vibrant statue of Marley sits in the garden of the Bob Marley museum.
An excellent gift store has Bob Marley music and paraphernalia of every kind.
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Friday, 24 September 2010
The Pirate Ship, A small poem by Stephen Southwold, 1887 - 1964. If anyone is out there who can help me find more about this writer I would be very happy.
| ep 2010 |
 The Pirate Ship, A wonderful rhyme by Stephen Southwold. Enjoy |
| THE PIRATE SHIP BY STEPHEN SOUTHWOLD  We launched our ship upon the wave, My hardy crew and I, We grazed the bar - a narrow shave - Then raised our flag on high. And, underneath our pirate flag, We sailed the seven seas ; We skirted Michael's towering crag, But bumped the Pyrenees! We took a galleon near the line ; We sacked a town in Spain, We raided palace, camp, and mine; We ruled the Spanish Main. We fought great fleets from everywhere, With cutlasses and dirks, And twenty five princesses fair We rescued from the Turks. My crew are Tom and Jack and Nell, The sea, our play-room floor; The pirate ship's a bath as well ; The harbour-bar the door!   The wonderful Stephen Southwold, one of the many names he used during his long career in writing. But it is mainly as Stephen Southwold that the children that read his wonderful poems and rhymes. He used quite a few other names when his birthdays took him past the children's tales and into the adult story world, gone the fairies and the pirate ships, the froggies and crocodiles, he now had to face the two world wars that followed him though his mid life. But a brilliant writer writes on as long as the world will keep on reading , but as usual time makes us humans grow older and one day in 1964, he left this world to travel to another where hopefully he is still writing wonderful stories, hopefully for the children of the Universe. |
Tuesday, 7 September 2010
Llyfr Del - Little Book, Cosyn felyn bach - Little Yellow Flower - in my case a Primrose and Cowslip.
Cosyn Melyn Bach yn Mynd i Nôl Burum i Mam
Little Yellow Rose is going back to Mother YeastGan, Gwilym Roberts
ar draws dyn yn torri [gwair]. [Yna ar draws dyn yn torri clawdd.]
'Ble rwyt ti'n mynd, Cosyn Melyn Bach?' medde'r dyn oedd yn torri clawdd.
'I nôl burum i mam', medde fo.
A dyma'r hen ddyn 'ma'n trio hitio Cosyn Melyn Bach efo cryman.
'Wel, dwi 'di dod heibio dyn yn torri gwair, ac mi â'i heibio chitha, os galla'i', medde Cosyn Melyn Bach. A dyma fo jymp yn 'i flaen . A mi ath am bwl wedyn a dod ar draws dyn yn torri mawn. A dyma hwnnw'n gofyn:
'Lle rwyt ti'n mynd, Cosyn Melyn Bach?'
'I nôl burum i mam', medde fo, 'dwi wedi dwad heibio dyn yn torri gwair, heibio dyn yn torri clawdd, ac mi â'i heibio chitha, os galla'i', medde fo, felna. A dyma'r hen ddyn 'ma'n ceisio hitio Cosyn Melyn Bach hefo coes huarn torri mawn.
A mi ath yn 'i flaen wedyn, ac odd hi'n dechre twyllu erbyn hyn. A dyma Cosyn
Melyn Bach yn dwad i ryw hen goed mawr, ac yn 'i flaen ath o, a dyma ryw hen
lew mawr yn dod i'w gwfwr o yn y coed 'ma. Dyma'r hen lew yn gofyn i Cosyn Melyn Bach:
'Lle rwyt ti'n mynd, Cosyn Melyn Bach?'
'I nôl burum i mam', medde fo, felna.
'Tyrd ar fy nghefn i', medde'r hen lew 'ma wrth Cosyn Melyn Bach.
'Na, na, wir', medyde Cosyn Melyn Bach, 'mae gen i ormod o'ch ofn chi', medde
fo, felna.
'Wel, tyrd ar fy ngwar i, 'te', medde'r hen lew 'ma wrth Cosyn Melyn Bach.
'Na, na, wir', medde Cosyn Melyn Bach, 'mae gen i ormod o'ch ofn chi', medde
fo, felna.
'Wel, tyrd ar fy mhen i, 'te', medde fo wrth Cosyn Melyn Bach.
'Na, na, wir, mae'ch ofn chi arna i', medde fo, felna.
'Wel, tyrd ar fy nhrwn i, 'te', medde'r hen lew 'ma wrth Cosyn Melyn Bach.
A Cosyn Melyn Bach wedi mynd rwan odd o'n crynu fel deilen, ac ofn ofnadwy,
a hithe'n dechre mynd yn nos. 'Tyrd ar fy nhrwyn i', medde'r hen lew 'ma.
'Na, na, wir', medde Cosyn Melyn Bach, 'mae gen i ormod o'ch ofn chi', medda
fo, felna. A dyma'r hen lew 'ma yn neidio amdano fo, ac 'AWCH!', medde fo , felna, a dyma fo'n llyncu Cosyn Melyn Bach. [Chwerthin]
Sunday, 29 August 2010
Dr Dodiddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog
Dr Dodiddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog:
"The Burial of Moses - Mrs C. F. Alexander. A wonderful piece of Poetry
Dr. Dodiddily and the Dee Dot's
and her own views of the Holy Land Nebo
THE DEATH OF MOSES.
And the Lord spake unto Moses that self-same day, saying. Get thee up into this mountain Abarim, unto mount Nebo, which is in the land of Moab, that is over against Jericho; and behold the land of Canaan, which I give unto the children of Israel for a possession :
And die in the mount whither thou goest up, and be gathered unto thy people; as Aaron thy brother dies in mount Hor, and was gathered unto his people:
Because ye trespassed against me among the children of Israel at the waters of Meribah-Kadesh, in the wilderness of Zin; because ye sanctified me not in the midst of the children of Israel.So Moses the servant of the Lord died there in the land of Moab, according to the word of the Lord. And he buried him there in the valley in the land of Moab, over against Beth-peor :
Yet thou shalt see the land before thee; but thou shalt not go thither unto the land which I give children of Israel. Deuteronomy: parts of chapters xxxii and xxxiv
To climb the 4,000 feet to the top of Mount Nebo would have posed a significant physical challenge for a person of any age. The Scripture records, however, that 'Although Moses was one hundred and twenty years old when he died, his eye was not dim, nor his vigour abated' (Deut 34:7). God provided Moses with continued keen eyesight, so he could see the Promised Land from north to west to south, and with the physical stamina to climb the mountain to view it. On the Plains of Moab there was a month of mourning but no funeral or burial. Moses never had to climb down from the mountain. He never had to report to the people what he had seen. Perhaps he never had to explain why he would not be leading them across the river into the Land. They watched him leave the camp and begin his climb, following his figure until it was out of sight. They waited for him to come down, but they never saw him again. Had Moses told them why he was climbing the mountain, a somewhat unusual act for their aged leader? How many times would they have looked up to those heights, as they mourned below, wondering exactly what had transpired on the 4,000 foot heights of Mount Nebo?
The Burial of Moses
By Nebo's lonely mountain,
On this side Jordan's wave,
In a vale in the land of Moab
There lies a lonely grave,
But no man dug that sepulcher,
And no man saw it e'er ;
For the angels of God upturned the sod,
And laid the dead man there.
Thus was the grandest funeral
That ever passed on earth;
But no man heard the tramping,
Or saw the train go forth -
Noiselessly as the daylight
Comes when the night is done,
And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek
Grows into the great sun :
Noiselessly as the springtime
Her crown of verdure waves,
And all the trees on all the hills
Open their thousand leaves ;
So, without sound of music,
Or voice of them that wept,
Silently down from the mountain's crown
The great procession swept.
Perchance the bald old eagle
On gray Beth-peor's height,
Out of his rocky eyrie,
Looked on the wondrous sight;
Perchance the lion stalking
Still shuns that hallowed spot,
For beast and bird have seen and heard
That which man knoweth not.
But when the warrior dieth,
His comrades in the war,
With arms reversed, and muffled drum,
Follow the funeral car ;
They show the banners taken,
They tell his battles won,
And after him lead his masterless steed,
While peals the minute gun.
Amid the nobles of the land
Men lay the sage to rest,
And give the bard an honoured place,
With costly marble drest,
In the great minster transept,
Where lights like glories fall,
And the organ rings, and the sweet choir sings,
Along the emblazoned wall.
This was the truest warrior
That ever buckled sword,
This the most gifted poet
That ever breathed a word ;
And never earth's philosopher
Traced with his golden pen
On the deathless page, truths half so sage
As he wrote down for men.
And had he not high honour,
The hillside for his pall,
To lie in state while angels wait
With stars for tapers tall,
And the dark rock pines, like tossing plumes,
Over his bier to wave,
And God's own hand, in that lonely land,
To lay him in the grave ?
In that strange grave without a name,
Whence his uncoffined clay
Shall break again, O wondrous thought !
Before the Judgment day,
And stand with glory wrapt around
On the hills he never trod,
And speak of the strife that won our life,
With the Incarnate Son of God.
O lonely grave in Moab's land !
O dark Beth-peor's hill !
Speak to these curious hearts of ours,
And teach them to be still.
God hath his mysterious of grace,
Ways that we cannot tell ;
He hides them deep like the hidden sleep
Of him He loved so well.
Cecil Frances Alexander
In a way it is a little sad that a man who did so much for the Israelites, should have been allowed to die in the valley in the land of Moab, over against Beth-peor, a place whose name bought to mind not greatness but that of a demon:
A famous mountain beyond the Jordan. Nebo and Pisgah were neighbouring mountains.
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"The Burial of Moses - Mrs C. F. Alexander. A wonderful piece of Poetry
Dr. Dodiddily and the Dee Dot's
and her own views of the Holy Land Nebo
THE DEATH OF MOSES.
And the Lord spake unto Moses that self-same day, saying. Get thee up into this mountain Abarim, unto mount Nebo, which is in the land of Moab, that is over against Jericho; and behold the land of Canaan, which I give unto the children of Israel for a possession :
And die in the mount whither thou goest up, and be gathered unto thy people; as Aaron thy brother dies in mount Hor, and was gathered unto his people:
Because ye trespassed against me among the children of Israel at the waters of Meribah-Kadesh, in the wilderness of Zin; because ye sanctified me not in the midst of the children of Israel.So Moses the servant of the Lord died there in the land of Moab, according to the word of the Lord. And he buried him there in the valley in the land of Moab, over against Beth-peor :
Yet thou shalt see the land before thee; but thou shalt not go thither unto the land which I give children of Israel. Deuteronomy: parts of chapters xxxii and xxxiv
To climb the 4,000 feet to the top of Mount Nebo would have posed a significant physical challenge for a person of any age. The Scripture records, however, that 'Although Moses was one hundred and twenty years old when he died, his eye was not dim, nor his vigour abated' (Deut 34:7). God provided Moses with continued keen eyesight, so he could see the Promised Land from north to west to south, and with the physical stamina to climb the mountain to view it. On the Plains of Moab there was a month of mourning but no funeral or burial. Moses never had to climb down from the mountain. He never had to report to the people what he had seen. Perhaps he never had to explain why he would not be leading them across the river into the Land. They watched him leave the camp and begin his climb, following his figure until it was out of sight. They waited for him to come down, but they never saw him again. Had Moses told them why he was climbing the mountain, a somewhat unusual act for their aged leader? How many times would they have looked up to those heights, as they mourned below, wondering exactly what had transpired on the 4,000 foot heights of Mount Nebo?
The Burial of Moses
By Nebo's lonely mountain,
On this side Jordan's wave,
In a vale in the land of Moab
There lies a lonely grave,
But no man dug that sepulcher,
And no man saw it e'er ;
For the angels of God upturned the sod,
And laid the dead man there.
Thus was the grandest funeral
That ever passed on earth;
But no man heard the tramping,
Or saw the train go forth -
Noiselessly as the daylight
Comes when the night is done,
And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek
Grows into the great sun :
Noiselessly as the springtime
Her crown of verdure waves,
And all the trees on all the hills
Open their thousand leaves ;
So, without sound of music,
Or voice of them that wept,
Silently down from the mountain's crown
The great procession swept.
Perchance the bald old eagle
On gray Beth-peor's height,
Out of his rocky eyrie,
Looked on the wondrous sight;
Perchance the lion stalking
Still shuns that hallowed spot,
For beast and bird have seen and heard
That which man knoweth not.
But when the warrior dieth,
His comrades in the war,
With arms reversed, and muffled drum,
Follow the funeral car ;
They show the banners taken,
They tell his battles won,
And after him lead his masterless steed,
While peals the minute gun.
Amid the nobles of the land
Men lay the sage to rest,
And give the bard an honoured place,
With costly marble drest,
In the great minster transept,
Where lights like glories fall,
And the organ rings, and the sweet choir sings,
Along the emblazoned wall.
This was the truest warrior
That ever buckled sword,
This the most gifted poet
That ever breathed a word ;
And never earth's philosopher
Traced with his golden pen
On the deathless page, truths half so sage
As he wrote down for men.
And had he not high honour,
The hillside for his pall,
To lie in state while angels wait
With stars for tapers tall,
And the dark rock pines, like tossing plumes,
Over his bier to wave,
And God's own hand, in that lonely land,
To lay him in the grave ?
In that strange grave without a name,
Whence his uncoffined clay
Shall break again, O wondrous thought !
Before the Judgment day,
And stand with glory wrapt around
On the hills he never trod,
And speak of the strife that won our life,
With the Incarnate Son of God.
O lonely grave in Moab's land !
O dark Beth-peor's hill !
Speak to these curious hearts of ours,
And teach them to be still.
God hath his mysterious of grace,
Ways that we cannot tell ;
He hides them deep like the hidden sleep
Of him He loved so well.
Cecil Frances Alexander
In a way it is a little sad that a man who did so much for the Israelites, should have been allowed to die in the valley in the land of Moab, over against Beth-peor, a place whose name bought to mind not greatness but that of a demon:
A famous mountain beyond the Jordan. Nebo and Pisgah were neighbouring mountains.
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Thursday, 26 August 2010
Dodie's Dream World : Blog
Dodie's Dream World : Blog: "A Little something by my good self, of course it is on my Welsh Page, Cymru. Enjoy.
Dodies Dream World
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You can turn off the music by clicking on the sound button, left bottom corner of picture frame.
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I 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 yet our home now, after all the hard work of making London Road beautiful we moved here to Pontybodkin and once more took at least three years getting it in to shape.. I have as I said 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 law. It still has a few bits of us still there, including our beautiful Cairn Terrier Little Kelly, who passed away and is buried in the garden. Hush, I'm not telling you where.
Seligor of Seligor's Castle etc.
SWEET RELIEF
the back garden before
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.
Written by Dorothy Milnes Simm©1999
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Dodies Dream World
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You can turn off the music by clicking on the sound button, left bottom corner of picture frame.
http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=158124181
I 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 yet our home now, after all the hard work of making London Road beautiful we moved here to Pontybodkin and once more took at least three years getting it in to shape.. I have as I said 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 law. It still has a few bits of us still there, including our beautiful Cairn Terrier Little Kelly, who passed away and is buried in the garden. Hush, I'm not telling you where.
Seligor of Seligor's Castle etc.
SWEET RELIEF
the back garden before
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.
Written by Dorothy Milnes Simm©1999
<
- Sent using Google Toolbar"
Say thannks to Bed for these wonderful little tales. ht6tp://diddilydeedot.zoomshare.com/
Not everything about Sunday Tales has to be serious,
These were put together by Ben Witherington;
These were put together by Ben Witherington;
The Wisdom of Children in Sunday School
- Or Fractured Bible Tales
The Sunday school teacher was carefully explaining the story of Elijah the Prophet and the false prophets of Baal. She explained how Elijah built the altar, put wood upon it, cut the steer in pieces, and laid it upon the altar. And then, Elijah commanded the people of God to fill four barrels of water and pour it over the altar. He had them do this four times "Now, said the teacher, "can anyone in the class tell me why the Lord would have Elijah pour water over the steer on the altar?"
A little girl in the back of the room started waving her hand, "I know! I know!" she said, "To make the gravy!!"
The Sunday School teacher was describing how Lot's wife looked back and turned into a pillar of salt, when little Jason interrupted, "My Mummy looked back once, while she was driving," he announced triumphantly, "and she turned into a telephone pole!"
story of the Good Samaritan, in which a man was beaten, robbed and left
for dead. She described the situation in vivid detail so her students
would catch the drama. Then, she asked the class, "If you saw a person
lying on the
roadside, all wounded and bleeding, what would you do?" A thoughtful little girl broke the hushed silence, "I think I'd throw up."
A Sunday school teacher asked, "Johnny, do you think Noah did a lot of fishing when he was on the Ark?" "No", replied little David, 'cause he only had two worms!"
A Sunday school teacher said to her children, " We have been learning how powerful kings and queens were in Bible times. But, there is a higher power. Can anybody tell me what it is?"
One child blurted out, "Aces!"
One child blurted out, "Aces!"
There was a very gracious lady who was mailing an old family Bible to her brother in another part of the country "Is there anything breakable in here?" asked the postal clerk. "Only the Ten Commandments," answered the lady.
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BUMPER STICKER SEEN ON AMISH BUGGY
While driving in west Pennsylvania , a family caught up to an Amish carriage. The owner of the carriage obviously had a sense of humor, because attached to the back of the carriage was a hand printed sign....
"Energy efficient vehicle: Runs on oats and grass. Caution: Do not step in exhaust."
"Energy efficient vehicle: Runs on oats and grass. Caution: Do not step in exhaust."
Sunday after church, a Mother asked her very young daughter what the lesson was about. The daughter answered, "Don't be scared, you'll get your quilt." Needless to say, the Mum was perplexed. Later in the day, the pastor stopped by for tea and the Mother asked him what that morning's Sunday school lesson was about. He said "Be not afraid, thy comforter is coming."
Nine-year-old Joey, was asked by his mother what he had learned in Sunday school.
"Well, Mom, our teacher told us how God sent Moses behind enemy lines on a rescue mission to lead the Israelites out of Egypt .. When he got to the Red Sea , he had his
army build a pontoon bridge and all the people walked across safely. Then, he radioed headquarters for reinforcements. They sent bombers to blow up the bridge and all the Israelites were saved."
"Now, Joey, is that really what your teacher taught you?" his mother asked.
"Well, no, Mum. But, if I told it the way the teacher did, you'd never believe it!"
A Sunday School teacher decided to have her young class memorize one of the most quoted passages in the Bible; Psalm 23.
She gave the youngsters a month to learn the verse. Little Rick excited about the task -- but, he just couldn't remember the Psalm. After much practice, he could barely get past the first line. On the day that the kids were scheduled to recite Psalm 23 in front of the congregation, Ricky was so nervous. When it was his turn, he stepped up to the microphone and said proudly, "The Lord is my Shepherd, and that's all I need to know."
A little bit of A A Milne and the Three Foxes who didn't wear sockses, all at diddilydeedot's dreamland
Diddilydeedot's Dream-Land
The Three Foxes
by A. A. Milne
Once upon a time there were three little foxes
Who didn't wear stockings, and they didn't wear sockses,
But they all had handkerchiefs to blow their noses,
And they kept their handkerchiefs in cardboard boxes.
They lived in the forest in three little houses,
And they didn't wear coats, and they didn't wear trousies,
They ran through the woods on their little bare tootsies,
And the played "Touch Last" with a family of mouses.
The didn't go shopping in the High Street shopses,
But caught what they wanted in the wood and copses.
They all went fishing, and they caught three wormses
They went out hunting, and they caught three wopses.
They went to a Fair, and they all won prizes -
Three plum-puddingses and three mince pieses.
They rode on elephants and swang on swingses,
And hit three coconuts at coconut shieses.
That's all I know of the three little foxes
Who kept their handkerchiefs in cardboard boxes,
They lived in the forest in three little houses,,
But they didn't wear coats and they didn't wear trousies,
And they didn't wear stockings and they didn't wear sockses.
what a wonderful man was A.A.Milne.
The Three Foxesby A. A. Milne
Once upon a time there were three little foxes
Who didn't wear stockings, and they didn't wear sockses,
But they all had handkerchiefs to blow their noses,
And they kept their handkerchiefs in cardboard boxes.
They lived in the forest in three little houses,
And they didn't wear coats, and they didn't wear trousies,
They ran through the woods on their little bare tootsies,
And the played "Touch Last" with a family of mouses.
The didn't go shopping in the High Street shopses,
But caught what they wanted in the wood and copses.
They all went fishing, and they caught three wormses
They went out hunting, and they caught three wopses.
They went to a Fair, and they all won prizes -
Three plum-puddingses and three mince pieses.
They rode on elephants and swang on swingses,
And hit three coconuts at coconut shieses.
That's all I know of the three little foxes
Who kept their handkerchiefs in cardboard boxes,
They lived in the forest in three little houses,,
But they didn't wear coats and they didn't wear trousies,
And they didn't wear stockings and they didn't wear sockses.
what a wonderful man was A.A.Milne.
Wednesday, 28 July 2010
A story told about the American Indians, from a sailor off the ship TheTermagant 1800 , complete story at http://diddilydeedot.zoomshare.com/2.html
THE BUFFALO TRAIL
THE BLUE BIRD AND THE INDIANS
a very old story told a long, long time ago. The pictures don't belong with the story,
I just like to make the page colourful.
It was in the year 1800 that I made my first voyage having joined the crew of the Termagant, bound for Western America. When we were nearing our destination we ran short of provisions, and used to land nightly on the neighbouring coast in order to shoot the numerous water-fowl. I was the youngest of the hands, and had been advised not to wonder far from the others. But one evening having landed about sunset, I was attracted by a blue bird of remarkable beauty. It flew further inland and I followed it. At last I was close enough to take aim, shot, and brought it down. In order to reach it I had to make my way round a marsh on the edge of the forest, but atlast I secured my prize and slung it over my shoulder.
Then I was attracted by a flock of birds in the distance, apparently of the same kind, and regardless of consequences, I pushed on further and further. When I was at last near enough to shoot at them it was dark to aim accurately , so I only succeeded in startling the flock , which flew towards the forest uttering weird cries. Now my last cartridge was gone and I must make my way back to the ship. I suddenly realised just how very dark it had gone, and that I had turned and turned again and again, not taking notice of the way I had taken. I looked upwards to the sky for guidance from the stars, when, behold! I met pair of eyes gazing down at mine.
There, close to me lying along the branch of a tree was an Indian. I moved away only to notice that there was another behind a bush and another behind a tree trunk, and they were all pointing their arrows at me.
Thursday, 22 July 2010
Princess Cornflower invites you to watch "The Hobbit" at peppercorn Green with the Googlenoks. enjoy Diddily
PRINCESS
CORNFLOWER
WROTE IN HER DIARY TODAY
THAT SHE AND THE GIRLS WENT TO SEE
THE HOBBIT
THEY ALL THOUGHT IT WAS BRILLIANT,
AND SO HERE IT
IS, FOR YOU TO
WATCH.DON'T FORGET THE
POPCORN
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Monday, 19 July 2010
Seligor's Castle, where there is so much fun for all of our children in the land. : Blogs
Seligor's Castle, where there is so much fun for all of our children in the land. : Blogs: "Subscribe in NewsGator Online Add to My AOL
Mon, 19 Jul 2010
Did you hear the one about the Ants who went marching first two by two but then . . . . . . . .
To the music of 'The animals went in two by two.'
Ant
The ants go marching one by one;
Hoorah, hoorah
The ants go marching one by one,
Hoorah hoorah
The ants go marching one by one,
The little one stops to suck his thumb,
And they all go marching across the floor,
under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
Ant Ant
The ants go marching two by two.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching two by two.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching two by two;
The little one stops to tie his shoe,
And they all go marching across the floor,
under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
AntAntAnt
The ants go marching three by three.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching three by three.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching three by three;
The little one stops to climb a tree,
And they all go marching across the floor,
under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
AntAntAntAnt
The ants go marching four by four.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching four by four.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching four by four;
The little one stops to shut the door,
And they all go marching across the floor,
under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
AntAntAntAntAnt
The ants go marching five by five.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching five by five.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching five by five;
The little one stops to take a dive,
And they all go marching across the floor,
under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
AntAntAntAntAntAnt
The ants go marching six by six.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching six by six.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching six by six;
The little one stops to pick up sticks,
And they all go marching across the floor,
under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
AntAntAntAntAntAntAnt
The ants go marching seven by seven.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching seven by seven.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching seven by seven;
The little one stops to pray to heaven,
And they all go marching across the floor,
under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
AntAntAntAntAntAntAntAnt
The ants go marching eight by eight.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching eight by eight.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching eight by eight;
The little one stops to rollerskate,
And they all go marching across the floor,
under the door, down the drain, into the rain
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
AntAntAnt AntAntAntAntAntAnt
The ants go marching nine by nine.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching nine by nine.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching nine by nine;
The little one stops to check the time,
And they all go marching across the floor,
under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
AntAntAntAntAntAntAntAntAntAnt
The ants go marching ten by ten.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching ten by ten.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching ten by ten;
The little one stops to shout
'THE END!!'
But they all kept marching across the floor,
under the door, down the drain, into the rain.
Zoom, zoom, zoom.
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Mon, 19 Jul 2010
Did you hear the one about the Ants who went marching first two by two but then . . . . . . . .
To the music of 'The animals went in two by two.'
Ant
The ants go marching one by one;
Hoorah, hoorah
The ants go marching one by one,
Hoorah hoorah
The ants go marching one by one,
The little one stops to suck his thumb,
And they all go marching across the floor,
under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
Ant Ant
The ants go marching two by two.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching two by two.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching two by two;
The little one stops to tie his shoe,
And they all go marching across the floor,
under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
AntAntAnt
The ants go marching three by three.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching three by three.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching three by three;
The little one stops to climb a tree,
And they all go marching across the floor,
under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
AntAntAntAnt
The ants go marching four by four.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching four by four.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching four by four;
The little one stops to shut the door,
And they all go marching across the floor,
under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
AntAntAntAntAnt
The ants go marching five by five.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching five by five.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching five by five;
The little one stops to take a dive,
And they all go marching across the floor,
under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
AntAntAntAntAntAnt
The ants go marching six by six.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching six by six.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching six by six;
The little one stops to pick up sticks,
And they all go marching across the floor,
under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
AntAntAntAntAntAntAnt
The ants go marching seven by seven.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching seven by seven.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching seven by seven;
The little one stops to pray to heaven,
And they all go marching across the floor,
under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
AntAntAntAntAntAntAntAnt
The ants go marching eight by eight.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching eight by eight.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching eight by eight;
The little one stops to rollerskate,
And they all go marching across the floor,
under the door, down the drain, into the rain
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
AntAntAnt AntAntAntAntAntAnt
The ants go marching nine by nine.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching nine by nine.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching nine by nine;
The little one stops to check the time,
And they all go marching across the floor,
under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
AntAntAntAntAntAntAntAntAntAnt
The ants go marching ten by ten.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching ten by ten.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching ten by ten;
The little one stops to shout
'THE END!!'
But they all kept marching across the floor,
under the door, down the drain, into the rain.
Zoom, zoom, zoom.
flowers
- Sent using Google Toolbar"
Sunday, 18 July 2010
The Tulip Fairy a small poem from Cecily M. Barker. Enjoy this and many more at Diddilydeedot's Dreamland.
KAYLEIGH
OF Q
Tulip Fairy Song
"Our stalks are very
straight and tall,
Our colours clear and bright;
Too many-hued to name them all --
Red, yellow, pink, or white.
And some are splashed, and some, maybe,
As dark as any plum.
From tulip-fields across the sea
To England did we come.
We were a peaceful country's pride,
And Holland is its name.
Now in your gardens we abide --
And aren't you glad we came?"Cicely Mary Barker
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Saturday, 19 June 2010
Thursday, 10 June 2010
Sometimes we find friendship in strange places and at strange times in our lives
Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere
Kayleigh Q
HERE IS A LOVELY STORY ABOUT TWO ANIMALS THAT PROVED THAT NO MATTER WHAT COLOUR OR TYPE YOU ARE, IF NEEDS BE YOU CAN BE FRIENDS FOREVER.
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Kayleigh Q
HERE IS A LOVELY STORY ABOUT TWO ANIMALS THAT PROVED THAT NO MATTER WHAT COLOUR OR TYPE YOU ARE, IF NEEDS BE YOU CAN BE FRIENDS FOREVER.
After losing his parents, this 3 year old orangutan was so depressed he wouldn't eat and didn't respond to any medical treatments. The veterinary surgeons thought he would surely die for he didn't seem to have the will to live any more.
Strnge though it may seemed the zoo keepers found an old sick dog on the grounds in the park at the zoo where the orangutan lived. Without more ado they took the dog to the animal treatment center. The dog arrived at the same time the orangutan was there being treated. Within moments the two animals had bonded, something in their look created a spark in the other's soul and from that day on the two animals became inseparable.
They are together 24 hours a day and each helps the other as though they were long time blood brothers. Isn't life strange children and wonderful.
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Strnge though it may seemed the zoo keepers found an old sick dog on the grounds in the park at the zoo where the orangutan lived. Without more ado they took the dog to the animal treatment center. The dog arrived at the same time the orangutan was there being treated. Within moments the two animals had bonded, something in their look created a spark in the other's soul and from that day on the two animals became inseparable.
They are together 24 hours a day and each helps the other as though they were long time blood brothers. Isn't life strange children and wonderful.
They live in Northern California where swimming is their favorite past time, although Roscoe (the orangutan) is a little afraid of the water and needs his friend's help to swim.
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Together they have discovered the joy and laughter in life and the value of friendship.
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They have found more than a friendly shoulder to lean on.
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I don't know......some say life is too short, others say it is too long, but I know that nothing that we do makes sense if we don't touch the hearts of others.......while it lasts!
Together they have discovered the joy and laughter in life and the value of friendship.
They have found more than a friendly shoulder to lean on.
I don't know......some say life is too short, others say it is too long, but I know that nothing that we do makes sense if we don't touch the hearts of others.......while it lasts!
Saturday, 29 May 2010
A Fairy went A-Marketing. by the wonderful Rose Fyleman
Diddilydeedot's Dreamland
presents
A FAIRY WENT A - MARKETING
by Rose Fyleman
A fairy went a-marketing -
She bought a little fish;
She put it in a crystal bowl
Upon a golden dish.
An hour she watched in wonderment
And watched its silver gleam,
And then she gently took it upAnd slipped it in a stream.
A fairy went a-marketing -
She bought a coloured bird;
It sang the sweetest, shrillest song
That ever she had heard.
She sat besides its painted cage
And listened half the day,
And then she opened wide the door
And let it fly away.
A fairy went a-marketing -
She bought a winter gown
All stitched about with gossamer
And lined with thistledown.
She wore it all the afternoon
With prancing and delight,
Then gave it to a little frog
To keep him warm at night.
A fairy went a-marketing -
She bought a gentle mouse
To take her tiny messages,
To keep her tiny house.
All day she kept its busy feet
Pit-patting to and fro,
And then she kissed its silken ears
Thanked it, and let it go.
presents
A FAIRY WENT A - MARKETING
by Rose Fyleman
A fairy went a-marketing -
She bought a little fish;
She put it in a crystal bowl
Upon a golden dish.
An hour she watched in wonderment
And watched its silver gleam,And then she gently took it upAnd slipped it in a stream.
A fairy went a-marketing -
She bought a coloured bird;
It sang the sweetest, shrillest song
That ever she had heard.
She sat besides its painted cage
And listened half the day,
And then she opened wide the door
And let it fly away.
A fairy went a-marketing -
She bought a winter gown
All stitched about with gossamer
And lined with thistledown.
She wore it all the afternoon
With prancing and delight,
Then gave it to a little frog
To keep him warm at night.
A fairy went a-marketing -
She bought a gentle mouse
To take her tiny messages,
To keep her tiny house.
All day she kept its busy feet
Pit-patting to and fro,
And then she kissed its silken ears
Thanked it, and let it go.
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