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A Ditty?

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A ditty is a short rhyming song. For example:

A Ditty box was issued to sailors to store their personal belongings or tools

Ordinary Seaman Peter S. Kennedy was my grandfather. He survived WW1 and went on to drive ambulances during WW2. He later became a fireman and was awarded a medal for bravery.

This Ditty box now contains some of my treasures and memories.

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Dust If You Must

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My home is a small stone cottage in the Clwydian Hills of North Wales. Last week our central heating boiler died, so this week it is being replaced. Not a problem you might think! Well……

The cottage is something in excess of 100 years old. It is built from stone and then White rendered. In fact it’s an up and down sort of a building full of odd steps, nooks and crannys, but we love it. Anyhow, I digress, the boiler has arrived all shiny and new. The plumbers have arrived and needed to drill a hole through the outside wall.

The wall is 22 inches thick and made of Granite!! They’ve just broken through to the outside so I suspect that the job might take a little longer than planned. You wouldn’t believe the level of dust within the house, or how far it spreads. I thought of the following poem with a rye smile because dust I must!

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I will show you the “after” pictures when it is eventually done!

Antiquarian

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  • This is a poem that I wrote some time ago after I’d been to ( yet another) Vintage Fair.

    Antiquarian
    Oh no! I’ve spotted a bygone!
    It came from a life long gone.
    How did it happen? Time goes so fast.
    All those antiques that were made to last.
    My toys long forgotten, up in the loft.
    My Teddy, my dolly all cuddly and soft.
    The boxes of toys for sale at the fair,
    I played with those and Truth and Dare.
    Kick can Lurky was a cheeky game,
    Jacks and Hop Scotch just the same.
    Skipping and tossing against a wall
    Required no effort – not at all.
    Two Balls I played and a hoola hoop.
    Is this why my back has such a stoop?
    Blind Man’s Bluff and Post Man’s Knock
    And I learn the time on a new Tick Tock.
    A monkey money box ate my pennies,
    Golly Wogs and a boy called Dennis.
    Annuals, cigarette cards and penny sweets.
    My life has been full of many treats.
    Oh No! I’ve seen another Antique.
    It was in a mirror! I had only a peek!

    Barbara Taylor (A Vintage Girl from a Vintage World)

Stay Calm and Carry On!

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Stay Calm and Carry On!

Because everyone is fraught and frantic this pre Christmas week I decided to take time to copy this Poem, relax and count my plentiful blessings.
The poem is by Santa Montefiore and features in the novel “The French Gardener” and I just like it.
Can you hear a bird sing at the top of a Chestnut tree?
I am the song she’s singing so sweet a melody.
Can you hear the stream flow forever running free?
My love is in the ripples and bubbles eternally.
Can you feel the sun shine warm upon your skin?
I am the very sun itself, the love you feel within.

A very happy and peaceful Christmas time to you all.