Happy Easter

Happy Easter to everyone, even if you are not celebrating this Christian Feast I hope you will all be having a good long weekend.

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Now the Easter Egg, especially the chocolate one is a huge symbol, it is also big business. After Lent and all its fasting the Christians celebrate the Resurrection of Christ on Easter Sunday. From pagan times the egg has been the symbol for this feast. Though the chocolate egg is a recent invention from the 19th century. You can read about the Easter Egg here

I just wrote a long post on the history of Easter and the Easter Egg. Then I decided that is not what I wanted to do really.

Because we are such a diverse community and I love you all for that I really just want to say

To you all . Eat lots of Chocolate. Or don’t, watch out for Easter Bunnies.. or don’t, follow your religious beliefs what ever they are. Most of all be happy and enjoy. Love to you all .

Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Fab.

LindaGHill said. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “fab.” Use it as a word or find a word beginning with “fab.” As always, use any way you’d like. Have fun!

Fabulously an Acrostic Poem

Full of promise full of life

Always running full of hype

Blessed with memories and joy

Unisex? Girl or boy

Little things we hold so dear

Out of this world far and near

Unending fun and fashion sense

Sing the old songs sing the new

Living happy not in fear

You and me fab and gear.

And now for something completely different.

After the second world war, due to heavy bombing there was an acute shortage of housing. Here in the UK the solution was envisaged by war-time prime minister Winston Churchill in March 1944, and legally outlined in the Housing (Temporary Accommodation) Act 1944.

Quickly built homes for all those made homeless by the Blitz, they were the perfect solution to the post war problem . The were single story prefabricated homes. The populous affectionately called them the prefab.

Lune Day 23

At Kat Myrman‘s suggestion,along with Jane Dougherty, I’m trying out the Lune form this month. The Lune is a three line poem, either 5/3/5 syllables or 3/5/3 words.

These fractals of light

Dance through time

A wondrous sight.

One Liner Wednesday.

We went to Prime Minister Question Time today at the House of Commons today. The Scottish Nationalist Party decided to get stroppy about Brexit …a thorny matter still. Ian Blackford was ordered by John Bercow (the speaker) to sit down… He refused so he was ordered to leave the House. Read about it here.

We saw all of this. Hubby turn to me and said.

“See I take you to Parliament and we witnessed History! ”

And we did!

This is part of LindaGHill’s One liner Wednesday.

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Just Jot It January:Day 29 History

Golden green and sun kissed blue a strange explosion of colours where the old meets new. Gentle whispers on breeze pass your ears and enchant the leaves. Reflecting sun from a long ago shield catches your eye from away across the field.

Cool shadows bless the narrow street that you now wonder  where before have so many feet. The tall towers look like skyscrapers from a distance they were homes, warehouse and last defence nothing left to chance.

The grapes and olives grow anew as for  centuries they have and do they notice the changing seasons as years progress and people follow life for many reasons. The paths that now horses trot along are the very same as were travelled in years bygone.

The view from the castle rampart  high is still the same as when surfs, lords and ladies passed by. Great battles on these hills were fought from medieval to world war 2 and all for nought. The castles and walled towns still stand  they live and breathe  past and future hand in hand.

The café’s, restaurants and the shops all fit into the ancient stone buildings and castle tops looking out at the same view that they always had and always will do. The modern women in their high heel shoes and haute couture  walking carefully on the cobbled floor of streets that have born dainty shoes and bare feet before.

Field of long stalks and drooping heads hung down the month before were seas of yellow. The sun flowers wearing their crown. Swaying and dancing in the enchanted breeze to catch the eye and the soul to please.

So when you visit town or village the walls all tell a story , they live and breathe this 21st century yet they do not forget their older glories. The houses and churches all have souls  who mingle with todays’ and share their goals.

Sunflower gold

This wondrous mix I have never seen in all my life or even in a dream. I love the colours and light , sun by day and moon at night.The streets and buildings team with life as always, they’ve  have seen love and grief joy and strife.

I hope one day my life will guide me back this way so in fields of gold under azure skies I will sway. I will watch the present and the past living  united. I pray God that lasts.

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This  is  my  post  for  Just Jot  It  January, from  LindaGHill‘s  blog.  I  believe  that  history  is  circular   and  nothing  is  new. What has  happened  before  is  lingering  on  in  the  now  and  always  will be.

The Just Jot It January 29th prompt, brought to you by KL Caley of new2writing, is: “History.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to KL as well! Here’s her blog: https://new2writing.wordpress.com/about-me/

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Thursday Doors: Half English Half Irish.

Thursday Doors is a weekly feature allowing door lovers to come together to admire and share their favorite door photos from around the world. Feel free to join in on the fun by creating your own Thursday Doors post each week and then sharing it, between Thursday morning and Saturday noon (North Americaneastern time), by using the blue link-up button on the bottom of Norm2.0 post which is here.

This is my contribution this week which like me half English and half Irish.

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Yes I am not kidding I am English  born and bred but my Father being Irish has instilled a great deal of the Celt in me.

For this week’s offering I have two Doors from local to where I live and two doors from Dublin.

The top photo is part of long row of terraced cottages situated at a place called Holyport.They are grade two listed buildings. They all have beautiful gardens and green front doors. The photo was taken in the summer.

The second photo of is an old style English pub the type you can still find all over the place. Luckily not taken over by a large chain who want all their pubs to be clones of each other!

In 2008 my husband took me to Dublin to to visit my Dad’s birthplace. We had had looked out my Dad’s birth certificate and so knew the address. We went to find it on the second day of our visit, we found the road. Gloucester Street South. Sadly the house had been knocked down, even more sadly very recently. There was a fireplace in the wall… I wandered was it the fireplace  that had been in my grandparent’s room.

Yes I did say room in those days, around  1905, there were about 10 rooms let in a house this size, at least 10 people to each family so at least 100 people per house. Imagine that! These are my photos but I did look on Google earth today and the area around has been developed but not that particular site. The only difference today is the fire place is gone!

The brightly coloured building in the  second  photo  is the Pub  The  Oliver St John Gogarty, named after  the author, poet,surgeon,politician and athlete who also inspired the  James Joyce character Buck Mulligan in his book Ulysses. The pub is situated in the cultural Temple Bar area.Great Music!

That is  my  post  for  this  week!

One-Liner Wednesday

Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

George Santayana

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This  is  part  of  Linda G Hill’s  One  liner  Wednesday.

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Thursday Doors: Across Europe

This is part of Thursday Doors, it originates from Norm2.0.

Where does this door lead future or past. It is  actually  a castle on the Rhine  and  the door  lead  to  a herb  garden  back in  time.

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Another  door  at  the  same  castle  this  one shut  and  viewed  from the outside.

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Here is  a tiny  door  at  St Micheal’s  Mount  in Normandy.

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Also  some  huge  doors  at  the  Cathedral  in Cologne.

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A beautiful  door  to a  home in  Tuscany.

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Another  to a  cottage in Normandy .

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Finally  in  the  same  vein  a door  to  a home  near  by  where I  live in  England . They all are  similar all over Europe.

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Thoughts from France: Lake Guerledan

Silence broken by lapping water

Prehistoric memories linger here

Wooden poles, you keep your secrets

We stand and wonder what you know.

How many people have you seen

As you have watched this lake

And hills covered in forrest green.

We stand here and our guesses make.

 The silence, broken voices from the lake

Canoes serenely gluiding by

Lac Du Guerledan, beauty true not fake

We stand  betwixt your waters and sky .

One Liner Wednesday.

I’m an optimist, but an optimist who carries a raincoat.

Harold Wilson

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