Throwback Thursday. Holiday Meals.

Lauren is our hostess this Thanksgiving week and she chose a great topic – whether you celebrate Thanksgiving or not. The idea of a holiday meal includes any holiday occasion your family celebrates. That covers a lot of ground.

To participate, head over to Lauren’s post, read the rules and join in. Lauren gives a little guidance to get the creative juices flowing:

This week’s prompt is: Holiday Meals.  

I really don’t know how my mum used to produce such wonderful Christmas dinners, for so many people because money was so tight but she really always came up trump’s.
It all started Christmas Eve when we all went shopping with mum…. We all regardless of age had stuff to carry home. Everything was got then it was home and busy in the kitchen…mince pies were made, veg prepped, turkey stuffed, gravey prepared. The Christmas pudding and cake were made weeks before yet always tasted as fresh as if they had been made the day before. As fast as my mum made mince pies my brothers pinched them!
We had a tiny kitchen and how we all got in there to help here was a miracle.
Mum’s old gas cooker was very temperamental and often blew up.. nothing worse than singed eyebrows thank goodness.
There were eight of us plus numerous waifs and strays! No one was ever turned away from our door.
I have always followed my mum’s tradions, her menus and her panicks.
Breakfast : scrambled eggs and salmon with buckfizz.
Dinner:
Turkey and Ham or Pork or occasionally Beef. Stuffing, sausage meat, roast parsnips, carrots, sweet potatoes, potatoes, basted with honey.
Coliflower and Broccoli cheese, Brussel sprouts, peas and gravy, Yorkshire pudding, bread sauce and Cranberry sauce, apple sauce and horseradish sauce!
Christmas Pudding, Cheesecake as mice pies.

I have had Christmases with no heating, Mother in law most years even though she was not keen on me and everyone knew it. She made it clear she would rather be at her other son’s. Christmas when Hubby was ill, some when he was away. Christmas Dinner in Pubs and with relatives!

We had one Christmas in Spain but that was very odd . The two older boys were with us but we did miss the rest of the family. It’s absolutely wonderful now we have grandchildren they make Christmas so special.

I remember one year when I was about fourteen years old. Dad was washing up at our Belfast sink ( before they were fashionable) he put the plates on the draining board, we dried them and put them on the dresser behind him. What we didn’t realize was that he was lifting the clean dishes and washing them again 🤣🤣

Song Lyric Sunday. Windy, brassy,timphony, big band sounds.

Jim Adams

Goodness, will I ever catch up ? I have been chasing my tail for days just keeping up by the skin of my nails!

Well it’s time for Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday, this week’s prompt is suggested by Maggie From the Cave Walls.

Songs that feature wind instruments which includes Brass instruments (horns, trumpets, trombones, euphoniums, and tubas) and Woodwind instruments (recorders, flutes, oboes, clarinets, saxophones, and bassoons)

Well a really great get up and dance to track from Fleetwood Mac is Tusk. I think it fits the bill.

Tusk is the twelfth studio album by British-American rock band Fleetwood Mac, released as a double album on 12 October 1979. It is considered more experimental than their previous albums: partly a consequence of Lindsey Buckingham‘s sparser songwriting arrangements and the influence of post-punk. The production costs were estimated to be over $1 million (equivalent to $3.57 million in 2020), making it the most expensive rock album recorded to that date. The song of the same name peaked at number eight in the United States for three weeks, reached number six in the United Kingdom (where it was certified Silver for sales of over 250,000 copies), number five in Canada, and number three in Australia. It was one of the first songs to be released using a digital mixdown from an original analog source. The single was released with two different picture sleeves in many territories: the first featured the black and white picture of producer/engineer Ken Caillat’s dog Scooter snapping at a trouser leg, the same as that used for the album cover, whilst the second featured a plain cover with the same font as the album cover but without the dog picture. A limited promotional 12-inch version, featuring mono and stereo versions, was also released to US radio stations.

Why don’t you ask him if he’s going to stay?
Why don’t you ask him if he’s going away?
Ay…
Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?
Why don’t you tell me who’s on the phone?
O-o-o
Why don’t you ask him what’s going on?
Why don’t you ask him the latest on his throne?
Hooga haaga hooga
Don’t say that you love me
Just tell me that you want me
Tusk
Just say that you want me
Don’t tell me that you
Tusk
Real savage like
Ugh
Tusk
Tusk
Tusk TuskSource: MusixmatchSongwriters: Lindsey Buckingham.

🦇🌑🎃🦇🕷️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕷️🕷️🕷️🦇🌑🎃

I am sure this has been a very popular song this week but I love it🦇

Throwback Thursday #8 – Collections.

This week it is Lorraine at LSSATTITUDEOFGRATITUDE . To choose the prompt for Throwback Thursday Memory Blog hop. Next week Maggie at FROMTHECAVEWALLS will return, as they

Participation is easy. Write your own post sharing your memories and leave a pingback to this post in the comments. You can use the photo above in your post and tag it with #TBTMemory or #IRememberWhen to make it easier for others to find. If you do not wish to write your own post, feel free to tell your story in the comments below!

This week’s prompt is: Collections – Take this prompt wherever it leads you.

I have never been much of a collector, as a child I did collect dolls from different countries but to be honest that was more my sisters and mum’s idea than mine I just went along for the ride . Really from when I could read words , poems, lyrics and music have been my collections. So here are three of my favourite collection pieces.

The Collecter of bones

Image Fond Here

For  the longest  time  the child  had  collected bones  and dead insects.

Body parts she  cut  from animals  so  she could learn  how  they  worked .

Not  dead  animals  the  organs  had  to  be alive  and pumping

Warm and  growing,  breathing , flowing.

It  had  started  with  a bone  collection  but  she had  needed  to have  more knowledge.

She  collected  spiders  and  insects  from the hedge .

Soon  cats and  dogs went  missing , they’d disappear?

Her  mother shut  her eyes  to what  she guessed, keeping  silent her fear.

The  child  spent  less and  less  time  at home

She  preferred to be in the woods foraging  on her  own.

Then  the odd  baby   disappeared  from  it’s cot

The  need  for  learning   was  all that mattered  to  the swot.

One  day  she was gone,  she  did not  return home

The  child  had  decided  it  was time  to roam.

With  necklaces of  eyes  and  ears  and trinkets  made of  bone

She traveled  the word  her  skills to  practice  and hone.

bone collector.

Image Found Here

 Lock  your  windows , close  your  doors

She  is out  there  crossing  fields  and  moors

She is  bigger now  and  stronger

Only  harvests  what  she needs, keeps her donors  alive  longer

What  made  the child want  to  collect this  way

The  thirst  for  knowledge  one  might  say.

Or  maybe  pure  evil invaded  her  whole

She  was  such a  beauty  in  body  but not in soul.

Beware  when out on  day or  night

Beware  those eyes  so angelic  a sight .

Run from the clink of bone and tooth

She  will not  spare  you  and  that is  the truth!

She is only out to collect

So lock your doors and your loved ones protect.

****

The Hairdresser the soul collector

Image from Pixabay

At the hairdressers, shampoo rinsing in the sink behind you, water drip drip drip.

Towel drying your tresses then combing out the knots slick slick

Time now for the magic scissor blades eating at your hair, clip clip clip.

Talk of last nights conquests, who was with who and did what dig dig dig dig.

Would you like a coffee, tea or water, coffee black no sugar, please sip sip sip .

Get the feathering done now, scissor blades flash hair falls snip snip snip

Oh! that’s my favourite song, oh yeah! it is just so good to dance to click click click.

Are you holidaying this year?on safari, me? not this year I can’t afford the trip trip trip.

The junior brings the coffee in her pretty flip flops painted toes go flip flip flip.

Spraying lacquer, styling mousse , firming gel and hot brush, hair goes flick flick flick.

A tease here, a lift there.Wow that looks good don’t ya think ! slick slick slick

Time to pay into your purse you dip zip zip zip

And a tip yes, another dip dip dip !

cutting your souls

Men and women come in for styles outrageous as they dare dare dare.

Couples too come for his and hers styles and I do the pair pair pair.

They are always pleased and say my rates are fair fair fair.

They come to me once a month so I can cut their hair hair hair.

I make them beautiful so their friends will stare stare stare.

They say my styles are beautiful, amazing yes I have a flair flair flair.

They have no idea I am collecting their souls, they don’t care care care.

They get the unique styles they want, I get souls which I will not share share share.

As I sweep up the cuttings from the floor, well they are spare spare spare.

I am never late, my job is my life and I live up the stairs stair stair stair.

This is my life cutting their souls for me it is like breathing air air air air.

*****

The Dream collector.

Image here

Every night while we sleep

Across the lake her nets she casts deep

It is not fish but our dreams

Our hopes, needs and all our schemes.

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

She is waif like she is fair ,

She is heart broken and full of dispair .

Why does she always cast her net at night

Shying away from us and avoiding the light.

Once like us she walked in the light

Before she was condemned to endless night.

She had a lover who she worshiped and adored

Yet he betrayed and left her though she wept and implored.

Anger and jealousy beset her she could not live

She could not breath or think without her lover

In rage she sort him out and she did discover

He was wrapped in the legs and arms of another.

She cut them deep, she bled them dry

And as she did all she could do was cry.

She screamed at the Sun to no longer shine on her

She begged the Moon to keep her and never let this hurt reoccur

The God of love and goodness took pity on her

Set her to fishing for dreams in hope her soul to repair.

So this endless task is hers,  never to be free

Of all the hopes and dreams that escape from you and me

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

********

Thank you for reading.

For Maggie

A poem of love from Di to Maggie read at source.

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