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Sunday, December 31, 2017

British railways and pop music from 1967-80

This is wonderful stuff. Footage of Britain's railways matched to pop songs, radio recordings and television theme tunes from the same year.

It is odd how some things date faster than others. I have a book about Romney Marsh from the 1960s that contains a photograph of the car park at the nuclear power station at Dungeness.

The power station itself still looks strange and futuristic today. The cars are laughably old fashioned.

Here I think that, in many cases, the railway footage appears more dated than the music sounds.

A pivotal year: Lord Bonkers in 2017

The year began with Lord Bonkers being told by a Well-Behaved Orphan that "chimbleys is awkward things", praising Dutch Mulholland and promising to build
an impenetrable, physical, deep, powerful, beautiful ha-ha. It will keep out invaders and, incidentally, keep in domestic staff.
He also met the Wise Woman of Wing:
Incidentally, while we were out in the garden it started to spit, but when I suggested we go indoors she replied: "I’ll do my scrying in the rain."

After GCHQ warned of the danger to British political parties of Russian hacking, I had to report:
Lord Bonkers tells me he "caught two fellows with snow on their boots going through the Shuttleworths" at a remote rural committee room during the Ripon by-election of 1973.
In the same month, in an attempt at intimidation, cabinet ministers took to sitting in on House of Lords' debates on Brexit:
I wasn’t having that so I stared right back. When that didn’t work I went through my full gamut of faces: the lovesick Frisian; the angry walrus; Roy Jenkins on the lavatory ...
I took a party of Liberal Democrat peers (you may have noticed we are not exactly short of them) off to the tearoom for a spot of training in Hard Stares and pulling the aforementioned faces (though the Jenkins is not one for novices).
I am proud to announce that, after I had left for home, one of my pupils made a junior minister cry.
The old boy also reported that Jeremy Corbyn is a deep-cover agent:
Years ago a drunken Tory confessed to me that his party has talent spotters at prep schools. What they look for goodness only knows – a winning way with the ablative plural, perhaps, or particularly clean knees ...
Such deep-cover agents are not unusual – I expect my readers could name a few themselves – but to the best of my knowledge Jeremy Corbyn is the first Conservative to lead the Labour Party.
Having observed Corbyn's support for Brexit since then, I am forced to conclude he is right.

A Ukip candidate in Glasgow said she was sexually attracted to gorillas. I was reminded of a story Lord Bonkers once told me about Twycross Zoo,

Reminiscing about York and March's Liberal Democrat Spring Conference, my employer mentioned Whip-Ma-Whop-Ma-Gate. ("What a scandal that was!")

He was also proud when the party's press team came to the Bonkers Home for Well-Behaved Orphans to take a photograph for one of our general election posters.

You can see it at the head of this post,

Despite the best efforts of the Elves of Rockingham Forest, I turned up a photograph of Bonkers Hall I took before I met Lord Bonkers.

I also found conclusive proof that Freddie and Fiona work at the New European.

Lord Bonkers himself gave the inside story on the fall of Tim Farron.

Lord Bonkers accompanied the Well-Behaved Orphans on their holiday at Trescothick Bay in Cornwall:
Bathing, running barefoot across the sand, burying Matron... I had a high old time of it.
He also reported a successful 'Question Time' at the village hall:
There was our own Vince ‘High-Voltage’ Cable; the Wise Woman of Wing; the High Queen of the Elves of Rockingham Forest; and the Professor of Hard Sums from the University of Rutland at Belvoir.
I was prevailed upon to join the panel myself and, best of all, there was not a member of the Dimbleby family in sight.
In his traditional foreword to the Liberator songbook, he discussed the perils of making music beside the sea:
How well I recall an early Aldeburgh Festival! Halfway through the concert, the hall was inundated by the North Sea because of an unusually high tide.
Having looked about myself in the way I have just recommended to you, I was able to snatch up a passing double bass and paddle my way to safety – accompanied by Benjamin Britten on the piano.

The old boy displayed characteristic foresight in worrying about England's prospects in Australia:
Will it prove a tour too far for Anderson and Broad, who have justly been acclaimed as the Hinge and Bracket of English pace bowling? Why has no place been found for the Blessed Liam Plunkett when one of the Overton-Window twins from Somerset has been included?
Should Mason Crane be on the ship at all? In my day a boy of that age who bowled a googly would have been sent straight to the Headmaster, just as surely as if he had used a semicolon in an English composition.

Lord Bonkers feared that the theft of the Liberal Democrat candidate for Cheltenham's bicycle was an attempt to sabotage his campaign, but I feared something even more sinister was going on.

Six of the Best 756

"If the Conservatives care about the future of their party they would do well to ignore the squeals coming from the swivel eyed ideologues and listen to the warning Lord Heseltine is trying to give his colleagues." George Turner believes Brexit may yet destroy the Conservative Party.

Phil Wainewright says the Remain campaign in the referendum let Britain down by its complacency.

Will plans to divert Metropolitan Line trains into Watford Junction hit the buffers? And if they do will it be Boris Johnson's fault? A fascinating post from London Reconnections.

Passing football began in working-class Lancashire according to Conor Pope.

John Fleming argues that the BBC drama Eric, Ernie and Me rewrote history by pretending the BBC made Morecambe and Wise famous and writing-out their giant success on ITV before they joined the BBC.

As an archaeologist well used to looking at bones, Francis Pryor was interested to handle his own hip joint,

Traffic: Berkshire Poppies

It was 50 years ago this week that Traffic's first album Mr Fantasy entered the charts. The fruit of the band's 'getting it together in the country', it was to reach number 16.

The album's origins in a cottage near Aston Tirrold in Berkshire is reflected in the title of this track - a title that could have been borrowed from a John Betjeman poem.

Helping out with the backing vocals are the Small Faces - Steve Marriott's voice is unmistakable.

Saturday, December 30, 2017

Liberal England in 2017: Part 4

Being Jacob Rees-Mogg is a full-time occupation, or so I argued.

I got to the remains of the lead mine at Snailbeach, so 2017 turned out to be a good year after all.

Writing an article about Richard Rorty for Liberator left me less sure that I agreed with his ideas. He did foresee the rise of Donald Trump though.

A trip to Cambridge convinced me that the railways want you to travel to London and nowhere else, but I did discover film of an old student haunt of mine - the Railway Mania Bar in York. (Don't look for it, It's not there anymore.)

I asked if the Liberal Democrats would win a Sheffield Hallam by-election and recorded an actual success for the party: a former candidate had forced the resignation of the deputy prime minister of Australia.

I found that in 2009 I had inadvertently photographed a relic of a Lincolnshire potato railway.

Good Liberals were up in arms when Damien Green's office was raided, as I reminded my readers. Much good it did him.

Vince Cable, I revealed, was naughtier than Theresa May when they were children and I enjoyed the Eric Ravilious & Co. exhibition in Sheffield.

While bidding farewell to Phil Reilly as the Lib Dems' director of communications, I took issue with his account of the party's history.

A walk through what was once Leicester's most notorious slum district revealed connections with Jack the Ripper and a 19th-century cricket ground. Now that's psychogeography.

Santa's sleigh run was called off in Market Harborough because there was too much snow.

I reported the good news that the chequered skipper butterfly is to be reintroduced to Rockingham Forest.

Discussion of the Wild Hunt gave me an excuse to quote from Malcolm Saville's Seven White Gates:
Shadowy in the thickening mist, the two girls seemed to see a figure on horseback waving ghostly arms but no sound of hooves came to their straining ears. Then far away on the hilltop, it seemed to Peter that tiny, gnome-like figures flitted in uncanny procession.
Talking of children's books, I mounted a staunch defence of Ladybird Books: "I cannot think of a more progressive children's published in their era."

I watched DVDs of Tom Brown's Schooldays from 1971 and The Strange World of Gurney Slade from 1960.

How the Ministry of Defence stiffed Weedon Bec Parish Council

Last year I blogged about the discovery of live hand grenades on a recreation ground at Weedon Bec in Northamptonshire.

Then the BBC said the Ministry of Defence was examining ways to "provide financial support to the parish council.

Now BBC News says it has given the council £500,000 to pay for the clearance work.

That sounds generous, but it is not. Since the discovery, the site has needed 24-hour security, which the parish council has has to pay for.

This has meant an extra £250 a year in council tax for each household.

The BBC quotes the council's chairwoman Zoe O'Toole:
"I have lost hours and days of sleep over this. It's horrible as we have had to increase council tax in the village and that has made people cross."
Weedon is a village with strong military connections. It was the site of a barracks and of the Royal Ordnance Depot.

The Dry Dock, Leicester

I blogged in October that Leicester's Dry Dock pub, housed in a boat on Freemen's Common, was due for the breakers yard because the University of Leicester is planning to redevelop the area.

Finding myself in that part of the city today, I had a drink there.

With students at home and Leicester City supporters at Anfield, it was missing its most reliable customers and almost empty. It did have a good range of beers though.

You can read more about the university's plans for the area in the Leicester Mercury.

Friday, December 29, 2017

David Bowie and David Hemmings on Marlene Dietrich and Just a Gigolo

David Hemmings wrote in his memoirs:
The greatest challenge on Gigolo was filming the 78-year-old Marlene Dietrich. She had refused, of course, to come to Germany, where she hadn't been since before the war. Instead we had to transport a complete set to Paris.
He also reminisces about being introduced to Berlin's more bizarre clubs by Kenneth More, but that is not relevant here.

As well as Dietrich, Just a Gigolo starred David Bowie, Kim Novak and Hemmings himself.

Here you can listen to Bowie and Hemmings talking about the film.

It was written of as a flop when it came out in 1978. As Hemmings explains:
Somehow, all the tensions during production seemed to show through in the picture. I cut and recut it to suit possible distributors (who were not easy to find) and, when the money ran out, I left and the whole thing was cut to ribbons in a way that lost all the humour and irony.
Hemmings also shot a documentary on Bowie at about the same time, which has never been seen. That may be a great loss.

Alastair Cook as a chorister at St Paul's

I once published a post with this title showing Alastair Cook singing Glory to God as part of the choir of St Paul's Cathedral in 1997.

Here he is (at 1:43) singing Hark the Herald Angels Sing at the same event.

This carol was traditionally sung on the second Sunday after the MCC's fixture with a New South Wales Country XI.

h/t @JamesMunro5

Liberal England in 2017: Part 3

A snap of Bonkers Hall I took years before I met Lord Bonkers turned up again, while the death of James Davidson left Elizabeth Shields as the older former Liberal MP.

I watched cricket at Mr Logan's ground in East Langton and came across the restoration of a historic house in Kibworth Beauchamp.

Jonathan Meades, I discovered, published a guide to the TV personalities of the day in 1979:
The neatest digs are aimed at two targets who are still very much with us 38 years on – the Dimbleboys, as Meades says Bernard Levin used to call them
My travels took me to Bottesford church and to the bridges over the Nene at Irthlingborough.

I went off to Shropshire with the songs of Scott Walker in my head.

It transpired that the expensive new trains being ordered for the Midland main line out of St Pancras will be slower than the ones running now.

I found that left and right were uniting to shift the blame from the Nazis marching in the United States and explained why I never bought Jeremy Corbyn's story on traingate.

Don't believe I got to Shropshire? Look, that's Stokesay Castle above.

Brexiteers, I argued, still treat Australia as though it were moored off the coast of Kent.

I didn't want John O'Farrell to tear up his Labour membership card over Kate Hoey, I just wanted him not to vote for her.

Gender-neutral clothing for children was in the news. I pointed out that my first literary hero Malcolm Saville had no problem with it in the 1940s.

I wondered if Jacob Rees-Mogg believes masturbation is wrong - there was a reason.

The psychologist Steve Reicher said in a lecture I attended that that if we are to understand the appeal of Donald Trump (and of other authoritarian populists) we have to get away from the idea that the people who voted for him are merely wicked or stupid.

I asked if English cricket has a drink problem and photographed the death throes of Kettering Town's old Rockingham Road ground.

Woman who was caught riding naked on a motorcycle, performing a sex act in front of horrified high street shoppers and punching a blind man is jailed for 13 months

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The Daily Mail wins our Headline of the Day Award.

In a nice seasonal touch, the woman in question is called Natasha Claus. She has also been banned from entering Woking.

Thanks to a reader for the nomination.

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Decorative brickwork in Lamport

The church moved to Wanstead to make room for St Pancras

A passing reference in a Londonist article on King's Cross and St Pancras sends you to the website of Wanstead United Reformed Church.

And there you read its remarkable history:
Our building has an almost unique history. Built in the parish of St Pancras and known as St Luke’s, it was consecrated in May 1861. Only two years later the old Midland Railway wanted to extend its line into London and needed the site of St Luke’s for a terminus station – it was the only site available.
In Wanstead, a group of Congregationalists wanted to build a church for their worship and heard of this building in the Kings Cross area. They bought St Luke’s for £526, and a builder from Walthamstow demolished, transported and re-erected it on our current site. The foundation stone was laid on 7th August 1866 and the church opened for worship on 30th May, 1867.
The site wasn’t quite the right size and shape to receive St Luke’s in its original form; the main body of the church is now shorter; the entrance and porch on the north side were not rebuilt. This is a photograph of the original plan for the building with a huge central spire. Our Cromwell Hall (on the Nightingale Lane side of the church) was also part of the original building.
The picture above, taken from Google Street View shows the church today.

A new St Luke's was built in Kentish Town to serve its parish at St Pancras. It was in the care of the Churches Conservation Trust for 20 years, but reopened as a living church in 2012.

The Strange World of Gurney Slade

What to make of Anthony Newley?

The young Tony Robinson wasn’t sure, and he played his son on the West End stage:
 I was awestruck by Tony Newley; he was intense, anguished, and seemed completely detached from the rest of the world. He never spoke to me – that was part of his mystery – but I watched him obsessively from the wings … Every night I mimicked his words, and gazed agonisingly into the spotlight pulling a heartbroken face, just like he did.
Today, when Newley is something of a forgotten figure, it is hard for any of us to be sure, but I have a feeling he was more important than we realise.

He links two great eras of 20th-century British culture – 1940s cinema and 1960s pop – co-wrote the songs Feelin’ Good and Goldfinger, influenced David Bowie’s singing and was negotiating for a regular role in EastEnders when he died.

So what to make of The Strange World of Gurney Slade?

I have long heard of this 1960 comedy series and recently bought and watched the DVD.

It begins with the hero Gurney Slade, played by Newley, escaping from an awful situation comedy and going out to explore the world.

There he indulges in internal monologues about the absurdities of everyday life that you can imagine in Tony Hancock’s voice. Then a section about the absurdities of dating, featuring Una Stubbs in a very early role, looks forward to observational comedy.

After that things get really strange. There are a group of children – strange symbolic children who resemble the ones you find in 1940s Hollywood films such as The Blue Bird and The Boy with Green Hair.

And it ends with a spot of the absurdist theatre that was popular in 1960s as the characters sit round and waiting to be written into another show.

The cast is strong: Bernie Winters, Hugh Paddick and Fenella Fielding turn up, while the floor manager Newley brushes off as he makes his escape at the start is played by a young Geoffrey Palmer.

But is it funny?

It didn’t make me laugh, but then Charlie Chaplin doesn’t make me laugh even though I can see he is a genius. In the same way, I can see that The Strange World of Gurney Slade is important and interesting.

And the show gives its own answer. At one point Newley is put on trial for not being funny and after rejecting the defence counsel supplied by the court, and awful red-nosed comedian, defends himself.

If being like him is what is meant by being funny, he asks by implication, who wants to be funny?

The best comment on the show is to be found in a trailer Newley made, still in character, for its second showing.

As Andy Murray once described it on We Are Cult:
On a dark street, a smartly-dressed young man stands with a panting sheepdog, peering at a tattered advertising hoarding for a TV show. Addressing the figure pictured on the hoarding, the man says, “Well, it was a noble effort, wasn’t it? You tried. I give you that, you tried. But the public is no man’s fool, you know. The public knows what it wants, and you had no right to even try and suggest something different. Anyway, the public doesn’t like anything… suggestive.”
The man nods down towards the sheepdog. “He thinks you were before your time. Personally, I don’t think we’re ever going to reach the time that you’re in.”

Liberal England in 2017: Part 2

Gillian Mawson's guest post on World War II evacuees proved very popular.

"If they were setting out to lend support to the idea that European cause was a cause for metropolitan types who laugh at the rest of us while eating their artisan quinoa, they could not have made a better job of it." No, I did not like the New European article on Skegness.

Sir Edward Garnier, who turned out to be the retiring MP for Harborough, was a Remainer. His successor won't even tell us how he voted in the referendum.

I was quoted in the Bath Chronicle saying that the Liberal Democrats had a good chance of winning the city at the general election. This proved more accurate than many predictions made at the time.

A Conservative local election leaflet used one of my photographs and I was taken as an explorer in Loughborough by two boys who were probably not ghosts.

The local elections were a disappointment for the Lib Dems, but we held the ward I live in.

An archaeological dig of Roman remains in Leicester attracted crowds and I stalked the Boughton Obelisk.

I went to St Albans to help in the general election campaign.

Discussing the importance of John Noakes, I suggested that the Sixties were an unusual decade in that the British rather liked children then and that life should be more like Go With Noakes.

It was all too long ago to worry many voters, but I explained why Jeremy Corbyn's attitude to Irish Republican terrorism worried me.

I went to see Newark Castle and the former Lutterworth police station.

The men in sandals came for Tim Farron. I said Jo Swinson should calm her allies down, but there was no need. She withdrew from the contest and Vince Cable became the new leader without a contest.

An old Liberal Democrat News column turned out to offer an analysis of class and politics in Kensington after the Grenfell Tower fire.

Other visits took me to Northampton's Eleanor Cross and the Buddhist cafè at Kelmarsh.

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Write a guest post for Liberal England

This is a reminder that I welcome guest posts on Liberal England.

And as you can see from the list of the 10 most recent guest posts below, I am happy to consider a wide range of subjects.

If you would like to write a guest post yourself, please send me an email so we can discuss your idea.

Six of the Best 755

"I’m still not convinced that he was particularly brilliant in the successful campaign in 2010 ... He faced a still toxic Tory party and a Labour party that was weary and run down after over a decade in government, and still managed to lose seats." William Barter offers a reappraisal of Nick Clegg.

Steve Peers looks at the threat to workers' rights after Brexit.

Geoffrey Wheatcroft discusses the career of Conor Cruise O’Brien on the centenary of his birth.

Christmas Day 1977 marked the beginning of the end of an era for British light entertainment, argues Curious British Telly.

Mark Gatiss talks to Shadows at the Door about Doctor Who, M.R. James and horror films: "I'm actually more interested in modern horror; the gothic but in a modern context. I don't think it has to be about the old and obviously I still love it but it doesn't have to be about candelabra and castles. You can get the same feeling from modern methods, and in a way that is more frightening."

"Khodarkovsky estimates that about half of the players who show remarkable skill before the age of 10 will give up on chess entirely. And he blames, at least in part, the attention we shower on prodigies." David Hill finds that chess prodigies are getting younger.

Liberal England in 2017: Part 1

I said Yes to Leveson 2, No to Section 40 and  offered some thoughts on Vince Cable, British Asians and Brexit.

"This is wonderful", I said, when posting this video of Paul Robeson singing to Scottish miners in 1949. It is.

I argued that Just because Paul Nuttall is from the North, it doesn't mean he will appeal to Northern voters. Call me Mystic Meg.

And I quoted Karl Popper on not tolerating intolerance:
We should claim that any movement preaching intolerance places itself outside the law, and we should consider incitement to intolerance and persecution as criminal, in the same way as we should consider incitement to murder, or to kidnapping, or to the revival of the slave trade, as criminal.

I was complimentary about Tim Farron's leadership of the Liberal Democrats over Europe.

Stewart Lee joined the Lib Dems.

I was very taken with the 1967 children's TV serial Flower of Gloster:
In the first episode a 10-year-old boy rides his bike into the Llangollen Canal as it passes over the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct. The trough stands 126ft above the River Dee, there is a sheer drop on the opposite side to the towpath and it is scary enough making the crossing in a boat.
A song I had been trying to identify for years turned out to be Mary Wana by The Nicotines. I also said I would like to see Michael Haneke’s Time of the Wolf again.

Meanwhile, the Conservatives discovered that the North is massive.

I wrote about Stanley Rundle and the 1960s Liberal revival in Richmond upon Thames.

The Orange Book, I recalled, had been too statist for me.

I marked the 40th anniversary of the Centenary Test:
I remember, listening in the small hours, hearing John Arlott quoting Shakespeare:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here.
British deference to the Royal Family, I discovered, had protected child abusers in Australia.

The chairman of Harborough Ukip tried to find people to stand for his party by telling them they could avoid going to meetings and collect their expenses "until they are asked to leave".

And on my birthday I marched for Europe.

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

The 1971 BBC adaptation of Tom Brown's Schooldays

Schoolboys with long hair who fight, gamble and drink? They can only come from the early 1970s.

And indeed they do. This is a still from the BBC’s 1971 adaptation of Tom Brown’s Schooldays, which I recently bought and watched on DVD.

I had watched it only once before – when it was first broadcast – yet I found I remembered some lines of dialogue. Asked me what I watched last night and I would struggle to tell you.

It has a rollicking plot that owes little to the book and it obsessed with flagellation. Tom Brown is framed for poaching and beaten in front of his house. The truth comes out and Flashman is beaten in front of the school and expelled.

Richard Morant’s Flashman makes a good villain. Even more enjoyably villainous is his father Sir Richard Flashman, a character unknown to Thomas Hughes, who is played by Gerald Flood. Trivia fans will be pleased to discover that he was the grandfather of the rugby player Toby Flood.

A word too for the good older boys – Diggs, played by David Hampshire, and ‘Madman’ Martin, played by Robin Langford – who threaten to steal the production at various points.

It may not feel like it to me, but 1971 was a long time ago and all the actors I have mentioned so far are now dead.

But the three reprobates in the shot above are still with us.

Taking them  from the right, Sunning (or ‘Apollo’ as East insists on calling him for his blond hair) was played by Richard Gibson. He grew up to be Herr Flick of the Gestapo in ‘Allo ‘Allo.

East was played by Simon Fisher-Turner, who survived Jonathan King’s attempt to turn him into the British David Cassidy and is now (as Simon Fisher) a successful composer of film music.

Tom Brown himself was played by Anthony Murphy. His later career is described by an uncle with bracing frankness:
At the age of fifteen he had won an Emmy award for his starring role in the BBC production of Tom Brown's Schooldays.  And at twenty four, having starred in the tabloids as the heroin-addicted hang gliding husband of a Duke's daughter, he rebelled against the rebel in himself, gave up drugs, obtained a divorce, and entered a law firm.
But I wondered how, in his mid-thirties, he could reinvent himself as a painter and survive with a new family in a grand old ruin of a house on top of a hill near the medieval city of Carcassonne with views of the Pyrenees.
Now I see that Anthony's painting embodies and transfigures the tensions, pain and glory of his time, of his Irish, English and Jewish heritage, of the rebel within the lawyer, the addict within the survivor, the rootless visionary brought through art and suffering to earth.
You can view his paintings on his website.

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Crowland Abbey in 2009

As Susan Hibbins once put it in Lincolnshire Life:
Drive to Crowland Abbey along the lonely fen roads on a misty December afternoon as the dusk is falling and you feel as though you are driving into the past, when the world seemed to consist only of water and sky; where small, isolated communities clung to muddy islands that raised themselves a few feet out of the undrained fens.
This was the world to which the former soldier Guthlac came in 699 AD, to one of the little islands – Crowland – where he would live and die, and where a great abbey would be built in his memory.
The abbey is now largely ruinous, but part of it serves as Crowland's parish church.

Friday, December 22, 2017

The final days of passenger services over the Woodhead route

The electrification of the Woodhead route from Sheffield Victoria to Manchester Piccadilly was completed in 1955. Yet it closed to passengers in 1970 and freight in 1981.

When I was a student, Sheffield to Manchester passenger trains were still regularly diverted over it on Sundays and Sheffield to Huddersfield trains used it as far as Penistone.

This silent film shows passenger trains on the route just before they were withdrawn.

In praise of Vic Marks

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Vic Marks was a high-class bits and pieces player who got to play tests and one-day internationals for England because of his alliance with Ian Botham.

He is now the best summariser on Test Match Special, but is often overlooked by the BBC because he does not seek controversy.

Marks's modesty is one of his most attractive features. I remember him purposely taking a back seat as Michael Vaughan and Graeme Swann launched a double-barrelled assault on England's then hopelessly outdated approach to limited overs cricket, which I suspect had an influence on the authorities.

He gets his due in the latest Guardian Ashes podcast, where he talks to two amiable young Australians Geoff Lemon and Adam Collins.

Marks talks about his own test career, the realities of facing fast bowling and his long friendship with Peter Roebuck.

The Toilet of Venus, Knaresborough, 1936

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Found while searching for something else in the day job.

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Six of the Best 754

Rob Marchant believes Labour's only hope is that the trade unions will turn on Jeremy Corbyn over the threat that Brexit poses to workers' rights: "Even Corbyn’s great ally on the hard left, Len McCluskey of Unite, is being weakened by the legal challenge to his election as General Secretary, this week announced as being a little more serious than many had expected, now his case will be heard by a former High Court judge."

"The British are catching up with an American awareness of the intertwined political influence of the secretive super-rich, social media, and the Kremlin," argues Anthony Barnett.

Cicero does not mince his words: "It is a basic contention of this blog that Donald J Trump is not fit for office. A crooked real estate developer with a dubious past and highly questionable finances. he has systematically lied his way into financial or other advantage. His personal qualities include vulgarity, sexual assault allegations and fraudulent statements on almost every subject."

Lord Patel says it's now or never for Asian engagement in UK cricket, says Huw Turbervill.

Martin Salisbury introduces the work of the artist John Minton.

"On the Slaughden peninsula near the Suffolk fishing port of Aldeburgh, there were said to be lights associated with nameless "things" that pelted you with shingle." Matt Salusbury on the mysterious lights of the East Anglian coast.

Brexit: Be more patriotic about cheese, says Michael Gove

BBC News wins our Headline of the Day Award, but that's not important right now.

Nick Cohen once warned us against politicians who started out as journalists and against two of them in particular:
Johnson and Gove are the worst journalist politicians you can imagine: pundits who have prospered by treating public life as a game. Here is how they play it. They grab media attention by blaring out a big, dramatic thought. An institution is failing? Close it. A public figure blunders? Sack him.
They move from journalism to politics, but carry on as before. When presented with a bureaucratic EU that sends us too many immigrants, they say the answer is simple, as media answers must be. Leave. Now. Then all will be well.
Johnson and Gove carried with them a second feature of unscrupulous journalism: the contempt for practical questions. Never has a revolution in Britain’s position in the world been advocated with such carelessness. The Leave campaign has no plan.
Another feature of the Johnson and Grove school of journalism is that consistency is not important. All that matters is turning out good copy by your next deadline.

So Gove, after presenting himself as the champion of rigour in education, announced that "people in this country have had enough of experts".

After presenting himself as Boris Johnson's loyal lieutenant, he stabbed him where it hurts and ran for the leadership himself.

And after this:
The UK would still be able to trade freely within Europe even if it left the EU, Michael Gove has said.
The justice secretary said the UK could be part of Europe's free trade area to avoid trade tariffs, even if it was not a member of the EU single market.
Michael Gove presents himself as the champion of patriotism in cheese purchasing.

Whether he is acting as a journalist or a cabinet minister, all that matters to Gove is tomorrow's headline.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Susan Cooper gives the fifth annual J.R.R. Tolkien Lecture on Fantasy Literature

She gave it at Pembroke College, Oxford, in April of this year.

Susan Cooper's The Dark is Rising is currently being discussed on Twitter - you can find details of how to take part on the blog of Julia Bird.

Does anyone else remember watching the first book in that series, Over Sea, Under Stone, as a Jackanory dramatisation in 1969?

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Six of the Best 753

It is 10 years since Nick Clegg narrowly gained the leadership of the Liberal Democrats. Jen Yockney speculates on what might have happened if Chris Huhne had won instead.

Justin Gest asks what lesson can be learnt from the victory of the progressive Democrat Steve Bullock in the Montana gubernatorial race.

Nakul Krishna looks at the work of the philosopher Philippa Foot: "Like other philosophers before and since, Foot’s achievement consisted in pointing us in a better direction. Instead of looking to logic or language for answers, she suggested that we look to 'the reality that surrounds man'."

The Victorians would prop up their dead and photograph them as part of family groups. Right? Wrong, says Sonya Vatomsky.

"For many coming to New York City, the available entry is the Port Authority Bus Terminal ... However, if a traveler seeks the charm of a grand entrance, they will be greatly disappointed ... As one Yelp! reviewer put it: 'If I die and go to hell, I think it might resemble this.'" Margaret McCormick on "a hall of unfathomable nightmares".

"Over 50 years ago football had it’s own quiz show. Quiz Ball ran for just six series but is recalled fondly by those who remember it." Vince Cooper will tell you all about it.

The Liberal Democrat magazine AdLib is to cease publication

When I joined the Liberal Party it published a weekly newspaper - Liberal News. This became Liberal Democrat News when we merged with the SDP.

I applied unsuccessfully to work for it once and later became an (unpaid) columnist for many years. I even did the desktop publishing on a couple of issues.

Liberal Democrat News ceased publication shortly after the party went into coalition with the Conservatives.

Its replacement, we were assured, would be a revamped AdLib magazine.

This did manage to appear monthly for a while - I wrote for it in those early days, but found this (literally) a thankless task. Then it faded away.

Today I received an email from the party's "Director for People" telling me that AdLib is to cease publication. You can find it reproduced without comment on Lib Dem Voice.

This tells me, improbably in both cases, that AdLib is "much loved" and costs as much to produce as "the entire staffing budget for the Party's Membership Department!"

It's replacement will be an improved AdLib blog.

I did not know there was an AdLib blog, but it turns out that there is.

Maybe I am just an old fogey and the future for member communications does lie entirely online. But the fact that no one has thought to add the AdLib blog to the LibDemBlogs aggregator does not fill me with confidence.

Anyway, if you want to know what is going on in the Liberal Democrats you can always subscribe to Liberator.

Monday, December 18, 2017

A derelict cricket pavilion

Taken at Marston Trussell three summers ago.

Leicestershire Tories and their Sprout Compliance Unit

You know the score. Labour and the Liberal Democrats interfere in people's lives. The Conservatives are rugged individualists who have no time for petty regulations or elf 'n safety.

Not round here they're not.

The Tory-run Harborough District, for instance, can fine you if you feed the ducks on the Welland or fail to produce a bag to pick up mess when walking your dog.

Now the Tory-run Leicestershire County Council has joined in by sending the tweet above.

If they want to be helpful, the county could tweet some recipes for leftover sprouts. Bubble and squeak for instance.

But there are plenty of recipes online so, given the pressures on public services on the county, I think the Tories would do better to redeploy the staff in their Sprout Compliance Unit.

They can safely leave the people of Leicestershire to monitor their vegetable intake themselves.

Sunday, December 17, 2017

Father Christmas is not Santa Claus

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Well, he is now, but he never used to be.

That is what I have longed believed, and there is evidence to support this view in a page on the Arthuriana site.

It says the earliest reference to Father Christmas:
comes from the mid-fifteenth century, when a Sir Christëmas appears in a carol, although most discussions start with Ben Johnson's early seventeenth-century old or Captaine Christmas.
Whilst strenuous efforts were made by the puritans of the seventeenth century to do away with this character, they did not succeed.
In the nineteenth century Father Christmas benefited from the general Victorian revival of Christmas and can be found in, for example, Dickens' Christmas Carol.
However, from the 1870s onwards Father Christmas became increasingly like the American Santa Claus, both in terms of his actions - he started giving gifts - and his appearance, with the result that two are nowadays virtually inter-changeable.
 The page also has useful links to more research on this question.

Six of the Best 752

Why did white working-class men vote for Brexit? Noam Gidron and Peter A. Hall suggest it is because they have lost social standing over the past three decades.

"The UK government can’t leave the Single Market and the Customs Union and, at the same time, avoid a physical border in Ireland," says Flip Chart Rick.

If you want to know who matters in Britain, wait until it snows. You will find that the roads are gritted but pedestrians are left to tackle icy pavements unaided. Ludlow's Andy Boddington thinks it is time we did something to help them.

Emma Tucker asks if it is time to reassess Britain's postmodern architecture.

"Even people who have never seen Michael Curtiz’s romantic wartime allegory can conjure up a few lines about beautiful friendships, gin joints and hills of beans… maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon." Pamela Hutchinson looks at why we are all still quoting Casablanca.

IanVisits surveys Christmas Day television over the years. As a bonus, here is something you could have watched on ITV 25 December 1968. Maybe I did...

Cleo Laine: Thieving Boy

Turning on Radio 4 was dangerous in the 1970s. There was every chance you would encounter Instant Sunshine, the King’s Singers or James bloody Galway.

Worse, it could be Cleo Laine.

She invariably went:
Doo wop, doo be doo, diddly diddly shoo, doo wop, doop doop diddly diddly whop, woop woop shoo wop shoo wop, diddly diddly, bip bop bap, shoobly shoobly woop woo.
I knew I was supposed to like her, but I couldn’t

But my new favourite television station, Talking Pictures TV, has twice shown the 1960 film The Criminal this week.

It is a genuine British noir – a crime and prison drama starring Stanley Baker. He was a real tough-guy actor who played hard-bitten cops and hard-biting villains.

The song that accompanies the opening credits of The Criminal, sung by Cleo Laine, occupies an interesting space between folk and jazz.

It sounds traditional, but was written by Laine’s husband Johnny Dankworth.

Best of all, she doesn’t go “shoobly shoobly woop woo” once.

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Richard Osman reruns 1973 and this time the good guys win

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Richard Osman is running a World Cup of Christmas Songs on his Twitter account.

One of the quarter finals pitted Merry Christmas Everybody by Slade and I Wish It Could Be Christmas Every Day by Wizzard.

It was like 1973 all over again, as these were the two songs that competed for the Christmas number one that year.

In those days I was a Wizzard fan and very much wanted them to beat Slade. But they didn't and it was Merry Christmas Everybody that topped the chart.

I used to feel embarrassed that I had liked Wizzard. But now I realise that they evolved out of The Move and that Roy Wood is a kind of genius.

Slade, by contrast, are still embarrassing and I am proud that I never liked them.

The good news is that Wizzard won the quarter final, scoring 54 per cent of the vote.

I feel history has vindicated me.

Don't blame Ladybird Books for the rise of Daniel Hannan

Otto English is someone I retweet a lot and I was pleased when he started a blog this autumn at Pin Prick.

But I have to take issue with his latest post, the wonderfully titled Ladybird Libertarians: Dan Hannan, Paddington and the pernicious impact of 1970s children’s literature on Brexit thinking.

I am the last one to say that the books people read as children have nothing to so with their later political views - after all, I am always banging on about Malcolm Saville here.

But the attempt to pin the blame for Daniel Hannan on Ladybird Books seems to be wrong for a number of reasons.

For instance the timing does not work. Daniel Hannan was born in Peru in 1971 and packed off to an English prep school at the age of eight. (Remember, when the Conservatives tell you that they are the party of the family that they have always been ruthless about depriving their children of family life if they think it will bring social or educational advantages.)

This mean he arrived at St Custard's or wherever it was just as Ladybird's heyday coming to an end.

As Anna Moore once wrote in the Guardian:
The iconic Ladybird world we remember probably stretched from the 50s through to the 70s. By the 80s, when Britain was changing and Ladybird wasn’t changing at the same pace, there was a feeling that those books were naive and a bit naff.
This seems exactly right to me: by the 1980s children's books were expected to be about "issues", not the simple enjoyment of the world around us that Ladybird offered.

But would you have found Ladybird books in a prep school in any year? I suspect their market was state primary schools and the children who went to them.

The children in the Peter and Jane books from which my mother taught me to read before I went to school (yes, I have reasons to be grateful to Ladybird) may look well scrubbed to modern eyes, but that does not put them into the prep-school-attending classes.

In an earlier Guardian article Chris Arnot talked to Harry Wingfield, who illustrated those books:
There was no real-life Jane. Or Peter, for that matter. Their images were forged from any number of photographs of local children, some taken on the new council estates that were springing up in the late 50s and early 60s.
"They were the sons and daughters of respectable workers," he says, "and they were well dressed. You didn't want dustbin kids. But they weren't as middle-class as everyone made out."
But the most serious thing the Pin Point gets wrong is the nature of Ladybird Books. I cannot think of a more progressive children's published in their era.

Yes, there were the books about the Kings and Queens that Otto objects too, but as he recognises there was also a series called 'People at Work.

And it you still think of Ladybird as twee, have a look at this Dirty Modern Scoundrel post on Ladybird Books and Modernism.

Even Peter and Jane moved with the times. In the books from which I learnt to read in the early 1960s, Peter resembled the young Prince Charles. By 1970 he had been redrawn with long hair and a cheeky grin and got to wear long trousers.

There are other children's books you can blame for the Brexit cast of mind - see my own exposé of Enid Blyton's proto fascism on the Guardian website - but Ladybird Books are innocent (in more than one sense of the word).

Friday, December 15, 2017

Malcolm Savile, Seven White Gates and the Wild Hunt

I saw some discussion of the Wild Hunt on Twitter today and was reminded of Seven White Gates by Malcolm Saville.

Here are Peter (Petronella) and Jenny on the Stiperstones one night during World War II:
Then the atmosphere became cold and clammy as the fog swirled round them. suddenly Jenny gave a stifled little scream and pointed up the track which led to the mines. Shadowy in the thickening mist, the two girls seemed to see a figure on horseback waving ghostly arms but no sound of hooves came to their straining ears. Then far away on the hilltop, it seemed to Peter that tiny, gnome-like figures flitted in uncanny procession.
Jenny turned and wailed into Peter's shoulder.
"Peter. It's true. It's them. They're riding again. What shall we do, Peter? We must hide our eyes. We mustn't even see them. Don't look, Peter."
There is more about the Wild Hunt on Wikipedia and more about Malcolm Saville and the legends of the Stiperstones in  The Singular Stiperstones by Tom Wall and Peter Francis.

Wall and Francis's claim that Saville's discovery of the Stiperstones was, unusually for him, made through other writers' books rather than by visiting the place for himslef is born out by a talk I once heard the late Revd Jeremy Saville (Malcolm's younger son) give.

He said he was pretty sure that his father had not visited the Stiperstones when he wrote Seven White Gates. and that the book owed a great deal to the novels of Mary Webb.

Seven White Gates, incidentally is a remarkable book. Again unusually for Saville, there are no villains to thwart or buried treasure to find. It is a story about the reconciliation of an estranged father and son.

And that reconciliation can be made to stand as a metaphor for the reconciliation of Britain and the USA. Seven White Gates therefore has much in common with films of the period like The Man in Grey of A Matter of Life and Death.

Thursday, December 14, 2017

St Catherine's Chapel, Abbotsbury

In the days when I went on long walking holidays I used to lay out everything I wanted to take and find it was too much for my rucksack. Often my camera was one of the things that was sacrificed.

But I did take it with me sometimes. And one of the times I did was 1997, when I walked from Plymouth to Brixham, missed out the area around Torbay on the advice of my guidebook as there was too much road walking, and then continued from Exmouth to Weymouth.

This photograph was taken that summer, as Tony Blair enjoyed a political honeymoon that took several years to end.

A little research tells me that the building in the distance with the look of a folly is St Catherine's Chapel, Abbotsbury.

In those days I tended to photograph landscapes, rather than the buildings I favour today. As I did not have a telephoto lens, the results were not generally satisfactory. But I rather like this shot.

The Chequered Skipper is coming back to Rockingham Forest

Regular readers will have heard of the Elves of Rocking Forest, with whom Lord Bonkers has a relationship of wary friendliness. ("It's best to keep on the right side of these fellows.")

Back from the Brink is a conservation project that aims to save 20 species from extinction and benefit over 200 more through 19 projects spread across England. And one of those projects is taking place in Rockingham Forest.

The project's Rockingham Roots page lays out its ambitions there:
Rockingham Forest covers more than 200 square miles, and has long been part of the natural and cultural heritage of Northamptonshire. It was designated a hunting forest by William the Conqueror back in 1086.
Much of the once-vast ancient broad-leaved forest remains, but in separate woodland patches, dotted through the arable landscape. These are wonderful places, where nationally rare plants, bats, birds, reptiles and butterflies can still be found.
But these fragmented woodlands are under increasing pressure from climate change, nutrient enrichment and a rise in the number of deer.

This Back from the Brink project, led by Butterfly Conservation, will restore and manage a network of woodland sites across the Rockingham Forest area, creating more habitat in which vulnerable species can thrive.
We will introduce more diversity in the woodlands, increasing the complexity of the forest structure and creating more open space and habitat niches, such as dead wood.
We will involve local people, helping them to get closer to the extraordinary wildlife of the forest, and working with volunteers to manage and monitor it.
Once enough suitable habitat is available, we will reintroduce the Chequered Skipper Butterfly, extinct in England since 1976.

Progress with Oxford to Cambridge reopening

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The restoration of direct trains between Oxford and Cambridge moved closer today with the launch of the East West Railway Company.

This, says Rail News, will oversee the reconstruction of the link, which exists in some form from Oxford as far as Bedford.

The report goes on:
When the line opens, it will have interchange stations with four main railway lines radiating out of London, but it will run under or over each, minimising any risk of delay. The aim is to build a route that allows future upgrades to be incorporated with as little disruption as possible.
This suggests there will be some major new engineering works at Bedford and Sandy at least.

I hope I live to see the day when you can catch a train from Market Harborough to Bedford and change for Oxford or Cambridge.

Last time I went to Cambridge I complained about how indirect the rail journey now is from here, and Oxford is no better (change at Leicester, Nuneaton and Coventry).

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Six of the Best 751

The Pin Prick looks at the influence of Big Sugar on Brexit: "During the 2016 referendum Tate and Lyle Sugars was one of the few big companies to support Leave and this year sponsored the Brexit heavy Conservative Party Conference, a move branded ‘disgraceful’ by British farmers."

Policy wonks want to nudge people to do the right thing, but Tim Harford warns that the same techniques can be used to encourage people to do the wrong thing.

"What Jim Henson’s fantastic creations capture perfectly is Dickens’s interest in the ludicrous and absurd details of seemingly everyday appearances." Emma Curry argues that The Muppet Christmas Carol is best Dickens adaptation ever.

The other day Talking Pictures TV showed The Intruder, a 1953 film that makes an interesting companion piece to another Jack Hawkins film, The League of Gentlemen. dfordoom describes it as "Not quite a crime film, not quite a war film, but an interesting hybrid."

Matthew Engel has heard enough from Geoffrey Boycott.

Where to begin with British psychogeography cinema? Adam Scovell has some ideas.

Alexei Sayle's Imaginary Sandwich Bar and Wilf Mbanga

I have been enjoying Alexei Sayle's Imaginary Sandwich Bar on Radio 4.

One of the best stories he has told this time is about he and his wife's cat Wilf Mbanga.

When it went missing Sayle used his celebrity status to get at article in the local paper.

This led to the revelation that the original Wilf Mbanga, a Zimbabwean opposition politician, was living in exile nearby.

A tweet by Zorro P Freely led me to a Camden New Journal article that proves the story was true.

Written after Wilf Mbanga had been returned to the Sayles, the article says:
The real Wilf Mbanga, a journalist critical of the Mugabe regime who lives in London, told the New Journal three weeks ago he was “tickled pink” after hearing Mr Sayle had named his cat after him.
But he said he would not join the hunt because he was allergic to cats and suffered from severe hay fever.
This week, Wilf Mbanga said: “I am delighted Wilf Mbanga has been found. Even in times of distress, we need to laugh at ourselves.”
It gets better:
With world debate focused on the outcome of the Zimbabwean elections and the reinstatement of Robert Mugabe as leader, Mr Mbanga appeared on the BBC World Service on Saturday. But in a surreal few minutes, a newsreader also discussed the missing cat named in his honour.
And, in a final touch which I don't think Alexei Sayle mentioned, they first adopted Wilf Mbanga after he had turned up as a stray in John Humphrys's garden.

That's the cat, not the exiled Zimbabwean politician.


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Annual Spring Book Sale

The Merrill-Cazier Library will hold its Annual Spring Book Sale March 1-3, 2017. All books only 25¢ each (+ tax). From beach reading to scholarly texts, our diverse selection offers something for everyone. Sale starts 9:00 a.m. Wednesday, March 1st, and continues during library open hours through Friday, March 3rd, 3:00 p.m. Come to the atrium of the Library, and take your mind on Spring Break!

Contact: Gaby LeBeau
Website: http://library.usu.edu/
Time: Wednesday: 9am to Wednesday, Thursday & Friday,
Date: March 1st, 2nd & 3rd, 2017
Location: Merrill-Cazier Library
Utah State University
Logan, UT 84322
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VITA - Tax Assistance
With the help of IRS certified volunteers, come get your federal and state taxes done for free. Simply call 2-1-1 to schedule an appointment.

VITA, Volunteer Income Tax Assistance, is a program implemented through the statewide Earn It. Keep It. Save It. Coalition made up of local community partners. The coalition works to recruit IRS certified volunteers that provide free tax preparation services to low to moderate-income households (incomes below $51,000 in 2013).

Sites are available Monday - Thursday.

Contact: Jodi West - VITA Regional Coordinator
170 N. Main
Logan, UT 84321
Website: http://utahtaxhelp.org
Time: Mornings and Evenings (Scheduled appointments only) Monday-Thursday
9am-7pm Tuesday and Thursday
Location: BRAG (evenings) or DWS Logan (mornings)
170 N Main or 180 N 100 W
Logan, UT 84321
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10:00 AM SNC Parent Tot
For ages 2-3
Explore animals, plants, and nature with your toddler through music, crafts, and games. This is a parent interactive program, and toddlers must have a parent present to participate and explore along with their child.

Call or email for more information. Preregistration may be required.

Contact: Stokes Nature Center
Website: http://www.logannature.org
Time: 10AM-11AM 1st and 3rd Thursday of the month
Location: Stokes Nature Center
2696 East Hwy 89
Logan, UT 84321
Cost: $2.50 per kid (SNC members) or $3 (non-member)
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6:30 PM Jewish Responses to the Holocaust: From Spiritual and Religious Practices to Armed Resistance
The Religious Studies Program along with the Department of History at Utah State University present Dr. Emil Kerenji, Researcher in the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum, and his lecture "Jewish Responses to the Holocaust: From Spiritual and Religious Practices to Armed Resistance."

Dr. Kerenji will address the various ways in which Jewish peoples across Europe responded to widespread Anti-Semitism, the Nazi occupation, and genocide. The talk will be a 45 minute lecture, followed by a Q&A period, and will include photographs and other images from the Holocaust.

This lecture is open to both the University community and to the public.

Time: 6:30PM Thursday
Date: March 7, 2013
Location: Old Main 121
Utah State University
Logan, UT 84322
Cost: Free
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Friday, August 01, 2008

Pop Goes the Book!

It started as a blog...

Now it's a book! (with a blog about the book that came from the blog. You follow?)

A big congrats to (New Jersey's own) Sophie Brookover and Liz Burns on the publication of their new book, Pop Goes the Library!

To get all the juicy, poppy details, complete with links to great pix, back story on the book, links to the book wiki (yup, there's a book wiki too), point your browser to:

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Monday, March 26, 2012

March 26th- Blue Monday post

This week for the Blue Monday Meme at Smiling Sallys blog I have a new photo of Lily in a dress
her Momma tie dyed for her..isn't it cute?
She turned 1yrs old on March 3rd I can't believe it.

SmilingSally said...

What a little doll! I love your blues!

Happy Blue Monday, Joy.

GARAGE SALE GAL ~ Deb's Earthly Delights said...

She is just darling and what a cute dress!

~Lavender Dreamer~ said...

How sweet she is in that precious dress! Time sure flies...I remember when we were talking before she was born! WOW! She is adorable! Happy Birthday sweet girl!

John McElveen said...

Simply BLUEtiful!!!

LV said...

What a precious and pretty child. Just the right age to love and cuddle, if she will let you.

Annesphamily said...

Happy March birthday to a precious little child! Lily is a doll! Happy week to you!

Country Dreaming said...

What a cute dress! Can't believe she is one already!!!

Leah H. said...

Beautiful dress for a beautiful baby!

Visiting for Blue Monday-hope you can stop by:)

Nekky said...

She looks pretty cute and the tie-dyes dress is nice too. I used to make those in high school days.


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Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Hidden by Helen Frost

On a trip to the store, eight-year-old Wren was accidentally kidnapped during a car jacking. Six years later, the new girl in Wren's cabin at summer camp has a connection to that long-ago incident.

The tension between the girls is well-told: Each is scared and wary of the other, and both have spent six years wondering about and kind of hating the other, without really ever having met. The story's told in alternating chapters between Wren and Darra, and each girl has her own poetic form - Wren in short, visually creative stanzas, and Darra in longer free-verse, with another facet of the story constructed between the lines.

It's a great story - something I haven't seen a bunch of times before - and I was completely captivated by the girls' stories and connection. They're relate-able characters with honest feelings and complicated lives. The book brings up some interesting subjects: victimization, difficult family relationships, mixed emotions, and childhood trauma. But it's not a heavy story. The story zips along briskly, and Frost has made every word work its hardest in less than 150 pages.

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Bowers in Richmond!

The pregnant bellies were out in full force in Richmond last weekend. Yep, Katie Bower, her boys, and her bun-in-the-oven came for a whirlwind visit, so of course we had to squeeze in a bump shot while standing in the middle of a giant rock.

Katie even convinced the guys to get in on the action.

But of course the sweetest duo of the weekend was Clara and Will, who are probably starting to forget that they live eight hours away from each other considering that this is the third time in one calendar year that they’ve seen each other. #besties

The visit was short, but we told Katie & Jeremy that we’d make the most of whatever days they could spare out of Jeremy’s work schedule. So they arrived late Friday night and we got to hang out until early on Monday morning when they hit the road. The sad thing about waking up on Saturday, raring to go, was that it promptly rained all day. But the kids still had fun playing inside, helping to make a delicious pancake breakfast (in the real kitchen – although they logged a lot of quality time with Clara’s play kitchen) and we had some good meals at a couple of family-friendly places and checked out a local garden center (where the kids had some moon bounce fun).

And there might have been some ice cream at one point.

Aaaaand some donuts at another.

But our visit wasn’t all about food. Especially since the clouds cleared on Sunday for a perfect fall day, which meant that we could venture out to one of our favorite spots in Richmond: Belle Isle.

It’s a little spot in the middle of the river that’s connected by a suspended foot bridge, so it’s an awesome spot to catch a view of the city skyline – and do some kayak watching while you’re at it.

We usually go there for nice long walks, but we decided just to let the kids have fun out on the big exposed rocks that extend into the river. “Have fun” loosely translated into throwing rocks in the water. And man, Will can throw. Future baseball player status going on.

After lunch and getting the kids home for a nap, Katie and I walked to a couple of open houses in our neighborhood just because we’re nosy like that. How cute is this little playhouse nook that one of them had in their bonus room? The back wall was chalkboard paint and it was covered with kid doodles. Adorable.

But the visit was over before we knew it and by the crack of dawn on Monday morning the Bower 4 (and a half) were packed up and headed south again. But at least we’ll always have Belle Isle…

Oh and Katie and I were totally unproductive during this visit and completed neither a craft project nor a Pinterest Challenge announcement photo (or video) as planned. Forty eight hours goes by much faster than you’d think it would, especially with three kids running around and some morning sickness (mine) in the mix. So… next time!

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Life’s Fair

By now you probably know going to the State Fair of Virginia each fall is a family tradition of ours (here are pics from 2012 and 2011, which started off with a very similar picture – although Clara was willing to pose for it that time). This is one of those you-sit-in-a-fake-roller-coaster and take the picture shots – and then you turn it upside down to look like you’re really riding. I love that Sherry pulled her ponytail up to add to the illusion.

This year we went while Nonna was in town, so we ended up there on a crowded, cloudy Saturday afternoon instead of our usual weekday evening approach. It was a bit tougher to navigate and the sights weren’t quite as pretty, but a good time was still had by all.

Most of our time was actually spent riding rides this year, marking a slow transition away from the animal- and food-centric trips from before. So there was a spin on the imitation Dumbos and the Nemo-ish fish.

And rounding out our knock-off Disney trip, there was even a stop at the teacups. Which I was convinced Clara was going to hate (and tried to talk her out of, partly for my sake too) but we both ended up having a great, not-too-dizzy time.

Although my favorite ride moment was on the “Rockin’ Tug” which spun you around while it went back and forth. Clara dubbed the scary face behind the ride as a “shark” and everytime we passed it she excitedly screamed “Don’t get us shark!” No fear. All fun.

And of course there was another trip down the big slide together.

Clara finally got the joke of putting your face in these holes to make it look like that’s your body, so we stopped at just about every one we saw. Here she and Nonna are rocking American Gothic.

And she even went solo at the Sesame Street one (why an Ernie, but no Bert? Isn’t that against the law or something?)

We did take some time out to look at the animals and eat some food, but none of the stereotypical fried-on-a-stick variety. So no good photo ops there. Is anyone else hitting up the state fair these days? Or otherwise enjoying the fall weather?

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Wednesday, 17 October 2012

'do you know the quickest way to the Pier?'

As the recession bites deeper and the Tories bring in more rules to erode the freedom of the individual, it gets harder to write uplifting words.

This week I have been busy working in the co-op, when I am not at work, I am physically recovering from being at work! So, apologies, blogger, but I will try and recall the events that happened to me this week.

Someone asked me for Directions.  Yes, they did.  On the day when I was walking home after a little visit to Southend Radio Station....I nipped in there to 'play' with the presenters.  You can't call it work, sitting in a radio studio having a little comment on the news and making over their male radio presenter. It was fun and as I have always wanted to work in radio, I guess that was the pinnacle of my dream. The closest I am ever going to get to 'working' in radio.

Anyway, walking home, uphill, the journey home is always uphill, a man walked towards me, I knew he was speaking to me because I could see his lips moving.  He hadn't noticed my ipod. I removed an earpiece

'do you know the quickest way to the Pier?'  he asked, yes, I did know the quickest way to the pier, I wasn't sure what his rush was but I directed him anyway.

The Pier.  My first experience of being on the telly was in Southend and I was talking about the Pier.  Saturday Morning Swap Shop...1980 ish standing in Priory Park amongst the crowd, a researcher came among us and asked me what I know about the Pier.  So, up I went, into the boxing ring/bandstand type podium they had for swappers and I held up my Mum's heated rollers and swapped it for an embroidery kit.  She wasn't best pleased.  I did also have a little chat about how Southend Pier was the longest Pier in the World.

So, I have been reminded, that I always have a brush with media, but that is all it is. Nothing ever comes of it, my path is to help other people to find their paths. That is my Way.

Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.

Tamasin x

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Friday, July 26, 2013

Chocolate Cookies

Chocolate Cookies with White Chocolate Chips or Peanut Butter Chips

I made these cookies today.  For the cocoa I used some of the Valrhona 100% cacao.  This cocoa powder is said to be one of the best brands.  This is the first I have used the package we bought in Minneapolis this winter in cookies.  I wanted to know if we could tell the difference and if it was by chance worth the extra money.

It is a bit different in taste from the other cocoas I have used.  It is certainly good.  I am not sure my taste buds can tell the difference in a blind test.  My palate my not be refined enough to warrant the extra cost of this cocoa but I will buy it again.  It is not a must to have product. But nice to have in the cabinet.

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Millie said...

Excellent choice of chocolate Bec! I use the Dutch Droste cocoa, once used it's impossible to return to the pretty average local stuff.
M xx


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Salinas River State Beach, Monterey California

Salinas River State Beach combines perfect sands with the most unspoiled beach dunes on Monterey Bay. This hidden beach is well-loved by local nature fans.
Birders love it for the many species that congregate in the adjacent slough. Photographers love it for the sweeping views of Monterey Bay and breathtaking sunsets. Surf fishers love it for the frequently biting striped bass and surfperch.
To reach Salinas River State Beach, take Highway One to the Del Monte Blvd. exit just south of Moss Landing. Head west on Del Monte, which will soon become a dirt road. Follow the dirt road to the Salinas River State Beach and National Wildlife Refuge parking lot.

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Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Klitgården/Easter Weekend

It's remarkable how behind I am on posts for our blog! Sorry for the long absence; we were really busy with work throughout June, then we were out of town for two weeks (which will be another blog post, hopefully soon!). We spent one week of holiday just hanging out in Copenhagen, which was a lot more fun than I expected it to be! But now we are back at work and normal life, so it's time to get back to blogging.

Waaaay back in April, we spent the long Easter weekend at an artists' retreat in northern Jutland ('continental' Denmark, which connects to Germany in the south). On the northern most tip of Denmark, where the North Sea meets the Baltic Sea, is the town of Skagen. Skagen has been inhabited since the Middle Ages, and is now Denmark's primary fishing port. Many Copenhageners holiday in Skagen, and this includes the royalty! In the 1910s, King Christian X and his wife Queen Alexandrine liked Skagen so much that they built a summer house there, called Klitgården (pictured here). Klitgården translates to The Dune House. The house is right on the beach and is surrounded by sand dunes.
Here you can see photos of King Christian X and Queen Alexandrine, who spent many holidays (especially Easter, like us!) at Klitgården. The home was completed in 1914. It was kept in the royal family until 1995, when it was sold and turned into an artists' and scientists' retreat. Our university supports some of its employees to stay there, and we were fortunate enough to be approved to stay over the Easter holiday.
All of the furniture inside Klitgården is original, dating back to 1914. Here you can see a reading nook, complete with arts-and-crafts style chairs, bench, table, and book shelf. My Dad loves arts-and-crafts furniture and builds his own, so I was excited to take a lot of photos to send to him!
In the dining room you can find the 55 ornamental plates that were commissioned by the King and created by Harald Slott-Møller. Each plate is unique and has a design based around a zodiac sign, Danish coats of arms, traditional Danish costumes, or Danish market towns.
This room was the King and Queen's bedroom, which has been converted to a conference room. You can still find the original closet. The small table/stool in the middle was the bed-side table that held the chamber pot. It is now used for holding the projector!
There was some beautiful glass work in the stairwell, which created lovely colors inside at sunset.
I loved the doorframes in the house.
This is an example of a bed-side table that would have held a chamber pot. The tables are still in all of the rooms, but the chamber pots have since been removed. Thankfully, there is in-door plumbing throughout the house.

The scenery around the house is really beautiful. The sand dunes go on for miles and miles. We were able to take a nice walk around, though we were sure to watch out for sand snakes!
About 1.5 km/1 mile through the dunes from Klitgården is Den Tilsandede Kirke  (The Buried Church in English, or The Sand-Covered Church).
This 14th century church was gradually buried by the moving sand dunes, so that by the 18th century, the entrance had to be dug out before every service. In 1795 the church was abandoned and demolished except for this lone bell tower.
Bob was inspired by the Buried Church and painted a picture of it in our atelier (he used some brick dust to create the red color of the roof of the church's tower). So, the atelier... this is actually where we stayed and slept! Just outside of the building of Klitgården are three ateliers built into a sand dune. When Bob applied to stay there, he stated that he wanted to compose and paint during his visit. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to use the piano (the piano was in the living room of the house, and Bob was told that he couldn't play it as it might disturb the writers that were staying in the house). So Bob spent his time drawing, sketching, and painting with water colors. Bob has been keeping this up all summer and he's produced some really cool works! It was a bit odd at first to sleep on the cots in the atelier, but we soon got used to it.
The town of Skagen is really lovely. The town has attracted artists for hundreds of years due to the stormy waters, soft rolling sand dunes, and beautiful light that is unique to Skagen. Many famous Danish painters spent time in Skagen. The town hosts an impressive museum, many small artists' studios, and lots of public art. This sculpture was created to honor the long fishing history of Skagen. The sculptor used a fisherman from another town as the model, and this nearly created riots in Skagen! When the sculpture finally went it, it required a police escort to keep it from being vandalized. Ah, to live in a time when art aroused such emotions in people...
This is the point where the North Sea meets the Baltic Sea. On some days when the tides are strong, you can see a distinct line where the two seas come crashing into each other.
There were also a lot of WW2 German bunkers around the point. You might remember from our 2012 trip to Jutland that there are bunkers all along the entire western coast of Denmark. They can be a bit dangerous: collapsing structures, and even some unexploded mines and grenades! But this particular bunker acted as a hospital to the German soldiers. It's now open as a museum.

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Welcome! Lil' Country Librarian is a blog devoted to assisting elementary teacher-librarians and early childhood teachers/parents in finding resources quickly and inexpensively. You will find lesson plans, classroom tips, resource links and printables that will make teaching library easier and more meaningful for your students. I hope you enjoy your visit. Please come back soon!

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Huge Shout Out to Amy from Kute Klipboards by Amy!

I absolutely fell in love with the clipboard that How About Them Apples? is giving away in this post.
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So, I headed over to Kute Klipboards by Amy on Etsy. As if the clipboards weren't cute enough, I fell in love with the I {heart} teaching binder clips because they go tremendously well with our school colors and our new calendar planners the school provides. Who doesn't love matching accessories? :)

I sent a special request to have the words added upside down so the clips would read correctly when placed on our planners and Amy quickly said yes and had a reserved listing set up for me in no time! Amazing customer service! I ordered the clips this morning and Amy had them made this evening and they are ready to ship tomorrow (and the shipping was free, by the way). I am thrilled to be giving these as gifts to several co-workers at the beginning of the school year.
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Love what you see? Kute Klipboards by Amy will be offering free shipping with a minimum purchase to all Lil' Country Kindergarten blog readers who like her shop on Etsy or one of her items. Just mention my blog when you place an order. Amy is a former teacher and now a stay-at-home mom. She knows what teachers like!

{Disclaimer: I am not getting reimbursed for this post. I genuinely feel gracious that Amy is providing such great service, affordable gifts and a product that is customized to fit my needs. I'm just one happy customer!}

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  1. So glad you found her and liked her stuff...SUPER CUTE!


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Troopers Investigating Wednesday 422 Crash

VEHICLES DAMAGED, BUT OCCUPANTS ESCAPED – Pennsylvania State Police are investigating a motor vehicle accident (at top and below) that occurred Wednesday (Oct. 11, 2017) at about 10:49 a.m. on eastbound U.S. Route 422 near the South Lewis Road, Royersford, underpass. Royersford Fire Department responders said all occupants were out of their vehicles as first responders arrived on the scene. They were checked by a crew from Friendship Ambulance of Royersford, and one patient was transported to a local hospital for minor injuries, the department reported in a Facebook post. Responders cleared the scene and left about 45 minutes later.

Troopers Investigating Wednesday 422 Crash

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