I usually avoid long drives and fast roads, but James needed a run to Kintbury for very special vintage Marine Radio…Murphy B40. Was a challenge, but successful trip, home just before dark, thunder, lightening & rain.
As I searched for the three mass graves of the victims of RMS Lusitania at the Old Cemetery, Queenstown, now Cobh, my hair stood on end and my body tingled.
I quickly realised I had just walked over the first mass grave site…a moment I shall never forget.
The choir of King’s College, Cambridge sing this lovely Easter hymn.
I remember this well from my childhood in Scotland.
“Mrs Cecil Frances Alexander wrote this hymn as she sat up one night with her seriously sick daughter. Many times, traveling to town to shop, she had passed a small grassy mound, just outside the old city wall of Derry, Ireland. It always made her think of Calvary, and it came to mind as she wrote this hymn.”
There Is a Green Hill Far Away.
Music by William Horsley.
There is a green hill far away, without a city wall, where our dear Lord was crucified who died to save us all.
We may not know, we cannot tell, what pains he had to bear, but we believe it was for us he hung and suffered there.
He died that we might be forgiven, he died to make us good, that we might go at last to heaven, saved by his precious blood.
There was no other good enough to pay the price of sin, he only could unlock the gate of heaven and let us in.
O dearly, dearly has he loved! And we must love him too, and trust in his redeeming blood, and try his works to do.
Üsküdar’a gider iken aldı da bir yağmur Kâtibimin setresi uzun, eteği çamur Kâtip uykudan uyanmış, gözleri mahmur Kâtip benim, ben kâtibin, el ne karışır? Kâtibime kolalı da gömlek ne güzel yaraşır
Üsküdar’a gider iken bir mendil buldum Mendilimin içine lokum doldurdum Ben yarimi arar iken yanımda buldum Kâtip benim, ben kâtibin, el ne karışır? Kâtibime kolalı da gömlek ne güzel yaraşır
When going to Üsküdar, it began to rain
long is the coat of my scribe, its sleeves get muddy.
The scribe woke up, his eyes are still sleepy.
I am of my scribe and my scribe is mine, it’s nobody’s business.
How well the stiff shirt collar suits my scribe!
When going to Üsküdar, I found a kerchief
I filled it with lokum (Turkish sweet)
When looking for my helper, I found him on my side.
I am of my scribe and my scribe is mine, it’s nobody’s business.
How well the stiff shirt collar suits my scribe!
“This is the tune that drove us CRAZY as little children…
We went and discovered its source, sang what we remembered, then, identified…danced & danced as the Istanbul restaurant’s musicians played for us…
I salvaged this Crabtree & Evelyn oily body spray from my dear departed Mother’s things, and am enchanted…Today I ordered a room spray from CRABTREE & EVELYN’s web site, free postage for Saint Valentine’s Day…the day I was Christened in Glasgow Cathedral 1960.
My dear sister bought me their Evelyn Rose hand & body cream and it is intoxicating…
Oh how I adore this poem by Stevie Smith.
Sing to the tune of Greensleeves & feel the fun & joy…Here is the great master Stéphane Grappelli on his violin, to add to your pleasure…
I remember her standing in our hall at Oak Bank…her hair middle parted and twisted behind; Tartan shawl with new born babe enclosed snugly warm.
She was Mrs McPhee of Scottish Tinker stock, a regular visitor with Black Tent beyond Fort Road Kilcreggan and always came to see my mother.
Oh to hear from Mr McPhee of Glasgow, now in his 50’s, who wrote a Blog and a wonderful poem about his dear departed mother…was that She & He?
One of my earliest memories as a child. Said Mr McPhee is blind now, so perhaps I will never hear back from my little request on his blog…I am intrigued.
I salvaged this Crabtree & Evelyn oily body spray from my dear departed Mother’s things, and am enchanted…Today I ordered a room spray from CRABTREE & EVELYN’s web site, free postage for Saint Valentine’s Day…the day I was Christened in Glasgow Cathedral 1960.
abelmoir 
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