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My favourite Hymn…

30 Dec

 

 

RossettiFrom a poem by Christina Rossetti…x

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The Hoopoe, Upupa Epops…Israel’s National bird and my favourite.

13 Aug

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My wordpress world…

20 Apr

My wordpress world...

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Psalm 51, for Harold xxx

29 Mar

The sweetest of song to escape from the Sistine Chapel…

The Choir of Claire College, Cambridge.

I had the joy of listening to a performance last year

at Douai Abbey, Woolhampton, Berkshire.

Sweet sweet tears…

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miserere_(Allegri)

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There Is A Green Hill Far Away – King’s College Choir, Cambridge.

29 Mar

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.

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KATABIM…a memory of Istanbul and childhood. Oh…those Turks!

26 Mar

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…

In a childish trance of joy!!!”

Olusegun Obasanjo at Emory University

9 Nov

My kindly host at Obasanjo Farm Otta, Easter 1985.
I am sorry I tried to chase you from the garden Sir…picking the capsicums close to dark…we had some good chopping and dancing EMAJO!
I always wonder how the Essells got on when they left the farm for Canada, Mrs Essell an Airforce  pilot?
Enjoyed my adventure to Otta ii. Palm Wine & juju where the stills once were. They brought me snakes and lizard, but I’d left for home. Yoha & Doc the dogs…and those giant pineapples growing on the dump. I wandered lost and found the cattle with the giant horns, and helped to kill to pigs in the Meat Processing so I could understand the task. I fear the snake skin slough I gathered from behind the house hedge was from a snake I’m glad I did not meet!

Beautiful Nigeria, wonderful warm people, may you flourish under that Hot sun x

What happen to my dear friend Pinto?