Archive | May 2016

Fourth May Blog

Fourth May Blog.

Elastic Time.

Oh, the days pass so swift.
And it was ever so. Time was, ionce
When we waited, and the days
Went by so slowly in winter’s
Demure path. And again we hunger for speed,
Its lonely progression, snail- like
In its trail, January to
March, April drags too,
Until finally, warm May arrives.
Yet, she passes so fast,
Where soon, June opens her arms,
Lifts the sun, then disappoints.
But wait again, my friends,
She is the harbinger of half a year.
When her time has flown, and fly
It will, wv are slipping downward,
Falling toward winter, its pace a race
Furious, hell-bent towards
A year ending. Soon, anorher
Has slipped by, almost
Without our noticing..
Time’s elasticity
Working its ethereal
Mystery, descending our live
Into the pit of immutabk time.

Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. May, 2016.

Flowers stretch from beneath the earth, buds grow fat, bursting into full bloom. We revel in that beauty, their charm, colour, shape, perfume. Then, all too soon, the flower fades, grows dull, withers and dies. Some forever! Others to be renewed the folliwing year when the sun is in the same quadrant.

This is the elasticity of time, for it can often oall depend on your size. A worker bee is quite small and lives only a few weeks. Humans have a range of life soan. A parrot can live for 80 years. It can, but not necessarily does. Some large tortoises can live for nearly 200 years, some cells live only a few days. So who knows? Size or what?

‘Tis said that some trees live for centuries, yet, is it sentient? Some would say no. But others disagree. There is a mushroom which seems to be very old, though the main part is underground and the myshrooms that send spores far and wide, only appear e eryyear and do not seem to have ‘roots’. They actually belong to this ancient ring that spreads year after yeat via its root system below ground.

So, what you see is not always what it appears to be. Thereh are symbiotic systems in many parts of the world where seemingly unconnected events, cause and effect, if you will, in actual fact, are very helpful to several other sytems that do not appear to be connected. Underwater ‘grasses’, fed on by snails, nourished by the salmon tne bears leave behind in the woods, which rot and fall into the streams, nouruhing the ‘grasses, which feed the snails, which feed the fry. These things are happening all over, one way or another.

Have a great Holiday Weekend.

Take good care.



Look Through Any Window?

I always have a “Titter’ at Gail’s blogs!

jennie orbell

So, this is how it went . . .

Me. “Richard, could you look at this booking form that I’ve downloaded because to me it doesn’t make any kind of sense.”

Richard. “Where is it?”

I stayed calm.

“Here, on my laptop.”


Me. “All you have to do is scroll down – once.”

Him. “Do you mean scroll up?”

Me. “No . . . I mean scroll down.”

“Well, can you pass the laptop along the table?”

I slid said laptop along the table and watched as he peered at the screen . . . and peered at the screen. I propped my head up by the palm of my hand, elbow resting on the table and gave him time to evaluate. You see, to be perfectly honest, while Richard falls down in many areas, where ‘forms’ are concerned he is quite good. This is because I read the…

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Blanche, Duchess of Lancaster

More interesting takes of our heritage. I think John of Gaunt is well known in the land of ours. Evelyn (Hope I can get this blog out). Evelyn

History... the interesting bits!

240px-Marriage_of_blanche_of_lancster_and_john_of_gaunt_1359 The wedding of Blanche of Lancaster and John of Gaunt, painted by Horace Wright, 1914

Blanche of Lancaster is one of those ladies of history more famous because of her children and the antics of her husband. Blanche’s life was pitifully short, but her legacy would see the unravelling of peace in the fifteenth century, and the decades of civil war called the Wars of the Roses.

Blanche of Lancaster was born around 25th March 1345, at Bolingbroke Castle in Lincolnshire. She was the 2nd and youngest daughter of illustrious parents; Henry of Grosmont, Duke of Lancaster and Isabella de Beaumont. Henry of Grosmont was the grandson of Edmund Crouchback and a great-grandson of Henry III. Isabella was the daughter of Henry, 1st Baron de Beaumont and Earl of Buchan by right of his wife, Alice Comyn.

225px-Portrait_of_Henry,_Duke_of_Lancaster_-_William_Bruges's_Garter_Book_(c.1440-1450),_f.8_-_BL_Stowe_MS_594_(cropped) Henry of Grosmont, Duke of Lancaster

Blanche had only one sibling, her older…

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Third May Blog

Third May Blog

Time’s Reverse Chariot.

Where is the land
My heart desires?
Where is the place of my youth?
The passing of time
Brings a quiet reflection,
A temperate peaceful booth
Where I may sit
And dream for a while
Of things that used to be,
Of solitude, state and tempestuousness
In the land that once was me.
Remembering childhood
Games that were played,
In a time that hung still in the air.
No war-like thoughts distressed my soul,
It was as if I could not care.
Reflecting now
Upon far off idays,
I shudder at all I could know.
I wish them gone,
The ugliest of tiines
As my mind sinks back to long ago.
And yet I remember
The loves of those days,
My father and mother of old,
My brother and dog,
And schooltime friends
Sunlit days that have now grown so cold.

Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. May, 2016

The Past, Differen From Today.

I am not the first, and I sure won’t be the last, to look back upon those days when we were new in the world, and the world and its ways were new to us.

But of course, times were different then. A famous quotation from the book “The Go-Betwen, “The past is a foreign country, they do things differently there”. This is very true.

Just take even twenty years ago. No Internet, computers were basic green screen do-dads. I had already lost several members of my family and was about to lose a sibling and other members of my wider family.

But my past goes much further back than twenty years, way back. I was born just over a year before the outbreak of World War 2. Most people alive today will not remember those times. Even I do not remember a whole lot, being so young. Jyst snapshots really. (And that is another thing, cameras, and how different they are today). But I am digressing somewhat, unless someone comes from a modern wartorn country., they will know about bombs, gunshots, strife etc.

Not certsin, but i think people were made aware that a war, of sorts, was on the cards a little before war was declared, so perhsps people started to save canned and dried foods a little ( though I think they were sure that it was just rumours and that, after World War 1, rhere would not be another war). So, perhaps, saving goods did not happen so much at first, but it was not a whole length of time before foiod became short. Rationing was declared.

Food was pretty basic then here in the British Iskes ( being known as the UK came much later). No choice of meals like Indian, Chinese, Thai, even Italian, etc. How many people in work, in the UK today, have food shortage and rationing where everything ( including clothing) were purchased, not only with cash but with the handing over of the requisite amount of coupons)? If you did not have the coupons, you did not get your ration of butter, bacon ( if there was any), sugar, meat, etc.

Many foods came in on transport ships, which were iften bomberd, quite often. Their cargoes ending up, not on our plates, but on the ocean bed. No, they did not get flown in either. Aircraft were for war, not fior bringing bananas or sugar etc.

So you see, it was a ‘foreign country’ as far as today is concened. Totally different. So wonderful in the 1950s to be able to actually choose a piece of meat and not worry about coupons. I remember at school we were given a treat, courtesy of New Zealand. They sent boxed of apples to be distributed to schools, we each got an apple. Definitely a rare treat where previously, a shipload could be blown out of the water, now was able to sail to England with an apple crop, and not worry in case the ship sank and the crop lost.

Gradually things changed. There were other problems in the world that affected us, like Berlin, but not as much as WW2. By the time I got to go on my first holiday abroad, aeroplanes were taking passengers, and I went to Canada.. Some people startef to go on holiday abroad too. Life was better.

I do remember that at one point, where I was then working, a kind of computer. was brought in. A special little office within the office, was built to accommodate it and its user. It seemed like sonething magical to us who were using manual accountng methods at the time.

Then there were the Space Race oddities, wonderful events of their time. Moon walks and strange videos, ‘One small step for man etc.’, and we are still in the 1960s, fifty years in the past, oh what changes would oome!

The Internet has changed a lot of how we live our lives today. I am missing out quite a lot of the changes, changes that younget people today have no idea about.

Mind you, things go wrong, as I full well know. But, such is life!

Be careful out there in this big old world of ours. You never know whact will cone out of the woodwork and smack you in the backside!


Joanna of England, the Lionheart’s Little Sister

Parts of the English royal jigsaw puzzle seem to be coming together. This one is about a period a tad earlier than the previous blog. All flling into placr. Evelyn.

History... the interesting bits!

220px-Joanna_Plantagenet Joanna of England

Joanna of England was born in October 1165, the 7th child and youngest daughter of Henry II of England and Eleanor of Aquitaine. 10 years younger than her eldest brother, Henry the Young King, she was born at a time when their parents’ relationship was breaking down; her mother would eventually go to war against her husband, before being imprisoned by him for the last 16 years of Henry’s reign.

Born at Angers Castle in Anjou, Christmas 1165 was the first ever Christmas her parents spent apart; with Henry still in England dealing with a Welsh revolt, he wasn’t to meet his new daughter for several months. Although Joanna spent much of her childhood at her mother’s court in Poitiers, she and her younger brother, John, spent sometime at the magnificent Abbey of Fontevraud. Whilst there Joanna was educated in the skills needed to run a large…

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Joan of Bar: Abandoned Wife

More and more I am reading historucal fuctiin books where facts mingle and often I have either read or (as of right now) reading about certain historucl characters, in this case, not Joan but Edward 111, so it is all tying togethet nicely. Thank you Sharon.

History... the interesting bits!

128px-Bar_Arms.svg Arms of the County of Bar

You would think that a man who was given a king’s granddaughter as a wife would relish the glamour and connections such a bride brought. However, this was not always the case and nowhere is it more obvious than in the life and marriage of Joan of Bar.

Joan was the granddaughter of the mighty Edward I and his queen, Eleanor of Castile. Her mother was Eleanor, Edward and Eleanor’s eldest surviving child. Eleanor of England had been born in 1264 and was first married to Alfonso III, King of Aragon, by proxy on 15th August 1290 at Westminster Abbey.

However the groom died before the marriage could be consummated and Eleanor married again at Bristol on 20th September 1293, to Henry III, Count of Bar. Henry and Eleanor had at least 2 children together. Their son, Edward, and daughter, Joan, were born in…

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