General Chat

We may not always understand why we were put on this earth
Nevertheless, there is a reason and answer for everything
As time flutters on
You will understand your reason
And your destiny on earth

Learn from yesterday, Live for today, Hope for tomorrow Anon

Kandj

I rather like that I can imagine it being in Cross stitch and framed as Present.

. One's first step in wisdom is to question everything - and one's last is to come to terms with everything. - George C. Lichtenberg

~

No question is so difficult to answer as that to which the answer is obvious. - George Bernard Shaw

GBS was in my opinion very observent when choosing his words, This is the only GCL quote that I know.

B

Coincidentally I watched the programme on bbc2 last evening about the Rhine and Julia B. showed where the Lorelei rock is and spoke about the story of the girl with the golden hair.
Fascinating programme, I once got a job on a Ship on the Rhine, about 1972/3, working as a waitress with a friend of mine but then we got letters saying the river level was low that year so our boat couldn't be used and we didn't have jobs after all! I was so disappointed, so it will be good to watch the series and see where I might have travelled. I did visit Germany on my first foreign holiday with a girlfriend when I was around 17. Still have happy memories of that time.

LIzx

I remember living near/ being at school with a girl called Lorelei and my father passing the remark at the time why would anyone call their daughter by that name. It is supposed to be the name of a siren who lured sailors towards the rock but now you have said that it is about a girl with golden hair perhaps thats what they had in mind. -jle

Going Home lyrics

Going home, going home
I'm just going home
Quiet light, some still day
I'm just going home
It's not far, just close by
Through an open door
Work all done, care laid by
Going to fear no more
Mother's there expecting me
Father's waiting, too
Lots of folk gathered there
All the friends I knew
All the friends I knew
I'm going home
Nothing's lost, all's gain
No more fret nor pain
No more stumbling on the way
No more longing for the day
Going to roam no more
Morning star lights the way
Restless dream all done
Shadows gone, break of day
Real life begun
There's no break, there's no end
Just a living on
Wide awake with a smile
Going on and on

Going home, going home
I'm just going home
It's not far, just close by
Through an open door
I am going home
I'm just going home
Going home, going home

I can remember this being sung Does anyone else recall this song/poetry ?

Lizx I also had my first holiday abroad in germany when I was 16 years old, I went with a school friend named Hazel Leacock and stayin a very small village but decided to visit Berlin and told the people we we staying with that Hazel had another family connection in Berlin and we were going to see them!! If only the new the truth!

Isn't the net brilliant.. I thought of a Hov*s bread advert but couldn't remember the piece of music thought it was Dvorak.-jle


"It has been claimed that the theme from the Largo was adapted into a spiritual-like song "Goin' Home", by composer Harry Burleigh, whom Dvorák met during his American sojourn, and lyricist William Arms Fisher, but the song was actually written by Fisher and based on Dvorák's Largo theme. Richard Taruskin, however, states that it is unknown whether or not there already existed a spiritual that was used by Dvorák. What is known for sure, however, is that the tune since became one or was popularised as a result."[

Well I Never, what a coincidence
Husban arrived her today very unexpected, he was going straight tonorfolk from Dover but decided to come and see me, will go to Attleborough tomorrow instead, I had just taken the rubbish to the bins and as I cam out of sai shed there was OH walking towards me...I fellt about 16 again...
He is very tired now and we just went to the laoac Pob, The Robert de Mortain, which is very nice inside now that it has been refurbished and we are both very tired. Oh because of the long drive and me because of all the cleaning, sorting etc

So will not be back on here until tomorrow late afternoon,

Bye for now

Bridget

Bridget, how lovely that your husband surprised you, have a safe trip to Attleborough today, you won't be far from me here in Norwich.

Lizx

Janet, the words of the song are on page 2 of this thread and the translation, yes she was supposedly a siren luring sailors to the rock but was very beautiful so a lovely name for a daughter especially if they had connections with the area, or German heritage or something.

Lizx

How about this one:

Every position must be held to the last man: there
must be no retirement. With our backs to the wall, and
believing in the justice of our cause, each one of us
must fight on to the end.

Order to British Troops, 12th April. 1918.

or this?

'Do you pray for the Senators, Dr Hale?' 'No, I look
at the Senators, and pray for the Country.'

Edward Everett Hale 1822-1909.

Know the feeling!!!!

To everyone on here thank you for all your responses.
I will not be around for about 10 days. tomorrow the telephone and the Internet conection will be cut off because I leave onTuesday for the Journey home. As you may know from Bridgets Daily Diary this is a time I have loged for through the last few months and at last it is here. we leave the UK and drive fiirst to Amsterdam to see OHs eledest son his wife and there 1 year old daughter and we are giving them our second car as it will be more useful to them than to us. the only bit I am worried about id driving from the Hook of Holland to sons house. Then we move on to our home in Spain which is a long drive so we will stay one night in a standard hotel on the way and so with a littel bit of luck we should be home on Tusday of next week,

I am very pleased that this day has arrived and if I do get a chance to get on the net I will have a peep on here and I will be asking friends and family for their favs re poems and sayings and will add them sometime next week.

Have a good week everyone and let us see what supporters you all are

bless you all

B




Thank you for being the heart of my life,
Harboring me in the arms of your love,
Anchoring me in the rock of your faith,
Needing me, that I not be in vain,
Knowing me well, yet loving me still.
You are the island I've found in my sea,
Ocean I dwell in and deep where I dive,
Unfailing heaven and passionate earth.

Thoughts of Home.

I left behind the old home town
With its flowered "Village Green "
The boats in the bay I left to play
t life in a different scene

Yet whenever I might sail on the sea
Or climb a wearying hill
see stars in the sky in mid July
Or a springtime daffodil
Nod on a breeze which russels the leaves
Of a tree grown great and gnarly
When I pass a farmers market stall
Or fields of wheat and barley
When I hear the peal of tower bells
Or children laughing clearly.
When the sun shines down on another town
Then I know I miss it dearly.


But would I trade the sights I see
The people and the places
To live again in that little town
Full of familar faces ?
I cannot say I should or Would
And yet I do believe
That if I did go back again
I'd surely never leave.

by Elspeth Miles.

Rita

Rita
what a delightful poem. Did Elspeth miles any other poems? As of tomorrow I will not be on the internet but will be looking when I fanllly get home sometime next week

Take care

bridget

There must be something about the name Lorelei !
I watched a recording I made about Michael Barrymore going back to a replica of his childhood home and it showed him meeting people from his past.
One was a young woman, I believe a dancer, who was called Lorelei!
Now I have had that recording for several weeks so strange I should watch it last night and hear the name again.

It was quite a moving programme, Michael has aged a lot and seems finally to have found a little acceptance of himself.
I enjoyed the other programmes showing Boy George and Sanjeev Baskar at their old homes.

Lizx

Hi Bidget

she did write other poems, but that one stood out in my mind, I use to have a book called" This England "this was in the 80's and it was all stories and views on and around england among the stories and views people wrote poems and verse..
I wrote a few down and when I saw your thread I got them out.
I am glad you liked the words I thought they were beautiful.
Rita

"Warning: When I am Old, I Will Wear Purple":

written by Jenny Joseph........... I really like this one.

When I am an old woman
I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn't go
and doesn't suit me.
and I shall spend my pension
on brandy and Summer gloves and satin sandals,
and say we have no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops
and press alarm bells
and run with a stick along public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick flowers from other people's gardens
and learn to spit!
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages in one go
or only bread and pickles for a week,
and hoard pens and pencils
and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,
and pay our rent
and not swear in the street,
and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner
and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little more now
so people who know me
are not too shocked and surprised
when suddenly I am old,
And start to wear purple.

Hello SpanishEyes
Are your Going Home Lyrics sung by Ronan Tynan?
and is this the tune to the "Hovis" ad?
what lovely poignant words. I think that my friend is considering having these read out at her husbands funeral.....
so appropriate I think.

Yes kandj - I have seen that poem a few times and it really does 'hit the spot' I haven't actually done what it suggests..........yet.....apart from I do seem to have quite a bit of purple in my wardrobe ...and I do have a red hat...and after whisky I do like a bit of brandy.......................well its a start...jle

Lol I wear quite a lot of purple, well with my name what else could I wear?

I did once knit myself a red beret, but the Norwich Market boys put me off it, kept asking if the saying was true? Red hat, no drawers lol

Lizx