Today’s date is 10 October 2018 – so 8/10/18 is a true palindrome.
Other palindromic dates are 8/11/18, 6/10/16, 5/10/15 and so on.
And that got me thinking of word palindromes. How about :
- Never odd or even
- A nut for a jar of tuna
- Was it a rat I saw?
- Senile felines
- Are we not drawn onward
- Was it a car or a cat I saw
- And of course – A man, a plan, a canal: Panama
What about people’s names
And you get the idea. I am sure you can come up with many more. But this was a good, easy way to spend a lovely sunny Monday afternoon, sitting in the sun. following my walk; with my laptop and of course, the ubiquitous cup of tea.
I found this on Pinterest. I hope I’m not impinging on anyone copyright.
It was with deep regret that today I learned of the death of Charles Aznavour. This is a singer who has travelled with me through life, always just singing the right song at the right time.
I remember the first time I actually saw him on stage. It was at The Royal Albert Hall in London in 1967. This was a special treat for me for my birthday. And then later in 1970, we saw him again at L’Olympia in Paris.
In 1970 he topped the singles chart in the UK for several weeks with his rendition of She, but I prefer the Frech version – click here to see and hear him sing in French.
But my favourite Aznavour song has always been and will remain Yesterday When I Was Young. I used his song as the basis for a post in March 2011 at the beginning of my blogging adventure. If you are interested, here’s the link.
What is not so well known is that Aznavour took an active part in his family’s efforts to hide Jews in Paris, risking their lives under the German occupation. In fact, he received a humanitarian award with his sister from Israel’s President Rivlin. At the award ceremony, he reportedly said, ‘We have so many things in common, the Jews and the Armenians, in misfortune, in happiness, in work, in music, in the arts and in the ease of learning different languages and becoming important people in the countries where they have been received.’
From its inception, Aznavour lent his name and his energy to the Aurora Humanitarian Initiative. This organisation was launched on behalf of the survivors of the Armenian Genocide and in gratitude to their saviours.In his memory, the Aurora Humanitarian Initiative will launch a new annual scholarship as part of the Gratitude Scholarship Program.
So Rest In Peace Maestro. You will be greatly missed by many.
I have enjoyed following Tara at Thin Spiral Notebook for several years.
She is a writer of fiction, an artist, photographer and so much more.
She is an inspiration. And I particularly like her 100 Word Challenge.
Each week Tara sets a challenge and this week’s challenge is –Using the idea of age for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied. If you’d like to play along click on the ink.
I haven’t done this for several months so here goes
Thinking back over a long and mostly happy life I say I have lived a blessed life.
Unfortunately, I have outlived my Dashing Young Scotsman and The Architect neither of whom got to be my age. And when younger people seem to be amazed that I am still enjoying myself at this vast age I tell them that I still have family and friends with whom to enjoy myself.
And I have a suitcase of memories to look back on and remember the highlights, and a couple of not so highlights. But I am glad I have reached this age.
“Your face is marked with lines of life, put there by love and laughter,
suffering and tears. It’s beautiful.”
Well, where have all the months gone since my last post? I must tell you that each week I say that I will start blogging again and each week passes without a blogpost.
So today is the first day of the rest of my life.
Yesterday when I opened this post from Elizabeth at Laughing Cow in France, it took me back two years to when I had that awful misadventure. I hastened to assure Elizabeth that life does go on after a major accident, even if at a lesser pace. Elizabeth then continued the next day with part two. It is well worth reading and reminds us how quickly life can change and how lucky we are to live in countries where medical assistance is readily available.
And my tale tells how very good our bodies are at healing themselves even if sometimes they need a little medical help. I hope that Elizabeth’s journey is not too hard for her to bear.
Another post I read today is from Nancy at Not Quite Old. In light of the Kavanaugh/Ford proceedings currently playing out in the media around the world, this blog post is very timely.
Most, if not all women will have been the subject of sexual abuse at some time in their lives. Trump asks why Kavanaugh’s accusers did not report the abuse at the time? We as women know why. So thank you, Nancy, for this post. It brings home to us just how vulnerable women and girls are to “rougher and meaner” men and boys. And of course, boys and young men are also vulnerable to these predators and have been equally reticent to seek justice, for where is justice if the perpetrators are men in high office, the church or company hierarchy?
I shall be following the proceedings of the Senate Committee Judicial hearing on Thursday.
“Justice will not be served until
those who are unaffected
are as outraged as those who are.”
So enough meandering for today. You have been warned – I shall be back.
When I read this post from Heaven Happens today, I was immediately transported back to the time I spent playing companion to that elderly lady in Sussex.
We lived in a very small village, some 6 miles from Chichester. There was no shop but there was a pub and a splendid 12th-century church, complete with Norman tower and a very interesting churchyard. To get to the church one had to traverse Church Lane, a small road with thatched roof cottages along either side. Really a chocolate box scene.
Foolishly, when I changed computers I omitted to save all the photos.
Surrounding our village was a number of other small and equally attractive villages. One was called Apuldram. This village was still a little removed and revels in its ancient history. Many of the houses date back to the 18th and 19th centuries and some even further back.
Dell Quay, Apuldram
The sea still plays a part in the lives of the inhabitants of the village. Once boats and the sea were means of livelihood for the people of Apuldram; now there are sailing boats and runabouts anchored in the basin at Dell Quay.
Here too, the church is the centre of this village and it is put to many uses other than holding services. Because of the number of those uses to which the church was now being put, an extension was needed and so the village people started to fundraise. One of the ways to do so was to hold a weekend Festival of Music and Flowers. I wrote at length about this in my early blogging days. If you would like to read that post -here’s a link.
So happy memories of time spent in England, visiting places old and new.
Special thanks to Heaven Happens for reminding me of this wonderful weekend, spent in the English countryside on an autumn weekend.
I have recently finished two great books, both by authors new to me.
The Third Rule is a gripping story of murder, deceit and absolute power. Shades of 1984 here.
The Woman in the Window is a captivating tale of a woman living as a recluse following a major accident. This is pure Hitchcock.
Why not go over to my other site, Booksandmorebooks. Maybe you would like one or both of them.
Just sitting here on a winter’s day thinking of all I could/should be doing and also about the things that appear to be way out of my control.
- How many homeless people are there in this land of plenty?
- How many children are hungry and ill-clothed for this weather?
- How many people are dealing with terminal illness?
- How many people are getting on with their lives with long, if not terminal illness?
And I realise that there is little I can do about these problems. But there is something I can do for one or two of those forced to beg on the streets, or forced to go to the Foodbank to be able to feed their family. I can give small amounts of money to a couple of these people and can add to the Foodbank collection at our grocery store when doing my shopping. Small things, but if we all do something the small things add up.
And I can continue to volunteer at the hospice in the hope that some small thing I do can make the end of somebody’s life a little easier.
So what can you do today?
This rant was brought on after being in town yesterday. I parked beside the Ronald McDonald House and saw distraught parents, I saw two homeless guys begging and the Foodbank collection pod at the supermarket.
Yesterday’s foray into town brought home to me just how lucky I am. I have a warm, safe home in which I live, I have food in the larder and money in my pocket and am not suffering from any major illness or disease. Fortunate indeed!
Everyone knows the beginning of the age of industrialization in England was not pleasant. As more and more factories grew, people who lived in the countryside chose or were forced to move into towns for better-paid work.
People looking for work crowded into cities, which then became cesspools of disease and pollution.
Matchstick making was incredibly popular in 19th century England, with hundreds of factories spread across the country. For 12 to 16 hours a day, workers dipped treated wood into a concoction of phosphorus before drying and cutting the sticks into matches. This was a particularly dirty job done mostly by women and children. It actually made them glow in the dark and it contributed to “phossy jaw” a disease as gross as it sounds – necrosis of the jaw bone caused by phosphorus poisoning.
I have been fascinated by the work of women and children in Victorian times, particularly in London as my ancestors lived in and around the sad streets of the east end. And today I found this in my mailbox – https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/#inbox/1643a78d02bc7494. It’s worth reading.
But in case you don’t have the time, Samantha Johnson’s Grandmother was one of the matchgirls who went on strike for better working conditions in July 1888. ” Ultimately, 1400 girls and women marched out of the factory, en masse, on that fateful day of 5th July 1888. ” Bryant and May, the employers, accepted all their demands and apparently, working conditions were greatly improved.
I wonder how many other unsung women heroes there are.
And apologies for being MIA for so long. I will try hard to do better.