Yvonne's Jottings

Sunday Evening, Candlemas Service

2012-01-29T19:44:00.002Z

Such peace enveloped me when I entered the church this evening for this delightful event. An unbelievably beautiful service.

As I sat there also in the peace and quiet I again took note of the monument on the left hand wall erected in memory of the Paramour Family. When we lived in Eastry, we owned a house that had its roots in centuries past. The foundations etc, went back further than the 15th century. This house had history that I researched and I found that the Paramour family onced owned this home.
Some coincidence I thought, what say you?

Father Jim was there and I had the pleasure of shaking his hand as he had honoured me by commenting on this blog being very pleasing indeed.

Once again, as always the service was conducted by our Rev. Canon Bob Coles in his most unique and pleasurable fashion.

Yvonne

My weekend so far.

2012-01-29T11:53:00.002Z

Brilliant evening at our village Hall, Charity Dance in aid of Blood Pressure Personal monitors at our surgery. At present time only two in our surgery and sometimes someone might have to wait until one is not in use. The evening was fantastic, just like a large family party.

This morning, at Church such a pleasant and moving service conducted by our Rev. Canon Bob Coles. Meeting my pals there, and enjoying refreshments after the service, having a chat, just great.

Now taking family out to lunch, 8 children and 8 adults. One half of the family. The other half we are taking out on Tuesday next, both these events to celebrate Bassil and I meeting on St. Valentine's Day in 1954. 58 years ago. We were engaged two months later, and married on 19th March, 1955, 57 years now. I am very fortunate I know.

Bye for now, Yvonne

Thankyou Father Jim

2012-01-27T15:22:00.001Z

It was good to see your comment Father Jim, do keep clicking in, perhaps take a look at my previous works. click onto my name at top of home page, and ths takes you back to my earlier work.

Yvonne

The second picture

2012-01-27T09:47:00.002Z

Hoorah, Success

Yvonne

A visit from Lemn Sissay the Poet

2012-01-27T09:38:00.005Z

At the Abbey in our village and at the Turner Centre, I was honoured to be invited to hear Lemn's new poem about our village and the local areas around us.
It was a great night at the famous turner Centre. To see the paintings also amazing.

The poem was projected onto the walls of the Centre, amazing. The second photo is of Danny, Marion and Teresa, my pals invited also to this most unusual event.

Yvonne (I am having to leave this update and upload the second photo separately) These computers have a mind of their own.)

How about this? !!

2012-01-25T09:28:00.004Z

Bas says this looks like a submarine spying on us from the North Sea off the Herne Bay coast.

In fact, I am sure you realise it is the remains of the pier that once jutted out from Herne Bay. It was such a delightful sight and to walk along was just brilliant.

The pier was destroyed by the storms in 1978.

Yvonne

Hope you like these words

2012-01-24T14:54:00.002Z

Dear family,
On St. Valentine's Day l954 this handsome guy named Bassil Ramon Chapman met this little rather shy girl named Yvonne Marjorie Sparkes. They fell in love almost instantly standing by a juke box in an amusement place along Margate sea front.
No words were spoken but that night at what was known as The Sunday Social at the winter Gardens, Margate, they met again, and Bassil asked Yvonne if he could walk her home. That was that. Two months later they were engaged. Married the following March 1955.
Now on St. Valentine's day 2012 they will celebrate 58 years from the day they met and on the 19th March 57 years of marriage.
Their two darling children Tony - was born 7th May 1956, and their beautiful daughter, Lesley-Anne. was born on the 29th June 1958.
When my mother was in hospital, sadly she knew she was dying, she arranged for a picture to be framed with our pictures and the words, For the 40th anniversary of the day we met, and with love for ever Mother). My dear mother, your Nan, handed me this from her hospital bed, from which she sadly died . This is 18 years ago now. She told me she knew where she was going and had seen Jesus and would be on the brightest star looking down on all her beloved family. I have this picture on my lounge wall, and it is my most proudest possession.
I thought you might all like to read these words, I know I most probably have told you many times, but thought I would speak again of this as this young handsome man and rather shy little girl are still very happy and very much in love.
Yvonne (grandma - ma)

Guess who I am speaking about.

Visited Canterbury this morning,picture of me having delicious coffee and Bakewell tart in my favourite cafe - Pre-a-Manger -

Another interesting afternoon

2012-01-22T18:30:00.002Z

A interesting walk down memory lane for me this afternoon. With the Church folk we walked on the top of Herne Bay cliffs, East direction and then retraced our route along the lower promenade. The wind was very strong and cold, but we had a great walk with very pleasant company indeed. Our friendly Rev. Canon Bob Coles included. I say down memory lane for when my children were young we had a beach hut in the rock face on east cliff. Now a wall built along there. We had many happy years there, and my memories were happy ones.

Yvonne

A most interesting afternoon.

2012-01-21T18:41:00.006Z

This afternoon I attented the Celebration of a New Ministry at St. Nicholas Church.
Thanet.

St. Nicholas is a beautiful ancient Church, part of the Wantsum Group of Parishes, which include, Minster, Monkton, St. Nicholas-at-Wade, Sarre and Chislet.

The Reverend Canon Dr. James Rosenthal from America was licensed by the Right Rev. Trevor Willmot, Bishop in Canterbury and Bishop of Dover. It was a most moving service and this new Priest from America seems quite a guy with a great sense of humour.
The ladies in their usual style made hundreds and hundreds of different cakes and pastries for refreshment after the service. All so delicious and tasty.

Thought you'd be interested to read these lines.

Yvonne

Trip to Ramsgate

2012-01-20T15:23:00.003Z

Hi there, I took the ten past nine bus this morning to Ramsgate, have to pay £1,70p because it is before 9.30a.m. and the senior person bus pass does not work before 9.30a.m. No matter, cannot grumble, I had some business to attend to.

On way as we passed in the distance the little cottage where we used to live, I took note of the window where I used to sit and write and look across to where the bus route and the countryside.

These are the words I wrote sometime ago.

The Window - Saturday 6p.m.

As I walked between the tall Cattle Bean crops.
For a while from my strolling I stopped.
Across the countryside I could see.
A cottage with white painted walls, easily.
In the walls of this cottage a window I saw.
From which I used to look across the land, this I adored.
My desk was situated by this windowpane of glass.
I wrote many lines sitting there, in days gone past.
I carried on walking up the hill known as Way.
From the top I saw the white cliffs of France, clear as day.
From where I stood the sun was shining brightly on the white cliffs of chalk.
I said out loud, “how lovely", to myself I did talk.

I am told my work is a reflection of me.
I think I will list all my work like in a library.
Perhaps one day, a publisher will say.
I will publish your work Yvonne, and “thankyou”, I’ll say.

Yvonne

Some of my little books are in our Minster village library and neighbourhood centre, I am rather proud about this.

My Canterbury Trip

2012-01-19T16:05:00.005Z

Firstly my view of the beautiful white flowers, on way to bus stop.

Then on the journey I saw again two Little white Egrets, one each side of the narrow road at Ickham on the dykes.

In the Cathedral I sat in the Crypt for a while after lighting candles in memory of my dear late mother and brother. I just love sitting in this peaceful place, thinking about all my loved ones that have passed on, and also of departed pals.
I went to my favourite coffee shop Pre-a-Manger, where I love to sit and partake in a mug of tea and a bakewell tart. Delicious.
I then walked to St. Dunstan's Church at the Westgate tower end of the city, where Henry II paid his penance for uttering the well known words, "will someone rid me of this turbelent priest", meaning Saint Thomas Beckett. Of course we know his knights murdered Thomas in the cathedral having rode from Saltwood Castle to perform the deed. It is said ~Henry crawled on his kness from St. Dunstan's Church to the Cathedral gates, along the stretch known as The King's Mile, the lane that lies parallel with the main street of shops.

Yvonne

Some delightful words for me

2012-01-17T16:27:00.000Z

1985-2006
My Bedside Table Book
My work has brought me some very pleasing remarks like for instance :-
Your book brings a smile, a laugh and a tear.
I always have your books on my bedside table, and read before retiring.
If I feel a little down, I get out your books and I always read and feel better.
My bedtime reading - people say.
Many other such comments, I have received.
Your words make one feel grateful for things we have and that others do not possess.
You are my window on the world, Yvonne, never forget it.
Your writings are inspirational.

I am grateful for these comments.

Yvonne

Springtime in Minster

2012-01-17T15:26:00.001Z

MINSTER

Our Minster has everything, this I see with my eyes.
From every point of the compass, beauty lies.
From the track known as “Way”, you can see the way the train makes its way like a silver snake through the countryside.
I have used the word “way”, three times, and for this I do not apologise.
From the top of our hill, five churches and a cathedral can be viewed.
Sandwich, Woodnesborough, Minster, Ash, Monkton and Canterbury City.
These facts I felt the need to include here in this ditty.
Elderflowers hanging like white lacy baskets from the branches I see.
Also tiny green fruits amongst the unusual green leaves on the lovely old Fig trees.
These trees take my mind’s eye flying back to Roman times.
The Fort not far away, and I stand now, where foundations of a Roman Villa lay.
If I close my eyes, I can imagine I might meet a Roman person coming down the street.
I would say “Buono Giorno””, or “Ciao”.
Translating as “Good morning” or “Bye bye”.
I have seen flowers of every colour of the rainbow, wherever, whichever route I take.
Scenes so delight for my aging brown eyes make.
Californian Poppies of orange/gold and our red Poppies in the fields, wild Roses of pink and white, and many other flowers, pretty colours yield.
The gardens everywhere are so well tended, trees, shrubs and flower beds, never ended.
Birds splashed with every colour you can imagine, flit around.
Red, blue, pink, green, white, yellow, black and brown.
Therefore, I repeat my words and say, wherever I go, all this beauty for me on show.

Yvonne

Warm welcome back

2012-01-15T11:48:00.003Z

At Church this morning, St. Mary-the-Virgin, Minster, I received a lovely warm welcome back from my pals.

I am so fortunate to have friends all across the world.

Yvonne

With memories never to be forgotten

2012-01-14T20:19:00.002Z

Watching this afternoon the film The Dambusters, a war film which should be seen by all, I thought of the young braves lying in our cemetry who lost their lives in the first world war. I never walk to the top of our village hill without saying a thankyou to these lads. The Dambusters brought thoughts to my heart and head of the millions of people of all ages who lost their lives all because of one single man Hitler. Unbelievable isn't it?

(I would like to add, my own grandfather was gassed in France, as was Gunner Knott – when he returned his life was impaired by this, and he was never a well man – these brave souls never ever received any compensation for their disabilities) - however he always said after doing what he did, drive a mule and cart to the trenches to collect the dead bodies, he only thank the Lord he was able to return to his wife and family.)
Yvonne – February 2008

THE YOUNG BRAVES

When I reach the top of Tothill, in our village of Minster, I always say “hello” to a lot of young men. They do not reply, but they would if they could, they all only had short lives, too young they died.
I will list their names at the end of these lines, the gravestones stand silently and in this head of mine.
I imagine the fear in their young brave hearts, knowing there was a strong possibility from this world they would depart. Try to see their faces, I bet they were handsome chaps, I imagine their family’s sadness when they did not come back. Every village and town has a place where memories like this lie, why oh! why, do we have to have war, when young men like this die.
The years of these tragedies were 1916-1918, and things have not changed since then, we are still losing, in war, world-wide, such brave men. I could quite believe the number of names I read etched on the stones, of course none of these men to me were known. Yet as I stood there reading the names, I felt a sense of gratitude somehow, all the souls of these young men, thanking me for not forgetting them now. The wind blew about me up there on the hill, everywhere I looked was so peaceful and still. I am
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not quite sure if all these men did in Minster reside, all I know they are buried here, and that fighting to save us all, they died. Around fifty names I have read, and I would like to name them all here, on one gravestone I read the following words, written clear.

Flight Sub-Lt. George Harrison Heriott, age 20, killed whilst flying off Westgate – Nov 6th 1918.
I feel if I don’t list them all, I would not be painting the true and realistic scene, so here I go, it shall be so:-
G. Fizpatrick aged 20, Royal Engineers, 14/11/1918 J. Douglas – Sapper – 14/11/1918 T. Balmer – 3/11/1918, L. Andrews, aged 19, Machine Gun Corps – 12/9/1918. E.J. Key – royal engineers – 19/12/1918, A. Audus – aged 27, E.C.Dennis, E.W. Spear, J. Stanley, T. Fowler, W. Howel, C. Anderson, Sapper C Riggin //17/1918. F. Sewell 20/10/1918, J. Overthrow – 23/9/1918, A. Williams 11/7/1918, T. Collinson 18/6/1918, K. Murray, Royal Artillery – Hasbridge aged 22 – LLB Guns, Royal Engineers J.H.Willets – aged 22 – 31/7/1918, W.J.Short, aged 23 – 2/10/1917, J. Whiteside aged 22, T. Owens, aged 28, T.R. Cattell 14/12/1918, J. Jewitt aged 26, Sapper J.T.Jones, A. King, Royal Engineers – 10/3/1918, Doug Whittier aged 24, r.N.Air Service 20/7/1916. J. Goble – G. Hall 25/12/1916 (Christmas Day) – M. Grist 21/2/1917, Sapper Trottman aged 28 24/12/1916 (Christmas Eve), J. Dickson, Sapper J.A. James, Flight Sub-Lt. R.N.A. Service aged 21 – 3/11/1917. P. Taylor aged 33 – 25/6/1918, Sapper E.W.Spear 12/7/1918, Sapper J.H.Stanley 27/7/1918, Sapper I.C.Combellack 3/2/1919, Sapper G.Wood 20/1/1918, Sapper J. Johnston 4/7/1918, S.J.Pitcher Sergent. F. Isaacs, aged 36, 3/12/1918, Peter Stack Sapper aged 25 -3/2/1917, P. Cogan Sapper – 17/12/1916, Sapper J.M.C.Donnell 6/12/1916, Royal field Artillery B.O’Rouke 23/9/1916, Sapper H. Sharpe 21/11/1918, H.M.C. Garry 27/7/1918, Sapper, J.J.McCarthy Sapper 31/10/1918m J.M.Roberts Sapper 4/2/1919, J.J.Coates Sapper 1/10/1918, E.A.Whalley Sapper 29/5/1918, J. Healy Pioneer 27/3/1918, Sapper T. Mahoney, J. Lee 22/8/1917, Sapper Pioneer Corbett 12/7/1017, H. Jamison Sapper 12/3/1917, H. Jamison 21/1/1917, J. Monoghan Sapper – 4/2/1917.

Yvonne (now 2012 - please God we never have another war affecting Europe as a whole or world wide)

Many thanks

2012-01-14T13:15:00.000Z

I will certainly take your advice.

many thanks

Yvonne

Please, write comment those who read my lines

2012-01-14T12:12:00.002Z

I have been approached to have my blog and website turned into a book. The cost is £550. I have been told by publisher the book would sell well. Any comments from my readers would be helpful to me.

Yvonne

The Greater Spotted Woodpecker

2012-01-13T19:51:00.003Z

Whilst I was waiting for the 9.10a.m. No. 42 bus for Ramsgate at the Abbey Bus Stop, I watched this bird pecking at a tall trunk of tree in Abbey Garden. I heard the knocking first and then looked up and there he was working very hard. It was a delightful sight to have to look at whilst awaiting the bus.

Yvonne

Words for one's family

2012-01-13T12:17:00.000Z

For members of one's family.
I was not quite sure what to write in here. I just want to know, we'll always be near.
In thought, in word, in deed in heart. Wherever we are, we'll not be far apart.
A daughter
To have a daughter to cherish and love, is a Heaven sent pleasure.
To have a daughter love you in return.
Is a wonderful treasure that cannot be measured.

A Son
A mother's love for her son is a special thing. A mother's love for her son, tenderness rings. A mother's love for her son, lasts for ever. A mother's love for her son, ceases never.

Yvonne (mother, grandmother, great grandmother)

Hello

2012-01-13T12:14:00.002Z

Home safe and sound - good to be back in our delightful village. Everyone so welcoming.

Nice weather too.

Bye for now, Yvonne

last day here in Furteventura

2012-01-10T10:39:00.003Z

Home tomorrow, flight around lp.m. Home around 7p.m. - Been great time, and in spite of Bassil's fall, holiday not been spoilt. Everyone been so attentive and the hospital very satisfactory. arm almost back to normal today after three hourly during day ice pack on bruises.

Bye for now, Yvonne

More snippets of interest for you

2012-01-09T14:44:00.000Z

Snippets of Interest.
– some researched notes:-

On the Stone Street out of Canterbury, towards Hythe, there was a restaurant named “Slippery Sams” .
I am not sure if it is still a restaurant, but I expect the old building will still be there.
Around twenty years ago, we used to dine there with friends, and in this lovely period building, there was an Inglenook Fireplace, with an enormous chimney.
The name Slippery Sams, came about, so the story goes, that a Highwayman, named Sam, was being chased by the law, and he covered himself in grease, and climbed up the chimney and was able to escape.
This of course led to the famous name “Slippery Sams”.

The following subject interests me a great deal, and I am sure it will be of interest to you too.

The white Horse badge of Kent, it is said came about because when Hengist and Horsa (Jutes), landed at Ebbsfleet in AD 449, they held a banner high, depicting a rampant white horse, which as we all know now is the Kent emblem, and used for the Kent Cricket Team.

Another interesting point too, I have found out, the Invicta word, our motto of Kent, means Unconquered – referring to the time when Kentish Men and the Men of Kent met William the Conqueror and demanded continuation of ancient rights.

History seems to have followed me around, many interesting facts I have found.
It seems Durlock is hallowed ground.
St. Augustine landed at Pegwell Bay.
Baptised his first two converts at Durlock Dyke.
Perhaps this is just hearsay.
I am fascinated by the history of our home.
I am not sure if these facts are generally known.
St. Mildren lies beneath the Abbey grass.
I think on this when the Abbey gates I pass.

Yvonne

Read these words, they are very meaningful.

2012-01-08T23:23:00.001Z

TO TAKE FOR GRANTED

A message for whoever fits the bill or for who-ever the cap fits.

Have you ever thought how easy it is to take things for granted.
Like mum’s clean linen and a meal on the table.
Just imagine, if you were not able – to say
“lend me a fiver dad, ‘til next pay day”
Again dwell on the possibility you were out in the world alone,
that you had to decide and undergo everything on your own.
No mother to cuddle, or dad to cheek.
Imagine, if, to you, your mother would not speak.
Not just for a day, week, month or year.
But for always since you were sixteen, not want you near.
I bet in most eyes there would form a tear.
I believe in many hearts, one would feel fear.
Think what it would be like if you were not living at home, perhaps studying or at work.
You could not phone home and say to mum, “can I come home to stay, and will you wash and iron my shirts?”
I can tell you if in the world you survive.
Without the support of your parents, you deserve a prize.
So next time you take your home for granted, think on these lines.
Going solo, is always a struggle, and can be a lonely sad time.

Yvonne (mother, grandmother, great grandmother)

Life

2012-01-08T13:52:00.000Z

LIFE

I think that it is true to say, that life is sweet,
come what may We can't always find a Heaven on earth,
and I will carry on for what it's worth
It is only when you are hot and dry, you full appreciate rain from the sky.
Or if you are in a snow-capped scene,
what would you give for a sunshine beam? If shifting sands are what you see,
lapping of water would be heavenly.
Shall I go on, or shall I stop?
Oh! for shade, when you are hot.
Or perchance, you may wish to eat,
you'd be very glad of a plate of meat.
I think I will end now at this line,
and continue this rhyme at another time.
Although to quench your thirst, with just one drop, of water from a nearby tap,
would make you very happy, perhaps!'

Yvonne

More of my words written earlier - How I love my walks.

2012-01-06T17:34:00.002Z

67/ Well, for those of you who read my lines,

you will remember, that I said later in the year I would have to take care.
The trail I took today was quite spiteful, for I was stung here and I was stung there.
As I paused to watch the Cuckoo, a Mosquito or two buzzed near, and Nettles stung my ankles, though I still enjoyed my walk, I must make this very clear.
I saw birds that had been dipped in the paint on the artist’s palette.
I saw the brush marks on the creature’s cap of black.
One had a chin painted white, and one was bright yellow when he took flight.
A red top knot and a long tail I saw on a feathered pal as he passed by.
Birds sang to me from the Heavens, way up high.
Ducks quacked at me from a pond, where Water Lilies grow.
Mr. Heron “kranked, kranked”, in his coarse way, I believe he may have been saying “hello”.
A bird with red face and gold in wings so smart.
Together with one with pink chest, both had the art.
Of pecking the seeds on the floor.
I need not spell out their names, as I have done before.
Just say again, I have had a peaceful walk.
Except for the birds who to me continually talk.
Sparrows cheep and Doves coo,
Seagulls laugh out loud, at me and you.
Woodpecker calls “ha ha, here my cry”.
I see so much on my walks with my two brown eyes,
As well as the feathered beauties, I saw so much colourful flora and fauna.
Isn’t it great that the weather is warmer.
I saw wild flowers of every hue.
White, purple, yellow, pink, red and blue.

Yvonne

Still in Fuerteventura

Wild life Ihave seen here - Chipmunks, Hoopoe, Heron, Wagtails, Shrikes - all wonderful. When I return I will upload some photos, can´t do this here. Not a lot of flowers, just Date Palms, and prickly pears etc., quite spiteful plants.

Yonne

More of my words

2012-01-04T15:03:00.000Z

Life’s Span –

Have you ever, on life’s span, pondered?
On what is the theme or reason for life.
Love, perhaps is the start of it all, maybe!
The act of conception, from A to Zee.
We are born, we grow, we learn many things.
If we are fortunate, life, contentment brings.
We experience joy, we have to live through pain.
Happenings that occur, perhaps no-one to blame.
We receive love, we give love, we hope to be true.
Life is full of ups and downs, sometimes we feel,
‘in the pink, sometimes we feel ’blue’.
When a child is born, to a loving home.
It is different for a child who has to go it alone.
When we grow, I believe, the first ten years may govern the way.
That a mature adult might work and play.
I have written many lines on the subject of living on earth.
If it is possible make your time worth.
Yes, so at the end of the day, you can honestly say.
You have done your best, made your mark,
and someone, somewhere has benefited from your life’s span.
My hope is, my words, you understand.

Yvonne

Sending messages - so easy these days

2012-01-04T10:23:00.000Z

Words on message sending.
Sitting at my computer, sending emails across the world,
my thoughts dwelt on the first way messages were sent.

Remember the Red Indian way, smoke signals and tom- tom drums.
Remember the Pony Express in North America in the cowboy days.
Then the signals sent by flags at sea – for instance Blue Peter etc.
Then the Morse Code, sending messages across the wire.
The telegraph boy bringing sometimes sad messages to the door.
The smiling and whistling postman and woman of course.
The telephone, and Graham Bell, do you think he could ever have envisaged
the extent his invention would bring to the world.
Now the Mobile Phone, and the computer, which sends messages across the world
at the touch of a button, no wires, just satellites up in the Heavens.
Just think, the message bounces off the satellite and then bounces back down again.
The mind boggles at trying to see how this can be achieved.

My head thinks on so many things in a day – hope you enjoy my lines - Yvonne

Wasted space.

2012-01-01T15:31:00.002Z

Time comes, time goes, tides ebb, tides flow, spring returns, and in life lessons are learned. One strives to achieve, all in life, we think we need, when in reality, it seems to me, this is not always a necessity. As long as one has a happy home, where love and security both are known, all the rest is "wasted space", as long as you can look the world in the face. Can say in truth you have done all you can to help where possibole, your fellow man. No hopes or dreams need to be shattered, for you have achieved in life, all that really matters.

Yvonne

I read some wheere the following words, after writing the above, and I feel the words mean the same really as mine. This is the quote¨-

It will not matter what sort of car I drove, or the size of the house I lived in or my bank balance, but if I have made a difference in the life of a small child, this is the most important thing to be remembered by.

Hi there

2011-12-30T19:24:00.002Z

Bas has had a nasty fall, was feeling rather shattered about, seeing him lying on the pavement. However, feeling better now. he seems to have coped well. Just badly bruised.

Bye for now, Yvonne

Happy New Year

2011-12-30T13:05:00.000Z

Happy New Year to all my pals - and a peaceful and healthy one also.

Yvonne

Hello pals

2011-12-30T13:00:00.001Z

In particular Don and Michael, how are you both - Great here in Fuerteventura.

Yvonne

The remainder pieces are under Reflections link

2011-12-29T15:38:00.002Z

On home page, just click on my name and you will be reverted to original web site. Click Reflections, and so much written there about the beautiful land of New Zealand.

Hope you enjoy, do let me know. - Yvonne

words written in New Zealand a while ago, for your interest

2011-12-29T15:37:00.000Z

to Relections Page 2 - Nos 140 - 71

The following 70 pieces are a copy of 1/2 the work that was originally on the
Village Website listed under "Yvonne's Reflections"

Reflections of Yvonne - Page 1
Nos 70 - 1

Daily writings from one who is still young at heart

To contact Yvonne please email: Reflections
To read the poem written by the library staff about Yvonne click here

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70/ The Tasman Delta – South Island, New Zealand
Across the way a lone figure is fishing. Shimmering bands of heat from the stones rise. I could be forgiven for saying the scene resembles the surface of the Moon.
We are surrounded by rivers and lakes, but very few flowers bloom.
Sparse vegetation grows on this flat delta of quite a size. That at the foot of the King of it all quietly lies. Mount Cook looks down from his height in magnificent glory 1 feel 1 have said sufficient, so I'll end my story. Oh! this is foolish, because there are things omitted. To tell you everything I'm committed. The Tasman River runs from a glacier melt and ice plateaux. Towards the Pukaki Lake, that has an iridescent blue glow. But there is another river here that runs so clearly, that has no name.
We must say 'secret or mystery', takes its course in Mt. Cook's domain.
Perhaps I can end my lines with more surity, that I have not left any important facts from these pages. Remembering these mountains have seen so many eras and ages.
A matchstick man on the surface of this Moon. Is my fisherman who'll probably be back soon. I have been in this most beautiful vicinity for a long, long while.
But no time is too long, for everything is so wonderful to be part of, for many a mile.
Dwell on this, my pals, I am in the company of spirits of souls. Who explored the Oceans and New Zealand was their goal.

Yvonne

Chipmunks, Furteventura

2011-12-28T16:25:00.002Z

Hi folks - I have tried to upload pictures of these dear little creatures seen here on the rocks. However cannot, but if you care to log in to Chipmonks, Furteventura on google, you will see them. They really are delightful. Smallest member of the Squirrel family.

Love Yvonne

words written a while ago,

2011-12-28T13:25:00.001Z

Hi me again from sunny Fuerteventura with words written sometime ago.

5a.m. – Armchair Travelling - Yvonne

Sitting here in early hours, looking out the window, I see the twinkling of the lights on a jet aircraft flying across the Heavens towards our village.
I closed my eyes and imagined I was on this, most definitely, Singapore Airlines jet, on my way to the fascinating city of Singapore, half way stop-over to The Land of The Long White Cloud, or Aotorea, New Zealand.
I could see in my mind’s eye from the small window of the jet, our countryside and then the ocean. I fast forward a little, but can see the smiles on the charming faces of the Singapore Airlines’ hostesses, carrying out their duties in the most efficient and attractive way, as always.
Then as we began the descent down through the various layers of clouds, some like large white mushrooms, other’s soft and fluffy, and at times I have seen angry black clouds about us, which I knew would mean it would be raining heavily below on the city, warm rain on a very hot and humid city.
As we land at the airport, I never allow myself to dwell on the horrors that were performed in this City, I know about them and pray for the souls of those who died there. This airport is so beautiful, light and airy, and has so many attributes towards making it, in my belief the most desirable airport to visit. (See my work to sum up Singapore – under General link on Yvonne’s Jottings)
As I have written before the journey to our hotel, a Singapore Airlines’ hotel, called The Plaza Park Royal, I can see again in my mind’s eye the delightful tropical trees and flowers everywhere lining the route. Every bridge and concrete stanchion covered in the colourful Bougainvillea climbing plants.
When we arrive at the hotel, we are met so courteously by the doorman, who then arranges for our cases to be carried into the hotel reception. Then we are given our key card, and our room number. Our cases then are brought up to our room a few minutes after we open our door. Everything in this hotel perfect, and the food in the restaurant, wow!, unbelievable. The head waiter we have come to know, and we are treated like royalty.
Also there is a lovely pool area, with thatched pagodas, where one can lie and relax and unwind from the journey, listening to the colourful birds in the trees, some visiting the edge of the pool, to take a sip of water. It is unimaginably beautiful there.
One can take a walk along the busy thoroughfare to view Raffles Hotel, its white pillars gleaming in the sun by day, and the lights by night. All welcome there, the receptionist is a charming gentleman, who also treats one with such respect. We have had the pleasure of sipping a drink famous in this historic hotel, named The Singapore Sling, and to sip this in their beautiful garden, well is paradise.
One can see the pretty Golden Oriole birds in the tree tops and listen to their fluty call, which I always think resembles their name. “Oriol Oriol”, they call.
Although this is such a busy city, it certainly is the most tranquil and relaxing thing to do to sit at a roadside café and drink a cool thirst quencher, and perhaps take a meal in a Chinese family run restaurant, where the food is just so tasty, and served with such simple and delightful style.
Then to leave this wondrous City and fly again on the second leg of the journey to The Land of the Long White Cloud, New Zealand, and then that is another story.
All this I imagined, sitting here in my chair in my lounge at Rivers Court, just great.

Yvonne

Look up O.Connors Bar, Caleta de Fuste, furteventura

2011-12-27T11:20:00.002Z

Our favourite nightly venue, such fun and to listen to talented singers, Jimmy, Marc, and Uke, - (look up on line) O'Connors Bar, Caleta De Fuste, Fuerteventura.

Yvonne

Think aboutmyNewZealandpals

2011-12-24T19:42:00.002Z

Hi there, mypals John and Christine in New Zealand, getting through earthquake problems again - send them our love and best wishes,they have so many problems.

Bye fornow, Yvonne

My thoughts on Christmas whilst on holiday

2011-12-23T12:07:00.001Z

My thoughts on Christmas

A walk in the rain to me did lend.
Pleasures I'd like to share with friends.
The Robin was singing in the rain
The rose-hips glowed in the lane.
The Hawthorn berry wore a deeper shade.
Golden leaves, all this the artist made.
The Periwinkle I saw in bloom.
Perhaps this flower was on show a little too soon.
The Wagtail birds were feeding on the muddy ground
A I walked in the rain along the fields' surrounds.
I said to myself, Christmas must bring joy.
The birthday of the precious little boy.
Whose Father is the artist, I speak about.
Whose love, the world, cannot do without.
Everyone knows Christmas is a time for giving.
Let Christmas be a time for forgiving.
Everyone wants to give to those they love.
But remember the words, of the one above.
Sometimes the meaning of Christmas is misread.
Give love, patience and understanding instead.
Give your time to those around you, meaningfully.
You will find you will receive more than presents beneath the Christmas Tree.

Yvonne

Hello again

2011-12-22T18:44:00.000Z

Hi pals - Happy Christmas to all my pals - Yvonne

Hello from Fuerteventura Island

2011-12-18T18:15:00.001Z

Hello everyone having great time, so relaxing here all we want and need to enjoy ourselves.

Bye for now - Yvonne

My Bedside Book and my work

2011-12-09T19:51:00.003Z

My work has brought me some very pleasing remarks, like for instance those I am going to add below.
I hope you do not think I am boasting, but thought I would add these lines before I switch off my computer for the night as I am off to bed early for early rise tomorrow for the beginning of our journey to the airport for our holiday - be back 11th January 2012.

Yours books bring a smile, a laugh and sometimes a tear.
I always have your books on my bedside table, and read before retiring.
If I feel a little down I read your words and I always feel better.
Your words make one feel grateful for things we have and that others do not possess.
You are my window on the world, Yvonne, never forget it.
Your writings are inspirational.

Bye for now, Yvonne

Meeting with Mr. Lemn Sissay

2011-12-08T16:26:00.002Z

Hello,
I had the pleasure of meeting a gentleman today who is famous in the world of Poetry. Mr. Lemn Sissay - he honoured me by saying he loved my blog and my work. We met along with others from the village, and spoke of many subjects concerning our delightful village.

Yvonne

re: my holiday in Fuerteventura.

2011-12-07T16:48:00.002Z

I would like to add a few photos of the little resort where we have stayed for the last three Christmases.It is a delightfully peaceful and homely place, with welcoming people.

(The entrance to our little bungalow complex.)

(two of my pals I meet on my walks (Camels of course) I do not take a ride on them.

(our little terrace of bungalow we hire.)

testing

2011-12-07T12:29:00.001Z

testing - Yvonne

Is this going to work

2011-12-07T11:07:00.001Z

Is this going to work, I have been over an hour trying to update new post.Yvonne

Trying once more

2011-12-07T10:43:00.001Z

So frustrating just completed new look posting with four pictures and when I clicked back to the blog, nothing there. I am angray

Good morning

2011-12-07T10:19:00.001Z

I have been having trouble posting new words on my blog - seems things have changed - however, now we will see if I have worked things out correctly.Yvonne

Birds Eye View (written in springtime) (to think on)

2011-11-28T09:27:00.002Z

From A Birds Eye View
This evening as I walked the concrete path that leads to the green and red salad crops.
I thought to myself what might it be like, looking down from the top.
By the top I mean, a bird’s eye view of all the churches,
I have visited and that I knew.
As far as Eastry and Herne Bay and Ramsgate and here, I am going to list all the names of those I remember, pictures of them in my head quite clear.
St. Mary the Virgin at Eastry, St. Peters and St. Clements in Sandwich,
St. Mary’s of Woodnesborough. Beltinge Church, Herne Church,
St. Mary Magdalene of Monkton, St. Nicholas Church,.
Wingham, Ash, St. Mary’s of Minster, St. Mildred’s of Minster.
All Saints, Birchington, St. Saviours of Westgate, St. James, Garlinge,
All Saints, Westbrook, St. John’s Margate. Trinity Church, Athelstan,
St. Pauls, of Cliftonville – St. Peters of St. Peters.
Then coming around to St.Lukes of Ramsgate, St. Lawrence of Ramsgate.
I have omitted Chislet Church, Hoath and Barfreston Churches and possibly many others in the vicinity. Of course as far as Canterbury St. Martins, one of the oldest in the land – and the mother church, Canterbury Cathedral.

At certain view points one can see two or three churches and sometimes more in one sighting. Steeples and towers placed on the horizon.

I recall when we were being driven by coach through the seven countries a couple of months ago, namely, France, Belgium, Switzerland, Italy, Germany, Austria, Luxemburg, thinking how beautiful churches make the panoramic scenes I could see mile after mile, and I wondered on the villages and towns where the sacred buildings stood and the people who lived in the churches’ vicinities.

I recall equally in my mind wherever I have travelled in Europe and the continent, the wonderful ancient Church buildings, in particular, Venice, Florence, Rome, Portugal, the Greek Isles, Dubrovnik,Yugoslavia (that was) Spain mainland and the Balearic Isles, and I think to myself again, everyone can’t be wrong, there definitely must be something so strong and everlasting regarding the faith we believe in.

Think on the amount of years and the talented men that have taken part in the building of all these monuments to Christ and The Virgin Mary and the Saints, and the mind really cannot take it all in.

Yvonne

Historic Tale

2011-11-27T08:53:00.000Z

Princess Eleanor

A little piece of history for today - half way through the month of August.

Henry III’s son, Prince Edward, when 15 years of age
married the ten year old daughter of King Ferdinand of Castille (Spain) Princess Eleanor.
After a loving marriage Eleanor died, after bearing 15 children.
When she died King Edward transported her embalmed body
159 miles back to London for burial in Westminster.
The journey took 14 days and at each stopping place, a cross was erected.
The crosses were at Lincoln, Grantham, Stamford, Geddington, Hardingstone,
Stony (Stratford), Woburn and Waltham (Herts) and then at Charing Cross.
The term Charing Cross is taken from the French words –
“Beloved Queen”
Cherie Reine
Also the name of the area Elephant and Castle in London is said to derive from Eleanor’s title:=
“Eleanor Infanta of Castille”

They say this was a marriage made in Heaven.

Yvonne

My 26th November 2011 walk

2011-11-26T14:41:00.011Z

I had the pleasure of looking up and watching around 200 of Lapwings above my head. They took off from one side of the path I was on from the meadow and landed back down on the meadow the opposite side of the path on which I stood. On the path to the Minster Marshes

Before I left our own gardens, I stood a while looking at a tree trunk
Bassil says it looks rather like a Deer looking at you with crumpled horns. Let me know your thoughts.

Now, now and again I read my treasured possessions books of Edith Holden's Diaries of country life. Sadly this lady drowned gathering Chestnuts from a tree on the bank of the River Thames. I always thought if she had been born in our times she might have worn trousers and may not have drowned. The long skirts of her era, may have been the cause of the water pulling her down. I put a book together Edith's diary year of 1906 and my year 1999 but the publishers would not let me publish for sale because of copyright. They did say I could print 25 copies for family and friends. Today I am adding the sights of the natural world I saw on my walk, and couple them up with the words of Edith about what she saw on this day 1905 and 1906.
My sightings -
Secondly Kestrel sitting on a pole above my head. He took off and dropped down the other side of the hedge.
Also 7 Long Tailed Tits on the tree in our gardens as I began my walk.

Now in 1906 Edith writes:- on this very same day - Cycled to Solihull and back through the lanes past the Oak woods, the sun was shining brightly. She goes on to say she head a Thrush singing most sweetly in the big Beech tree at the top of the lane.
In Edith's 1905 account of November, she does not write about 26th, but on the 7th she writes, Yesterday I erected a short pole in the garden wih a small flat board on the top to serve as a breakfast table for the birds. I strewed crumbs and bits of meat,. This morning a Starling summoned up courage to alight on it. The Sparrows followed and by and bye came two Tom-tits. After that there was a constant succession of visitors all through the day. Blue Tits, Great Tits and Robins visited the table. I have researched Tom Tit, and read another name for Blue Tit.

I hope you enjoy this travel through time and the natural world that stays the same.

Yvonne
(the pictures do not always upload in correct situation, but I am sure you can place each picture with the correct words.)
Yvonne

Christmas Messages from Yvonne

2011-11-25T15:40:00.001Z

CHRISTMAS MESSAGES

Christmas is a-coming, parties held everywhere.
School Nativity plays being performed,
and there are many Christmas fairs.
Carol concerts in lovely Churches,
singing songs at which the heart lurches.
Bringing a lump in your throat and a tear to the eye.
Thinking of the past and loved ones in times gone by.
Christmas is a time of joy and love.
Christmas is a time of eating too much ‘grub’.
Christmas is a time for giving and sharing.
Christmas is a time for loving and caring

And

Tiny starry Angels play in the sky at night.
You may not always see them;
But when the moon is shining bright.
Take a closer look next time,
you will see how the Christmas Angels shine.

And

Christmas is a time for love and joy.
Time to remember the precious little boy.
Christmas is a time for love that is for sure.
If those we love, love us in return, we can never ask for more.

Happy Christmas to all my readers and friends,
Yvonne.

No. 11 bus Journey Minster to Canterbury

2011-11-25T15:17:00.007Z

Just thought I'd add these three pictures, seen on my journey today. On my return I thought I'd hop on No.8 to Margate and then catch No. 51 home. I waited and waited but told later the l.p.m. 51 bus cancelled. Same as the 11.10a.m. I have emailed Eastonways and said they should put a note on the buses about these cancellations before they cancel them not leave us waiting about for buses not going to arrive.

The Little Egret white as snow, still feeding on same dyke, between Wickhambreaux and the Nargate road entrance to Littlebourne. (picture first in line)

Yvonne

Thoughts on the forthcoming Christmas

2011-11-24T09:28:00.002Z

Christmas words.
Christmas words, I see Christmas birds.
God's creations, wonders of creation.
Jesus, son of God, Saviour of the world's nations.
All the little creatures bring us pleasure.
Christmas days, we all treasure.
Are they aware.
Life goes on out there, in nature's kingdom, just the same.
I believe God's creatures, know a certain name.
I think, perhaps, they are aware, there is a special something in the air.
Whispers from there, whispers they hear, of an important anniversary, celebrated this
time each year.
They also realise, this year is near its close, soon to attract a mate, they will need to
sing and pose.

Yvonne

The Cattle Egret

2011-11-21T08:55:00.003Z

I went on walk with Church group yesterday along esplanade from Epple Bay Birchington to Minnis Bay, it was delightful;. Many waders on rocks and at edge of sea. One in particular brought back memories to me The Egret. Actually the one we see here is The Little Egret, we saw two species when I lived in Portugal. One in particular was The Cattle Egret. These used to hitch a ride on the back of the Ewes in the Shepherd's flock. I drew a picture, not an artist, but tells the tale (so to speak.) Attached copy of my little drawing of the Cattle Egret.

Yvonne

Saturday afternoon walk - Full circle, Durlock to Durlock.

2011-11-20T08:50:00.011Z

Firstly the pond in the Abbey grounds.
Off we go across the concrete path towards Way Hill
Then at the top take note how trees have been planted to hide the main road from this delightful walk.

Down to the bottom of Thorn Hill to Sevenscore - then along a way to the level crossing turn right walk alongside the track to the next level crossing and then cross this, by climbing the stile walk the concrete path back to Durlock Lane.
View of top of Church Steeple in distance.
Then Home at Rivers Court, and the gardens.

Hope you enjoyed my walk with me, sometimes pictures in wrong sequence to my words, but I am sure you can see the route. O.K.

Yvonne

The Resilience of the Birds

2011-11-19T08:23:00.002Z

The Resilience of the Birds

All through the cold days of winter, they have to find.
Something to eat, of this or that kind.
To keep them warm throughout the night.
When we are tucked up in bed.
For survival they have to fight.

Take a while to think about these creatures of the feathered world, going about their daily toil. In the springtime, summer, autumn and the winter’s cold, it is a fact that not many live until they are old.

Yvonne

Hello folks, perhaps take time to click into My Reflections link on home page. Nice pictures there with words re many subjects, all uploaded by Ray Owen, the gentleman who began all this for me, some time ago now.

My afternoon sighting

2011-11-18T17:59:00.001Z

Nice bus trip today, and hopped off at Nayland Rock, Margate and walked along by the golden sands. At the harbour watched a dozen of above wading birds in shallows. Delightful.

So grateful for all I see.

Yvonne

How fortunate we are

2011-11-18T09:10:00.002Z

How Fortunate We Are

How fortunate we are to in Minster village reside.
We all should have, in Minster village, gratitude and pride.
For we have such kind hearted people. Who seem to care.
In the Doctors, the Chemist, the Post Office, everywhere.
Like the Library, the supermarket, greengrocers, and paper shop.
Pubs and cafe, if you've time to stop. Baker, butcher, watch mender, and vet.
If we need to take care of our pet.
Good restaurants where you can eat meals or snacks.
Once you have eaten there, you'll go back
Of course we have St. Mary's Church and St. Mildred's too.
The Salvation Army, - what a good job they do.
Our Benedictine Nuns in the Abbey, so kind.
Also a Policeman and a Warden, whose job it is for them, us to mind.

I feel I must add that our former warden, Steve, is very ill, and we all send our sincere
good wishes to him and thanks for the kindnesses he gave when working in the village.

Yvonne

2011-11-17T11:06:00.002Z

120/ Cheerful Encounters

I felt I would rather like to see these encounters in writing as if performed by my hand.
Some say in the event of evolution, writing will become extinct by man.
Could this be possible, well I suppose it could well happen.
I love to write and scribble with my pen, on a piece of paper, even a scrap I write on.
I have written on the reverse side of menus in a café, on the back of programmes at the cricket, on the reverse side of a supermarket ticket.
Once a kind gentleman when I sat in the stand, in Adelaide, down under, tore out a sheet of paper from a special magazine he had bought. I felt quite honoured at this gesture, at this time one of our batsman was caught.

Back to this instance, I have just returned from a visit to the Post Office, and this episode this morning made me feel great.. Therefore I scribbled the events down on a scrap of paper, and now decipher the words, which are here, and my theory – is that the Minster folk are nice, and if you feel in any way dreary, just walk along the High Street, you will soon feel cheery.

Must have said ten good mornings, on the way there, a few “hello, how are you”, as well. A” thank you”, a couple of times, as someone stepped into the road, for me to pass, and when I replied my two words of gratitude, “you’re welcome”, I heard.

I stopped a while, and listened to a tale, regarding a difficult place to walk on the route because of an obstruction, the story, a true one, was this.
I quote:- My friend, who is now 85, sadly, not too well at the moment, when she was a girl, was in a hurry to get to work, and because of an obstruction next to her home, cycled across the pavement, just a few yards. At the same time a policeman cam around the corner, and booked her. She had to go to court and was fined seven and six pence. That was a lot in those days.” My friend went on to say “today anything goes, pointing at the obstruction”. She’s is right.
We actually had a laugh at the story, and my friend said she always likes meeting me and stopping for a chat. She has a poorly husband who cannot get out of his chair now, she cares for his every whim and wish with love, these people are the salt of the earth, aren’t they.

As I went on my way and went to cross the road, a lady in a motorised buggy, a little nervously, said to me “I don’t want to run you down” – again we smiled at each other, I thought, you are brave, don’t know if I would like to manage one of those things in the High Street.

My next stop was the Post Office, as I stepped inside the shop, I was the only customer, the two counters of the Post Office section were void of queue. I said “which one of you charming gentlemen wishes to take my order”. Then I said “I know one of you can sell me a first class stamp, and the other can take my paying in book”. They both laughed, and then the one who sold me the stamp, said “leave your letter with me, and I will pop it in the bag”. “How kind”, I replied, leaving the cheery place, feeling, quite chuffed.

In the chemist, I was met with “hello, Mrs Chapman, how are you”, another pleasant interlude, chatting to one or two folk awaiting their prescriptions to be filled.

I took the back route homewards, towards the children’s nursery and school, and I was thrilled to see the tree in bloom that I watch throughout the springtime, waiting for the flowers to appear. It is a type of Magnolia, but the exotic bloom resembles a Water Lily so beautiful, I have seen these in Singapore growing, I believe they are a tropical variety, and rare in this country. At the same time as I stopped to look up at this tree, opposite on a lopped trunk of a tree, sat a Greenfinch, green as green could be, churring away, as they do, he was outlined by the bluest sky, a really charming picture.

As I turned the corner by the Abbey wall, a little girl, clutching her daddy’s hand, gave me such a delightful smile, and waved her hand, she was dressed in a sweet dress and a sun hat on head. I said to her, couldn’t resist it “oh” you do look a pretty little girl”, she said “thank you and daddy smiled. This was a fitting end to my cheerful trip to the P.O. this Saturday in July, almost my 72nd birthday, Thursday coming, the 20th.

The above words were written five years ago, I am 77 years old now. This morning I encountered friendliness just the same on my walk to the post office and library. Met such friendly folk, many hellos and good mornings, how are, you spoken.

For certain Minster is a great place to live.

Yvonne

Explanation for adding name to comments on my words

2011-11-16T11:02:00.001Z

Select Name/URL just put in your name, ignore the URL -

this has been kindly explained by Ray Owen, the gentleman who designed my webpage so beautifully and to whom I am very grateful. - Yvonne

With thanks

2011-11-16T09:07:00.002Z

Thank you kind lady for your words of appreciation for my webpage/blog. I do appreciate this.
These words adding today I wrote some years ago, but still feel they need to be said.

MY DREAM (WRITTEN IN 1994)
Could there possibly be a way, that peoples of all religions may, live together in peace and love, as was intended by the lord above.
Why cannot people be satisfied, with a loving family by their side, there is enough to eat and water to drink, remember the loaves and fishes, makes you think.
Ever since time began, it seems to me that every man, has suffered somehow at the
hands, of people who cannot understand, we all have different ideas to each other, but
why cannot we live like sister and brother.
Protestant, Catholic Muslim, Jew, and many other faithful religions too, we are all
God's children, so what can we do?
In day to day life, if only we, could put others before ourselves, then naturally, all
would fall into place, then we could face, the Lord above, and with all good grace,
make a better world, oh! if only we could, in my humble way, I say, I think we
should.
I write in only half light of day, but the words above, I just had to say, it is always the
children who suffer most, it would be wonderful if we all could boast, that at last we
could see a light shining through, I am sure it is possible for this, us all to do.
(Now 2006 - nothing changed)
As I re-read my poem, it is 2008 perhaps things are getting a little better now.

Today 16th November 2011 - still in parts of the world, the suffering goes on.

YVONNE

My walk - Tuesday p.m. - 15th November 2011

2011-11-15T14:59:00.003Z

Hi folks, just returned from delightful walk. Firstly across the concrete track to Way Hill, up the hill to top, the lane takes you all the way around to Sevenscore. Very foggy could not see the sea today. Many birds in the trees, in particular the pretty Long=Tailed Tits -
At the top of the Way Hill, a huge cargoe jet was taxi-ing along the runway, so close to me, I could wave at the pilot. Fascinating. Across the way one of the modern trains trundled speedily along the track, and I also saw a helicopter making its way around our skies. Nothing a problem, apart from these sounds, everything silent. I love it alone up there, I feel like I am on a cloud somehow.

Bye for now, Yvonne

Hello to lady I met in the Doctor's waiting room today.

2011-11-15T13:28:00.001Z

Hi there, nice to meet you, I apologise for not asking you your name this morning - do forgive me. Perhaps let me know.

Bye for now, Yvonne

Minster's Musical Sounds

2011-11-14T18:54:00.000Z

Minster’s Musical Sounds
I begin with the first sounds heard early one morning, the bleating of sheep, not far away.
Gosh I thought, before I opened my eyes, am I still in New Zealand, at the farmstay.
Then I realised of course, opening my eyes, I was here in my comfy abode.
Where our ancient church stands and the abbey built centuries ago, is just along the road.
I hear the chimes from the church clock, and at times weddings bells ring out clearly.
I have to admit I love to hear these sounds dearly.
I often hear a cow ‘moo’, if the wind in the direction from the marshes.
I hear ‘krank’ from the Heron as he daily flies passed.
The Jay, squawks, the Green Woodpecker, laughs,
and the black and white Woodpeckers knock on the trunk of the tree.
They are not always just building nests, but saying “listen to me,
I am very strong and would make a good mate”.
I hear all these sounds from my open window, in the morning, well before eight.
Starlings mimic in their own individual style,
Herring Gulls also have a laughing call, heard for many a mile.
The Collared Doves coo “I love you”, the Pigeons and Feral doves, have a different “coo”,
but called consistently, we all know this they do.
Blue Tits twitter, Chaffinches end their song with two notes one higher than the other.
Great Tits, seem to sing “tea cher tea cher”, calling their pals and brothers.
The Robin sings prettily, though has a melancholy ring to it.
The Blackbird’s song can be put to music, as in and out of the bush they flit.
The Thrush of song, we all recognise because he repeats his chords three times.
Moorhens and Swans in the dyke, have various musical sounds, we all like fine.
Green finches have a shirring call, well and truly known by all.
Jackdaws on the church tiles, call a note similar to their name.
These jet black birds have infamous fame.
The Crows and Rooks, the latter has a bare patch on face.
Their call ‘caw’ is well known over the countryside.
Sometimes a pair of ducks will be seen, their call heard on high.
Of course the Magpie, is always around bothering little birds,
not a very popular creature, this often heard.
Then our beautiful Skylarks, these birds I have written about before.
High in the skies above our open fields and plough, to see and hear them I really adore.
The Dunnock and the Wren, both have sounds we know.
The Wren so loud for one so small, and though;
The Dunnock is seen as rather a dull little creature,
he has a pretty song which is his distinguishable feature.
I know Minster has other sounds, like the trains rumbling by,
and their warning sounds necessary.
The jets that rise from the airport not that far away, taking folk on holiday.
The sounds of traffic, cars and lorries and such.
Yet I love all the sounds of Minster, very, very much.
I think I will end by saying “to hear a pleasant hello from a local friendly face”.
Makes me think Minster in which to reside is a very nice place.

Yvonne

The Queen's visit to Margate

2011-11-11T19:07:00.004Z

I was disappointed how little coverage anyway about this most important day.
However, I was unable to get there as Bassil not fit for this sort of thing. My grandson saw the lovely couple and managed to get a video which we are all going to see tomorrow in the family. Three greatgrandchildren's birthdays tomorrow. Looking forward to the party.

Yvonne

You'll love this

2011-11-09T19:14:00.001Z

THE PAINTER

There was a painter named Harry who was very interested in making a penny where he could,
so he often thinned down his paint to make it go a wee bit further.

As it happened, he got away with this for some time,
but eventually the Baptist Church decided to do a big restoration job on one of their biggest buildings.

Harry put in a bid, and, because his price was so low, he got the job.

So he set about erecting the scaffolding and setting up the planks,
and buying the paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with turpentine.

Well, Harry was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly completed,
when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, the sky opened,
and the rain poured down washing the thinned paint from all over the church
and knocking Harry clear off the scaffold to land on the lawn among the gravestones,
surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and useless paint.

Harry? was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he got down on his knees and cried:
"Oh, God, forgive me; what should I do?"
And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke...
(you're going to love this)

"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!

sorry for size of print for ll.ll.ll. (here larger version)

2011-11-08T08:35:00.000Z

A REMEMBERANCE POEM FOR THIS SPECIAL DATE 11.11.2011
THE POPPY IS A SIGN OF ETERNAL SLEEP.
THE POPPY GIVES OPIUM SLEEP REALLY DEEP.
HOW VERY SAD THAT MEN HAVE TO DIE, THEY SHED BLOOD THE COLOUR OF THE POPPY WHICH MAKES ONE CRY.
IN WARS AND FIGHTING SUCH A WASTE OF LIFE, LEAVING BEHIND SUCH SADNESS AND STRIFE.
THE FLOWER IS SO BEAUTIFUL WITH PETALS SOFT AS SILK, IT IS A PITY SUCH BEAUTY IT HAS TO WILT.
YET IN ITS WAY IT SYMBOLISES OUR REMEMBERING LOVED ONES NO LONGER HERE, THOUGH IN OUR HEARTS THEY ARE ALWAYS NEAR.

Yvonne

11.11.11

2011-11-08T08:33:00.000Z

Regarding Sport.

2011-11-07T08:28:00.002Z

Watching West Indies playing India at cricket in Delhi, I think again how sport of all kinds brings the people of the world tolgether. We love all sport and I can tell you my words are true.
We have travelled to New Zealand, India, Australia, and across U.K. fantastic thing to do. We feel we know all the cricketers, have met most. All the footballers names, Rugby players, we know, not met these young fellows, but feel we know them. Same as all sports. Brilliant. People who say "sport, hate it" - really do not understand the fun of it.

Yvonne

Finest acted film ever made

2011-11-06T08:51:00.001Z

Hi there,
In my opinion the film I watched yesterday, "Gone with the wind", is the finest acted and directed etc., and story-telling I have ever seen in my life. Watched this years ago, and we sat and thoroughly enjoyed this once more. The only film that comes anywhere near in this modern age is Gladiator.

Do you agree

Yvonne

Think on these words

2011-11-05T21:41:00.001Z

Do not squander time for that is what life is made of

Yvonne

Good morning

2011-11-05T11:51:00.003Z

Hi there,
Just returned from friendly coffee morning at Old Schools building, with Horticultural Society. They made me feel so welcome, even though I do not belong to the society.
We have such a wonderfully friendly village for sure.

Yvonne

As Promised Lake Peyto, Canada

2011-11-03T08:06:00.003Z

Lovely isn't it? - Yvonne

How about this

2011-11-03T07:58:00.003Z

As I placed my table mats on table at breakfast this morning, my memories flooded back to the giver of these to me. Way back in Figuera, The Algarve, many years ago, Dulcie, a dear friend, gave them to me. They are of Poppies. Sadly the red has faded, but they are still very pretty, and I shall keep them always a treasured gift.
Dulcie died earlier this year, leaving Michael her loving husband who still contacts us regularly, he is now back living in this country, a we are.

Also I have just sent an email to my Canadian pal, Cathy, she gave me a calendar of her beautiful land and on each page she has written a message. This month of November is of Lake Peyto, Banff National Park. The lake resembles the picture of a dog at the far end, two ears and a nose. turquoise blue, surrounded by forests and mountains and blue sky. a beautiful picture. Perhaps I will try to scan this later and add to site.

Bye for now, Yvonne

For my pals

2011-11-01T16:12:00.001Z

DID YOU KNOW?
The bright yellow butterfly, is said to be why the butterflies are so called, because butter is coloured bright yellow.
THE POPPY
The Poppy lends its magnificent colour to our
countryside and fields.
It has a timeless magic, that somehow yields.
A sense of eternity between present and past.
Also of a true love, and friendship, that forever
lasts.
For those anniversaries that return each year.
Perhaps of those we have loved, and are no
longer near.
When one has not the knowledge of a postal
address.
Yet realises they reside in a place of the best.
Where it is a thing of the past, to have pain or
suffering.
This beautiful red Poppy, is a true sign of
remembering.

Yvonne (Do let me know if you are there folk and like my work)
Some of my little books in our Minster Public Library and Neighbourhood Centre.

Not a Sound

2011-10-30T15:43:00.002Z

Not a sound could I hear, but a sight in the night.
At the hour of twelve from my window;
The steeple shines bright.
Stars gleam in the Heavens;
My clock ticks on the wall.
It seems like peace reigns over all.
Well, it feels like it around here.
I am so grateful for this, as my eyes
reach the floodlit steeple tall.
When I on Thorne Hill did reside.
I could see the steeple across the countryside.
When I moved to Rivers Court.
To see the Church from my window,
was a treasure for me, that could not be bought.

I am aware how clever they are
When I say they, I mean the Church Doves.
These feathered residents of the Church and surrounds of green.
When the wind is blowing from the East, they know just where to find shelter on the roof tiles.
Then when the weather vane shows the wind has changed, they fly to the opposite side, from the wind they can hide.
They love to sunbathe in the early morning sun, and perch on the roof when the day has done.
They always fly around the Steeple just before retiring for the night.
They roost in the churchyard somewhere, beneath the stars bright.
Great interest these birds to me bring.
They “coo coo”, but do not sing.
I think they enjoy it, like I do, when the church bells ring.

Yvonne

Yvonne's Aim

2011-10-29T17:21:00.001+01:00

YVONNE’S AIM

Live each day as if it’s your last.
Live for the future not in the past.
Make every moment worthwhile, hold fast.
Try to make things a pleasure, not a hard task.
Don’t allow melancholia to envelope your soul.
Let be contentment for what you have be your goal.
Make sure you face each day with a grin.
Accepting the good things as well as the knocks on the chin.
Try not to let troubles mean a thing.
Just listen to the Robin sing.
Don’t worry if the skies are grey
One day soon they’ll drift away.
Remember the sun’s glow in the day and the stars that shine,
and say to yourself “all these wonders are mine”.

(If I may remind my friends and readers about my Reflections Page,
easily found from my home page – there are many pieces of work that I feel sure would interest you –
also my writing titled The Michaelmas Daisies under Flora link, on Jottings page,
as these pretty flowers are now in bloom in the Minster gardens).

Yvonne

Good Morning

2011-10-29T10:12:00.000+01:00

Just to say "hello", how are you today -

Yvonne

Work written in the skies

2011-10-28T08:02:00.001+01:00

A PIECE OF WORK WRITTEN IN THE SKIES

In flight aboard air New Zealand jet to Singapore on route to New Zealand.
Sun’s bright glare shines in through the window, a blanket of cloud, duvet style.
Now hides the land below for miles and miles.
10 hours, 20 minutes we’ve been in the air.
Well, well, well, we are almost there.
Ahead now a mattress is tinged with gold, I’m sure angels sleep on these pillows, as over their wings, the blankets fold.
Been wonderful flight, everything just right.
One usually sees clouds from earth, floating in skies of sometimes blue.
Here in the Heavens we see clouds from a different view.
A feeling of what, perhaps Heaven is like.
I see soft fluffy cuddly comforters, of purest white.

Yvonne

Once again trip to Canterbury on No. 11 bus.

2011-10-27T16:14:00.002+01:00

I saw not one but three beautiful Cock Pheasants in a field. Young lambs by their mother's side, young calves again, growing fast, Mallards on one dyke, and a lovely pure white Egret on another dyke, all from the window of the bus. My delightful and heart warming visit to the Cathedral and a coffee in favourite coffee shop. Lovely morning.

Bye for now, Yvonne

My "Say Hello" card

2011-10-25T18:27:00.000+01:00

My “Say Hello” card.

Because your birthday is not today, or perhaps an anniversary is far away.
It seems a nice thing to do, to send a “hello” card to you.
I hope you are well, and this card brings a smile.
Let’s hope we meet again in a little while.

Yvonne

How about this one

2011-10-25T17:10:00.001+01:00

The Equilibrium of Friendship
Friendship is like the smell of scrambled eggs on toast.
Friendship is like the possession of things you desire most.
Friendship is like the warming of toes, when you are cold.
Friendship is like, the sight of a baby, one minute old.
Friendship is like a special tenderness.
Friendship is like an annual bonus, no less.
Friendship is like the aroma of freshly baked bread
Friendship is like the beauty of sunsets of red.
Friendship is like a stretched out hand when you fall.
Friendship is like the strength of a solid brick wall.
Friendship is like a breath of clean fresh air.
So try to offer friendship to all everywhere.
To my friends, I wish everything that is the best.
To my enemies, I just wish to say "God Bless".
YVONNE

YVONNE

2011-10-24T18:58:00.000+01:00

YVONNE

As you know, I am sure, my feet have trod on many shores.
Would you be interested to know more, about myself, this sometimes disillusioned writer and poet, I will explain the score.
I am certain that I have gypsy blood in my veins, and in my soul.
I love to travel to meet new folk, also I have done my duty, my motherly role.
Perhaps, well enough, this is all I hope.
Into a secret, I’ll let you invade, I remember my grandmother speaking to me, in the same way.
She said, “way back in our line, in your grandfather’s great great grandmother’s time, a young girl who was to be, part of a very large family.
In the south western part of England did reside, in Cornwall, she lived, near the ocean wide.
One day, perhaps night, a storm so fierce did blow, a Spanish ship was wrecked on the Cornish coast.
The people of the village to the shipwrecked sailors, played host.
My grandmother went on to tell me the tale, to me it was so exciting, why I never fail, to feel a thrill up and down my spine, when I remember this story regarding the ancestors of mine.
This young girl had a romantic affair with a Spanish lad, at that time, this was thought to be Oh! so bad.
So this poor child of only sixteen, married a friend she knew well, life can be mean.
Now this child fathered by the Spanish sailor, so long ago, was my grandfather’s great great grandmother, in that family direction.
So, my family and friends, do you see the connection.
My daughter was born with skin, olive coloured, the nurses said, jokingly, can you be this child’s mother.
I knew they knew without a doubt, as they were present when this child made her first shout.
I am going back now to my mother, to let you know, she had black hair and a window’s peak, as one sees in Spanish ladies, and again more interest, I can speak.
I have a cousin, also descendant in the same line, who also has a Spanish look, she is a beauty no doubt.
Myself, well, I do not have this look on the exterior, but in my heart and soul I feel that the frontier.
The land known as Espana has a draw for me, that country that lies far across the sea.

yvonne

For your interest

2011-10-24T12:11:00.000+01:00

Just forgot to tell you this, I found out for your interest. The word spinsters, comes from ladies who used to sit spinning all day in centuries past. The work to make wool from the sheep's fleece and to wind on bobbins takes hours and hours. They did not have time to get out and remained unmarried. We had a lady showing us all this at a meeting I went to last week. Also felt comes from the beginning when folk put wool into their shoes to keep their feet warm in cold weather. The sweat from the feet turns the wool into felt.

Yvonne

Primavera or Springtime

2011-10-21T09:46:00.002+01:00

Primavera, Primavera, how delightful you are.
I'm sure you are the finest Princess by far.
With your skirts of many shades of green.
Your blouse of pink and edged with cream.
Your eyes glow amber, like honey from the bees.
Your hair is golden, blowing in the breeze.
Your jacket is lemon, orange and purple too.
Your bonnet is a delicate shade of blue.
With your Poppy coloured mouth and peace blossom face.
You really are filled with majesty and grace.
As you walk you whisper, soft and low.
Leaving a sweet smelling fragrance, wherever you may go.
If a maiden so divine were to come your way.
You could be forgiven for asking her to stay.
I am so sorry, but this cannot be.
She must make way for the Queen of the summer mustn't she?

Yvonne (written in The Algarve in 1993)

Words written in 1997

2011-10-20T16:54:00.002+01:00

On this first day of the ninth month, nineteen hundred and ninety seven.
A few words of wisdom, of a simple kind, are floating around in my head.
I know they do not always listen, they do not mean to be unkind. By not paying attention to words I have said.
If a problem in your life does arise, one that might bring a tear to your eye. Weigh up the good with the bad, a thought worth thinking on, lassies and lads.
If you can walk be thankful, some people cannot this do.
If you can hear be grateful, to not hear the birds sing must be very hateful.
If you are free from pain, remember well, many suffer from pain every day, that on this earth do dwell.
So what am I saying?
If your good things, the bad outweigh.
Realise this and you will find your life more agreeable, throughout each day.

Yvonne

many thanks

2011-10-20T09:07:00.000+01:00

Thanks for the very encouraging comment by whoever you are. - Yvonne

Here we are again -

2011-10-19T18:12:00.002+01:00

Here we are again, at the bus stop outside our church to catch the No. 11 to Canterbury. Delightful journey. Each stop one can view a church and a country Inn, always in such pretty areas.

Churches and Pubs
No matter where you go throughout our isles, known as the U.K,
You will see sights we all love
Church Towers and Steeples, and Pubs that offer grub
Tall pinnacles that reach the sky
Square towers standing proud and high
Norman or Saxon built, telling us of early years
When we were invaded, imagine the fears
We have Cathedrals in the cities of our land
Showing us the skill of the stonemason’ plan
Near these landmarks built when we were not even a twinkle in any father’s eye
You’ll find the village pubs, some bearing historic names, of days gone by
The Bell in Minster, within the zone of the Church bells of old
If these walls could talk, what tales could be told
There are many signs that might sway in the wind, that a fine name may display
The Saddlers, The New Inn, The Saddlers you’ll find these along the way
You might see Moon and Seven stars, then The Red Lion, The Dog Inn, Duke William, Rose Inn, The Anchor Inn and Evenhill.
All bringing to the U.K. a certain charm, always will.
It would not be the same without the Pubs and the Church
As you drive along the motorways, the eyes don’t need to search
For where you see sights of an ancient frame built on consecrated ground
You know, quite near, there’ll be a pub, where good food and a pint
And a warm welcome, can always be found.
Churches so beautiful, at all the stops, some have a high steeple on top.
I saw Pheasants in the field, many Rabbits too, brown Calves, now standing, growing fast, and many sheep in the meadows as we drove past.

When in the City itself, after my visit to our Mother Church, the Cathedral, I strolled around the streets. Saw first time a pub named Thomas Beckett. What would Thomas have thought about this, do you think. Actually when he was friendly with his King, Henry II, they often had a drink together, so perhaps he would not mind. Of course we all know the dreadful disagreements these two noble gents had. “Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest”. I wear a little badge on my lapel of my jacket saying this, I purchased in the Cathedral, for 75p. In the Cathedral I always stand a while at the Martyrdom and think on the fact Henry really did not mean his knights to kill Thomas, it was a mistake and this was why Henry did penance by walking from St. Dunstan’s church on his knees to the gates of the Cathedral , imagine the pain, and he wore a hair shirt beneath his garments. I do believe the area known as The King’s Mile (Palace Street) could be the route where Henry undertook this penance.

After my time in the city, I took the bus to Ramsgate, and then the bus homewards. This second bus was twenty minutes late, the poor driver said his brakes failed, and he was so concerned, so had to wait for a new bus. I thanked him for his concern. He said if they had gone coming down the steep East Cliff at Ramsgate we would have all been swimming together in the sea in the harbour.
On the way home I took note again that the coast of France was clear on the horizon, and I thought again of the invaders who trod our shores. Romans, Normans, Saxons, and could have been Germany if Winston Churchill had not been so intelligent and saved us all.
Then on route homewards as we passed by St. Augustine’s Cross, I thought again about history etc., and this saintly man who brought Christianity to this part of our world.
The bus driver pulls up right by Rivers Court, my home, for which I thank him each time.
I must add here before I complete this work, that I commend once again the way the driver manages the extremely narrow lanes at Ickham etc., on the No. 11 bus, for which us Minster residents are so grateful.

Yvonne Chapman
Minster, Thanet.

The Pulpit in old days

2011-10-17T21:09:00.005+01:00

As promised - Yvonne - (been trying over an hour to upload these pictures - now success)

Yvonne (From a book I have just borrowed from our library I see that the name Selling the village one begins the walk to The Pulpit, means 'hall dwellers' perhaps denoting communal living.) Also I read that the wooded hill named Perry Wood was once the haunt of mesolithic man. Standing on the rim of this ancient hilltop the strategic importance of the site can be appreciated.

Sunday 16th October, Church Autumn Amble (St. Mary-the-Virgin), Minster.

2011-10-17T20:37:00.008+01:00

This walk was through unbelievable scenery, via Perry Wood to what is known as The Pulpit (Selling, Kent) Once I am told a Semaphore station stood here before electricity, and then a windmill, and now The Pulpit where the views are amazing and awe inspiring, 500 feet above sea level.

I am trying to add photo of The Pulpit in centuries past. -

Yvonne

More pictures of my walk today, Saturday

2011-10-15T15:09:00.005+01:00

Yvonne

October 15th 2011 walk -Saturday afternoon

2011-10-15T15:00:00.005+01:00

The Window of the cottage where I lived previously to Rivers Court. Just can see the window beneath the red roof of the white cottage. Here words I wrote a couple of years ago.

The Window - Saturday 6p.m.
As I walked between the tall Cattle Bean crops.
For a while from my strolling I stopped.
Across the countryside I could see.
A cottage with white painted walls, easily.
In the walls of this cottage a window I saw.
From which I used to look across the land, this I adored.
My desk was situated by this windowpane of glass.
I wrote many lines sitting there, in days gone past.
I carried on walking up the hill known as Way.
From the top I saw the white cliffs of France, clear as day.
From where I stood the sun was shining brightly on the white cliffs of chalk.
I said out loud, “how lovely", to myself I did talk.

Yvonne

More on our world - New Zealand evening - our morning

2011-10-15T09:39:00.003+01:00

Watching Rugby on T.V. from Aukland, New Zealand, 9a.m. here 9p.m. in evening there. Raining there, sunny here. France playing Wales in the World Cup. Just listened to the two country's National anthem, very stirring indeed. All singing with gusto, and pride.

I am never complacent about things like this.

Yvonne (Wales just scored a try)

I have spent much time in New Zealand, South Island, a beautiful country indeed.

The Chapter House, Canterbury Cathedral

2011-10-12T16:57:00.004+01:00

On my visit today, stood a while in the Chapter house, unbelievable it really is.
This is such a beautiful part of the Cathedral, awe inspiring. The Monks used to use this area to get ready for their daily work.
I can't describe the feeling that envelops me when I walk into this ancient religious building.

Now on a different subject, I was invited into to the Fudge Shop - eight young men wearing green clothes and boaters on heads were competing in a 'making fudge competition'. I stood and watched one young man, working at a large marble slab on which was a length of mixture that would be fudge after an hour of his work. He had a scoop and was scooping and folding the mixture whilst walkiing around the slab. Quite brilliant to watch. The finished project is delicious and we were all given a free sample taste.

I visited my two stop-overs one in the morning for a coffee, Pret-a-Manger,(or Ready to Eat) and one at lunch time Cafe 22, for my tea and snack for lunch. I had a wonderful visit once again, taking our new No. 11 bus to Canterbury from our village.

Young lady on the bus

2011-10-12T08:19:00.002+01:00

Yesterday on the bus I sat next to a young lady about 18 years, I should think. She began to speak to me, the bus was on the route that takes you to Margate Hospital. She said she had been on the bus three hours, from Dover, and had an appointment at the hospital. she had fallen asleep and passed her stop and had to go all around cliftonville and broadstairs and return to the hospital on route. I felt sorry for her she said she had been diagonsed with ~Chrones desease, and was going for some more tests. I thought to myself, as I felt a little down about something, how we must look around us and see those so much worse off than ourselves, and be grateful for what we have, especially in health matters.

(off to Canterbury today on the No. 11 bus from Minster to Canterbury, visiting our mother church of England, Canterbury Cathedral.) Remember I mentioned the other day about the gait of the Pilgims horses as they made their way to see Saint Thomas Beckett's tomb, they termed this pace as 'canter' - mazing isn't it. The word used now for the horse or pony at a certain speed.

Yvonne

Boulevarde Kiosk Cafe, Royal Ramsgate Harbour

2011-10-10T20:32:00.002+01:00

Delightful little stopping off cafe on the promenade of the east cliff, Royal Ramsgate Harbour. I sat there this afternoon by the golden sands and ocean, drinking a pleasant cuppa and eating a tasty snack. Try it sometime. Actually closing at end of October, perhaps get there before this, if not remember next springtime.

Yvonne

Words from the Heart

2011-10-10T08:52:00.001+01:00

The title of my new little collection is Words from the Heart
Which includes
The Messages of the flowers

One message the most poignant of all is one regarding The Passion Flower, the following words are not mine, but so beautiful I wish to include them here.

The spiralled tendrils – the lash of Christ’s scourging.

The central flower column – the pillar of the scourging.

The 72 radial filaments – the crown of thorns.

The top stigma – the three nails

The lower 5 anthers – the five wounds.

The Style – the sponge used to moisten Christ’s lips with vinegar.

The leaves (some species) – the head of the centurion’s spear.

The red stains – Christ’s blood drops.

The round fruit – the world Christ came to save.

The fragrance – the spices prepared by the Holy.

This book along with my other works is on the Minster library shelf.
Yvonne

We have a wonderful world. - Watching world Rugby 2011

2011-10-09T09:07:00.002+01:00

We have a wondeful world don't we, 8.30a.m. here - 8.30p.m. in New Zealand. All the teams from across the world have been competing for the World Cup. The South African team playing today against Australia. New Zealand against Argentina [- sadly England are out of the cup.)
The South African coach saying how he is suffered by media etc because of his colour, the first black coach ever, in South Africa. I just love the way sport brings all the nations of the world together. I love all sports, as does my beloved husband, cricket,football, tennis, golf, atheltics, equestrian as now with The Horse of the Year Show. All on tele, we have sky and skyplus and miss nothing. Also water sports and the snow sports. To watch the Maori on the field at the beginning of the match in Wellington blowing the national horn. Unbelievable sights. We hae visited New Zealand many times, a wonderful country and welcoming people. We love to hear all the National Anthems being sung at the beginning of each match. Heart sturring, without doubt. The Scottish, the Welsh, Irish, our own God Save the Queen. The New Zealand one unbelievable, and South Africa, French, Canadian, I could go on and on. Must stop now and get ready for Church. Bye for now,
Yvonne

The Country of my birth wears the Crown.

2011-10-08T08:33:00.001+01:00

THE “COUNTRY OF MY BIRTH, WEARS THE CROWN”.

Since I have, from New Zealand, returned.
I am even more thankful that I took the trouble to learn. How to operate a P.C.-
for this means, that, messages from across the world can be received,
via the “air waves”, not waves made by the sea, addressed to me.
People I’ve met, perhaps for only a brief encounter in “time’s scale”.
Have made a mark on my life, and I never fail.
To reply and let them know about our beautiful land.
Those in Holland, Switzerland, Australia, Japan.
We all exchange email addresses, now I’m sure you understand, my plan.
My replies to these pals, some in New Zealand dwell,
on those islands known as The Land of the Long White Cloud,
Where I am lucky to have “stayed a spell”.

My message to them all is as follows:-

Here in England, Skylarks rise from the new green shoots,
straight up they go on their ascending route.
Singing clearly as they rise,
up into the blue springtime skies.
The Songthrush’s soprano notes and the Blackbirds melodic skills,
all to be honest give my heart a thrill.
The Robin with red breast,
Linnets with rosy cap and chest.
Great tits and their blue cousins, Greenfinches with gold in their wings,
and Goldfinches with red faces, twitter and sing.
The attractive Jay flies past on broad wings, with his landmark of a rump bright as snow.
Then the tiny Jenny Wren, always calls a cheery “hello”.
Not forgetting the Green Woodpecker who continually laughs his yelping cry,
a most interesting bird, I know he lives close by.
I explain the way all the springtime blossoms and flowers of so many colours and perfumes,
that decorate our gardens and countryside, with such wonderful blooms.
I end with words that confirm a statement I have so often written down.
That “the country of my birth, wears the crown”.

Yvonne

Ramsgate Royal Harbour

2011-10-06T20:46:00.000+01:00

Looked beautiful today = Yvonne