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Saturday, 21 July 2012

Sepia Saturday 135; School Health Fairy;

I have never heard of or seen a School Health Fairy. Here is my family munching on healthy treats. I have changed the photos to Sepia!



1992; my grandson Lucian munching on a piece of Watermelon. When we went out to eat in a restaurant he never wanted sweets for dessert, he always preferred a piece of fruit or a fruit salad. 


I think 1993  my daughter and Lucian in the vegetable garden. He loved to go into the veggie garden, loved  to pick and eat tomatoes, carrots, sugar peas even beans. Lilli is eating a radish...Lucian peeps out from behind the tomato bushes.


Washing the tiny carrots for Lucian..


1997; family,  enjoying eating water melons.




2005; my granddaughter Fabrizia, was fascinated with the Doctor's bag, next generation MD's. 


Unfortunately I have never met a school health fairy so this contribution will have to do.
Click the link please and you might be lucky to meet  a few.



Friday, 20 July 2012

Friday; Wild Rose;


Photo from my garden

Perfumed Darling
of cloudy winter days, blue spring skies and summer rains
 velvety petals
sweet and pretty
my wild rose.



© Text/Photo Titania






Link  Poetic Takeaway's; a trivial world of words;

Wednesday, 18 July 2012

Wednesday; The good bread;



I like to make up my own recipes.
Recipe for this one; all organic ingredients;

My recipes are wrist x π!  The dough must not be sticky it must be smooth and pliable.

500g plain flour
1 heaped tblsp spelt flour
1 heaped tblsp yellow maize flour
1 heaped tblsp  oatmeal
1 tblsp ground flaxseed
1tblsp sunflower seed
1tblsp pepitas (green pumpkin seed 
1/2 a handful shelled walnuts
2 teasp sea salt
2 teasp granulated yeast
1teasp bread improver (makes the bread soft and a beautiful crust, but not to hard)
ca 350ml tepid water  (perhaps a bit more depending on the flour.

mix and knead 
leave to rise in a warm place.

form breads and bake on low shelf  220C  for 2 small breads ca. 35 minutes.
or
keep the dough in the fridge for a few days it will improve in taste.







Tuesday, 17 July 2012

Tuesday; Garden boo-boos;


Innocent looking with tiny razor sharp teeth and claws.



I know, It is my fault; I should wear my long sleeved gloves, or a long sleeved shirt;  I KNOW!



Problems are only opportunities with thorns on them.



Monday, 16 July 2012

Sunday, 15 July 2012

Saturday, 14 July 2012

Sepia Saturday 134; Prams;


My elder sister; 1935;  I remember  this  park, as a child I went for walks there with my mother; she seemed to like this place, as we always went there.  



This is also my sister, there are many photos of her like this but not in the pram.  Not many of myself as in the war  years my mother did not have films for her camera. After the war there were many photos again.Alas I was  6 years old and not in a pram anymore!








Tuesday, 10 July 2012

Tuesday; What's good for the goose is good for the gander;

Bookshelf




Lyrics Alley  by Leila Aboulela




The story is set in 1950s Sudan.


It is a glimpse into another culture. Mahmoud Bey has two wifes. Mahmouds first wife is uneducated,  superstitious and confined to her open air kitchen. While his second wife is a modern, educated Egyptian  woman, but she is mainly occupied with trivial things like fashion and everything western she embraces wholeheartedly. She moved to the Sudan, but hates it there and would like to move back to cosmopolitan Cairo.



What's good for the goose is good for the gander, the meaning of it:
What is good for a man is equally good for a woman; or, what a man can have or do, so can a woman have or do 


A culture who puts their women on the back burner looses. 


I also think the custom of marrying first cousins is not healthy. Also marrying the girls off at an early age is not  healthy and it is cruel. 


 Adolescent mothers face a higher risk of obstructed labour than women in their twenties. Without adequate emergency obstetric care, this can lead to uterine rupture and a high risk of death for both mother and infant. For those who survive, prolonged labour can cause obstetric fistula, which is a tear between the vagina and the bladder or the rectum, causing urine or faeces to leak. In Ethiopia and Nigeria, more than 25% of fistula patients had become pregnant before the age of 15 and more than 50% before the age of 18. Although the problem can be rectified with surgery, treatment is not widely available in most countries where fistula occurs and millions of women are left to suffer with a condition that leads to incontinence, bad odours and other side-effects including psychological problems and social isolation.

Also the circumcision of girls  (I personally also think of boys) is a terrible, barbaric act still practiced by certain cultures and religions.  It is an interference where the child has no say and is lumbered with a stupid, superstitious  decision, as long as she or he lives dictated by a culture or religion.


 I guess humanity has a long way to go to find Enlightenment.

©Titania;  My opinion.

Sunday, 8 July 2012

Sunday; "tying the knot";

It turned out, that after rain during the night, Saturday morning greeted us with a blue sky and sun which was fantastic because the wedding celebration of Lilli &Bill was held in the garden of MarieL  and  Brendan.
Everything turned out to be perfect, so lovely to meet up with old and new friends.



Ready for the guests to arrive... family and very good friends...




A toast to the future...

Thursday, 5 July 2012

Thursday; what's in a name;



Juliet:
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."

W.Shakespeare; Romeo and Juliet  Act 2 Scene 2


A garden generally represents its creator; it should be alluring with a  romantic blend; 

Unabashed and a little extreme,with a sense of adventure; Titania





.....pick, girl, the roses...




© Titania  Photo from my Garden.

Wednesday, 4 July 2012

Wednesday; Sisters;



"Friends come and go, but  Sisters are FOREVER!"

My girls in the seventies.



...under the apple tree...



©Titania


Tuesday, 3 July 2012

Tuesday; Calendula;


Sweet Calendula of gentle virtue,
Delightful colour of exuberance,
Rich and helpful in every way
Filled with bounty and held very dear.
Calendulas never die to cause pain
They reseed, for comfort, delight, compose
Their roots again.

© Titania; Photo; Text.


Monday, 2 July 2012

Monday; Dear P.L. Dunbar;


Perfumed Delight from my garden;


A SONG

  Thou art the soul of a summer's day,
  Thou art the breath of the rose.
      But the summer is fled
      And the rose is dead
  Where are they gone, who knows, who knows?

  Thou art the blood of my heart o' hearts,
  Thou art my soul's repose,
      But my heart grows numb
      And my soul is dumb
  Where art thou, love, who knows, who knows?

  Thou art the hope of my after years--
  Sun for my winter snows
      But the years go by
      'Neath a clouded sky.
  Where shall we meet, who knows, Who knows?

P.L Dunbar


Many poems of Paul have a tinge of nostalgia, sadness , but still  uplifting kind  thoughts. He died young, at 33 Years of Tuberculosis.  He had not an easy life, as the white society was so blatantly racist. He had quite a struggle to be recognized .  Now his poetry is up there with the best, loved and honoured.




Sunday, 1 July 2012

Sunday; Never on Sunday;


It was fun and a wonderful time! 



I wanted to upload the video but it said it was to small! Go and watch it; memories...




Saturday, 30 June 2012

Sepia Saturday 132; Tennis;


Evonne Fay Goolagong Cawley, AO, MBE (born 31 July 1951) is a former World No. 1 Australian female tennis player. She was one of the world's leading players in the 1970s and early 1980s, when she won 14 Grand Slam titles: seven in singles (four Australian Open, two Wimbledon and one French Open), six in women's doubles, and one in mixed doubles.


Evonne Goolagong was ranked number one in the world for two weeks in 1976, though it was not reported at the time because incomplete data were used to calculate the rankings.
This was discovered in December 2007, 31 years later. She was the 16th woman to hold the top spot.

Goolagong is the third of eight children from an Australian Aboriginal family. Her parents, Kenny Goolagong and Melinda, are members of the Wiradjuri people.
She was born in Griffith, New South Wales, and grew up in the small country town of Barellan. Although Aboriginal people faced widespread discrimination in rural Australia at this time, Goolagong was able to play tennis in Barellan from childhood thanks to a kindly resident, Bill Kurtzman, who saw her peering through the fence at the local courts and encouraged her to come in and play.
 In 1967, Vic Edwards, the proprietor of a tennis school in Sydney, was tipped off by two of his assistants and travelled to Barellan to take a look at the young Evonne Goolagong and immediately saw her potential. He persuaded Goolagong's parents to allow her to move to Sydney, where she attended Willoughby Girls High School. Here, she completed her School Certificate in 1968 and was at the same time coached by Edwards, and lived in his household.





My old tennis racket, it has seen a lot of action. I loved a good game of tennis, I used to play 2-3 times a week. 




The old roller;





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Friday, 29 June 2012

Friday; Bookshelf;


My library,  just going to clean it up this morning, it was a bit windy yesterday....

Read again a wonderful book by Victoria Hislop.


Thessaloniki 1917
As Dimitris Komninos is born, a devastating fire sweeps through the thriving greek city were Christians, Jews and Muslims live side by side. Five years later Katerina Sarafoglou’s home in Asia Minor is destroyed by the
Turkish army. Losing her mother in the chaos…

A powerful tale of love, loyalty and loss.



Thursday, 28 June 2012

Thursday; scarves;


This scarf is feather light and it will dress up any T, blouse or dress; it is fairly long so it can go a couple of times around the neck. 
I have always liked scarves. My mother was the same she had so many beautiful ones. They were mainly square, while I prefer the long ones. 
Winter is the perfect time to wear these wonderful accessories. Fashionable and practical at the same time.

I bought these two today,  it said one for $12.50 or two for $ 12.00, well as I am pretty good at math I took the two!! I guess they want to get rid of them before spring comes and this is pretty clever advertising.
I am wearing the tube scarf now and it is really nice and comfortable and looks also good.



This is a tube scarf; easy to wear, light and cozy around the neck.




See what I mean, I am wearing them all the time.

Wednesday, 27 June 2012

Wednesday; Morning;


Good morning; an egg from my diligent hens and  fresh bread from the oven;
a good breakfast makes the day.


An old saying;  well I guess it is the old rhyme which might hold a kernel of truth. "Early to bed and early to rise makes one healthy, happy and wise.


My old friend has to say this about morning, he never disappoints...

The town was glad with morning light; places that had shown ugly and distrustful all night long, now wore a smile; and sparkling sunbeams dancing on chamber windows, and twinkling through blind and curtain before sleepers' eyes, shed light even into dreams, and chased away the shadows of the night.
  ~Charles Dickens, The Old Curiosity Shop







Saturday, 23 June 2012

Sepia Saturday 131; Fun at the fair;


Knabenschiessen

Knabenschiessen is a traditional target shooting competition in Zürich .held on the second weekend of September each year. The festival, officially held for the first time in 1889, is one of the oldest in Switzerland, dating back to the 17th century
The competition is open to 13-17 year old, who either reside or are enrolled in a school in the canton of Zürich. Originally reserved for boys (German: Knaben, Plural, Singular der Knabe).
The competition has been open to female participants since 1991. The shooting is with the Swiss Army ordonnance rifle, SIG SG 550. The competition is held in the shooting range at Albisgüetli to the south-west of the city center, on the slope of Üetliberg.

Traditionally it is surrounded by a large fair.


I wished I had some of the photos, my mother made when I was a child and attended many fairs with her..
I went to fairs with my children, but I did not made photographs.




Two amateurish videos when I was in SWL and my cousins took me to the Fair in the Albisgüetli. It shows a little of the surroundings and the fair.





I have now managed to upload the videos. Enjoy. They are 1 minute each.







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Wednesday, 20 June 2012

Wednesday; peace;


This morning when I went in to the garden, I noticed the flowers of this Hawaiian Hibiscus. The cold  has added  to its white flowers a deep pink flush. It looked so beautiful and peaceful under the early morning sun. Small wonders of nature lets one feel utterly content and happy.

Tuesday, 19 June 2012

Tuesday; Sunday's Soup dinner, revisited...


Simple and nothing fancy... for a Goulash soup dinner.


The soup, made after an old family recipe does not need any commercial additives like stock cubes.

It needs, beef about 150 to 200 g per person cut into cubes.
2 medium potatoes and a couple of large carrots, 2 big onions.
3-4 tblsp sweet paprika, home made herb salt,  1 tblsp organic tomato paste,  my secret ingredient add 1 tbsp  of  a very good curry powder  while braising meat and onions;  a few laurel leaves dried or fresh; Water;  sour cream and hot chilie jam served extra to spice up the soup for the ones who like it HOT!


Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish, 
Game, or any other dish? 
Who would not give all else for two 
Pennyworth only of Beautiful Soup? 
Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup?

From a poem by Louis Carroll.




Fresh bread from the oven is a must!



A couple of reds; Coonawarra was always a palatable wine, this one was a nice Shiraz and went well with the soup.


Dessert was Almond Orange cake. This was the leftover..

As we have now so many Navel Oranges, I cooked two big oranges skin and all as they are not sprayed  nor waxed, until pulpy  and mixed  them  with 250 g of ground almonds, 150 g caster sugar  and 5 whole eggs' and 1 teasp, baking powder; presto, bake on 190 C for  at least half  an Hour. Top with a chocolate ganache made from 100 g of Lind 85 % cocoa  a small lump of butter and some cream. You can make this cake a few days ahead as it is getting better day by day!



At this time the guests have left...

All had a jolly good time!

Saturday, 16 June 2012

Sepia Saturday 130; Good by or Hello!




'Parting is such sweet sorrow' (Juliet, Act 2 Scene 1)

Perhaps the most well known "Goodbye"!


Romeo and Juliet Balcony Scene by Frank Dicksee












A well known scene at airports;

At Zurich Kloten airport my sister and I saying Hello, it was in 1990




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Thursday, 14 June 2012

Thursday; Lorca;

Federico del Sagrado Corazón de Jesús García Lorca was a Spanish poet, dramatist and theatre director. García Lorca achieved international recognition as an emblematic member of the Generation of '27.
He may have been shot by anti-communist forces during the Spanish Civil War. 
In 2008, a Spanish judge opened an investigation into Lorca's death. The Garcia Lorca family eventually dropped objections to the excavation of a potential gravesite near Alfacar. However, no human remains were found. 




Early years
García Lorca was born on 5 June 1898, in Fuente Vaqueros, a small town a few miles west of Granada, southern Spain. His father, Federico García Rodríguez, was a landowner with a farm in the fertile vega surrounding Granada and a comfortable villa in the heart of the city. García Rodríguez saw his fortunes rise with a boom in the sugar industry. García Lorca's mother, Vicenta Lorca Romero, was a teacher and gifted pianist. In 1909, when the boy was 11, his family moved to the city of Granada. For the rest of his life, he maintained the importance of living close to the natural world, praising his upbringing in the country. In 1915, after graduating from secondary school, García Lorca attended Sacred Heart University. During this time his studies included law, literature and composition. Throughout his adolescence he felt a deeper affinity for theatre and music than literature, training fully as a classical pianist, his first artistic inspirations arising from the scores of Debussy, Chopin and Beethoven. Later, with his friendship with composer Manuel de Falla Spanish folklore became his muse. García Lorca did not begin a career in writing until his piano teacher died in 1916 and his first prose works such as "Nocturne", "Ballade" and "Sonata" drew on musical forms. García Lorca traveled throughout Castile, Léon, and Galicia, in northern Spain, with a professor of his university, who also encouraged him to write his first book, Impresiones y Paisajes (Impressions and Landscapes – published 1918). Don Fernando de los Rios persuaded García Lorca's parents to allow the boy to enrol at the progressive, Oxbridge-inspired Residencia de estudiantes in Madrid in 1919.


"The terrible, cold, cruel part is Wall Street. Rivers of gold flow there from all over the earth, and death comes with it. There, as nowhere else, you feel a total absence of the spirit: herds of men who cannot count past three, herds more who cannot get past six, scorn for pure science and demoniacal respect for the present. And the terrible thing is that the crowd that fills the street believes that the world will always be the same and that it is their duty to keep that huge machine running, day and night, forever." - Federico Garcia Lorca  - Spanish Poet and Playwright  - 1898-1936

Nothing has changed, nor will it ever change; it can only get worse and it has, as long as the  common people are locked in trivial pursuits and are bearing their load and think it is normal to have overlords who drown in wealth while they drown in mire. Titania©

Dawn

Dawn in New York has
four columns of mire
and a hurricane of black pigeons
splashing in the putrid waters.

Dawn in New York groans
on enormous fire escapes
searching between the angles
for spikenards of drafted anguish.

Dawn arrives and no one receives it in his mouth
because morning and hope are impossible there:
sometimes the furious swarming coins
penetrate like drills and devour abandoned children.

Those who go out early know in their bones
there will be no paradise or loves that bloom and die:
they know they will be mired in numbers and laws,
in mindless games, in fruitless labors.

The light is buried under chains and noises
in the impudent challenge of rootless science.
And crowds stagger sleeplessly through the boroughs
as if they had just escaped a shipwreck of blood. 

Federico García Lorca