Easter Sunday; all about Easter

The Eeaster bunny brought me a golden Easter bunny, one of his more posh relatives!

My grandchildren were happy with their Easter baskets.

It is all good fun, but then Easter Celebration is much more then receiving chocolate eggs.



The Easter Flower
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly 
My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground, 
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily 
Soft-scented in the air for yards around; 


Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf! 
Just like a fragile bell of silver rime, 
It burst the tomb for freedom sweet and brief 
In the young pregnant year at Easter time; 


And many thought it was a sacred sign, 
And some called it the resurrection flower; 
And I, a pagan, worshiped at its shrine, 
Yielding my heart unto its perfumed power.


 Claude McKay





Beethoven's wonderful Ode to Joy;

Freude, schöner Götterfunken*
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!
Deine Zauber binden wieder
Was die Mode streng geteilt;
Alle Menschen werden Brüder,
Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.

Joy, beautiful spark of the gods*
Daughter of Elysium,
We enter, drunk with fire,
Heavenly one, your sanctuary!
Your magic reunites
What custom strictly divided.
All men become brothers,
Where your gentle wing rests.

©Photos Ts

Thursday; sad; "spend and done";

SAD; a capricious word, as it quivers and waits

 on the edge of one's being;

 to erupt in solitude.

 It  haunts all smiles and doles out fears,

it robs all laughter 

and dances on tears. Ts

Photo/Words  ©Ts

Wednesday; shadow play;

Are you back or never?

Shadow of a bird,

 flying here and flying there;

On this twisted, unsung day

do you really care?

Photo/Words ©Ts

Sepia Saturday 119 Work;

My father in the black jumper,he was always standing straight, never leaning, with some workmen in the woods,  here it seems they have a "smoko". I always liked this photo because it looks so relaxed and friendly.

He always told us to stand straight and not to lean!!

My father was not a smoker and not a drinker; he also did not like work in the office. He always made sure that he could spend a lot of time outside. When I was small he always took me for walks  into the forest and told me the names of the trees and showed me were the badgers lived.When I was older he taught me to shoot. He praised me when I made a good mark.  But there was no shooting birds or any animals. It was purely for sport, and he thought it was good if a girl or woman could also handle a gun with responsibility!

I think this photo is probably around 1933.

My grandmother of my fathers side with two of  her farmhands "making hay".

She was a  tiny woman with lots of stamina, always working hard, she was the  one to look after 

the farm, house, and children. 

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Friday; Grandparents day at Somerset College;

Today was again Grandparents Day and Easter celebration  at Somerset college.

Grandparents day up to year 5, my youngest grandchild is now in year 3 so I will have two more years to attend this special day.

Fabrizia at her desk.

First we were treated to a concert by Year 11 students. Then the grandchildren came to meet us and accompanied us to the classroom where ...

....we made a crossword and baked a carrot cake for the Easter bunny!

Afterwe finished  we were treated to Morning Tea; after that we went to the great Hall to watch the Easter hat parade!

Grandparents brought their Easter hats and had as much fun as the children.

Somerset College a great school; here is a link Somerset College;

Monday; Fairy tale;

Flying to Rainbow;

.... they met by coincidence. Where are you flying to? I am traveling to Rainbow; ah, interesting, I am visiting there as well, it is a cheerful and beautiful place.That was fast;  we, are already landing; It really looks beautiful, different to any place I have been. Where are you staying? I am staying in that  dreamy, yellow house over there, draped with pink and purple Bougainvillea. How extraordinary it is my destination too.  I am glad I met you, let me help you with your luggage, as we are going to the same place.  It is such a pretty place, look at the Jasmine creeping through the windows and Almond trees have showered their frothy petals over the door steps.  How lovely the sun sets, pink and blue, green  and gold ; two grey heads leaning towards each other, holding hands with a knowing and soft understanding. A glass of red, a cuddle here and a whisper there, the fish frying, bravely overdone and the salad greens waiting with wilting leaves while they dance and flirt in a yellow house scented with Jasmine in the late spring afternoon.

This is a Fairy tale, any resemblance to actual persons is purely coincidental.

♥

Dedicated to all oldies young at heart.

©Ts 

Sepia Saturday 118; Going out;

Probably 1932

My mother, Rosalia, right and her older sister Victoria. 

I guess on a Sunday outing.

Probably 1938

My aunt Helene her daughter Gerlinde and her nephew Joseph;

I do not know where they went, perhaps to a wedding or to a christening.

Summer 1948

My younger sister and I, going out;

Sunday dress, white socks and white shoes

Going out  to a School reunion 1969

From left, I, my school friend Guido and my best friend Margrit.

That's all from me,  Going out;

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