Saturday, 25 August 2012

Sepia Saturday 140; Weddings;

My mother and my father; wedding 1933

My mother was 23 and my father 30 years old.  My mother wore a black dress and a white embroidered veil.  I remember the veil and also the headband with the flowers.
They were tucked away in box tied with a pretty ribbon. I also remember,  the art deco brooch she was wearing with quite a long pearl necklace.


My mother's sister Helen and Thomas married in 1936
This is a true sepia photo. Helen does not wear a veil. She is wearing a silk dress, but also not white. the dress is embellished with lace at the front. 

Anna and Simon were married  1939;
Simon was my mother's younger brother.
Simon was conscripted into the German army and died in Russia in 1944. He was a driver in the war.
Anna wears a white wedding dress and also a veil. All the brides carry white roses. 
Anna never married again and had no children.

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Friday, 24 August 2012

Friday; Not by bread alone;

©Photo/Text Ts

I harvested the first Roma tomatoes. I roasted them with Olive oil and lots of Thyme in the oven at 180 C until they were soft and juicy. Mixed them with  the spaghetti and Basil leaves and dinner was ready in no time; it was can ask ML who came by at lunch time and ate the leftovers. No Parmesan cheese was needed it would have interfered with the fine taste of the roasted tomatoes

"Not by Bread alone" written by  Vladimir Dimitrievich;  (the meaning, individual man can not just live on bread, he needs more in his life then food) 

I read this book in the early sixties.

Vladimir Dimitrievich; July 29, 1918 - July 23, 1998) was a Ukrainian-born Russian writer who gained fame for his 1956 novel, Not by Bread Alone, published at the time of the Khrushchev Thaw.
Dudintsev, the son of a member of the gentry, attended law school in Moscow and fought during the second world war. After the war, he became a reporter and writer.
Inspired by Soviet apparatchiks refusing to credit a report of a deposit of nickel because Soviet dogma said it was impossible, Dudintsev wrote Not by Bread Alone, the tale of an engineer who is frustrated by bureaucrats when he attempts to bring forth his invention. The novel sparked wild enthusiasm among the Soviet population. Official reaction soon turned against the book, and Dudintsev suffered years of poverty, and was only able to publish occasional works. As the USSR tottered, in 1987, Dudintsev published a novel, The White Robes, for which he was awarded a State Prize the following year. He died in 1998.

More about this  Author  here

 Vladimir Dimitrievich  
Born 29/07/1918

Died 23/07 1998 

Thursday, 23 August 2012

Thursday; hugs;

Hugs for Life; 

“Such as we are made of, such we be.”
-William Shakespeare 


Wednesday, 22 August 2012

Wednesday; Leo;

My garden/Australian native flower/ Grevillia Misty;

Leo, Happy Birthday!

‘The course of true love never did run smooth.’
William Shakespeare; A Midsummer Night's Dream Act 1, scene 1, 


Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Tuesday; a walk in the village cont.

Ponds and new plantings of trees, a heaven for wildlife;

I live opposite this lovely place,  between the trees is just a little of the roof visible;

The village green; doesn't this scene make  one want to  run, skip and jump... and play with a big red ball?

Trees provide a great play area;

Native, pink  Strawflowers in a garden;

Not much traffic, we saw a couple of cars and  a man on a horse;

Back at our doorstep.

Monday, 20 August 2012

Monday; a walk in the village;

On Saturday, Fabrizia and I went for a walk in the Eco Village; I walked, Fabrizia took her scooter as it is save there to use it, lots of small pathways and  practically no traffic...nor pedestrians. In fact it was so quiet, we heard the twitter of the  tiny honey birds in the trees and bushes surrounding the gardens...

Hello visitors, welcome;
It is a very friendly place where wildlife is welcome;
Whimsical art on pathways;

" is so beautiful and fun.."

I wished I had a scooter...

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continued tomorrow..