Almost, but not quite!

I might have been Canadian!

My Mum was born in London, Ontario, of British parents, but returned to England as a tiny girl. She had a Canadian birth certificate.



Thank you

This is my 500th post!

At least, that is what WordPress analytics tells me.  Although, when I checked, the figures add up to 503.

Not that I’m counting!

I have never been bothered about the statistics of my blogging, although I am surprised by the number who read my blog.

I do it for me – not for you – not for kudos – not because I want acclamation – purely because I want to.

I spend far more time on WordPress than I should. I sometimes neglect other, more important, things, but I enjoy it!

I love all of you who are reading this.  I love some of you who are not reading this. Some sites I read every single post, others I read only occasionally.

If you follow me, I will not necessarily follow you.

I worry about some of you out there.

I am particularly concerned when bloggers disappear but fully understand the reasons why. Anyway, it has nothing to do with me. But I still worry!

There are brilliant wordsmiths here, fine minds, successful authors, stupendous poets, fine artists, great photographers. People who stretch their own limits, and also mine.

Some comment threads turn into real conversations, some turn into flirting. Not mine, I hasten to add (although, to be honest…….)

Some blogs that I follow are so prolific, and so good, that I have to curtail my reading of them, very reluctantly! (but only temporarily)

I did check through the WordPress statistics and found the following:

  1. The most views (86) prize went to a re blog of a poem on March 17th 2016.  A worthy winner!
  2. I have one post that received NO LIKES whatever – you can rectify that by going to 16th September 2015!
  3. I started blogging on 11th September 2014 by telling how I had lost my big sister!

So, there you have it. My 500th post. Not very exciting, but factual.

It just remains for me to say a BIG THANK YOU for your being there, for reading my blog, for being my friend, for giving me interesting and informative posts to read.(and, honestly, I will eventually let you know why I was crawling under the Queen’s bed!)


Sunday sayings #34


Life was oh so simple once, I knew its every whim,

but now it seems we need more rules, it’s getting really grim.

What became of common sense, fair play, and honesty?

We seem to have forgotten just how precious life can be!


The youngsters blame the older folk, the oldsters blame the young,

what became of tolerance, we’re all so highly strung?

We seem to analyse each move, and everything we do.

I used to understand my world but now I have no clue!

Parking the mind

I particularly enjoy the poetry of Frank Hubeny, and he often includes a recording of his reading of his original work. He normally includes his own photographs to enhance the overall experience, and they are always a delight.

I wish I had his talent.

Today, he posted Walking to the Botanic Garden, a haibun, which combines prose and haiku. I know it sounds complicated but, believe me, it isn’t. As usual, Frank began, and ended, with his own photographs that perfectly frame the whole experience.  Follow the link, above, to see why I love Frank’s poems.

I commented on today’s haibun as follows:

I don’t park my mind, I just let it wander all by itself. Not only does it seem perfectly capable of wandering during the day, but it also wanders a great deal most nights too, and it is kind to me in that it holds the memories for me to consider later!

That struck me as profound,  and I thought I should record the thought, if only for my own peace of mind!

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 25/02/18 – Letters

SLSHelen’s theme for this week is letters.

As I left home at the tender age of 16, to join the Army, letters were very important to me. I must admit I wasn’t very good at writing them but I did so love to receive them.

In later years I wrote to my fiancé, less than I should have, and managed to avoid direct involvement in arrangements for our wedding, as I was overseas. Letters were thus very important in the process. (Younger readers please note – no mobile phones,  no dedicated landline phone, and very expensive call charges!)

My Mum kept all the letters I wrote, for many years afterwards. Unfortunately, they were eventually disposed of so they are just a fond memory.

Letters to Mum, military service, and being parted by continents, leads to my choice of music for this week, Letters from War. I hope you enjoy it.

Letters From War

Mark Schultz

She walked to the mailbox
On that bright summer's day
Found a letter from her son
In a war far away

He spoke of the weather
And good friends that he'd made
Said I've been thinkin' bout dad
And the life that he had
That's why I'm here today

Then at the end he said
You are what I'm fighting for
It was the first of his
Letters from war

She started writing you're good
And you're brave
What a father that
You'll be someday
Make it home
Make it safe

She wrote every night as she prayed

Late in December 
A day she'll not forget
Oh her tears stained the paper
With every word that she read

It said, I was up on a hill
I was out there alone
When the shots all rang out
And bombs were exploding
And that's when I saw him
He came back for me
And though he was captured 
A man set me free

And that man was your son
He asked me to write to you
I told him I would
Oh I swore
It was the last of the letters from war

And she prayed he was living
She kept on believing
And wrote every night just so say

You are good 
And you're brave 
What a father that you'll be someday
Make it home 
Make it safe

Still she kept writing each day

And then two years later
Autumn leaves all around
A car pulled in the driveway
And she fell to the ground

And out stepped a Captain
Where her boy used to stand
He said mom I'm following orders
From all of your letters
And I've come home again

He ran into hold her
He dropped all his bags 
On the floor
Holding all of her letters from war

Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home

Holding all of her letters from war

Songwriters: Cindy Morgan / Cindy Lavonne Morgan / Mark Schultz / Mark Mitchell Schultz

Letters From War lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 21/01/18 – Comfort

SLSHelen’s theme this week had my mind rushing off, at breakneck speed, to a namesake of mine, Iain Matthews, who, after singing with Fairport Convention, formed his own group, in 1969, called Matthews’ Southern Comfort.

Matthews’ Southern Comfort had only one commercial success, a cover version of Woodstock, and that is available to hear below. The lyrics can be found at the bottom of the post.

I’ve included a second recording of Iain Matthews singing with Sandy Denny. Viewing may be restricted in some areas, but it is really worth trying to find another source if that is at the case. It really shows off his great singing voice.

Iain Matthews may be someone you have never heard of, but his career has been a successful one, and continues to this day.



Matthews’ Southern Comfort

I came upon a child of God 
He was walking along the road 
When I asked him where are you going 
This he told me. 

I’m going down to Yasgurs farm 
Think I’ll join a rock and roll band 
I’ll camp out on the land 
I’ll try and set my soul free. 

We are stardust, we are golden 
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden. 
Then can I walk beside you 
I have come here to lose the smog 

And I feel just like a cog in something turning. 
Well maybe its the time of year 
Or maybe its the time of man 
And I don’t know who I am 

But lifes for learning. 
We are stardust, we are golden 
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden. 
By the time I got to Woodstock 

They were half a million strong 
Everywhere there were songs and celebration 
And I dreamed I saw the bombers 
Riding shotgun in the sky 

Turning into butterflies 
Above our nation. 
We are stardust, we are golden 
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden. 

We are stardust, we are golden 
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden. 
We are stardust, we are golden 
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Songwriter: Joni Mitchell

Woodstock lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Crazy Crow Music / Siquomb Music Publishing