The Eyes Have It!

THE EYES HAVE IT!

'Doctor! Doctor!' Charlie cried, bursting in without a warning.
I have this dreadful affliction that attacks me every morning.
'I wake up feeling normal, but, as time comes to pass,
I wander into the bathroom and look in the looking glass!
And then this awful sense of dread somehow steals over me!
From then on I'm depressed all day! Whatever can it be?
'There, there' said the doctor.'There's nothing I can do.
You simply have a phobia brought on by a mirror's view.
Why don't you try dark glasses or an all-encompassing hood!
One thing about your problem!
At least your eyesight's good!

Forty Years On!

Circa 1970

Rebecca and Greg

FORTY YEARS ON!

Why publish a faded photograph which isn't up to much?

Let's say it could well have done with a proper photographer's touch!

Well, it all began with 'trousers' and Max at Xmas Time;

Looking at Max brought on this picture and its little rhyme.

Max wears the 'long shorts' that are 'in', reaching way below the knee

And he never looked much like his Dad, leastwise, not to me.

Max, Greg's son.

But on Xmas Morning he appeared in pyjamas on the street,

And, dressed in little boxer shorts, he looked very sweet.

Suddenly I was transported to a time long, long ago

When shorts always ended above the knee and never down below.

That look!

Suddenly Max and Gregory (yes, that's him, the watchful Dad)

Were linked by navy-blue T-shirts and the 'boxers' that they had.

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Some things never change, though. Greg still looks sour as sour

When a certain maternal photographer has him in her power!

And Rebecca, the big sister, still does her best to smile

And Max still looks adorable whatever the fashion style.

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Greg actually smiling at the camera here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-greg.html

Trampled Underfoot!

COLOR CARNIVAL

http://colorcarnivalmeme.blogspot.com/

TRAMPLED UNDERFOOT!

In a little suburban street

A mosaic stepped on by many feet.

Trampled upon, a work of art,

Maybe gazed at, at the start,

But now passed by! No admiration!

Someone took pains with this creation,

Looked to Nature to be inspired!

Was with creative passion fired!

After the earthquake*, art was needed.

Beautification plans were heeded.

Mosaics suddenly appeared

When the rubble had been cleared.

Dotted along the pavements see

Examples of the artistry.

But now it's all a bit ho-hum.

People go and people come.

Rushing past to do their shopping,

Never remarking, never stopping.

Only a blogging type like me

Takes the time to stop and see!

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Beaumont Street, my favourite Newcastle street, was wrecked by an earthquake in 1989. Only 12 people died city-wide, but Beaumont Street had to be re-built.
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Something else we see every day in the street here:
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/157lollipop-lady.html

Almost

WEEKEND REFLECTIONS

http://newtowndailyphoto.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-day-weekend-reflections-15.html

ALMOST!

If I'd shifted to the right

With a movement merely slight

This would have been a triptych,

Much to my delight!

But with just a passing glance

I missed the perfect chance.

So I didn't shoot a triptych;

Just a silly circumstance!

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A 'comment' reveals I'm far from deft!
I should have shifted to the left!

A famous reflection here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/narcissus.html

Bardinas

KRAZY KITCHEN

http://thekrazykitchen.blogspot.com/ 

BARDINAS

A sandwich can be ho-hum and not worth thinking of,

But Bardinas are the sandwiches you're very sure to love!

The ingredients may shock you, but  we know you'll love the taste

And not one single little crumb will ever go to waste.

Fry sardines (yes, fry them) with oysters and with bacon.

The aroma will be captivating if I'm not mistaken!

Add the peas and garlic until they're heated through.

You're nearly there! There's really not a great deal more to do!

Take two slices of toasted bread; spread one with cheese and sauce.

Top it with sardine mixture, then the other toast, of course.

Eat it very quickly before it's snatched away!

This will be a recipe you'll use another day!

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INGREDIENTS

3 rashers chopped bacon. 1/2 can peas. Tin sardines in tomato sauce. Tin smoked oysters.

Minced garlic to taste. Toast.  Grated cheddar cheese. Favourite tangy sauce.

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Oysters feature in this joke here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/02/302-last-word.html

See tomorrow's blog for a little nonsense.

Take-Off!

MOTION THURSDAY

http://motionthursday.wordpress.com/

TAKE-OFF!

First the leap and then the slither!

Soapy bubbles, hither, thither!

Body flung aloft, uncaring,

Full of recklessness and daring.

Eyes squeezed tight, and mouth set grimly,

Knees together, almost primly.

Down he goes to swoop and slide,

Arms stretched out he seems to glide.

Only when he finally lands

At the end and kneels then stands

Does laughter come, a joyous shout.

He's learned what life is all about!

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In the same mood here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-nippers.html

New Year 1946

The woman I yearned to be!

This the first page of my diary for 1946, written 64 years ago!

(In verse, of course!)

NEW YEAR 1946!

(I even wrote an introduction.)

At last the bright New Year has come!

No peal of bells, no roll of drum

Proclaim its coming from afar.

It rises gently like a star.

It blooms so sweetly like a flower

That reigns for one bright glorious hour.

It comes so softly, like a rose

That shields within its folds.......who knows?

January 1st.

Last New Years Day was hectic and I'm very pleased to say

That it wasn't half so hectic as  found my life today.

No sooner had I risen, very late I am afraid

Than Betty came to Alton and our house a visit paid.

Thus it was I went to Farley to enjoy a New Year treat,

For they had, she said, a turkey far too large for them to eat!

Seated round the loaded table were the Bennets, Hilda, me

And the brown-eyed gardener, Burgess, quite a merry crowd you see.

I stayed  there till the evening and I saw that it was late,

So, with Bet's erratic driving we then traveled home in state.

There was Alan in the back seat, Mr Whitehouse, Betty, me.

What an awful squash it was though we arrived in time for tea.

Well, I thought this was the ending of a very happy day

But yet another happening was going to come my way!

It so appears a teacher's son, whose name is Dudley Rice,

Has come to stay at the Robert's and I hoped he would be nice!

So, to help to entertain him we went round, just me and Bet.

 Dudley had no eyes for others when our Betty he had met!

He wasn't all that smashing but the party was a hit.

'Consequences' was so funny that I nearly had a fit!

The best parts of the evening should remain inside my head!

At just 11.30 I went, giggling, to bed.

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Notes.

1. Betty was only fifteen, like me, but she was driving, without lessons or a licence!

2. What fifteen-year-old today would consider 'Consequences' enthralling, or go to bed at 11.30?

3. What a pity I kept 'the best parts' in my head because they've gone completely!

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My New Year diary for 1945 here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/256-delayed-publication.html

See tomorrow's blog for a tasty treat.