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Changes…To Write? Too late..

Friday 14th March 2014

Another exclusive unearthed from the Daily Gerald reporter…Gaa/C 2014©

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Changes/To write?….  The following report is purely a report.

Changes,, new developments and new mentality, Change it from yesterday to today, and tomorrow. What exactly constitutes to change. Changing ones underwear, changing ones clothes. Changing ones hairstyle or colour. The act of changing ones mind, yes I suppose these can all be accounted for as change.

Change – replace with another.  As I have just had done to me.

Change – attitudes, these are and can be considered drastic, and hurting, or just bad,  depending on what it is that has changed. Or how the person or persons changed.  eg: when something is considered good and normal between, say, two people. Whether it be siblings, parents or even lovers. This happens when one of them decides to change their thoughts and attitude towards and an on going situation. Especially when the other is thinking that it need not have changed as such.

I have just become one of the many, especially Facebooker’s to use a quote of the day or just quotes. What the hell is all this about? Proving that one can research and find all these quotes on Google or any other search option. Purely their choice I know, but it seems to be so rife  that it becomes boring. [Like me I suppose]. Easy it is to put a quote on a post or timeline, easier than writing our own words of wisdom, is it? oh! and it makes us all look good.  How many of us actually believe or follow the actions of these words that some person has thought up and written for us to make ourselves look good. Sad when people result to this. But I have ‘Changed’ and also become sad, because, hey I am using a couple myself. I say words of wisdom, well are they?  Do I actually heed or take in the words on these quotes, do you, it makes me wonder. 

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Lets take the first line – ‘no one falls in love by choice,  it is by chance’ [maybe so, but we do have a choice. Do we not have control of our own emotions and mind.]

Second line – no one stays in love by choice, it is by work. [to me this is pathetic, love is natural and needs no work. relationships yes maybe]

Third line – no one falls out of love by chance. it is by choice. [ I will be nasty and say what a load of crap. I have never experienced falling out of love by choice.] It is usually forced on one by the opposite party.

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How ever you might well disagree, but that is your choice and is respected. But what I have encountered partly for my myself but seen from the outside looking in, is the absolute rubbish people say just to verify their reasoning. You have changed, is a common one. Even exaggerate the situation. I can be and probably have been guilty of this as well, it just seems to be human nature. Words like this demean the real emotion of love, the power, the drug to be addicted to. So many ways to love, fall in love, experience love, in fact there are far too many to mention, THERE ARE NO RULES TO LOVE! are there?  Yet someone writes a few lines and hey: we are all using them. [including me]

Change, can be made voluntarily, as much as unknown to us, changes gradually happen while we live, not knowing it is happening. We are told this is life.  But is it and are we so readily to accept this, or should we question. I think it is often used as an excuse, not a reason. Health is a good reason for change, forced upon us, and we have to adapt and change to compensate the illness and its symptoms. That is another post, which will be written and edited shortly by Daily Gerald newspaper.

 Gaa/C 2014©

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March 14, 2014 Posted by | Feelings an Attitudes, Interest, Personal, Space, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , | 21 Comments

Back to Normal [Local Folk Songs]

Sunday 16th February 2014

Local Folk Songs Today Three Drunken Maidens.

Back to normal, hopefully. No more hospital posts, [maybe the odd small update] but for now normal posts. Today I take you back to my local folk songs.

The Three Drunken Maidens, is an old song based on the Isle of Wight. Which is by the way a short Ferry ride across the Solent. From Lymington it would be by car ferry about 45 minutes or from Southampton which you choose, a car ferry is an hour or the Hydrofoil is 30 minutes.

I chosen two versions, which are quite different. The second is by a very well-known female singer. Maddy Prior was very popular and mostly known for her singing with the folk style band Steelye Span. As well as other folk style bands. She, in my mind, has one of the best voices. I wonder if you agree! 

Keep a watch out for my Brocks Music Shed, I am to do a post on her and her music shortly.

Three Drunken Maidens Music

Three drunken Maidens notes lyrics

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February 16, 2014 Posted by | Artistic., Feelings an Attitudes, Interest, Music, Personal, Space, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | 15 Comments

Knife and Scissors Man

Tuesday 25th March 2014.

“Knife and Scissors need sharpening ma’am. Just a penny fur each item.” He would shout with a broad yokel accent.

Just recently I have been researching folk songs and music. This particular style of music has always been a favourite of mine, and while doing so I came across this one. I could not find a recorded song so I have decided to make a normal post out of it rather than a music one that I intended to do. This song and title reminded me of old services that my mother use to use. Many of you might have even experienced or come across the same.

Knife and Scissors

Above is the song, and it brings to mind the days when I was a very young boy, a man, rather scruffy man with his bicycle toured the roads and streets touting for work. He was offering the sharpening of knives and scissors and all sorts of gardening tools, shears, pluming cutters, hoes, virtually anything that was offered to him..

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His bicycle was fitted with two circular grinding stones. One large one and one small one, of different grades. Apparently a coarse stone and a fine stone.

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He would  set his bicycle on a stand and make a few adjustments and somehow got his pedal and chain to connect with a few different cogs that would then enable him to turn the grind stones. Some of theses  pedlars  would be towing a small cart  which would carry other tools and a seat and cogs and connections. He would spend a few minutes setting up his bicycle so he could sit and peddle away turning the stones and sharpening the offerings given him. He was quite popular in our road, many of the neighbours would come out and get a selection of knives or scissors sharpened, including my mother.

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This man was just one of a few that use to travel our streets in those days. We use to have a pretend Frenchman selling onions, Another was man selling fresh vegetables  and other groceries from his van. My mother used him regularly. Every Friday he turned up about 5pm and he became a friend, his name was Mr Bishop. Also a coal delivery service every week, once and sometimes twice, depending on demand.

We also use to get a lot of other door to door selling, flower sellers, wooden peg sellers, and at Christmas others would appear trying to sell wreaths and log decorations. There are probably others that I cannot remember, but I bet you can think of a few different one.

Today trends have changed so much, health and safety etc, and this no longer happens, or at least to acceptability standards.

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September 11, 2013 Posted by | Feelings an Attitudes, Humourous, Interest, Love, Music, New Forest, News, Personal, Space, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 7 Comments

Weekly Photo Challenge: From Above

Saturday 4th May 2013

Weekly Photo Challenge: From Above   click me for more info

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May 4, 2013 Posted by | Artistic., Humourous, Personal, Space, Uncategorized | , , , | 13 Comments

Jumper to Glory Jane

Friday 5th April 2013

One day in the 1990’s, a group of young men, ( though ‘men’ might not be a particularly appropriate description)  came driving out of Bournemouth intent on causing trouble and strife. They robbed a petrol filling station just outside New Milton and careered off through a maze of lanes and country roads. When they heard the police sirens, they decided to dump the money. The ringleader stopped the car, saw that strange, tall concrete tower, ran into the Hordle churchyard, and hid the money under a bush. Not noticing the plaque on the wall.               

image1The police caught up with the young men, but the car, rather unusually for them, legally belonged to one of them, and there fore leaving the police with no evidence.

The next day the ringleader decided to return and recover the money. Now, he really wasn’t very clever and struggled to read maps,he drove around all day until early evening when he noticed the unmistakable tower, and then Hordle churchyard. He then found the bush and the money. It was as he turned to leave that he saw something terrible at the churchyard gates. There was a tall, gaunt , angular figure of a woman, wearing a long, black Victorian dress and a large, black bonnet with a feather pointing vertically upwards….and she was jumping – up and down – up and down. Now, if a woman is wearing a heavy Victorian dress you can’t see whether she is bending her legs at the knees or not – but you would swear that this apparition was not bending it’s knees: it was straight and rigid and there it was jumping – up and down – up and down. 

The young man panicked and ran off in the opposite direction, and each time he looked behind there she was jumping up and down –up and down, always at the same distance and never looking as if she was moving.  The young man kept running and stumbling, across a field and then the tall gaunt looking tower, Peterson’s Tower, appeared in front of him. Being terrified and not thinking straight he headed for this tower. A blind alley, and silly move on his part.

He stumbled through the open doorway and dragged himself to the spiral staircase. He came to an empty room, crossed it to the next spiral staircase. He stopped and looked behind and there she was in the doorway, still jumping – up and down – up and down. Then to the next room and again there she was jumping – up and down – up and down. And he continued up the thirteen levels and each time he stopped and looked, there she was, still jumping – up and down – up and down and never getting any closer. He came to the iron ladder that led up to the roof.

Now the Peterson’s Tower is being used as mobile phone mast, and in the final top room was all the transmitting and receiving equipment.  As the the young man scrambled up the ladder and across the room, the ‘Jump to Glory Jane’ shade passed through the receivers and transmitters, and fizzled and crackled and then jumped off into cyber space.

And ideal ending to this story would be that the young man followed the shade by jumping off the roof to his death. But he did not. The police found him the next day crouched in a foetal position and gently rocking back and forth, apparently both laughing and crying at the same time.

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He never made any sense since and was put into Tatchbury Mount Hospital, mental hospital, in nearby Calmore. And it was said that he never found peace again.  The tall gaunt man made tree that was being used as a mobile phone mast, sitting amongst all the trees of the grounds of the hospital was the view from his window. Perfectly straight branches, and trunk, tall and gaunt and rigid and at night looked just like ‘Jump to Glory Jane’ Was she jumping – up and down – up and down.

Folk lore from the Forest lives on and adapts to the age. Like a tree it continues to grow and even when the old oak has fallen, new branches will grow from the trunk.

My next post the Sway tower/Peterson’s,,,,

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March 30, 2013 Posted by | Ghostly, Interest, New Forest, News, Personal, Space | , , | 25 Comments

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Saturday 2nd March 2013

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

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March 2, 2013 Posted by | Artistic., Feelings an Attitudes, Interest, Personal, Space | 12 Comments

King Rufus,,

Tuesday 8th January 2013

The brief story from the New Forest,,

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King William Rufus…
The story and biography of William Rufus which contains interesting information, facts & the history about the life of William Rufus. William of Malmesbury (1095 – 1143) was an English historian during the 12th century who described the court of the Red King as being filled by “effeminate” young men in extravagant clothes mincing about in “shoes with curved points”.

King William II ( William Rufus – The Red King )
William the Conqueror was obliged to let Normandy pass to Robert, his eldest son; but he thought he could do as he pleased about England, which he had won for himself. He had sent off his second son, William, to England, with his ring to Westminster, giving him a message that he hoped the English people would have him for their king. He is sometimes called the Red King, but more commonly William Rufus. William Rufus let his cruel soldiers do just as they pleased in England, and spoil what they did not want. He cared only for being powerful, for feasting, and for hunting.

The atrocities in Jerusalem started the preaching of Peter the Hermit and led to the First Crusade.  Many thousands promised to go on this crusade and among them was Robert, Duke of Normandy. But he had wasted his money, so that he could not fit out an army to take with him. So he offered to give up Normandy to his brother William while he was gone, if William would let him have the money he wanted. The Red King was very ready to make such a bargain, and he laughed at the Crusaders, and thought that they were wasting their time and trouble.

In England Rufus removed the Archbishop of Canterbury, St. Anselm, and everyone else who tried to object to his behaviour. He was hated by the people who dislike the court and the favor that King William II showed to Ranulf Flambard, whom he appointed Bishop of Durham in 1099. Rufus had never showed any interest in women. He did not marry, nor produce any heirs to the English throne.

In the year 1100, Rufus went out to hunt deer in the New Forest. He was later found dead under an oak tree, with an arrow through his heart by peasants. A wood-cutter called Purkis took his body in his cart to Winchester Cathedral, where he was buried. Who shot the arrow nobody knew, and nobody ever will know. Some thought it must be a knight, named Walter Tyrrell, to whom the king had given three long good arrows that morning. Walter Tyrrell rode straight away to Southampton, and went off to the Holy Land; so it is likely that he knew something about the king’s death. The Norman friends of Rufus fled the English court and returned to Normandy.

The Death of King William Rufus – The Rufus Stone…

The death of the Red King remains a mystery. A stone, known as the Rufus Stone, marks the place where he was found. The inscription on the Rufus Stone is as follows:

“Here stood the oak tree, on which an arrow shot by Sir Walter Tyrell at a stag, glanced and struck King William the Second, surnamed Rufus, on the breast, of which he instantly died, on the second day of August, anno 1100. King William the Second, surnamed Rufus, being slain, as before related, was laid in a cart, belonging to one Purkis, and drawn from hence, to Winchester,
and buried in the Cathedral Church, of that city.”

The Rufus Stone

Here it says that nobody knew who shot the arrow but there is a story that it was Sir Walter Tyrell..The story goes that an arrow was shot, supposedly at a stag, by the Frenchman Sir Walter Tyrell who was the King’s best archer, but the arrow struck an oak tree and ricocheted off it straight into the chest of the king, puncturing his lung and killing him there and then. Depicted below with this lithograph.

An 1895 lithograph of William Rufus' death

There are differing stories about Sir Walter Tyrell and one is that ..Sir Walter hot-footed it back to Normandy in fear of being charged with the King’s murder, the tale says that he stopped at a blacksmith on the way and had his horse re-shod with backwards facing horseshoes, so as to confuse the chasers! 
As it happened, there were no chasers because no-one was particularly upset about the King’s death. 
Indeed, there wasn’t even an effort to recover the king’s body by the Crown; a local charcoal burner named Purkis loaded the corpse onto his cart and carried it to Winchester Cathedral, where a somewhat low-key burial was performed.

Where I used to live there was a shop, grocery store in the high street of a New Forest village of Brockenhurst, just a few miles away from this, Called Purkis’s. Their history is goes back, but not sure if it is true to going back to charcoal burner taking the body to Winchester. There is the stone which is pictured, and further along the road there is a public house called ‘The Sir Walter Tyrell’ it is a very popular pub. Back in the 1970′s I play a couple of gigs there. Oh such times.

Sir Walter Tyrell at Brook The Sir Walter Tyrell.

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January 8, 2013 Posted by | News, Personal, Space | , , , | 20 Comments

Blog of the Year Award 2012..

31st December 2012….

Probably my last post of the year 2012. It is…

Blog of the Year Award,,,, Happy New Year to all and Thank you.

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This award has been awarded to me by all the bloggers listed below, I actually think there is one missing but I cannot find it so it might just be imaginary and in my mind. I do not want to tell you about each of the sites because this is labeling and I don’t think a site should be labeled. Unless it is their choice label.So instead of all the descriptions etc,, I would strongly suggest visiting them and decide for yourself. I know that they are excellent blogs of differing characteristics and styles, and you would enjoy them and be welcomed, but the one thing in common with them is ‘They are all top quality’ 

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Thank you to all for thinking of me and awarding this to me..I look forward to more posts and visiting to all of you…

Here are the rules to accept this award: yes more RULES….

1 Select the blog(s) you think deserve the ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award

Done but cheating…
2 Write a blog post and tell us about the blog(s) you have chosen – there’s no minimum or maximum number of blogs required – and ‘present’ them with their award.

Done and approved…
3 Please include a link back to this page ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award – and include these ‘rules’ in your post (please don’t alter the rules or the badges!)

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4 Let the blog(s) you have chosen know that you have given them this award and share the ‘rules’ with them

Done…
5 You can now also join our Facebook page – click the link here ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award and then you can share your blog with an even wider audience

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6 As a winner of the award – please add a link back to the blog that presented you with the award – and then proudly display the award on your blog and sidebar … and start collecting stars…

Done x 3 fabulous blogger friends.

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And what is so lovely about this award is that we start with 1 star and there are 6 stars to collect in total, so each time you get nominated for *this* award – you get another star and see if you can get all 6! 

Go for it everybody…I mean everybody, that includes you. Yes you.

I would like to award this to any one that visits my site and comments or even likes.. I find it so hard and to a point unfair to nominate any one particular. The reason for this is because you are all so deserving of it, and so worthy. So please help yourself and consider yourself nominated.

A further Thank you to all you have had me in your thoughts for these awards. Oh and if there is one of you that did nominate and I have missed, I apologise, but please let me know and I will amend…

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December 31, 2012 Posted by | Artistic., Feelings an Attitudes, Humourous, Personal, Space | 50 Comments

Happy Birthday Mum.

13th December 2012 Thursday

Happy Birthday Mum.....


Today is my mothers Birthday and if she was alive today she would be a ripe old age of 91 years of age. This is one day that saddens every year. But as each year passes I know we are getting closer to meeting again after such a long time of being apart. I know there must many others of you out there with similar feelings of loss so this post is also in memory for all  of you as well.

Mum dateand Place Unknown

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Mum with Her Mum Mable

Fawley House Lymington 1937

Mum and me

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The colored picture above is probably the last ever  picture taken of her, it was approx’  a year to a year and half when she passed onto a better place. the small picturesque village of Golden Hill, Shaftesbury,which is in Dorset. As seen in the bottom photograph. This is one of many beautiful Villages in Dorset and Hampshire. Her husband, my dad had died a year or two earlier and the time lapse was only two and half years before she was taken. Today she would have lived longer, because of the modern medicine.

So Here it is to you MUM, 

See you Soon…

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December 13, 2012 Posted by | Feelings an Attitudes, Personal, Space, Uncategorized | , , , , | 36 Comments

Direction Change and Promotion.

7th December 2o12 Friday

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Article 1. Gerry’s change of Direction and re-name.

Readers of Gerry’s Space are being asked, what do you think about  this change of direction. He has now changed the name of his blog to ‘Restawyle’ it is a name from his past, apparently it was taken from the name plate of an old forest cottage gate. It is still there today. Gerry also used it as a name for his acoustic guitar duo. But the question and advice required is…..

Do you like and prefer the new name, all comments, if there are any, will be counted and result will be seen later.

And am thinking of trying to change direction with his postings. Most of them are challenge related, photographic ones mainly. Although this would be included but not so often, he has a line that he is thinking of doing. Stories of his home area, to include things like ghosts and witches, and some general stories, tales and fables he has encountered.

Article 2 as of 6th December 2012.

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http://wp.me/p2CYWA-b0     Click my link for further instructions of how to join in on the fun, we await your requests or challenges. Our researchers are waiting now…..

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December 7, 2012 Posted by | Feelings an Attitudes, Humourous, Personal, Space | 24 Comments

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