Saturday, September 18

A poem for Thursday.

Well it should have been for Thursday, but you know how time slips away from you.
This is from the book, A Rich And Rare Land...Irish Poetry and Paintings.

Ode

We are the music -makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;-
World-losers and world forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world forever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Ninevah with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each dream is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

Arthur O'Shaughnessy

so I wonder...are we a dream that is dying or one that is coming to birth...or is that the dilemma of every time in history? Only time itself will tell!

The Story of Ballyferris The Second Field

I’m not exactly sure who was first in the small field to the right of the lane. I suspect that the Cathcarts were already there when we arrived in 1951. Apart from the mum and dad there were three children though I don’t ever remember much about the parents. Except to say that I always had the feeling that the adults in this field were extremely sophisticated. Derek was at least in his early twenties, Brian a few years younger and Jill was around my age. Their caravan was closest to the beach and was a commercial one. If not already , then soon afterwards, Derek had his own caravan. Of which more later. The McKees were  next  to them and their site was up against the hedge that ran along the edge of the lane. Now this family lived near us in South Belfast. In fact, I went to the same primary school as the four daughters. June was the eldest, about the same age as Derek, then Paddy [Patricia], Carole and Val. June eventually also had her own little van.  Of this, I was in great awe, as that meant that she was very grown up!
I have already mentioned  the Pollock abode. It wasn’t a caravan as such, but an amazing reuse of a workman's trailer. The outside was painted forest green and the wheels were black. Three or four wooden steps led up to the front door. Like many caravans, including our own, this was a barn door. The top could be left open to let in more light and air, while keeping the bottom closed to give the family privacy .
Inside was divided into two areas. To the left were the sleeping quarters, once again split into two small thin rooms. Each of the rooms had bunk beds fitted on to the wooden walls rather like the alcove beds of Irish cottages, or those I’ve seen in Breton homes.On the right of the door was the kitchen area and opposite it some comfortable chairs. And at the far end was the dining table raised up on a plinth which meant you had to go up a step to get to it. Oh how exotic was that.
 I have a vivid memory of being there when I was about fifteen and watching Mrs. Pollock frying a mound of onions in a large cast iron pan. The smell was wonderful and she stirred them around until they turned golden brown and glossy. But I think that apart from some potatoes, that was dinner. Now I had never had a meal like that. There was always bacon or lamb chop or even chicken with the potatoes and in a very odd way that I could never share with mum, I longed for something as exotic as fried onions! Silly child!
Mr. Pollock had very strong views about table manners, which, although we were not allowed to be rude at home, seemed to me to take a lot of the joy out of eating.
Outside the van and up against the hedge was an elaborate sun trap. Until I meet Vicky I had no idea that it was very desirable to get a good overall tan in the summer. This contraption was basically a large piece of wood placed at an angle of fortyfive degrees facing due south. At the bottom was a strip of wood attached so that your feet could have a resting place to stop them sliding off. They also had a white painted board to reflect the suns rays, in order for them not to miss a single one. They were also the first people I ever saw, to hold their arms above their heads at times as they sunbathed to make sure that the tan was really even! Needless to say, by late summer each year, Mr. And Mrs. Pollock were as brown as berries and as the years went on I would even go so far as to say rather leathery!

Now there may have been other occupants in that field but these are the ones that influenced me for better or for worse. Then again, some may reply that I was the influence and I like to think that I may have had a little of that at times in this idyll called Ballyferris.

Monday, September 13

Prom Art grange-over-sands in August.

I missed out on the July PromArt as life became too busy.
You always think that come the summer all will slow down, but that's not how it usually happens!
So here is the report for the August Exhibitions.
I'm putting up a selection of photos of the gardens. Some are from July and some August, but as usual the show is amazing. And it's all credit to the people of Grange and the different organisations who tend the gardens..


At the top of the hill up from the prom is a pub with this great painted sign.

It's always busy on  Sundays .
I just love the sign.



Every month we take a walk and buy some cake goodies from this fabulous tea room.
Having just come back from Padstow and the joy of fish and chips from The Rick Stein shops, I couldn't resist a photo of this in Grange.


The August flowers were just as lovely as any other month.  I often used to find that  in my own garden by August most of what I had was greenery,
but recently I seem to be a bit more clued up on what will bloom on into the autumn. Well we live and learn, as they say! 

 


August was the first month that Brian Herald brought his work.
A graduate of John Moore Art College Liverpool he has been in the graphics world until he retired.
brianherald.co.uk
07505 744 211



I had some really good feed back  re.the new wind break and covers this time! Also we sold 
 well.. which is always very nice!

We are always to be found on
pottershousepenkethblogspot .com
01925 727590




I try to bring a good picnic
to have and usually a little bottle of wine. There's no point sitting there and watching the world go by and the seagulls swoop with an empty stomach!


 





Four Seasons Glass Ware
is the work of
Alda Willacy and Loraine Mason.
Kiln Formed and Copper Foil Glass
Askam-in-Furness
0781 7023489

Alison Frost
photography
07790 293 253

Landscapes
Lynne Frost

Jewels of the Caribbean
01539 731600


Russel and Shelley Walker have brought a touch of India in the beautiful jewellry that they create with silver and semi-precious stones.
Just Jhana
07624 498316/07986  996934

Every month we are given a taste of jazzfrom the people who call themselves
Solar


jazzsolar.co.uk
01539 735612

September is the last opportunity to catch any of the artists that I've written about through the season of 2010.
but if you are interested in their work the websites and e-mail addresses are all available.

Running for the Poetry Bus..Donegal Summer.

I've been away and just got back to find I nearly missed the bus. No time table in my pocket. What can you expect from an Irish woman!



Donegal summer

Soft weather since Monday

A skylark sings

Every morning.

Four or three grey-jacketed rooks

Sit on posts

Facing the rain

And

Craw.

You couldn't really call grey a colour could you? more of an absence of it!