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Sunday, May 6

The River Irwell




So...did old Lowry sit beside the fluss?
and did he think I'll paint that lot one day?
or did he only see the children run
 barefoot across the stinking bank
toward their Salford homes
to pray for hotpot on the stove.

Did Lowry hear about the one who'd had enough
when times were thin and thinness was in vogue?
who sank into the mud and stayed in it
between the empty prams and beery glass?
is that the reason Lowry stayed so long
when he had reasons of his own to up and go?.

They called his people... matchsticks...that they were
such skinny children, all of them unknown.
they've planted trees now where there once were weeds
and the river's rancid  smells are sanitised.
proud Irwell once the Roman's northern fort
now has the cache of Lowry's tender daubs.

L.S.Lowry the painter lived in Salford near the Irwell River.
Today we took our granddaughter to see the art in The Whitworth Gallery, and passed by the River now all clean and pretty , My friend grew up within the shadow of the factory buildings that Lowry painted and knew the scenes as home.
Much of Lowry's work now hangs in The Lowry Gallery on the banks of the Manchester Ship Canal

This is for Magpie Tales 116


                                                                   and Poetry Pantry 99

I'm also adding this in to this week's poetry pub for dVerse.week 43...what fun!

Monday, July 11

The Francis House Childrens' Hospice Bash!

Well what a day!
The weather changed overnight from monsoon...


.... to mediterranean.
                         
                   ...only joking!

Friday was all hands on deck


as the tents arrived to be raised in place.

this one close to an electric supply for the musicians...

..this in the first garden...just in case the weather turned...
...well it is the north of England after all!


The goods were brought in for the various stalls ...

..two super hanging baskets were donated to be raffled off throughout the afternoon...


and the toys...is that what they are?...
eventually on Saturday found a relaxing spot in the sun !


Cakes came in "bucketfuls"...well no,  really in tins... oh yes and a package of painted cookies for the pop up afternoon teas from the gloroius Amelies House and Neviepie Cakes!

BUT....  it rained all day Fiday, and got increasingly heavier until by midnight I hid my head under the bedclothes and informed the potter...that I would never allow myself to be in this situation again....
...he mumbled and fell asleep...and amazingly, so did I.
....to awake to glorious sunshine..
What's that song again?..
..oh yes....
 "What a difference a day makes,
twenty-four little hours,
brought the sun and the flowers,
where there used to be rain!"

I prepared the three areas for the pop-up afternoon teas.

...the summerhouse..

..the american swing...
..sounds like a 30s dance!

..and the Indian tent... this was my favourite area...loved it!

Helpers arrived to set up stalls....

Issy had thought long and hard about her table...guessing the teddy's name was fun! 

...others lugged heavy boxes of books...


...kept the kitchen organised...


..printed  up notices...
...techie son on the job!...

...manned the cake and drinks servery...


...and set up to give us some entertainment from the music tent.



The four friends were everywhere!


At two o'clock  the gate was starting to get busy...
     ....and we were off on the 2011 garden party bash!

...to be continued....