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What is April Fools Day and what are its origins? It is commonly believed that in medieval France, New Year was celebrated on April 1st. Then in 1562, Pope Gregory introduced a new calendar for the Christian world, changing New Year to January 1st. With no modern communications, news travelled slowly and new ideas were often questioned. Many people did not hear of the change, others chose to ignore it, while some merely forgot. These people were called fools. Invitations to non-existent ‘New Year’ parties were sent and other practical jokes were played. This jesting evolved over time into a tradition of playing pranks on the 1st of April. The custom eventually spread to England and Scotland, and it was later transported across the Atlantic to the American colonies of the English and the French. April Fools Day has now developed into an international festival of fun, with different nationalities celebrating the day in a special way.
In the Lake District, an April Fool is a - 'April noddy'." April noddy's past and gone, You're the fool an' I'm none."
In Cornwall, an April Fool is a 'guckaw' or 'gowk', another word for cuckoo. If a child succeeded in 'taking in' another, he used to shout after him ~ "Fool, fool, the guckaw." On the other hand if the person resisted the trick, he would say ~ "The gowk and the titlene sit on a tree, You're a gowk as weel as me." [ Titlene refers to a hedge sparrow].
In Cheshire, an April Fool is a 'April gawby' or 'gobby or gob'. In Christow in Devon, pranks had to be played in the afternoon. The day there was known as ‘Tail-pipe Day', because it was a custom to pin an inscription ‘Please kick me' to the coat-tails of an unsupecting victim.
In France and Italy, if someone plays a trick on you, you are the ‘fish of April’. By the month of April fish have only just hatched and are therefore easy to catch. Children stick paper fish to their friends’ backs and chocolate fish are found in the shops. In Scotland, April Fools Day lasts for two days! The second day is called ‘Taily Day’ and tricks on this day involve the bottom (or the ‘tail’ in informal speech). Often a sign saying ‘kick me’ is stuck onto someone’s back without them knowing.
Today, the British play small tricks on friends and strangers alike on April 1st. A common trick is to point to a friends’ shoe and say ‘Your shoelace is untied.’ When they look down, they are laughed at. Schoolchildren might tell a friend that school has been cancelled. Sometimes the media gets involved. In 1957 the BBC Panarama programmme showed an item about spaghetti farmers and how they harvest their crop from spaghetti trees! People actually rang the studio's wanting to get there hands on the plants ! which gives credence to Mark Twain's quote:
"The first of April is the day we remember what we are the other 364 days of the year."
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Northerners speak true English: are you having a laff?
Posted by Laura
Who put the R in bath? Surely this is a trick question, you may think, there is no R in bath. But if you search hard enough in certain parts of Britain the rogue consonant is there - squatting erroneously between the A and the T.
So which linguistic criminals are to blame? The Americans? Nope. They may have been guilty of savagely stealing the U from honour, colour and glamour, and ruthlessly usurping poor S from its position among realise, organise and their lexical brethren so they could replace it with the rather radical Z, but we can’t pin this one on the English-speakers across the pond. If we want to uncover who really put the R in bath we need look no further than England’s great capital.
London, home of the Queen and the apparently “proper” English speakers, is actually to blame for the mutated pronunciation. According to an expert at the British Library, the Telegraph reports today, the R sound in words such as laugh and bath only came about 150 years ago when Londoners adopted the trend into their speech. Apparently, the entire nation used the bath and "laff" pronunciations about 250 to 300 years ago – a tradition which is still alive and kicking in northern England. The south gradually adopted an “aa” sound which, over time, became the familiar “barth” of the ubiquitous London and Home Counties drawl of today.
So this in effect suggests it is northerners - often ridiculed for their flat-sounding vowels, overlooked as newsreaders for not speaking in a way the general population (well, the population south of Watford) can understand, and stereotyped as being poorer and somehow intellectually inferior because their paths, laughs and baths lack the pedigree of the mysterious invisible R – are actually speaking in what is historically the nation’s true voice.
As a northerner in London I have to say the phonetic grass (not grarse) definitely gets greener as you head up the M1. London may have slowly eroded the northerly twang from some of my words; I now drink Coke, not Cerk, and think ice is cold, not curled, but you will never find an R in my bath. And the British Library research shows this phonetic northern identity shall remain. This week it launches a website dedicated to accents and dialects – Familiar Voices - charting the evolution of the “a” sound across Britain. It has found the “ar” is spreading among the accents of southern England as Londoners move out of the capital, but it is highly unlikely to venture much beyond that due to a near-impenetrable dialect boundary which runs from Birmingham to The Wash.
The changes are attributed to more fluid movements of people within Britain. And, whereas historically southerners were slightly more fickle in their dialect trends, those in the north have been steadfastly loyal to their A sounds.
Will this mean elocution pedants will re-evaluate their curriculum to incorporate the traditional, phonetic sounds spoken by northerners? Will the BBC replace its plummy-voiced breakfast presenters with down-to-earth tones of Yorkshire, Geordie or Scouse accents? And will this finally bring an end to the barth or bath debate once and for all? I suspect northerners will defend their accents as vociferously as they always have done – and southerners will still insist they are speaking “the Queen’s English”. But with more than 300 years of history behind an R-free bath, only one question remains: “Who’s larfing now?”
What do you think? Do northerners or southerners win the pronunciation battle?
My morning begins with breakfast - not the egg, bacon, toast and marmalade of a holiday breakfast but the toast and yogurt or porridge of a healthy but essential start to the day. I listen to the BBC Radio4 news programme. My main complaint at the moment is - elections. Should our Chancellor take over the premiership without a party, or indeed, a national election.We are bombarded with the 2008 millionaires battle for the hearts and pockets of the US. Hardly a word about the battle for power in our nearest european neighbour - France. The result of that election in May is far more pivotal to this country,from an economic and political point,than what may or may not happen in 18 months time across the pond. The second subject being reported with the PC bias one, sadly has come to expect,is - slavery. It will have escaped most people, apart from the jews amongst us, that as I mentioned previously, last weekend was the beginning of 'Passover'. This is a remembrance of the first historical account of a nations enslavery, and its subsequent escape. Slavery is not a 17th century abberation. Slavery has been a way of life for humanity since time immemorial. Apology and reparation is a pathetic insult to the past and present. In 12th century manorial system of this country, the slave was at the bottom of the social scale. The battlements at Hadrians Wall was manned with men enslaved by the Roman Empire. Today,March 2007, in Africa, the Indian subcontinent, Asia aye and in Europe there are 27 000 000, thats right, 27 Million slaves of every hue. One of my complaints about the peace marches of the 60's was that we only burnt the stars and stripes whilst the hammer and sickle flew over eastern europe. So it is today, I see no point in castigating your or my ancestors, whatever race they belonged to, for doing what, to them was normal and condoned by Asanteman, church and lord of the manor.
As for reparation, well as a taxpayer for 40 years, £$ millions have poured into Ghana, Nigeria ect. Aid,without any noticeable improvement to the lives of the poor of most african countries. Aid in - Aids out. Or am I being too cynical?
Let the 'guilt' of middle england and america be concentrated on eradicating slavery in all its evil forms in the present allowing the past to be a lesson of history.
One question I have asked myself is - What are my generation doing today that my Great Great Grandchildren will find unbelievably inhumane in 200 years time ?????????
Technically it is still winter and still I have nt tried Kate's Bobotie - well tomorrow it is on the menu.......... 'Tis Spring
Tomorrow, March 21st, 2007, at precisely 00.06 GMT, the Sun crosses directly over the Earth's equator. This moment is known as the vernal equinox. A date that most of us recognize as symbolic of changing seasons.
Equinox Means "Equal Night" and because the sun is positioned above the equator, day and night are about equal in length all over the world during the equinoxes. These moments owe their significance to the 23.4 degree tilt of the Earth's axis. Because of the tilt, we receive the Sun's rays most directly in the summer. In the winter, when we are tilted away from the Sun, the rays pass through the atmosphere at a greater slant, bringing lower temperatures. If the Earth rotated on an axis perpendicular to the plane of the Earth's orbit around the Sun, there would be no variation in day lengths or temperatures throughout the year, and we would not have the seasons that people have recognised for thousands of years. There is no shortage of rituals and traditions surrounding the coming of spring. Many early peoples celebrated for the basic reason that their food supplies would soon be restored. The christian festival of easter and the jewish passover are determined by the first full moon after the vernal equinox. It is also probably no coincidence that early Egyptians built the Great Sphinx so that it points directly toward the rising Sun on the day of the vernal equinox. The first day of spring also marks the beginning of Nowruz, the Persian New Year. The celebration lasts 13 days and is rooted in the 3,000-year-old tradition of Zorastrianism.
At the time of the Spring Equinox the god and the goddess are ofter portrayed as The Green Man and Mother Earth. The Green Man is said to be born of Mother Earth in the depths of winter and to live through the rest of the year until he dies at Samhain. In celebration pagans carry out particular rituals. A man and woman depicting the roles of Spring God and Goddess, playing out courtship and symbolically planting seeds. Egg races, egg hunts, egg eating and egg painting are also traditional activities at this time of year.
In England our clocks will "spring" forward 1 hour this coming Sunday, 25th March 2007.
SPRING.....
For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Swinbourne (1837–1909)
O! how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day!
Wm Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
From sweet April showers do spring May flowers.
Thomas Tusser (1524 - 1580)
In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Tennyson (1809 - 1892)
Or put another way....
Spring....when a young mans fancy turns to. . . what the girls have been thinking about all winter.
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. . . . in Britain, celebration held on the fourth Sunday of Lent,[18.03.2007], when it is customary for children to give small presents to their mothers. In the past a bunch of violets or other small posies were the traditional gifts and children away from home, especially daughters in domestic service, normally returned to their family for this day. In the Church calendar, Mothering Sunday, or Mid-Lent Sunday as it is also known, commemorated the banquet given by Joseph to his brethren, since this forms the first lesson of the day, and also the miraculous feeding of the five thousand, the story of which forms the gospel for the day. For this reason simnel cakes, rich fruit cakes often covered with marzipan, were eaten on Mothering Sunday, a tradition that persists today. Nowadays, gifts are still given to mothers but in other respects Mothering Sunday is little different from the secular Mother's Day which in the United States, Australia, and many other countries falls on the second Sunday in May.
Receipe for Simnel Cake:
Ingredients:
Cake:
Softened Butter - 225g (8 oz);
Castor sugar - 225g (8 oz);
Eggs - 4; Self-raising flour - 225g (8 oz);
Sultanas - 225g (8 oz);
Currants - 110g (4 oz);
Glacé cherries - 110g (4 oz), quartered;
Chopped candied peel - 50g (2 oz);
Zest of 2 lemons;
Mixed spice - 2 tsp.
Filling and topping:
Almond paste - 450g (1 lb);
Apricot jam - 2 tbsp;
1 beaten egg (for glaze).
METHOD
1. Pre-heat oven to 150 °C / 300 °F / Gas
2. Butter and line the base and sides of a 20 cm (8 inch) deep round cake tin with buttered greaseproof paper. Place all the cake ingredients bowl and beat well. Place half the mixture in the prepared tin.
3. Take one-third of the almond paste and roll it out into a circle the size of the tin. Place it on top of the cake mixture. Spoon the remaining cake mixture over and smooth the surface.
4. Bake for about 2½ hours until well risen and firm. (If the top of the cake is browning too quickly in the oven, cover it with aluminium foil.) Allow the cake to cool in the tin for 10 minutes before turning out onto a wire rack to cool completely.
5. When the cake has cooled, brush the top with a little warmed apricot jam and roll out half the remaining almond paste to fit the top. Press firmly on the top and crimp the edges to decorate.
6. Mark a criss-cross pattern on the almond paste with a sharp knife. Roll the remaining almond paste into 11 balls.
7. Brush the almond paste with beaten egg and arrange the balls around the outside. Brush the tops of the balls with egg as well. Place the cake under a hot grill to turn the almond paste golden.
8. Decorate with crystallised flowers if liked.
Finally many folk will be writing and quoting 'Mum' poems so with tongue in cheek here's one that was wrote earlier !
ME PRAYERS WERE POORLY SAID WHEN ME PRAYERS WERE POORLY SAID WHO TUCKED ME IN ME WIDDLE BED AND SPANKED ME TILL ME ARSE WAS RED ?
ME MUDDER!
WHO TOOK ME FROM ME COZY COT AND PUT ME ON THE ICE COLD POT AND MADE ME PEE WHEN I COULD NOT ?
ME MUDDER!
AND WHEN THE MORNING LIGHT WOULD COME AND IN ME CRIB ME DRIBBLED SOME WHO WIPED ME TINY WIDDLE BUM?
ME MUDDER !
WHO WOULD ME HAIR SO NEATLY PART AND HUG ME GENTLY TO HER HEART WHO SOMETIMES SQUEEZED ME TILL ME FART ?
ME MUDDER !
WHO LOOKED AT ME WITH EYEBROWS KNIT AND NEARLY HAVE A KING SIZE FIT WHEN IN ME SUNDAY PANTS ME S*** ?
ME MUDDER !
WHEN AT NIGHT HER BED DID SQUEAK ME RAISED ME HEAD TO HAVE PEEK WHO YELLED AT ME TO GO TO SLEEP?
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Following on from part one of 'In search of the facts' my fellow genealogist friend in Utah,'Storyteller' posted the following:
Watching Out For My Neighbour
My English friend and fellow family history researcher (or genealogist if you will), Laird of Glencairn, wrote an insightful blog on that subject entitled “In Search of the Facts.” I whole heartedly agree with most of what he wrote. He wisely looks at genealogical data bases with suspicion, only really trusting what he can later document with original source proof. However, in referring to the Family Search data base, which is provided by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (of which I am a member), Laird is critical of “our purpose” in doing this family research in the first place.
Laird wrote, “I stand to be corrected but the only reason the data is collected is to fulfill the premise that family relationships can last forever – not just for this life. I do not question that, what I do question is the fact that once a ‘family’ is part of the database they are usually baptized into the Mormon churches doctrine… I have NO RIGHT to change that (person’s) conviction for another. Neither does the Mormon Church.”
Laird raises an honest and reasonable question. I am no church authority, but I think that I do understand the doctrine. So I’d like a chance to express how I see it… “My Spin On It” if you will. I’d like to tell a story first. This is a true family story about my great great grandpa, Jock Smith.
Jock grew up in Scotland, in the region of the Firth of Forth. For family survival, he worked the soggy Scottish coal mines “under the sea” from the time he could carry a corf of coal up the mine’s ladders. So he never had a chance for any education. He couldn’t read or write. Hard work and determination is what carried him through life. In order to immigrate to the United States and out west as a Mormon pioneer, Jock worked along the way including three years spent in Saint Louis, Missouri as a blacksmith. Even with all of this scrimping and saving there wasn’t enough for him to buy a traditional team for his wagon. He “made do” with a mule and an ox hitched together to pull his wagon over a thousand miles to his new home in the Utah territory.
In Utah, Jock took advantage of the federal government’s “Homestead Act”, which allowed a family to make a claim on a certain acreage, build a house, and live there and work the land for a period of time. If he stayed there and proved the farm was viable for a certain amount of time, then the government would give title to that property to him.
All was well. Jock the Scottish coal miner became an American farmer. But it all fell apart one day, when he learned that because he hadn’t properly filed some papers with the federal government, they were taking back the farm, which he had built up from bare ground. Someone else (who could read and write and understand all the government regulations) had jumped his claim. Jock had to pick up his family and walk away and start over again.
Now, I’m like my friend, Laird. I have many wonderful ancestors who were faithful in their faith. I have tried to gain an understanding of the Lutheran and Presbyterian religions because it helps me understand my Lutheran and Presbyterian ancestors. I am sure there are others in my family who were just as devout in other religions as well. If I go far enough back, I know that my Norwegian ancestors weren’t Christian because Christianity wasn’t introduced there until about half way through the Viking era. So I would think that my pre-Christian ancestors from Norway were good devout pagans. I choose to believe that they were likely living the best lives they could… just like I am trying to do today.
Now, for most who believe in Jesus Christ as our Savior and as our Redeemer and our God, along with that belief comes an understanding that they must do something to be a Christian. Some believe that a verbal invitation to Jesus is what is required. Some believe the ordinance of baptism is required.
Most Christian Churches believe that baptism is an important part of Jesus’ teachings in the Bible. Some have interpreted this teaching to mean that if someone isn’t baptized a Christian, that person is dammed in hell. Others say if so, then God is not a just God. So they interpret the baptism requirement differently.
The belief of my faith is that Jesus Christ does in fact require baptism requisite to making his atonement for sin effective in our lives. I believe it is requisite to living with him, and my family, in the eternities.
So identifying my ancestors, and offering to fulfill this requirement for them is like if a neighbor had come up to my 2 greats grandpa, Jock, and said, “Jock, I was in at the land office and I saw that you were about to loose your farm, cause you haven’t filled out and signed all their papers and now your dead line for doing so is already past.”
Jock might have panicked and said, “I didn’t know there was something more I was supposed to do.” In this little parable, the neighbor would then say, “You don’t need to worry about it. I filled out those papers for you. All you have to do is go on into the land office and let them know that you do want to keep your farm. You just need to go in and put your X on the dotted line.”
In this comparison, the neighbor hasn’t reduced Jock’s choices or options, but conversely, he’s increased them. He could still take his family and walk away and start over somewhere else. But now he also has the choice of going into the land office and putting his X on the paperwork after his deadline had passed. I love my ancestors. I love learning of their love and devotion to their beliefs. I wouldn’t undermine their convictions. I wouldn’t be a neighbor trying to force them to “keep the farm.” They could say “No thanks” and walk away. But if I believe that Baptism is requisite to “entering into the Kingdom of Heaven”, which I do, then I wouldn’t be a good neighbor to not fill out the forms in the land office so the option is available.
I thank him for taking the time to explain the formulation of the IGI database and its purpose. Its existance as a tool for research is most welcome but as to its purpose. . .
It still does nt answer my basic question as to why? Why is it necessary to place these people into a box marked 'religion'? In today's society few children are in fact 'baptised', they are usually 'welcomed ' into the family in a more informal way. Could my descendants in say, 1000 years time, change me from gentile to jew, buddist to muslim? Should I claim all my french, dutch and norman ancestors as 'English'? Let us also remember that it was John who preached that, 'Baptism is a prerequisite to “entering into the Kingdom of Heaven"', he did after all bless jesus. This discussion however is not one of religion but as to whether you should or indeed have the right,to 're - box' an ancestors basic life style.The vikings and romans believed in what are termed 'pagan' gods, yet they believed in the same principles of life, love and an afterlife. Not only would bronze age man recognise the teachings in modern holy books - they formulated the theories! It is a fact that the vast majority of our forebears WERE baptised and later confirmed, as protestants, catholics, methodists et al. Why is it necessary to 're baptise' them? Are they being 're baptised' as christians or as mormons? Religion was nt just for sunday,or saturday, even friday - it was a way of life. As my friend has pointed out, religion permeated the society 200 years ago far more than it does today and in understanding that,we grow closer to our kith and kin. This helping hand to valhalla, like wearing belt and braces, to me seems a little over the top. The Quaker's who sailed to make a new life in the colonies did so as a result of catholic persecution. In my humble opinion to 're baptise' them is saying their convictions and view of christian worship was wrong and that the only real true baptism, and consequent salvation,is a Mormon one. I bet the vatican counsel wished they had thought of that first!
Commonwealth Day 2007
The theme this year is 'Respecting Difference, Promoting Understanding.'
The Commonwealth consists of 53 nations, some 2 billion people, sharing common values such as democracy, good governance and advancing the cause of peace and prosperity. Whilst respecting differences, the Commonwealth works to promote international understanding, equality and mutual respect in a multicultural world.
Some weeks ago on a mindless reality tv show an 'Essex Girl' called a young lady from India a 'Pompadom Queen' this so enraged some 40,000 viewers, who regarded this comment as 'racist'. In fact a small protest was organised in down town bombay - whoops, Mumbai, accusing the show and this country of being racist bigots.
I for one could only curl up and laugh. This mob in the sub continent seems to forget that they accept as normal when a 12 year old girl can be forced into an arranged marriage. That 140,000,000, [140 million] are treated less that slaves and are exploited by the rest of the population - they are the 'Untouchables' - [An Indian description not mine]. That children as young as 6 or 7 can be enslaved to work in factories and mines. I am sick of political correctness that seeks to divide rather than bring together the peoples of the world. I see absolutely nothing wrong with 'Poppadom Queen' or for instance, 'Pie Eaters' [ Inhabitants of Wigan], 'Scousers' [Liverpudlian]. Are we to stop calling red headed folk, 'Ginger'? Am I to be deprirved of all those 'Blonde jokes'?
It is about time all these people with large chips on their shoulders lightened the burden and got to grips with the real 'enemy.' The chaos in Sudan is nothing compared to that in other countries. Last week the United Nations and the Commenwealth celebrated the 50th anniversary of Ghana's independance, a landmark in that continent, but how can I have any respect for African politics when a maniac is allowed to destroy the people and the country of Zimbabwe?
Red nose day is nt helping the children in that country!!!! On a month-on-month basis inflation jumped by 45.4%, compared to the 36.3% rise seen in December. The country has been hit by an unemployment rate of more than 80% and chronic shortages of food and fuel. Don't blame the colonialists, blame robert mugabe.
'Respecting Difference, Promoting Understanding.' but also do something positive to end oppression.
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
by Christopher Marlowe [ 1564 - 1593]
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of th purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds, With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
. . . . .The Nymphs Reply to the Shepherd
If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Time drives the flocks from field to fold When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complains of cares to come.
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten In folly ripe, in season rotten.
Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
But could youth last and love still breed, Had joys no date nor age no need, Then these delights my mind might move To live with thee and be thy love.
Sir Walter Raleigh [1562 - 1618]
This week I have been busy doing odd jobs around the castle. I won't say DIY because I am to that hobby what an iceberg was to the Titanic. The sun is shining but as yet not much heat - so gardening is out. I have been doing a few searches on here with regard the table at the top of the blog. Henry is an enigma within a mystery, where was he born? A question I have been posing for some 10 years. I am dismayed, [that is putting it mildly], to find that he has been discarded and that his son, William, my Great Great Grandfather has been 'allocated ' another dad! Why do I now my link is correct? I have William's Marriage certificate, and a record of his baptism, naming his parents. I have found that genealogy is a worthwhile and absorbing hobby, it is almost addictive. The answer to one question throws up several more, it seems their are always more questions than answers. The proliferation of data on the internet is useful, but can be a down right nuisance in the life of a dedicated researcher. Many newbies to family history reasearch believe everything they read on the internet, consequently they become purveyors of false assumptions, untruths and downright lies. One, if not the largest worldwide database, is shared by the The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, more commonly referred to as Mormons. This should only be used as an index. A point of reference from where the REAL research should begin. That entails checking actual certification of a fact, either in the public or church records. Those who use the site probably never read the warning at the head of this database: 'A common mistake is to gather every reference to the surname even if the person is not clearly a relative'.
However this tomb perpetuates that fallacy. In fact it encourages its users to make erroneous connections between one human being and another - whose only commonality is a surname. I have many examples of my relations being incorrectly 'assigned' to a particular family branch. One example is my Great Grandmother Eliizabeth, born in 1849 and in the 1851 census with her parents and siblings. A tenuous link was assumed, an untruth published and now the lie remains unaltered. Once data is published on a site, owners refuse to change it - even when given documentary evidence. Why? Their 'information' has come from data assembled within LDS Personal Ancestral File, and appears inviolet. I stand to be corrected but the only reason the data is collected is to fulfill the premise that family relationships can last forever — not just for this life. I do not question that, what I do question is the fact that once a 'family ' is part of the database they are usually baptised into the Mormon churches doctrine. Now regular reader's will realise I have a deep dislike of any form of indoctrination, be it religious or political. Family historians are collectors of leaves and twigs that they hope will eventually look like a tree. A genealogist be it professional or amateur takes almost the same bits and pieces, puts them in a historical context and breathes life into ancestors who have made us what we are today. Our friend,'Storyteller' is an example of a researcher putting 'meat ' on the bones of his research. Many of my ancestors have held strong religious beliefs and some have been persecuted for being either a catholic or protestant. I may understand if not share that point of view, I have NO RIGHT to change that conviction for another. Neither does the Mormon Church.
Perhaps that database needs a furthur warning : READERS BEWARE OF DUFF INFORMATION.
From Branch to Jewel
(English translation)
Jumping from branch to branch in winter’s bareness; this tree is still full of energy, a fairy music comes from the strings though the wood is split by frost. Feeding in short supply but the roots go deep, and we await bloom and sheen and elegance, sprouting foliage and continuing life in the coming year, music under the timbers and leaves’ greenery and the lightsome heart leaping from jewel to jewel.
By Ruaraidh MacThomais
Poem supplied by the Scottish Poetry Library
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In the UK, 95% of the energy used by mobile phone chargers is wasted. Only 5% is actually used to charge the phone and the rest is wasted by leaving the charger plugged in. It takes a forest with an area equivalent to 500 football pitches to absorb all the CO2 produced by chargers that are left plugged in.
Have you noticed the increasing number of spaces that are being used as picture files? No Blogs, even the photo's are of anonymous places and folk. . . How long will it before conversation ends and we communicate with forefinger and optical nerve, or by government edict ?
St David's Day
For centuries the first of March has been a national festival. St David was recognized as a national patron saint a very long time ago, at the height of Welsh resistance to the Normans. In our time, on this one day, everyone and anyone with a connection to Wales remembers their Welsh origins and connections. In 2003 in the United States, St David's Day was recognized officially as the national day of the Welsh, and on 1st March the Empire State Building was floodlit in the national colours, red, green and white. It is invariably celebrated by Welsh societies throughout the world with dinners, parties, recitals and concerts. On this day many people wear (where they can find them!) a daffodil, traditionally Wales's national flower.
St David's Day unites Welsh people worldwide in a celebration of their shared identity.
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Hello, my name is Alexander Nicalas, My daddy says I am not old enough to have my own blog, [I am nearly 10 weeks old], so I am practising on Granddads space. I have been visiting him in his castle. We had to go on a train - it went so fast everything was a blur when I looked out the window. I am getting better after being in hospital and having tubes and things stuck in me, a doctor sewed up a hole in my heart and mended two valves in it. I met lots of nice nurses who helped get me better. I still have to take medicine which is nt very nice and even though I cry a little they still keep giving it to me. I sent my first birthday card yesterday. March 1st is my Uncle Mark's birthday, I am not sure why mummy daddy and granddad laughed at the card - they mentioned 'joke' but I am not sure what that means. I let granddad feed me - He did quite well , but he would nt change my nappy - said that was a job for mummies and daddies. Then a nice little girl came to see me with her mummy, I let her nurse me for a while. She was given a biscuit but I did nt get one. When you read this I will be back home in Yorvik . . . .It's time for my sleep now, bye bye
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