Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Purple Fashion

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The name purple comes from an old English word purpul which came from a greek word porphura which was the name of a snail from which a dye was extracted from the snail’s mucous. I can only surmise that this wasn’t the easiest thing to do because those that wore purple in these ancient times were Roaman Emporors and magistrates, then later Roman Catholic Bishops thus associating it with royalty and the church.

Each culture has its own meaning for purple. In Europe and America it is the colour associated with vanity, extravagance and indiviualism. It is also considered to be a colour of the artificial and the unconventional. Possibly this is because it is the major colour that appears least frequently in nature and yet was the first artificially manufactured.

What does purple mean to you?

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A Lingering Look at Windows: The chapel Hunter Valley Gardens

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Windows to heaven

on earth and in sky a cross

paradisical

 

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Names

An old English nursery rhyme whose first written record was 1872,  “Sticks and Stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me” and “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet” by William Shakespeare Act II Scene 2 of Romeo and Juliet both intimate that names are of minor consequence, not worthy of retaliation if used against you and irrelevant as it is what things are that matter, not what they are called.

So then why does it matter. Our family name will die with my brother and I. Even though he has two boys they have gone the modern way and have taken their mother’s surname. I personally like the Icelandic way where there are no surnames to hold onto. They may use either the more common patronymic system where the father’s first name is used or a matronymic suffix using the mother’s name. Added to the end is either son or dottir (daughter) to denote sex. This was common throughout Nordic countries but changes in naming laws to ensure that inheritable names were given  occurred earliest in Denmark in 1828 and finally in Norway in 1922. Using the Icelandic method of naming removes that fierce protective urge one has towards ones name although I imagine it must make researching the family history a trifle difficult once migration of the population began.

Researching family history is difficult enough as it is. Often due to insufficient written history and the looseness that many had with the spelling of their name. My brother http://mountainsrivers.com/2014/03/11/maternal-ancestors-bronze-age-iron-age-roman-britain/  has managed to trace us back to Urwen my great 292nd grandmother but it is my mother’s grandfather that is proving elusive and simply due to a name change. Stanley-Clarke was her granddad’s surname which he changed to Stanleigh-Clarke which allowed him to marry another woman whilst still married to my Grandmother. Like my Uncle many of my new cousins (that we have not been able to trace) most likely dropped the Stanley/Stanleigh from their name making them anonymous in the huge pool of Clarkes.

My ex husband also had a double barrelled name. His father, in appreciation for services rendered added the person’s name to his own. Already two of my brothers-in-law had dropped the addition.

Surnames came up at the recent nursing reunion that I attended. It was often the only way we could bring the person to mind. Many of my compatriots were given nursing surnames. The hospital policy was that they would not have two of any surname so that there could never be any confusion about whose signature it was in legal records and for ease of the pay department. I was always a trifle jealous not to have been given one of these names and I know I would have had difficulty dropping it if I had been given one. One woman was telling us that a patient said to her one day “I don’t understand how this hospital gets so many upper crust girls to nurse here. Do they only take you on if you’re someone?” She had no idea what he was talking about but on further questioning discovered the double barrelled names that the hospital had given many of the girls had given the fellow this impression.

So do names matter? W.C Fields said “It ain’t what they call you, it’s what you answer to” or as I often say to my husband ” I don’t care what you call me, just don’t call me late for dinner.”

 

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Wordless Wednesday: Rill Hunter Valley Gardens

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Daily Prompt: Linger (to delay)

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We can all understand lingering when placed in a situation like this, great company, great views and a superb cup of coffee that leaves that lingering rich taste long after its consumption however, my husband lingers to delay.

I’m a keen dancer and in the country town where we used to live there were few opportunities open to me for this pursuit. Once every three months however a dance would be held in the local hall with a band which travelled 176 kilometres just to play for us  to dance old-time bush dancing. There would be lots of prides of Erin, mambos (but not the dirty dancing kind), gypsy Tap and Evening Three Step. They would even do the chicken dance for the children. The band leader would talk but no-one could ever understand what he said. His sidekick’s family of wife and toddlers sat on the seats positioned around the walls of the hall. We felt as we had watched both pregnancies that we were part of these children’s family.  Limited conversation could be held with the seating arrangement so you either sat like a wallflower or got up and danced. Few people attended and many that did were elderly and no longer either able to dance or had no-one with whom they could dance. Consequently the dance floor wasn’t overly crowded and you felt as though you were doing a floor show as there was not the anonymity  of numbers. It was not the done thing for any other man to ask a married woman to dance. Hence my husband’s presence.

On dance night I would dress in my finery and be ready to go to arrive on time. My husband lingered in front of the television and not until we were got to the point in the ensuing shouting which would cause irreparable harm did he move. But then he had to change. Slowly. Eventually, already an hour late we would be in the car on our way. Again slowly. I could swear that my husband did not exceed more than 40 kilometres an hour the whole way despite it being a country road with a 100 km speed limit. Even at 40 kms/ hour arriving at our destination inevitably occurred.

“You go in. I just want to hear the end of the cricket” my husband would say as he chose to linger even longer in the stationary car to avoid having to dance.

 

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  31. Not Wanting this Moment to End. Daily Prompt | Angela McCauley

 

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Sunday Stills, the next challenge: The colour brown

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Hardscapes or landscapes

In Australia all are brown

Until rain ends drought

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Travel Theme – Gardens (Hunter Valley Gardens)

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Situated in amongst the wineries that the area is renown for the Hunter Valley Gardens  cover an area of 60 acres and has over eight kilometres of walking tracks with delights around every corner. It is wheelchair friendly with only the odd path not accessible.

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Another equally as scenic route was soon found.  There are ten themed gardens in all starting with the oriental garden (above). Others include the sunken garden, the rose garden, the formal garden, the border garden, the Indian mosaic garden, the lakes walk, the Chinese moongate garden and the Italian Grotto.

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One of my favourites though was the storybook garden. Here tales from my childhood came alive as we visited the ginger bread house, rolled down the hill with Jack and Jill, saw the cow that jumped over the moon  and of course the mad hatters tea party.

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These gardens are the largest gardens in the southern hemisphere and are privately owned by Bill and Imelda Roche. Their collectibles are scattered throughout the garden. The rose garden has thirteen bronze statues of Imelda and her twelve grandchildren.

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And as a tribute to the Brokenback ranges at which it sits in the foothills  the Brokenback brumbies roam.

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We spent a lovely day and stayed overnight in a winery motel. It was an absolutely superb day and I could easily have spent much longer, taking my time, sitting under the magic mushrooms like Ferdinand, just smelling the flowers.

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Street Music (Live Music)

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Street music and buskers are found the world over. Ranging from children at preliminary stage violin  to extremely talented musicians. Shown here are some Lap buskers playing pan flutes and drums in the old city in Stockholm. Their music attracted and held with many viewers purchasing the CD they were selling.

The Morris dancers are not strictly  live music but the clapping of their sticks and the bells on their ankles and wrists made a lovely tinkle as they performed their ancient fertility rites originating from Moorish times.

The Patcham silver band playing outside the Brighton Pavillion certainly drew in the crowds as they played their soul soaring numbers.

My favourite however I came across at the Eumundi markets. It was live music I think….

 

 

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Macro Monday: Fungi

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LIOLI: Liver

A clean liver called Perdita, named after the liver spotted Dalmation from Dodie Smith’s The 101 dalmations, decided to go for a ride on her liver chestnut. Before she left, because she was suffering from a small amount of indigestion, she decided that she would take a dose of liver salts. The indigestion was caused she felt from her meal of the previous night which consisted of liver and liver sausages. She liked calves liver but not lambs fry but it had proved to be far too rich a meal. It always tended to make her feel a little liverish. She avoided alcohol as she was determined that she was not going to suffer from liver rot as  her father had.

She went to the livery stables to saddle up her horse. It was a beautiful day for a ride and she loved seeing the countryside outside of Liverpool still damp with the dewdrops of early morning. She particularly loved to find the small flowerless plant with lobed leaves. She didn’t know why she felt so happy when she found liverwort but when she did she would dismount and eat her picnic , liverwurst sandwiches being the sandwich of choice. Today as she munched with delight on her sandwich she thought of The Rocky Horror Show which she was going to see for the fifth time tonight. She just loved Reg Livermore in the lead as Dr Frankenfurter.

She again mounted her horse. She had a lot to get done before the play tonight. Her beauty treatment was most important. She was having special therapy to remove the loathed liver spots from the back of her hand and she was also supposed to be having a blood check to make sure that she didn’t have liver flukes after eating all those improperly cultivated snails. Such a busy day.  She had best get on.

 

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