Work, Work, Work

We’ve painted the outside of our house and now we’re painting the house of one of our lovely neighbours. Our guest from Australia is proving invaluable up a ladder (he’s used to the heat) and also Roly turns out to be a dab hand at making pasta (but rubbish at stringing runner beans – shh!). In-between all the jobs we still manage to find some time every day to sit on the terrace and take in the beauty of the sea and the sky before us, and I have my mobile with me in order to capture some of the special moments. There isn’t much time left in which to write!

But before I finish I’ll tell you something funny that Roland said the other day… Chris, Roland and I were talking about relationships and the things that matter when it comes to finding that perfect mate.

“I know I’m not perfect,” I began, “I’m fat and ugly…”

I was about to spout forth some wisdom when Roly interrupted me:

“That’s the least of your problems!”

Of course he said it with a wicked smile and I laughed uncontrollably for several minutes.

Cat Burglar?

Our darling youngest daughter Bobbie and I were sitting side by side at my computer in the studio when an unexpected visitor came in through the open double-doors. He was rather good looking and not at all menacing so we weren’t in the slightest bit alarmed, although I shut the inner door to prevent him from wandering around the whole house (personally, I wouldn’t have minded but Chris doesn’t like me to be too friendly with strangers).

Actually, he was a bit over-friendly. First he plonked himself on Bobbie’s lap, then he pawed at me and draped himself over my left shoulder; he put his hairy arms around my neck and pressed his body against my breast… Well! I suppose I would be lying if I said I wasn’t  somewhat flattered, if not flattened, but it was hard to concentrate on what Bobbie was teaching me on the computer and I had to ask him to desist. Not wishing to sound conceited, I can tell you it was hard to get him off me. At last he realised that he had to calm down or be booted out.

The handsome chap decided that the ground at my feet was a better place than the world beyond the door and he stayed there so quietly that Bobbie and I almost forgot he was still there.

Perhaps half an hour had passed when we were startled by voices outside and the sight of a lady and her son coming down the garden steps leading to my studio.

“Is he here?” the lady asked with incredulity.

I stood up and went to the doorway.

“Yes, I saw him down there earlier,” said my neighbour Chris (another Chris – not my husband).

The boy ran down to the bottom of the steps whilst his mother stayed about half way up. The lad found his beloved pet on the mat just inside the door. In truth, I don’t believe the flirty Tom really wanted to leave so soon although he must have been thrilled by the reactions of his owners.

“Oh thank you, thank you,” said the lady, “he’s never been so far before.”

The lady, her son and their cat live at least half a mile away – the other side of the busy main road. Tom had been missing for a day and a night, and they had been out searching for him. It was sheer luck that our neighbour Chris had seen Tom come down to my studio and had still been outside when Yvonne approached him to inquire about sightings of her errant cat. I’m not sure if his name really is Tom – probably not – but she is definitely called Yvonne and I have her phone number in case “Tom” ever comes a-calling again.

And while all this excitement was going on Bobbie was busy making me an Internet shopfront on “Etsy”, the brilliant site for artists and craftspeople. If you look for “TheFineArtSpot” on “Etsy” you will find one solitary flower painting by Sally Porch for sale – the first of many! Please give me just a few days to add more listings before you visit the site, otherwise you might think it’s been burgled!

 

 

A Sunbeam, a Sunbeam

“A sunbeam, a sunbeam, Jesus wants me for a sunbeam,” came a voice from above.

I didn’t look up. I knew exactly who it was and, besides, I was getting on with my own thing at the time. Actually, I was kneeling down – not in prayer – but painting the bottom of the bay window leading out onto our terrace (ironically, men always think women love to paint the bottom bits of everything just because we’re shorter when we’d much rather be hanging onto the top of a ladder!). Roly, our house-guest from Australia, was the one hanging onto the top of the ladder at the time and Chris was hanging onto the bottom of the ladder, making sure that it was kept stable.

“A sunbeam, a sunbeam, I’ll be a sunbeam for him,” Chris and I responded in unison from our respective lowly positions.

For a little while we were quiet, each of us lost in a private reverie inspired by the old Sunday School song. I thought of the Gospel Hall at Gumdale, Brisbane, where the Porch children sang that song with gusto nearly every Sunday morning at one stage of my early childhood. I smiled to myself.

A few minutes later, and now onto the window sill, the voice from above rang out again (on this occasion slightly unsure of the tune):

“Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!”

“How does the tune go, Roly? Can’t you sing a bit more?” I implored.

“No, I can’t remember how it goes,” our friend shouted down from his lofty position near the gutter.

“What about you, Chris? Do you know how it goes?” I said to Chris, without turning to him because I was cutting along a tricky edge under the window.

“No, I can’t remember,” Chris probably fibbed.

“But you should know, considering your grandfather was a parson,” I goaded.

“But I didn’t even know my grandfather…. and he was a vicar, not a parson, and my uncle was a canon,” my husband informed me (as he usually does whenever I insist that he should know something pertaining to the church).

“What’s the difference?” I asked (as usual).

“Well, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you but a vicar is Church of England and a parson is a clergyman from other Protestant denominations…”

“But isn’t the Church of England Protestant? Was that your Uncle Wally?” I queried (twice).

Then Chris answered the last question by doing an an impression of his Uncle Wally the canon – “May I take a bath?” – and Chris and I laughed. Roland didn’t laugh because he doesn’t know Orpwood family “in-house” stories and jokes, or maybe he chuckled from the top of the ladder and we didn’t hear him.

Anyway, Roland was our “Sunbeam” and for the next few days he will continue helping us paint our house – and the neighbour’s – to ensure his place nearer to God. We do like to save our guests from getting bored on holiday. After all…

Proverbs 16:27-29Living Bible (TLB)

27 Idle hands are the devil’s workshop; idle lips are his mouthpiece.[a]

 

And here are some photos…

 

Nearer, My God, to Thee

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Cartoon depicting a man standing with a woman, who is hiding her head on his shoulder, on the deck of a ship awash with water. A beam of light is shown coming down from heaven to illuminate the couple. Behind them is an empty davit.

“Nearer, My God, To Thee” – cartoon of 1912

Nearer, My God, to Thee” is a 19th-century Christian hymn by Sarah Flower Adams, based loosely on Genesis 28:11–19,[1] the story ofJacob’s dream. Genesis 28:11–12 can be translated as follows: “So he came to a certain place and stayed there all night, because the sun had set. And he took one of the stones of that place and put it at his head, and he lay down in that place to sleep. Then he dreamed, and behold, a ladder was set up on the earth, and its top reached to heaven; and there the angels of God were ascending and descending on it…”

The hymn is well known, among other uses, as the alleged last song the band on RMS Titanic played before the ship sank.

Lyrics[edit]

The lyrics to the hymn are as follows:[2][3][4]

“Jacob’s Dream”, artwork on the campus of
Abilene Christian University.

Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!
E’en though it be a cross that raiseth me;
Still all my song shall be nearer, my God, to Thee,

Chorus: Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!
Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down,
Darkness be over me, my rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I’d be nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer, etc.
There let the way appear steps unto heav’n;
All that Thou sendest me in mercy giv’n;
Angels to beckon me nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer, etc.
Then with my waking thoughts bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs Bethel I’ll raise;
So by my woes to be nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer, etc.
Or if on joyful wing, cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upwards I fly,
Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer, etc.

A sixth verse was later added to the hymn by Edward Henry Bickersteth Jr. as follows:[2]

There in my Father’s home, safe and at rest,
There in my Saviour’s love, perfectly blest;
Age after age to be, nearer my God to Thee,

Nearer, etc.

Text and music[edit]

1881 sheet music cover

The verse was written by the English poet and Unitarian hymn writer Sarah Flower Adams at her home in Sunnybank, Loughton, Essex, England, in 1841. It was first set to music by Adams’s sister, the composer Eliza Flower, for William Johnson Fox‘s collection Hymns and Anthems.[5]

In the United Kingdom, the hymn is usually associated with the 1861 hymn tuneHorbury” by John Bacchus Dykes, named for a villagenear Wakefield, England, where Dykes had found “peace and comfort”.[6][7] In the rest of the world, the hymn is usually sung to the 1856 tune “Bethany” by Lowell Mason. British Methodists prefer the tune “Propior Deo” (Nearer to God), written by Arthur Sullivan (of Gilbert and Sullivan) in 1872.[8] Sullivan wrote a second setting of the hymn to a tune referred to as “St. Edmund”. Mason’s tune has also penetrated the British repertoire.[9]

The Methodist Hymn Book of 1933 includes Horbury and two other tunes, “Nearer To Thee” (American) and “Nearer, My God, To Thee” (T C Gregory, 1901–?),[10] while its successor Hymns and Psalms of 1983 uses Horbury and “Wilmington” by Erik Routley.[11] Songs of Praise includes Horbury, “Rothwell” (Geoffrey Shaw) and “Liverpool” (John Roberts/Ieuan Gwyllt, 1822–1877)[12] Liverpool also features in the BBC Hymn Book of 1951[13] and the Baptist Hymn Book of 1962 (with Propior Deo)[14] The original English Hymnal includes the hymn set to Horbury,[15] while its replacement New English Hymnal drops the hymn. Hymns Ancient and Modern included Horbury and “Communion” (S S Wesley),[16] although later versions, including Common Praise, standardise on Horbury.[17]

Other 19th century settings include those by the Rev. N. S. Godfrey,[18] W. H. Longhurst,[19] Herbert Columbine,[20] Frederic N. Löhr,[21]Thomas Adams,[22] Stephen Glover,[23] Henry Tucker,[24] John Rogers Thomas,[25] and one composed jointly by William Sterndale Bennett and Otto Goldschmidt.[26] In 1955, the English composer and musicologist Sir Jack Westrup composed a setting in the form of an anthem for four soloists with organ accompaniment.[27]

RMS Titanic and SS Valencia[edit]

“Nearer, My God, to Thee” is associated with the sinking of the RMS Titanic, as some survivors later reported that the ship’s string ensemble played the hymn as the vessel sank. For example, Violet Jessop said in her 1934 account of the disaster that she had heard the hymn being played;[28] Archibald Gracie IV, however, emphatically denied it in his own account, written soon after the sinking, and wireless operator Harold Bride said that he had heard “Autumn”,[29] by which he may have meant Archibald Joyce‘s then-popular waltz “Songe d’Automne” (Autumn Dream).[28] In feature films based on the Titanic disaster, the “Bethany” version was used in the 1929 film Atlantic and the 1943, 1953 and 1997 films titled Titanic, but the “Horbury” version was played in the 1958 film, A Night to Remember.[8]

Wallace Hartley, the ship’s band leader, who went down with the ship (as did all other musicians on board), liked the hymn and had wished to have it performed at his funeral. As a Methodist Briton, he was familiar with both the “Horbury” and “Propior Deo” versions but would not likely have used “Bethany”. His father, a Methodist choirmaster, used the “Propior Deo” version at church. His family were certain that he would have used the “Propior Deo” version,[30] and it is this tune’s opening notes that appear on Hartley’s memorial[29][31] and that were played at his funeral.[30] However, a record slip for a 1913 Edison cylinder recording of “Nearer, My God, to Thee”, featuring the “Bethany” version, states that “When the great steamship ‘Titanic’ sank in mid-ocean in April 1912, it was being played by the band and sung by the doomed passengers, even as the boat took her final plunge.”[32] George Orrell, the bandmaster of the rescue ship, RMS Carpathia, who spoke with survivors, related: “The ship’s band in any emergency is expected to play to calm the passengers. After the Titanic struck the iceberg the band began to play bright music, dance music, comic songs – anything that would prevent the passengers from becoming panic-stricken… various awe-stricken passengers began to think of the death that faced them and asked the bandmaster to play hymns. The one which appealed to all was ‘Nearer My God to Thee’.”[33]

“Nearer, My God, to Thee” was sung by the doomed crew and passengers of the SS Valencia as it sank off the Canadian coast in 1906, which may be the source of the Titaniclegend.[34]

Oh My Godfathers!

Who is he like? No, nSteve McQueen?ot my godfather – don’t think I have one – but it was a convenient expression to use for this blog post. I’m referring, in case you haven’t guessed, to our friend Roland (“Roly”) who is over from Australia at present. Do you think he resembles Steve McQueen?

Stevie

 

 

 

 

 

Stevie baby

 

 

 

 

 

Or is he more like another famous heartthrob from Hollywood? What about Paul Newman (a little later in life than the photograph below)?

 

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Or could it be Marlon Brando? Just think of the dashing Fletcher Christian in “The Mutiny on the Bounty” (1962)….

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Brando-LS

 

 

 

 

 

Well, actually, I was thinking more along the lines of  “The Godfather”!

The other Godfather

“Want a nice horse?”

Oh yes, as well, they all have something else in common….

Clint

Come rain or shine….

Happiness is a rool-up

Happiness is a roll-up cigarette (not to be confused with “roll-mops”!)

 

 

Oh, What a Beautiful Morning!

The agapanthus is as high as an elephant's eye

There’s a bright golden haze on the ocean,
There’s a bright golden haze on the ocean,
The agapanthus is as high as an elephant’s eye,
An’ it looks like it’s climbin’ clear up to the sky…

 

Well, it was a beautiful morning and there was even an elephant in the sky, and other animals and faces. Then the clouds held hands and there were a few showers… but I took some shots on the terrace while the going was good – before going about the chores on a busy day.

 

 

 

Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin’

Music by Richard Rodgers, lyric by Oscar Hammerstein II
Copyright © 1943 by Williamson Music
Copyright Renewed.
International Copyright Secured
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.


There’s a bright golden haze on the meadow,
There’s a bright golden haze on the meadow,
The corn is as high as an elephant’s eye,
An’ it looks like its climbin’ clear up to the sky.

Chorus:
Oh what a beautiful morning,
Oh what a beautiful day,
I’ve got a wonderful feeling,
Everything’s going my way.

Repeat chorus

All the cattle are standing like statues,
All the cattle are standing like statues,
They don’t turn their heads as they see me ride by.
But a little brown mav’rick is winking her eye.

Repeat chorus

All the sounds of the earth are like music,
All the sounds of the earth are like music,
The breeze is so busy it don’t miss a tree,
And an ol’ Weepin’ Willer is laughin’ at me.

Repeat chorus

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Sunset Over the Harbour at Cockwood

After dinner at “The Anchor” on Saturday evening we (Mary and Geoff, Roland, Chris and me) took a stroll around the harbour. The tide was in (we don’t always catch it), the sky turned to gold and then fire; and we were in the flight-path of a flock of Canada Geese taking off in an orderly fashion. What a treat!

Another Weird Evening

I’m just bringing the red hot lasagne, and the equally hot dish of left-over stuffed marrow, out of the oven and putting them on the table mats. Firstly, I divide the marrow into three and pop a piece on each of the three plates. While I’m dividing the hot lasagne Chris decides to help make space on the small table by clearing away the empty dish and putting it on the worktop beside the sink.

The dish is still piping hot, and it’s not exactly empty either – a large spoon, weighted more heavily at one end, is in the hot dish. Using a tea towel, Chris picks up the hot dish and the large spoon falls out of the dish and onto the table, but as it falls it first hits the fork on Chris’s plate; now the fork is rather like the strangely weighted serving spoon in that the fork also is weighted more heavily at one end… Hence the fork flips off the plate and is in mid-air when my husband cleverly catches the fork before it hits the floor.

By this time the heat from the dish is making itself felt through the tea towel and Chris makes a mad dash across the kitchen to the work top by the sink… He makes it. The hot dish, now with the serving spoon back inside it, is safely on the work top; and, shaking his hot hands, Chris returns to the table.

I am placing the last third section of lasagne on my plate when there is a mighty crash on the ceramic floor tiles beside the sink – the serving spoon (not exactly free of the stuffed marrow) had tumbled over, out of the dish and over the work top, and deposited its cheesy load onto the tiles. Our friend and house guest Roland (AKA the “Bird-man from Brisbane”) cracks up and has a fit of the giggles, Chris cleans up the floor and I have to be told what was so funny because I have been busy dishing out the hot lasagne from the other oven dish.

After the giggles and the dinner I leave the men to do their bit by washing up. I am going into my studio when I hear Chris answering a comment Roly made about our unusual sink island:

“Oh yes, this sink is designed for three people to use at the same time. We’ve never used it that way yet but… oh well…”

I crack up and head back into the kitchen to see Chris proceed to wash up in each of the three positions. Roly has the giggles again.

Jet Streams and a New Pair of Legs

What weather! What skies! What lovely mornings and pretty sunsets on the terrace! And what of the “new pair of legs”? Well, they don’t belong to me (although my happy feet can be seen lolling on a chair in the photographs). No, the new legs to which I refer have come all the way from Australia (although mine also have come from Australia – just not recently); you might recognise that they are Roland’s. Our old friend wasn’t joking when he promised to bring the sunshine with him. And the people jetting off to other climes will be missing out on our perfect English summer.

The Abandoned Shogun – I’m Your Man

“Isn’t a Shogun a Japanese warrior?” I asked Chris upon returning to the spot where I’d left him on the bridle path.

He looked at me nonplussed and, thinking he hadn’t heard me (well my husband is a tad deaf), I asked again:

“Isn’t a Shogun a Japanese….”

“Yes,” Chris snapped (a bit annoyed that I thought him deaf), “I heard what you said but I was taking a few seconds to compute your words, considering that I was just enjoying the countryside while I waited for you to return to that abandoned bike and photograph it.”

“Well, the bike is a “Shogun” – at least that’s what is printed on it – and it reminded me of that programme on television years ago.”

“With Richard Chamberlain,” Chris remembered.

“That’s right,” I was glad he remembered. “Don’t you think Burt Reynolds would have been better in ‘Shogun’?”

Chris may have heard me but chose not to answer.

“I’m so lucky to have a husband who understands me,” I said.

A bit earlier, when we were leaving Cockwood Harbour (tide out, yet again!), I held my empty coke tin in my hand and asked Chris:

“Do you remember if there’s a rubbish bin around here?”

“I don’t think so,” answered Chris.

“No,” I agreed, “I’ll have to take it home with me.”

Suddenly Chris began singing in a deep gravelly voice (not dissimilar to one of my favourite singers, Leonard Cohen):

“You’ll have to ‘take it for a ride… I’m your can!”

Lucky for me – I understand him too. If you don’t understand just click on the link below to the song on Youtube or look at the words below that. And on a final note, if I go back tomorrow on the bridle path and see that the abandoned “Shogun” is no longer there, i shall rename it “Shogone”.

 

Leonard Cohen – I’m Your Man – YouTube

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOnXe8ttmjY

11 Apr 2011 – Uploaded by Makiaveliko85

I’m Your Man by Leonard Cohen Album: I’m Your Man Year: 1988 [Lyrics] If you want a lover I’ll do …

“I’m Your Man”

If you want a lover
I’ll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I’ll wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I’m your man
If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
I’ll examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
I’m your manAh, the moon’s too bright
The chain’s too tight
The beast won’t go to sleep
I’ve been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Or I’d crawl to you baby
And I’d fall at your feet
And I’d howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And I’d claw at your heart
And I’d tear at your sheet
I’d say please, please
I’m your manAnd if you’ve got to sleep
A moment on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the street alone
I’ll disappear for you
If you want a father for your child
Or only want to walk with me a while
Across the sand
I’m your man

If you want a lover
I’ll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I’ll wear a mask for you

Cycling or What?

We were going to cycle over to Cockwood Harbour after breakfast this morning… Well, it was so sunny and inviting out on the terrace, and we agreed that you have to grab your opportunities for cycling on these rare hot and dry days in the English summer. But first I had to shower, and while I was in the shower our girl from New York (Airbnb) called out to say that she was leaving; then we decided to do the change-over before cycling; and while I was in cleaning mode I cleaned the upstairs loo and bathroom, and when I was watering the garden I noticed there was a little more to do – the steps leading down to the front garden were in desperate need of bleaching and scrubbing with a yard broom (and a colony of snails had to be annihilated).

We were going to go cycling to Cockwood Harbour after our guest had gone and all the watering, scrubbing, snail culling, cleaning and washing was done… well, it was such a beautiful hot day. But I had to make some scones because we had family visitors coming for afternoon tea at three o’clock…

We were going to take a shorter ride to the ford this evening… it was still lovely and sunny and we like nothing better than to dangle our feet over the little bridge into the cool running water at the ford. But after the goodbyes to family and hellos to new visitors from Belgium (Airbnb), and washing up, and watering, and a nice refreshing shower and hair-wash… we didn’t feel like cycling anymore. Tomorrow morning we’re going cycling – whatever!