St. David's Day

My birthday falls on 1st March and I have always been aware that it is St. David's Day but never given him a thought until now.  So, who was this David bloke.  Below is everything you need to know about St. David's Day - but were afraid to ask.

St David (Welsh: Dewi Sant) was born towards the end of the fifth century. He was a scion of the royal house of Ceredigion, and founded a Celtic monastic community at Glyn Rhosyn (The Vale of Roses) on the western headland of Pembrokeshire (Sir Benfro), at the spot where St David's Cathedral stands today. David's fame as a teacher and ascetic spread throughout the Celtic world. His foundation at Glyn Rhosin became an important Christian shrine, and the most important centre in Wales. The date of Dewi Sant's death is recorded as 1 March, but the year is uncertain – possibly 588. As his tearful monks prepared for his death St David uttered these words: 'Brothers be ye constant. The yoke which with single mind ye have taken, bear ye to the end; and whatsoever ye have seen with me and heard, keep and fulfil'.

Saint David's Day is not a national holiday in the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Similarly in the United States of America, it has regularly been celebrated, although it is not an official holiday. It is invariably celebrated by Welsh societies throughout the world with dinners, parties, eisteddfodau (recitals and concerts).


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 Additionally, various Welsh Regiments of the British Army utilize aspects of Saint David's cross, Saint David himself, or songs of Saint David in their formalities during the celebrations. Many Welsh people wear one or both of the national emblems of Wales on their lapel to celebrate St. David: the daffodil (a generic Welsh symbol which is in season during March) or the leek (Saint David's personal symbol) on this day. The leek arises from an occasion when a troop of Welsh were able to distinguish each other from a troop of English enemy dressed in similar fashion by wearing leeks.^[15] The association between leeks and daffodils is strengthened by the fact that they have similar names in Welsh, Cenhinen (leek) and Cenhinen Pedr (daffodil, literally "Peter's leek"). Younger girls sometimes wear traditional Welsh costumes to school. This costume consists of a long woollen skirt, white blouse, woollen shawl and a Welsh hat

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Walk with me by the water as I age ...

A BEAUTIFUL POEM ABOUT GROWING OLDER:

Bugger... 
I forgot the words....

Diary Entry - A Round Heeled Woman

I have just finished reading a book called  “A Round Heeled Woman” by Jane Juska.

You know what a sucker I am for a well-written book – this is one of them.  It had me enthralled from the moment I picked it up.  This was possibly because of its content as much as the quality of the writing.  Jane was a 66 year old woman on the look out for sex.  It is the story of how she found it.  Inbetween the story of her sexual encounters, there is an underlying text about literature.  She was an English teacher for all of her life with  a passion for Trollope.

In one section where she is giving a class in San Quentin prison, she reads a passage from ‘Great Expectations’ by Charles Dickens.  This is one of my favourite films, especially the 1940’s version with John Mills.  Ashamedly, I have never read the book, but the passage she quotes about the meeting on the marshes with the convict  Magwitch, says more than any picture can reveal.

            “A fearful man, all in coarse grey, with a great iron on his leg. 

            A man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and with an old rag

            tied round his head.  A man who had been soaked in water, and

            smothered in mud, and lamed by stones, and cut by flints, and

            stung by nettles, and torn by briars; who limped and shivered,

            and glared, and growled; and whose teeth chattered in his

            head, as he seized me by the chin.”

How good a description is that, brilliant, that’s what!  So, of course, I intend to read the book now – how could I not?

Magwitch and Pip

Janes’ book was very touching and when times were tough for her I wept with her.  In the last chapter she writes:-

            In the beginning of all this, I had thought to make my life fuller,

            Not just happier.  I had thought that my passion, which had

            Served so many people so well when I was a teacher, might find

            A place to put itself before it subsided into the contentment of

            Old age.  I thought right; I got what I hoped for.  What is just

            As far away as ever is the contentment of old age.  I doubt that

            It comes, ever.  There is the inevitable falling off of energy, I

            Suppose, certainly the falling away of flesh from the bone, and

            In some of us a flagging of the spirit.  It’s called dying.  But

            Contentment?  Peace?  I think we just get tired, and people who

            Write junk about us, because contentment makes better greeting

            Cards, mistake fatigue for serenity.

This Day In History

My Diary Entry for 11th February 2010

The book I am reading at the moment ‘Wish I May’ by Justine Picardie, struck a note with me whilst I was reading in the bath this morning.  I am actually enjoying the book, although it isn’t the kind of ‘chick lit’ that I would normally go for.  In one passage the author describes the kind of house ‘Kate’, the protagonist of the book, would buy if it could be found:-

            A little wooden house by the sea:  a perfect cottage, in the sand dunes

            With a garden gate that led straight to the beach.  Inside there would

            Be sun-bleached linen and walls the colour of seashells; shelves

            Made out of driftwood and a worn teak floor.  Outside would be clean

            Air and golden light, the crash of waves beyond empty expanses of

            Unlittered, perfect sand.  Her very own Shangri-la.

This is a version of my own fantasy house and the pictures I often find in ‘Country Living’ magazine are very like the above description.  I play a game with the weekend newspapers in the Home section when I go through all the adverts and decide which house I would buy given an endless supply of money.  To be honest I have never really found one that fits my exacting imaginary requirements.  I play the same game with the television programme ‘Escape to the Country’, and in all the programmes I have watched, I have only ever seen one that I would gladly move in to.  So in all probability, the house I fantasise about is just that – a fantasy.  My dream home is just a dream!

I popped over to Janets’ house this morning to use her computer for finding some more of my ancestors, there is a puzzle I am working on concerning one of my great grandmothers x 3, and although I have accumulated a good deal more paperwork, I am still no nearer to solving the puzzle.  Perhaps that is what tracing your family is all about – solving the puzzle.

We had a snow storm this morning which lasted for about fifteen minutes, then vanished.  This has got to be one of the longest winters I can remember, I can’t seem to keep warm even with the heating on all day; albeit on a low mark, just to keep the chill off.

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Today is just an ordinary day.  But, maybe we shouldn't ignore  the ordinary days - just maybe, way back in time, something happened to mark this particular day as special.

55 – Tiberius Claudius Caesar Britannicus, heir to the Roman Emperorship, dies under mysterious circumstances in Rome. This clears the way for Nero to become Emperor.



1531 – Henry VIII of England is recognized as supreme head of the Church of England

1752 – Pennsylvania Hospital, the first hospital in the United States, is opened by Benjamin Franklin.

1808 – Jesse Fell burns anthracite on an open grate as an experiment in heating homes with coal.

1873 – King Amadeus I of Spain abdicates.

1942 – The first gold record is presented to Glenn Miller for "Chattanooga Choo Choo".

1978 – Censorship: the People's Republic of China lifts a ban on works by Aristotle, William Shakespeare and Charles Dickens.

1990 – Nelson Mandela is released from Victor Verster Prison outside Cape Town, South Africa after 27 years as a political prisoner.

1997 – Space Shuttle Discovery is launched on a mission to service the Hubble Space Telescope.

So you see, although 11th February is to us just like any other day,  some pretty important things have happened through out history.