Seligor's Castle, fun for all the children of the world. Jack N Jill
SELIGOR WELCOMES
"Flat Stanley" To The Castle
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For the past two weeks Flat Stanley has staying here on holiday with Diddily, Auntie Toni (Nanna) and Peter. We went to many places. Here below is a list of all the places and things we did. Enjoy xxx
Saturday May 7th
Just arrived today, Ben sent me up to Diddily’s where Nanna is staying on holiday in Pontybodkin. We won’t be going out till Monday. I shall rest till then.
Monday May 9th.
Today I went shopping to Mold with Nanna, Diddily and Peter. We went to a café and had a lovely meal, and Diddily had her new glasses from the pretty ladies in the shop.
Tuesday May 10th
We couldn’t go out because the men were coming to finish the kitchen so we watched a film on the television.
Wednesday May 11th
A day in again today, Nanna made us tortilla for supper, it was lovely. Diddily lives in Pontybodkin, Isn’t it a funny name it means “The Bodkin Bridge” in Cymraeg, that is Welsh by the way.
Thursday May 12th.
We went to see Nannie Joan then on to Kimnel Bay to visit Kayleigh and her two younger sons Jayden and Cory. We had chips from the chip shop. On the way home we went the back way to Bontnewydd where Nanna used to live when she was young.
Friday May 13th
I helped Nanna and Diddily catalogue a lot of books, there is still a lot more to do.
Saturday May 14th.
We went on another adventure this afternoon to Cefn Meiriadog and the Neuadd Owen where there were two choirs performing. The first one was a Saxophones Choir, they were really good. The second one was Ladies singing, they were very good too, but I didn’t understand the language.
Sunday 15th May
Today has been my favourite day we went for a ride on a real steam train. It was fabulous we went all the way from Llangollen, stopping at Berwyn, Glyndyfrdwy and Carrog. We stopped for a cup of tea and a look around the railway shop then made the return journey.On the way home back over the Horseshoe Pass, we went into the Ponderosa for a lovely lunch. We saw so many sheep and baby lambs. Now I am so tired, I am going for a nap so I shall see you all tomorrow.
Monday 16th May
Stayed home pouring down with rain, Nana did Diddily’s ironing.
Tuesday 17th May
Diddily was not well today so I stayed at home and looked after her. Nanna took some pictures of the Colliery Wheel Monument
Wednesday 18th May
Today was fabulous we went to The Lady Lever Art Gallery in Port Sunlight Cheshire, it was fantastic we had a lovely dinner, Southern Fried chicken wraps like Diddily and a huge piece of coffee and walnut cake… yummy yum, yum . Home to Kent tomorrow I will be very sad to leave Wales and all the friends I have made.
Thursday 19th May
Today it is very early and Nanna and I are travelling back to Birchington. It was sad saying goodbye. We won’t get back to Birchington till past 6pm tonight. I had a wonderful time and hope I am allowed back when it is Jessie’s turn to take me away on holiday with Her.
WEDNESDAY 18th MAY
This painting shows a poacher and his faithful dog awaiting trial. The dog as a companion in adversity became a subject frequently treated by the artist, for example 'His Only Friend' (1871) at Manchester Art Gallery, Sympathy' (1877) at the Royal Holloway College and 'Companions in Misfortune (1883) at Tate Britain.
'Fidelity' was well received by the critics, although the Times objected to its lack of realism - prisoners are not locked up with their dogs, earthenware jars and loose straw. The Art Journal critic particularly admired the dog:
'very admirable for the expression of sympathy and pity he bestows upon his master; the head is well studied and capitally painted.'
From the Lady Lever Art Gallery.
Fidelity when personified stands for the secular aspect of Faith, or the trust that exists between a master and servant. In art, Fidelity is often a woman, and is shown holding a golden seal and a key. Fidelity may be shown alone, or may be accompanied by a dog, a symbol of not only faithfulness but also fidelity.
Briton Rivière (14 August 1840 – 1920) was an Irish artist born in London, England.
His first pictures appeared at the British Institution, and in 1857 he exhibited three works at the Royal Academy, but it was not until 1863 that he became a regular contributor to the Academy exhibitions. In that year he was represented by "The Eve of the Spanish Armada", and in 1864 by a "Romeo and Juliet". Subjects of this kind did not, however, attract him long, for in 1865 he began, with a picture of a "Sleeping Deer-hound", a series of paintings of animal-subjects which later occupied him almost exclusively.
He also painted portraits, most notably of his brother in law, Sydney Thompson Dobell, the poet and breeder of deerhounds. A pencil sketch of Sydney Dobell by him is in the National Portrait Gallery. Sydney Dobell's deerhounds appeared in several of his works, notably "The Empty Chair" of 1869. A bloodhound figures in "Requiescat", "The Last of the Garrison" and "Naughty Boy or Compulsory Education" (1909), which was used by Pears Soap in the sequence of promotional pictures begun with Millais' "Bubbles".
This is Ivor the Engine, he also lives in the same place as Thomas the Tank and the Heritage Train which Nanna, Peter and Diddily went on, on Sunday.
And so this is Goodbye from
FLAT STANLEY
ON
HOLIDAY WITH
NANNA IN PONTYBODKIN
I hope we meet again soon.
SELIGOR'S CASTLE
**JACK AND JILL**
The book which I have taken this story from is called Merry Tales for Merry Children. It was written around 1916-17 just as the Ist World War started I guess. There are quite a few stories in the annual, and most of them do refere to the war and the enemies that we were fighting against, but I am not sure if I shall write all of them out for you.
The one below 'My Hospital' is one of the nicer tales and I remember my own sons passing many hours playing with their Airfix* toy soldiers, they used to be scattered everywhere, unfortunately if Misty or Sally found any stray ones they were taken away and chewed to bits. Still enjoy the story below, I have no idea who wrote it for there is no mention of an author listed.
My Hospital.
My brother Bob is a great general. He has lots of soldiers and every day he makes them fight a battle. He sticks them up in two lines, and then he fires dried peas at them out of a little cannon. He goes on like this for a long time, and then he says it's time for the ambulance wagon to come.
I'm the ambulance wagon. I'm dressed like a nurse, and I have a red cross band on my arm. Bobstops firing when I come on the battlefield, because he says, "you must never fire on the Red Cross Ambulance." So I pick up the wounded soldiers and takes them off to hospital.
My dog Jacko is an ambulance wagon too. Sometimes he picks up the wounded soldiers in his mouth and brings them to me. I'm sorry to say that once he bit off the head of a poor wounded soldier. He didn't mean to do it; but he did it because his teeth are so sharp and he doesn't know it.
After today's battle I brought in a little blue-jacket with a broken arm. When I had put a bandage on it, Jacko licked him. I suppose he did that to make the blue-jacket well.
I had rather a bad case with one soldier. Bob got his sword at one part of the battle and charged the enem. One soldier had his head sliced right off. But I picked him up and glued his head on quite nicely, and put a bandage over his poor face, and gave him some gruel and put him in bed. Tomorrow I am sure he will be quite well again.
One thing about these soldiers I don't like at all. They will never give up their guns, but they stick tight to them all the time, day and night. I can't get them to let me put them away in a safe place. They won't even part with them even when they are wounded, so I have to put them in bed, guns and all. Real soldiers don't do that, do they?
It really is quite annoying
Airfix* brand name for toy model soldiers, amongst many other things.
Playing with a little kitten Dozy Dora lost her knitting.
Before too long the cat went missing, leaving Dora clucking, fussing.
If her hearing had been better she might have heard it gently snoring
- curled up in a half-finished mitten.
“Oh where is that knitting?” she swore and she cussed,
Pulling her hair until it was mussed.
It was not until late the next morning she looked in a drawer for a shilling
to pay a man at the door
And there was the knitting and in it the kitten,
The end of the wool all caught up in its claws!
Carefully she unravelled it, anxious not to make it skit
But intent as she was on her lip-biting task she quite forgot the waiting milkman
And rap, rap, rap, he struck her knocker and up jumped Puss, his two eyes round.
In a flash he was out of the drawer running as he hit the ground,
half a mile outside the pound,
Dozy Dora's unravelled mitten trailing out behind him, but at least, thought Dora,
he was safe and sound.
Putting out a bowl of milk (after paying off the churlish merchant) she found his little bell and rang it.
Presently the cat came back with half a mitten wrapped around it.
“Oh dear,” said Dozy Dora and put down the old tin mug of coconut milk and honey she was drinking with a loud clatter.
Try as she might she just couldn't remember who she had been making the mitten for but eventually decided it didn't really matter...
As it was they were for herself, to try to stop her fingers aching and to help her take hot cake
from out of the oven (she was very good at baking).
She remembered eventually of course, just after the main course,
her guests all now quite anxious for pudding.
Quickly she sent our the cat, in his best frock and cap to buy what he could for a shilling.
Imagine her stare when he flew down the stairs with a tray of cup-cakes and chocolate éclairs.
"I was saving them for a rainy day," he purred,
"Is it raining then?" Dora asked the kitten, "you might have told me earlier, I might have remembered to bring in the washing."
But the clever kitten had already done it and do you know what?
He had even finished knitting the mitten.
Dear old Dozy Dora and her helpful kitten!
DONALD DUCK, IRRITABLE AS HE IS, ALWAYS MAKES US SMILE. A SLOPPY WALK AND SHRILL SPEECH ARE HIS LOVED TRAITS. BUT ASK 'ELMER FUDD' WHO WILL SAY THAT HE IS BUGGED BY THAT ' WASCALLY WABBIT'. BUGS MAY BE WICKED FOR ELMER BUT ISN'T HE WONDERFUL FOR US?
Try and think out the answer before using 'MOUSE OVER!'
PASS YOUR MOUSE OVER THE QUESTION MARKS
(???) FOR THE ANSWER TO EACH QUESTION! ANSWER
WINDOW WILL OPEN. JUST CLICK OK TO MAKE THE ANSWER GO AWAY AND GO ON TO THE NEXT
QUESTION!
1.Who directed Bugs in the cartoon film 'A Wild Hare' his first film appearance?
6.In his screen debut, Bugs
rose casually from his rabbit hole, chewing on a carrot, peering down
the barrel of a gun, and cracked a cool Eh-h-h-h___________ ?' What
were the famous first words?
Bugs Bunny was born in 1940, in Brooklyn
with the help of many creators Ben "Bugs" Hardaway (that created the
prototype of Bugs's character), Bob Clampett, Tex Avery (that developed
his personality), Robert McKimson (responsible for the character's
final design), Chuck Jones, and Friz Freleng. Bugs Bunny was voiced by
Mel Blanc, that mixed the accent from a person from Bronx with that of
one from Brooklyn.
Many believe that Bugs's personality was
influenced by Max Hare, that stared in the Silly Symphony The Tortoise
and the Hare. The famous rabbit became popular during World War II,
when he became star of the Merrie Melodies series. His popularity
increased because the production studio put him against the biggest
enemies of that time: Adolf Hitler, Herman Goering, and the Japanese.
Bugs
also received an Oscar nomination for Hiawatha's Rabbit Hunt (1942),
and won the award for Knighty-Knight Bugs (1958). The last movie
released in theaters featuring Bugs Bunny was False Hare released in
1964. After appearing during the 1970s and '80s, he made the big screen
in 1996, co-staring Michael Jordan in Space Jam. Today, Bugs Bunny can
be seen on television and in special commercial or movies and shows no
sign of giving up the fame.
Here is a little song but it isn't about a Jack, but it is about a boy and it was written by a William. I wonder if you can guess who wrote it?. When That I Was and a Little Tiny Boy.
When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
For when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came unto my beds, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; With toss-pots still had drunken heads, For the rain it raineth every day.
A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day.
When that I Was and a Little Tiny Boy
Well and what do you think about that, a bit different than a nursery song of say 50 years ago. The reason being, it was written by the great William Shakespeare hundreds of years ago about the year 1550.
And it was sung in the epilogue of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night. Tune contemporaneous with words; ca 1550. RG From Songs From Shakespeare's Plays, Kines
Jack and Jill
Jack and Jill went up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water,
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after. Up Jack got and home he ran,
As fast as he could caper.
There his mother bound his head,
With vinegar and brown paper Jill came in and she did grin To see Jack's paper plaster. Her mother vexed, did whip her neck For causing Jacks Disaster.
Hoorah, hoorah The ants go marching one by one, Hoorah hoorah The ants go marching one by one, The little one stops to suck his thumb, And they all go marching across the floor, under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
The ants go marching two by two.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching two by two.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching two by two;
The little one stops to tie his shoe, And they all go marching across the floor, under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
The ants go marching three by three.
Hoorah! Hoorah! The ants go marching three by three.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching three by three;
The little one stops to climb a tree, And they all go marching across the floor, under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
The ants go marching four by four.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching four by four.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching four by four;
The little one stops to shut the door, And they all go marching across the floor, under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
The ants go marching five by five.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching five by five.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching five by five;
The little one stops to take a dive, And they all go marching across the floor, under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
The ants go marching six by six.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching six by six.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching six by six;
The little one stops to pick up sticks, And they all go marching across the floor, under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
The ants go marching seven by seven.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching seven by seven. Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching seven by seven;
The little one stops to pray to heaven, And they all go marching across the floor, under the door, down the drain, into the rain, Zoom, zoom, zoom!
The ants go marching eight by eight.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching eight by eight.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching eight by eight;
The little one stops to rollerskate, And they all go marching across the floor, under the door, down the drain, into the rain
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
The ants go marching nine by nine.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching nine by nine.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching nine by nine;
The little one stops to check the time, And they all go marching across the floor, under the door, down the drain, into the rain,
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
The ants go marching ten by ten.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching ten by ten.
Hoorah! Hoorah!
The ants go marching ten by ten;
The little one stops to shout
"THE END!!"
But they all kept marching across the floor, under the door, down the drain, into the rain.
Zoom, zoom, zoom.
MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow, And every where that Mary went the lamb was sure to go
"What makes the lamb, love Mary so?" The eager children cried. "Why, 'cos Mary loves the lamb so much." And that's the reason why
It followed her to school one day, which was against the rule; It made the children laugh and play to see a lamb at school.
And so the teacher turned it out, but still it lingered near, And waited patiently about until Mary did appear
CURLY LOCKS
Curly Locks! Curly Locks! Wilt thou be mine, Thou shalt not wash dishes, Nor yet feed the swine; But sit on a cushion, And so a fine seam, And feed upon strawberries, Sugar and Cream
Baby Bumblebee
I'm playing with a baby bumblebee,
Won't my mummy be so proud of me,
I'm playing with a baby bumblebee,
Ouch! It stung me! (Spoken as she claps her hands together)
I'm squishing up the baby bumblebee,
Won't my mummy be so proud of me,
I'm squishing up the baby bumblebee,
Ooh! It's yucky! (Spoken she licks her hands clean)
I'm licking off the baby bumblebee,
Won't my mummy be so proud of me, I'm licking off the baby bumblebee
Yuck! I feel sick (Spoken)
Throwing up the baby bumblebee, Won't my mummy be so proud of me, Throwing up the baby bumblebee,
Oh dear! It's all over my new shoes. (Spoken as she wipes her shoes on her socks)
Wiping off the baby bumblebee, Won't my mummy be so proud at me, Wiping off the baby bumblebee.
Spoken...... Oh look there is another baby bumblebee Share
The Pretty Bird Mary had a pretty bird With feathers bright and yellow - Slender legs - upon my word - He was a pretty fellow.
COO
The dove says, Coo, What shall I do? It's hard, it's hard to keep my two. Pooh, says the wren, Why, I've got ten And keep them all like gentlemen!
NUTS The leaves are green, the nuts are brown, They hang so high they will not come down; Leave them alone till frosty weather, Then they will all come down together.
WINTER Cold and raw the north wind doth blow, Bleak in the morning early; All the hills are covered with snow, And winter's now come fairly.
And That's All There was an old man, And he had a calf, And that's half; He took him out of the stall, And put him on the wall, And that's all.
The Elves' Dance Round about, round about In a fair ring - a, Thus we dance, thus we dance And thus we sing - a, Trip and go, to and fro Over this green - a, All about, in and out, For our brave Queen - a.
LITTLE MISS MUFFET
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet, Eating of curds and whey; There came a big spider,
And sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffet away.
La señorita del arete
Se sentó en su taburete
Con su requesón para comer;
Una araña de pronto llegó,
Y la asustó, ella gritó,
Y jamás quiso volver.
SNOW AND ICE AND ICE AND SNOW Snow and Ice, Ice and Snow, Winds that whistle, whistles you blow. Big round snowmen, some small, some fat, Some with walking sticks, some with a hats.
Eyes made of coal, coal for the fire, Flames up the chimney, higher and higher. Snow turns to slush, flakes turn to rain, Down drops the temperature, it's freezing again.
Ice thick and black, black as the coal, Eyes for the snowman, again to behold. Carrots for noses, wool for his hair, Typical barometer is reading "Quite Fair."
And now my tales finished, and I'm off to my bed. I gave a hot bottle to snowy instead. Oops! night it got warmer, the snow settled down, My mum will be angry, no bottle around. I think there was something quite fluttery came by, Something, that not even, the old owl could spy I think it was shiney, with wings and a muff, And I think that her footsteps made marks soft as fluff. Maybe you to have spotted the footprints, so tiny and neat, Is it possible they were made by a small Fairy's feet? Shush!, don't stamp on the grass, or kick up the ground, I believe, you are right, there is a fairy around! Share Dorothy Milnes Simm, freezing in my bedroom in Pontybodkin
Sorry about this I have been trying to work out how to "do a mouse over," for hours.... didn't work. (A mouse over make pictures move, one on top of the other), then I scribbled the poem type rhyme. Heehetotally crazy.
One little kitten slept under a tree, Another little kitten said "Come play with me" One more little kitten came through the door, She had her friend with her, and that made four.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 A white little kitten sat on her own Whilst a black 'n white kitten lay on a silken gown
Soon eight little kittens were somewhere in the sun Each doing their own thing.
Share
to pay a man at the door
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When That I Was and a Little Tiny Boy.
But when I came unto my beds,
WINTER
Big round snowmen, some small, some fat,
EACH HAVING FUN!!