While cleaning up my emails (Lord, did I ever need to get THAT done — I had stuff going back to 2010!) I came across an email dated 2017 from our friend Erika Sauter, notifying those of us involved, of the publication of a collection of works by a bunch of us. and providing a link.
Finding this project again was fun and a great way to spend a morning. …
Charles Dickens, born in Portsmouth, England February 8, 1812 — died in his home, Gads Hill in Rochester, Kent, England June 9, 1870,
Denied a formal education thanks to his Father being incarcerated in debtors prison, and his having to take factory work to survive, Dickens still managed to become one of Englands’ greatest writers of all time. Charles Dickens was an avowed supporter of children’s rights, education and a wide range of social reforms.
A printed epitaph circulated at the time of the funeral reads:
“To the Memory of Charles Dickens (England’s most popular author) who died at his residence, Higham, near Rochester, Kent, 9 June 1870, aged 58 years. He was a sympathiser with the poor, the suffering, and the oppressed; and by his death, one of England’s greatest writers is lost to the world.” …
Polonius’ advice to his son, Laertes, on the eve of his departure to France:
… There; my blessing with thee!And these few precepts in thy memory
See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch’d, unfledged comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, Bear’t that the opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment. …
We first met Laila Biali sometime in 2000. She was teaching piano at our neighbourhood music school and we ended up going to hear her play at a local bar. Her playing was great but very under-appreciated by the after-work crowd that was the audience.
Laila let us know that she would be performing with her jazz trio at a Toronto music venue, where she would be playing real jazz. We went, of course.
We really enjoyed Lailas’ performance and over the next couple of years, when she was playing in Toronto, we tried to go to see her shows as often as possible. …
In Part 1, I described our journey through Portugal until we arrived in Lisbon.
I cannot recall how long we remained in Lisbon, at the Flamingo Hotel, but to me, at the time, it seemed like forever. As I previously mentioned, my parents, especially my Mother, liked to sight-see and walk. Did I mention the walking? (Sigh.)
I also cannot recall how we dealt with our new puppy, the 6-week old, very fat and lazy Guarda. Possibly left him at the hotel while we wandered…those details are hazy — it’s been 69 years you know.
All I know is that we investigated and checked out pretty much every landmark, park, museum and art gallery within tram or walking distance. …
Here I go with the Crockpot again!
For New Years’ Eve dinner, I wanted to make a dessert that was appropriate for the time of the year.
This Christmas I never got around to making a Christmas plum pudding, nor a fruitcake, so this recipe I have for Sticky Toffee Pudding seemed like an excellent substitute. (Who could resist anything with the word Toffee in the name?)
After a relaxing New Years’ Day, this morning we were greeted by a fresh snowfall.
At -1 degree C, that snowfall, while relatively small, was really heavy. We decided to get it done before breakfast to work up an appetite.
So every year on Christmas morning we usually light a fire in the living room, set up a small glass table, and serve breakfast.
This year was different because, with the overnight snowfall, we decided to clear that up first, have a light breakfast after and save the fireplace meal for brunch.
Meantime, I thought French toast would be a great plan. One small fallacy in that plan was that I had forgotten to buy a loaf of egg bread when I went for groceries that week. …