It seems weird but this group of friends never walked on the pavement nearest to the The Borstal. There was a foreboding air about the building, everyone in the neighbourhood knew something about it or had a story to tell of they saw or heard. Whether it was true or not, no one knew.
The gossip was, it a school for stubborn boys and girls whose parents had sent them there because the family couldn’t cope with them. It was common knowledge that parents like saying to their children, “Behave yourself or else you’ll end up in the Borstal. Sometimes the child replies “Yeah you can’t do anything to me.” Sure enough that’s a standoff if there ever was one. It didn’t last for long because sounds of running feet took the child to the neighbours house for refuge. Apologies and pleadings later the child was admitted to the parents house. No Borstal for him or her. Years ago corporal punishment was the thing and not many escaped it but I still wondered where the love was in their families.
I so hated the existence of that building; the threats, the crying, the screams being the process of bringing up a child. Children need to be brought up to be respectful, know the difference between right and wrong but not this way. Though I am paraphrasing ‘Spare the rod and spoil the child’ is in the Bible, Proverbs 13:25 but I am sure God didn’t mean cruelty to children.
I once found an old 1950s copy of a magazine which had amazing content touching different aspects of life and giving advice in the most elegant way. The photos showed people who were graceful not so glossy and superficial. I’m sure lots of bloggers have seen or read a current copy of Good Housekeeping magazine, love it or hate it, there is a variety of topics to interest.
Now being the eldest I was an observer and learner in school and at home, there was no choice, in my family a girl child got the same privilege as a boy child and I was the eldest child of two eldest children. So at home I observed pregnancies and both nice and terrifying family situations, (I mean illness/infant mortality) , discussion and advice sessions, learnt to tell stories, keep house and cook. Both my parents worked. I had an Uncle whose hobby was photography and once a month when we visited, we had our photos taken for free and a collection built up.
There is Grace in Housekeeping, a reminder that there is really grace in good housekeeping, even though most people do get fed up with housekeeping. My blog will add a little humour, salt, fire and spicy loveliness to everyone in their different situations.
The Police Department was tense, an elusive trickster had sent a message that he had all the toys. The toys had been donated by the school children for the new Homeless Family Centre. Everyone knew they weren’t stolen, just moved to a place and clues would soon be left for them to be found.
So the wait was on but the longer it took to get the first note the more unhappy everyone in the Appleby Town was. An alternative plan was being hatched to bring back the Community spirit, ……..
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How can we get to the depth of what the youth think?
How do they want to be treated?
How do they let us know they want less digitally induced stupor?
How do they get back to playing like we used to?
How do we go about not denying them the opportunity to experience new changes safely?
Questions! Questions Questions!
Answers! Answers! Answers!
We need answers though, in order to give our children a happy childhood.
We need to keep them inspired, motivated and empowered.
We need to get them to be able to visualise a good living and a bright future
A bit of childhood memory, running outside to chase the storm, get the first of the rain on our heads and the reaction of mothers everywhere. As the words of the first line came, I had the music of ‘London’s Burning’ humming in my head. Do entertain yourselves, children, family and friends with this. In response to today’s ‘Daily Prompt :Storm
The storm is coming
The storm is coming
Kaba Kaba! Kaba Kaba!
Hurry Hurry! Hurry Hurry!
Get Inside! Get Inside!
Jaja Jaja! Jaja Jaja!
Pitter Patter! Pitter Patter!
Run Faster! Run Faster!
Vava Vava! Vava Vava!
Come Come! Come Come!
Strike storm! Strike storm!
Written by Susanna Dziworshie
The sun is shining,
The children ran out to play,
Squeals of laughter follow like a river,
Sometimes there are some tears,
But their amount is only minute.
Knocks on doors from persistent children
Who are always brave to ask what they want,
Why can’t we play with your children?
The answer can be yes or no
And they accept it with mannerisms to match.
Children are free, children are fun,
How I look forward to hearing their laughter
In the summertime sunshine.
Flowers are flourishing in our gardens because it ‘s spring going on to summer.
L O V E has been lit on St Valentine’s day to grow and flourish couples hand in hand.
Over the rainbow and at its end is flourishing the gold to make the band of rings.
Unlimited are they in showing their exuberance when children flourish in the playground.
Reaching out with joy to touch in the game of Tag, which flourishes around the globe.
Is it so popular because there’s really no need for teams, equipment or scores?
So when you hear laughter in the evening time, love is flourishing with a walk.
Happy noon laughter means we’ve let the kids out into the garden to flourish with nature.