Melody of music

The melody of the song,

Creates a harmony unheard of,

It touches the heart and the soul,

Goes deep, deep within the core,

Of the listeners sitting down,

To enjoy an evening,

Of music and fun.


A prank

The stars twinkled in the sky and the crescent of the moon sent a ray of light on to the group hurdled together on the downstairs veranda.  We sat with the older siblings, it was a balmy night, the mosquitoes sang in our ears as we listened to the ghost stories.  Although we the young ones were afraid just listening to the details, the thought of walking the short distance of the darkly lit passage to the stairs and up to our bedrooms was scarier..

After we couldn’t take much more, we plucked up the courage to go.  As we were half way down the passage we heard the noise and saw something which frightened us, we screamed so loudly everyone came out of their apartments.  It was one of our neighbours playing a prank.

Value the Elderly and Teach your Children Well


“Old man, so this boy knocked on your door once, ran away and you go calling the Police” the oldest boy said disdainfully, “Isn’t that mean?”

“Surely it can only be taken as a joke, nothing else, can’t you see that?”  one other child spoke.

What kind of thinking goes on inside your heads, who would call that a joke?, said the mother of the child being blamed by the Old man and Police.

With seven children knocking and running away all morning, which one of you would like their Grand Dad or Grandma troubled in such a way.”   “And who knocked on the old man’s door first? asked the Police Constable.

“All of us except him, you’re holding on to.” pointing, the oldest whispered.

The boy’s mother started to blame herself for giving him a break from his homework, when the boys called for her son to come out to play.

So you can only whisper now, what are you lying about? said the Policeman.

It was us, he didn’t do it because we just called him to join in and hid so the old man would blame him.” the smallest of the trouble makers said.

“You are all in serious trouble because you disturbed and harassed the old man, lied and got your friend into trouble, worried his Mum and tried to make her out to be the one lying, wasting valuable Police time, that’s just for starters, so I have to see your parents at the Police Station” the Police Constable addressed them sternly.

“Oh please Sir,” came a chorus of frightened voices.

Before letting go of the boy to go home with his mother he made all of them apologise to the old man and promised not disturb him again.

What do you think?  I think there are so many lessons for us all, parents, adults and our children to learn from this. I’m sure we will and teach our children well as well as continuing to pray for our children, grand children and great grand children to be at the right place at the right with the right people and doing the right things.


Love and Kindness


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.

How Grace comes from Housekeeping

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.

Mystery of the Missing Homeless Kids’ Toys: help finish the story.


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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Investigate and fulfil for the youth

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