Currently housed at the National Library in Wales, the Black Book of Carmarthen (Peniarth MS 1) is a manuscript dating to the middle of the thirteenth century. It is believed to have been the work of a single scribe at the Priory of St. John in Carmarthen.
As you may ro may not know, I'm fascinated by anything to do with pioneers, and have been since I was a little girl. I'm particularly interested in the experiences of women who came West, and collect books on the subject. Last night I was reading a volume of Wagon Train Women, this one dealing with letters and diaries of women from 1860-65. There's a whole series, but I picked up this one since it was the time period my great great grandparents came to CA. I'm also rereading 'The Gentle Tamers' and Isabella Bird's 'A Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains', which her first person account of her trip in 1873. Another favourite, though it got packed with most of my books that went to Utah, 'They Saw the Elephant: Women in the California Gold Rush'. Now that book I really wanted to reread...
One thing I miss from when we lived in Canada is British food stuffs. Aero Bars, Digestive Biscuits, real Salt & Vinegar Crisps. Weetabix, Alpen, clotted cream, Cadbury Drinking Chocolate! So this place is always taunting me. I get my Bird's Custard Powder from them, so they send me email updates, and I always click and drool. and now, they have a free shipping offer going [weep] I could so do damage to my bank account.... [siiiigh]
Talking to my mum, and it hit me that my father turns 77 this year. I mean, yes, I know how old he is, but at the same time, I'm not sure it always quite sinks in. She was telling me he fell again, though he insists he's just fine. So since he refuses to see a doctor, what's actually going on with him is unknown. Now, when he had cancer 15 years ago, he was given maybe six months to live since the cancer had spread so far, they said that there's no way they could have gotten it all, but here he is, still pretty much in denial he ever had cancer. He only quit working full time two years ago, and still works part time now, so at least he's active, which is good because otherwise he'd sit in a chair and watch TV all day. And when he's home he makes my mum and brother crazy. So all in all, a good thing.
But other than that, she seems to be happy. The move to Utah, which will be two years this October was a good one, despite the mind numbing stress of it all. She has a job she loves, she finally has her own house, which she's never had before, and the people in the area have been so good to them. Kept an eye on my parents till my brother moved in, so I didn't have to worry as much :) Of course, mum really hopes we move next year, so we'll see how that goes.
I discovered this blog through sitemeter: The Harriet Tubman Agenda. Lots of thoughtful posts on education and home schooling.
Just a reminder about the Summer Blog Virtual BBQ.
Went to see Dead Man's Chest for the third time with Nin, Carolyn, Fred, Fred's friend and Carolyn's friend. They all went out after, Nin and I went home for my birthday dinner. We ate and watched Firefly, and drank a bottle of my fave wine: Cardinal Zin from Bonny Doon winery. Nin didn't get me a cake, so we got two eclairs at Whole Foods, and they were nasty.
One of the Cotillion gals has a brand new blog: God Divas
Yesterday, I posted the link to 'safe' churches. Today, it was linked by Robert at the Llamas, and I left a comment about my own search. Some of what I said:
... I'm going through a similar quest right now. There's no way I can ever be Roman Catholic, not to mention I don't see why I should have to abandon my church. I'd rather stay and fight, or find a related church. I have my great grandmother's Prayer Book, and I'm not giving that heritage up willingly. Now here, there is a traditional Anglican parish here that's always been 1928 BCP. But when I move to Utah, I'm in trouble. Oddly enough, for such a conservative state, it seems they have one of the most liberal dioceses going.
Confession: I really self edit on this subject. I shouldn't -- it's my blog after all. But whenever I do post about the troubles my Church is having, and my own personal struggle, I invariably get well meaning Roman Catholics telling me I should convert, 'cross the Tiber!'. The thing is, I would never say something similar if they were having issues with their church. Why would you tell someone they should abandon their faith? I just don't get that. I would offer my prayers and support, but not "Oh, you should convert!", like it's something akin to changing your shoes. The other part is that I have lots of RC friends, people I'm very fond of, and I don't want to inadvertently hurt their feelings. I don't even read a lot of religious posts on some blogs because frankly, they're hurtful. Maybe I take 'do unto others' a little too seriously. Yes, I probably do. But I couldn't say similar things about their faith, no matter what objections I have to their church, I just can't. Not only would I feel mean, but it's not very Christian in the way I was brought up to think of as 'Christian Behaviour'.
So I don't know if I'll post much about the current path I'm on or not. Experience has taught me it's not such a great idea, but maybe things can change. Who knows?
Found this website over at MCJ: '...a list of "safe" churches that worship in the Anglican style.'
I found this article linked over on The Corner yesterday: Brilliant men always betray their wives
I found it fascinating, not to mention timely, since we were discussing something similar while waiting in line for Dead Man's Chest on Saturday.
I've decided to try something different here. Every weekend this summer, I'd like to throw a virtual summer BBQ party, with a variety of guest bloggers posting here to spice things up. This is open to anyone who has guest blogged for me in the past, and to a few new folks as well. You don't need to have a blog to participate, but if I don't know you, you'll have to tell me a bit about yourself first, or provide references :)
If you're interested shoot me an (edithna at yahoo dot com)email or leave contact info in the comments.
I so like Keira Knightly. I find her incredibly refreshing in amongst all the vapid starlets out there. Here's another reason to like her:
Much has been made of Keira Knightley's slender frame and relatively flat chest.
Indeed, Keira herself has spoken openly of not having breasts, but 'pecs', and said that she would die for a curvy body like Scarlett Johansson's.
But in an extraordinarily revealing interview, the actress has told of how American audiences view her rather differently.
The 21-year-old star of the Pirates of the Caribbean films has spoken of her bemusement at being surgically enhanced by computer trickery in promotional material publicising her films in the US.
She explained: 'I did one magazine and found out you're not actually allowed to be on a cover in the US without at least a C cup because it turns people off.
'Apparently they have done market research and found that women want to see no less than a C cup on other women. Isn't that crazy? 'So they made my t*** bigger for that as well.'
Miss Knightley's comments will be seen as refreshingly honest in an industry fettered by publicists and agents watching every word. the actress has an agent, but unusually, no publicist.
A hearty amen! from scrawny women everywhere! I swear, it's nice to see a celebrity with a healthy body image.
My spoiler free thoughts:
Yes, I loved it. Not as much as the first one, but still great. We saw it late Friday night, and again Sat. afternoon. My quibbles were mostly about the unbalanced aspect of it. They really could have toned down the slapstick IMHO. I thought it diminished the emotional impact of several key scenes, especially that last one with Jack. More isn't always better, and the audience actually 'gets' that sometimes, things aren't always a belly laugh.
Comments (if any) may contain spoilers! So read those at your own risk.
Everyone thinks they know what "POTC" stands for.
I say no, it's something else entirely.
What do you think the acronym "POTC" stands for?
My guess? "Pimping out the car."
It's POTC weekend! Yay! We're going out of town today and will be gone till late Sunday. If you have the keys to the blog, feel free to post while I'm gone.
Nin has to work, so I'll be all alone from 330pm on. And since it's summer in Monterey, fireworks are mostly only going to result in coloured fog [g] But I'll watch the concert on PBS like I do every year, and see fireworks on TV.
I'm roasting four heads of garlic, and the house smells edible! Dang, it smells good! Once it's done and cools, I'll pull the cloves out, package them in small amounts and freeze them. That way, I always have roasted garlic on hand.
Yesterday was the 90th aniversary of the Battle of the Somme.
The shrillness of whistles broke the silence on the killing fields of the Somme yesterday - just as they had 90 years before.
In 1916 they were the prelude to slaughter on an unimaginable scale. Yesterday the whistles gave way to a respectful hush for the thousands of soldiers who, at their signal, left their trenches and marched to their deaths in a hail of German machine-gun fire.
On the rim of a 300ft crater near the village of La Boisselle, where the Battle of the Somme began, several hundred people fell silent at exactly two minutes before zero hour - 7.30am.
Nine decades before, silence had replaced the week-long British artillery barrage, intended to soften the German defences. Moments later, on July 1 1916, a massive underground explosion behind German lines blew more than a billion pounds of chalk and mud a mile into the air and signalled the start of the onslaught.
Almost 20,000 young British and Empire soldiers - some aged just 15 - died in the opening hours of the battle, the bloodiest day in Britain's military history. During the following four and a half months of trench warfare, the Army suffered an average of almost 3,000 casualties a day.
By November 18, 1916, when the battle ended, the Allies had taken more than 600,000 casualties of whom more than 120,000 died. The German casualty rate was strikingly similar.
esterday's commemoration at the Thiepval Monument in northern France was led by the Prince of Wales and the Duchess of Cornwall. For both, the experience was a very personal pilgrimage. In an address at the monument, the prince told the congregation, many of them veterans or relatives of those who fell, that both he and the duchess had lost great uncles in the First World War - he one, his wife three.
"Being here today can only go a very small part of the way in helping us imagine how this beautiful countryside was devastated," he said.
"Great swathes of countryside, its mountains and glens, dales and fells, its villages and towns, an entire generation of their menfolk. In fact, nowhere was left untouched as their sons, brothers, husbands and fathers fell in one terrible day."
Describing the carnage of the Somme as "unutterable hell", the prince added: "The magnitude of the Allied losses on July 1, 1916 are unimaginable in these days of instant communication and ever-present media, but even 90 years ago they caused a most profound shock to our nations and left scars that remain with us today. It was not just the huge scale of our losses - some 50,000 casualties in one day, of which 20,000 were killed or missing presumed dead - it was also the fact that for the first time in our history we put mere boys into an assault against the bomb, bullets and the terrible wire entanglements, equipped with little more than raw courage and a deep trust in their young leaders."
The Royal couple later met Henry Allingham, 110, who served with the Royal Naval Air Service on the Western Front later in the war.