Such a wonderful little story, but oh my, how sad.

A Weary Little Mother, color woodcut, 1914.

A Mother's Lullaby

A big, old tree stands by a road near the city of Hiroshima. Through the years, it has seen many things.
One
summer night the tree heard a lullaby. A mother was singing to her
little girl under the tree. They looked happy, and the song sounded
sweet. But the tree remembered something sad.
"Yes, it was some sixty years ago. I heard a lullaby that night, too."

On
the morning of that day, a big bomb fell on the city of Hiroshima. Many
people lost their lives, and many others were injured. They had burns
all over their bodies. I was very sad when I saw those people.
It
was a very hot day. Some of the people fell down near me. I said to
them, "Come and rest in my shade. You'll be all right soon."


Night came. Some people were already dead. I heard a weak voice. It was a lullaby. A young girl was singing to a little boy.
"Mommy! Mommy!" the boy cried.
"Don't cry," the girl said. "Mommy is here." Then she began to sing again.
She was very weak, but she tried to be a good mother to the poor little boy. She held him in her arms like a real mother.
"Mommy," the boy was still crying.
"Be a good boy," said the girl. "You'll be all right." She held the boy more tightly and began to sing again.
After
a while the boy stopped crying and quietly died. But the little mother
did not stop singing. It was a sad lullaby. The girl's voice became
weaker and weaker.
Morning came and the sun rose, but the girl never moved again.

The Dragon Lords of Chirron present a day at the Races the T.T. Races that is. Don't forget to bring your bike.

Isle of Man TT

Motor racing first came to the Isle of Man in 1904 when the Gordon Bennett car trials were held.

In England the Government made it impossible to close the
public roads for any sort of motor racing so a proposal was put The
Manx Government brought in new legislation to enable the closing of public roads for motor racing and the
Isle of Man was ready to take up the mantle of the Road Racing Capital of the World, a slogan it has used for many years.

The first motorcycle race held on the Island was the
qualifying trials for the International race to be held in Austria. The
course used ran from Quarter Bridge south to Castletown, then back
through Foxdale to Ballacraine, then reverse way to the TT back to
Quarter Bridge.
The first TT races where held on the triangular course
with the start at St John's. The riders proceeded along to Ballacraine
before turning left and following the current TT course through to Kirk Michael. At Douglas Road Corner in
Kirk Michael, the short course left the current TT course and followed
the coast road to Peel, before turning left again and heading back to
St John's. In 1907 two races were held on the short course with H. Rem
Fowler winning the twin cylinder class on a Peugeot-engined Norton at
36.22mph and Charlie Collier the single cylinder class on a Matchless
at 38.22mph. They each set the fastest lap in their respective classes,
Fowler at 42.91 mph and Collier at 41.81 mph.

The short course was used for the first 4 years and in 1910
Charlie Collier won the last TT on the short course on a Matchless at
50.63mph. The fastest lap that year was by H Bowen on a BAT at 53.15
mph. In 1911 the racing moved to the Mountain circuit, which is used
today.




HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO THE ISLE OF MAN T.T. RACES? HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO THE ISLE OF MAN? YOU CAN TRAVEL ALL OVER THE WORLD LIKE I HAVE BUT LIKE MY BEAUTIFUL WALES, THE ISLE OF MAN IS FABULOUS. IF YOU LOVE BIKES , LIKE I DID, (STILL DO) BUT I'M PAST THE RIDING BIT. WOW GO WHEN THE TT IS ON. YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT. STEP INSIDE TO REMEMBER THE DAYS OF THE DUCATI AND THE ENFIELD, THE TRIUMPH AND THE OLD BONE SHAKER ITSELF... THE B.S.A.

A FEAST OF FRIVOLITY ESPECIALLY FOR YOU

***************** After the Demons Came **************

Hello welcome to the Classic Treasury

After the Demons Came

I used to come to this place before the demons came.
It was quiet and I would sit in the shade of the yellow blossom trees watching
ships go up and down the river.
The locals seem to regard the great pits that the demons are delving into the earth
as some sort of future tourist attraction.
People, they say, will come by the hundreds to admire the sulphurous flames
burning in the fiery strata revealed to the eyes of men for the first time in millions of years.
They do not seem to mind the thick yellow fumes hanging in the air or the harsh
guttural cries of the satanic workmen labouring with their picks and machinery.




I do not believe they can even see the thousands of slaves that are being used in
48hour shifts or how the corpses are disposed of quite openly
in kilns and quicklime and acid.

Oh Shenandoah, Oh Shenandoah, Oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh Shenandoah!

Hello there,

Who am I? Well my name is Dodie, I am a Mistress of the Web.... No not a Spider, they have eight legs. I, on the other hand, or should that be foot, have two.
Actually I spend many a long hour sitting at my computer, writing stories and poems, making playlists and anything else that comes to mind at the time. This tale however, although mostly true is a bit on the sad side, so I will give you a few moments to get your hanky or tissues.

It happened a few weeks ago to my good friend, well she wasn’t an especially close friend, but we did share quite a few good times together.
Her name? I don’t think you will have heard of her but within the “Crazy Writer’s Society” she was known as Sherry Merry.
This had nothing to do with her drinking Sherry or even with being merry, for more often than not she was tearing the male populous to pieces, from Prime Minister down to Mr. Jones. Ty Bach Tut, that lived next door to her, poor man.
Talking about tut-tuting, I am digressing already so to cover a long friendship into a few paragraphs, I will begin.

Ms Shenandoah Meredith Evans, for this was her full title, was the only offspring of an Irish Mother and a South Walian Father, two characters themselves. Her Mother Colorado Liffy Evans, gave, her daughter, the name Shenandoah. Why, I hear you ask? It seemed that even though she was full blooded Irish, Colorado had always wanted to go to The United States, to become American, It never happened, she called herself Colorado and then she moved to Wales, just as the war was ending, in the hope of catching a Yank to take her back to America. Of course she never met her Yank, instead she moved up to North Wales and met Gwynfor Meredith Evans, and the rest is obvious, a year or so later along came Shenandoah.

Shenandoah was not happy with her name, she never had been, Guaranteed, whenever she was introduced. . she was always met with . . . . “Ah Shenandoah, as in the river I presume,” which eventually gave our Sherry a phobia of water and especially bridges.
Getting her to cross a bridge, sober or awake while walking was practically, no definitely impossible and so it was a vehicle across or the long walk round.
Which reminds me of the time we went on holiday with a few mates, unfortunately we left it up to one of the guys to do the booking and it was going to be "The Most Wonderful Surprise, Girls."
Oh it was. I'll never forget the look on her face when we landed at the Marco Polo Airport, dear Peter had only booked us ten luxurious days in the Antony Hotel in Venice of all places, it truly was a disaster, and I doubt whether the poor guy ever walked without a limp again.
But that was another story, some other time maybe.

Like myself, Sherry Merry being born in 1944, was a child of the 60’s, We actually met in Rhyl of all places, though I must say it was a lot cleaner and more fun than today. I was working on the Dodgem Cars, in the Kiosk taking the money off the lads, and Sherry was going out with a very strange creature called Steve. I did find out later when we met up again that she was only going out with him because he had a scooter, a Vesper I think she said it was.
We met a few times, she got a job selling rock along by Twigdons and I went into tattooing down by the Marine Lake.
Her parents it seems still lived in North Wales, but had moved up market a little and had bought a house in Llandudno. Boarding place, not sure if they're there any more mind. We drifted apart then for a while only briefly seeing each other at the Cavern in Liverpool, or was it the Lecarno in Manchester, it's not important. Anyway that was the last we saw of each other until two years ago, when she moved to Ponty.

Come on who is going to sing this with me. The Thrush's Song

THE THRUSH'S SONG

I

Come and kiss me! Come and kiss me!
Do it! Do it!
See to it! See to it!
Nor rue it - rue it!

Such a pretty Dick!
Pretty Dick! Pretty Dick!
Pretty! Pretty! Pretty!
Be quick! Be quick!

Churl! Churl! Churl! Churl!
Tschurl!!! - not to do it!
Poor - y Dick! Poor - y Dick!
D0 - oo -- it!

II

Kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss me!
Do it! Do it!
Sweet! Sweet! Sweet! Sweet!
You're through it - through it!

Pretty! Pretty! Pretty!
Be quick! Be quick!
Such a pretty Dick!
Pretty Dick! Pretty Dick!

Luck! Luck! Luck! Luck!
Luck that you do it!
Sweet! Sweet! Sweet of you!
Sweet it is to do it!

Local News "Plenty of fish for your tea tonight" Local News

Baked Whole FishIngredients

Fish - whole - Preferably 'Carp' - 1.5 kgs - uncut
Shredded Onion - 4
Garlic - Paste : 8 Pods;
Shredded : 4 Pods
Ginger Paste - 2 teaspoons
Green Chillies - shredded - 3
Chilli Powder (If you wish) - To taste
Mint & Corriander (If available) - 3~4 sprigs each
White Bread - Two slicesMilk - Enough to soak the bread slices
Vinegar 2 teaspoons
Tomato Ketchup 2 teaspoons
Eggs 2
Bread Crumb - Enough to coat
Butte - As requiredCooking Medium (Fat/Oil) 30 mls
Salt - To taste

Preparation: 25 Minutes

1. Soak the Bread Slices in Milk


2. De-scale, clean internals & wash the fish thoroughly.


3. Sharply separate the Head and the Tail, boil these in salt water for 2~3 minutes, remove & keep aside.


4. Cut the fish into 8~10 large pieces, boil in salt water for 5 minutes, remove, drip dry on a strainer, remove bones carefully.


5. Stir fry the chopped Onion, Garlic & Chillis till onions are golden brown.


6. Place the boiled pieces of fish, soaked bread slices and the

fried onions etc in a mixing bowl. Add the ginger/garlic pastes, finely
chopped mint/coriander leaves, eggs, chilli powder, salt to taste,
vinegar & tomato ketchup - Mix well.