My apologies for my absence, my holidays are taken when all the children have there's he he

Sorry for the silence so many holidays, I'm spoilt, haha

I AM SURE THAT ALL YOU GRANDMOTHERS OUT THERE, KNOW HOW DIFFICULT IT IS TO DO ANYTHING OTHER THAN WATCH ONES GRANDCHILDREN WHEN THE EASTER HOLIDAYS, OR ANY HOLIDAYS ARE AROUND. IT IS MANY YEARS SINCE I BROUGHT UP MY TRIBE OF FIVE AND NOW IT'S MORE LIKE A FAMILY TRIBE OF THIRTY, NOT SURE IF IT'S THEM OR ME THAT'S BEEN WORKING TO HARD. STILL THEY ARE ALL WONDERFUL AND I WOULDN'T HAVE IT ANY DIFFERENT. I MEAN HOW CAN YOU SAY NO TO THESE LITTLE ANGELS. XXX XXX diddilydeedot of Dodies World XXX

This is so hurtful, does anyone know the answer to these questions

Why is it that children as young as 10 and 11 are becoming murderers?

I don't know the answer to this question, and inside me my heart hurts and my temper rages.

There are many questions I would like answers to.

Why is it that the age of murderers has now sunk as low as 10 and 11 years old in the united kingdom?

What made these children want to kill?

We are now going to see two young boys once again making headline news. They are charged with:

a) attempted murder.

b) with robbery.

Standing in the dock, charged with the same crimes as the children.... should be the mother and father or their adult carers.

Both the mother and father are as guilty of the attempted murder of both these children.

When we bring our children into this world we are given the responsibility of bringing them up to know what is right and what is wrong.

If the parents, be it mother, father or guardian fail in this duty. Then the parent is as responsible as the child.

We can't keep them out of every bit of trouble, but murder, is that the way of every child of ten and eleven. Of course it's not, it is lack of proper upbringing by the parents.

I feel so sorry for the children who were harmed BUT I feel sorry for the two young children who committed the crimes, having to stand in a dock on their own, while the parents stand by doing nothing like they have obviously done for all the time that the children have been born.

The press will crucify the kids, they always do, I hope they will also do the same to the parents for the lack of commitment in bringing the two brother into this world. I dread tomorrows newspapers.

THE SCHOOL AT FINGLES WOOD WILL BE OPENING VERY SOON.

THE NEW SCHOOL IS ABOUT TO OPEN

I say the new school is about to open, but who would believe that even though it was now the end of February and only three times had the little ones actually managed to make it to the school gates.
Christmas was well over and the New Year brought with it some very bad frost.It was so cold it actually froze the old mill stream quiet over, and as it wasn't very deep it became a fabulous skating lane, not very wide but well long, it was terrific. Those that had skates wore them, and those that didn't, just slid on their bottoms. He, he. That was most mornings sorted and then in the afternoon it was up to the Pentre Mawr and the football pitch, well the hill behind the football pitch really. The best place for sledging in the whole of Wales, so Grandfer Thomas used to say, Uncle Cled told them as he helped the little ones pull their sleighs back to the top. "Grand days them!" he spluttered, out of breath at the top of the bank.
"Grandfer Thomas, I have never heard of Grandfer Thomas before Uncle Cled." Immy said dragging little Wilhelmina Weasel out of the snow.
"Gerry! Toby! Will you please stop burying your sister in the snow. It is not very funny!" Eddy yelled after the vanishing sledge.
"Those young weasels are going to end up causing that young thing some harm one day." Added Uncle Cled, I think I shall have to talk to their mother and father. Young Willy goes through a lot of hasel, I shall be glad when the school opens." He frowned and shook his head,"What do you reckon to next Tuesday girls?" Eddy sat on her sled but didn't go anywhere."What! do you mean this Tuesday coming, the third?"
"Sounds like a good day to me, what you think Immy?" She shouted down the hill. "School to open next Tuesday, gives us the whole weekend to get it nice and warm! Sound OK to you?"
"Sounds great to me, I will be glad to get into a warm class room. It has not got as be as tiring as this, I'm exhausted Ed, and talk about being bruised. I think it will be a trip to Auntie Izzy's after tea to use the hot tub. I have been bashed, buffered, and bullied by every little one in the woods." Immy threw herself down on her sledge, her fur was plastered to her back, with as much mud, as snow covering it.
"Oh my goodness, what have you been doing down there? You look like you have been in a war and lost." Uncle Cled laughed.
"I have been, and I think I was the only one on my side. I am sure those little horrors were finding the molehills in the snow and I was pelted with half snow, half mud balls!" she rolled over in the clean snow, in the hope of removing some of the mud from her body.
"Come on you two, let's collect the little horrors and give them back to the Fingles Wood before it gets dark! So it's going to be March 3rd then is it. Great. Then it will be pay back time!" Immy and Eddy smiled at each other. "Give us five, On the side and with that the two girls rolled down the hill and flat out on the football pitch. To be easily set upon by a dozen or more of their would be School Children.

"ROLL ON TUESDAY!" Shouted Immy.
"ROLL ON MARCH 3RD!" Shouted Eddy.

"ROLL ON THE OPENING DAY OF THE SCHOOL OF FINGLE'S WOOD!"

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Here is a great new legend and video link for New Zealand

AUSTRALIA AND NEW ZEALAND
The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 13, Issue 8 (November 1, 1938)

WONDERFUL STORY OF
The Witch's Rock — A Maori Legend
A Brand New Video Show of the Legend and the Haka and much more.

TONIGHT'S TRIP TAKES US TO INDIA, HOLD ON TO YOUR SEATBELTS, WHERE ON OUR WAY!

Makar sankranti, Pongal, Lohri… in India!!

Sankranti means to go from one place to another place (to change
direction). It also means one meets another. The time when the sun
changes direction from one constellation (of the zodiac) to another is
known as Sankranti. Transition of the Sun from Sagittarius to Capricorn
during the winter solstice in the northern hemisphere (Uttarayana) is
known as Makar sankranti. Makar sankkranti is a festival with great
religious importance in india. It is celebrated in all parts of india
in different forms.

In southern India, this festival is celebrated as Pongal. In southern
it is celebrated as the harvesting time and a New Year. The day begins
with Surya Pongal or sun worship. The newly harvested corn is then
cooked for the first time. In fact, the sun itself stands for all the
ideals of the Pongal festival. Its message is that of light, unity,
equality and true selflessness. These are the ideals of Karma Yoga.
Hence, the sun is the greatest Karma Yogi. Does it ask any reward for
all that it gives to us? If it stops shedding its light, we are doomed
to death. If we learn this one lesson from the sun, our lives will
shine with divine lustre like that of the sun.

Devghat

Devghat is a confluence of river Trishuli and river
Kaligandaki and is very significant religious Triveni. It is 6 Km
north of Narayanghat. Here all 7 holy Gandaki Rivers meet together
to form a Narayani River. Like Triveni of Ganges and Yamuna at
Alahabad in India Devghat is one of the main sites for the festival
of Makar Shankranti in Nepal. Many pilgrims from around Nepal and
India to immerse themselves in the river. Makar Shankrati is also
popularly known as Maghe Shankranti. It is first day of Nepali month
Magh (Mid January). In this place the demigods came to honor Lord
Vishnu when he saved Gajendra, an elephant from the attack of a
crocodile after hearing his prayers of devotion.

In western India, it is cele

Makar sankranti, Pongal, Lohri… in India!!

Sankranti means to go from one place to another place (to change
direction). It also means one meets another. The time when the sun
changes direction from one constellation (of the zodiac) to another is
known as Sankranti. Transition of the Sun from Sagittarius to Capricorn
during the winter solstice in the northern hemisphere (Uttarayana) is
known as Makar sankranti. Makar sankkranti is a festival with great
religious importance in india. It is celebrated in all parts of india
in different forms.

In southern India, this festival is celebrated as Pongal. In southern
it is celebrated as the harvesting time and a New Year. The day begins
with Surya Pongal or sun worship. The newly harvested corn is then
cooked for the first time. In fact, the sun itself stands for all the
ideals of the Pongal festival. Its message is that of light, unity,
equality and true selflessness. These are the ideals of Karma Yoga.
Hence, the sun is the greatest Karma Yogi. Does it ask any reward for
all that it gives to us? If it stops shedding its light, we are doomed
to death. If we learn this one lesson from the sun, our lives will
shine with divine lustre like that of the sun.

Devghat

Devghat is a confluence of river Trishuli and river
Kaligandaki and is very significant religious Triveni. It is 6 Km
north of Narayanghat. Here all 7 holy Gandaki Rivers meet together
to form a Narayani River. Like Triveni of Ganges and Yamuna at
Alahabad in India Devghat is one of the main sites for the festival
of Makar Shankranti in Nepal. Many pilgrims from around Nepal and
India to immerse themselves in the river. Makar Shankrati is also
popularly known as Maghe Shankranti. It is first day of Nepali month
Magh (Mid January). In this place the demigods came to honor Lord
Vishnu when he saved Gajendra, an elephant from the attack of a
crocodile after hearing his prayers of devotion.

In western India, it is celebrated as a kite flying festival. People
wake up early in the morning, do pujas and rush towards their terraces
for flying kites. Also a rich variety of delicacies are prepared for
this festival.

In Northern india, it is celebrated as Lohri. Also At Sankranti time
great importance is attached to Ganga snaan (bathing with waters of the
river Ganges) and Surya Puja (worshipping the sun). Bathing,
worshipping gods, Havan, Japa, Fasting and Charity; each of these are
extremely holy deeds.

From Makar Sankranti onwards when the sun is travelling northwards,
innumerable auspicious things start happening. Climate and atmosphere
improve. Children born during this period are naturally progressive,
well mannered, pleasant and of noble disposition.
brated as a kite flying festival. People
wake up early in the morning, do pujas and rush towards their terraces
for flying kites. Also a rich variety of delicacies are prepared for
this festival.

In Northern india, it is celebrated as Lohri. Also At Sankranti time
great importance is attached to Ganga snaan (bathing with waters of the
river Ganges) and Surya Puja (worshipping the sun). Bathing,
worshipping gods, Havan, Japa, Fasting and Charity; each of these are
extremely holy deeds.

From Makar Sankranti onwards when the sun is travelling northwards,
innumerable auspicious things start happening. Climate and atmosphere
improve. Children born during this period are naturally progressive,
well mannered, pleasant and of noble disposition.

COME WITH ME TO THE ISLE OF WIGHT WHERE TROLLS HIDE UNDER BRIDGES TO FRIGHTEN THE BILLY GOATS GRUFF.

Butterworth Flying Cloud
Thankyou to the Isle of Wights; Island Pulse for the fine read on their beautiful Island. I came to a festivl there more years ago than I remember so I'm not saying who was on. But there was a lot of Moody Blues about that weekend.
Whilst reading about the Troll Trail on the Isle of Wight, I was reminded of the story of the Three Billy Goats Gruff, and although this is the elder version of Seligor's Castle and Diddilydeedot's Dreamland I think I am going to beg Writer's Right! and put it here where I am sure it must belong. So for all the litle ones, get someone to read you this marvellous little story. I will not mention it to my daughter mind for when she was a toddler and she accompanied me to the Collage Creche way back in the seventies, I related this story almost every day as we crossed the little bridges. It was not till many years later that she confessed to me that I terrified the life out of her, as she thought Trolls must live under every bridge.
Need proof, go to Facebook and look up donz33, poor darling. The picture to the left is a jigsaw of a beautiful church and cottage, you can find out more about it at www.Island Pulse.com

And now for some thing a little different. This is a retelling of the tale from Norway. Not totally like I used to tell Donna, for my version had a Welsh accent, not Norweigen :)

Three Billy Goats Gruff http://blog.portlandstudios.com

folktales of Aarne-Thompson
type 122E translated and/or edited by

D. L. Ashliman
© 2000

Norway;

Once upon a time there were three billy goats, who were to go up to the
hillside to make themselves fat, and the name of all three was
"Gruff."

On the way up was a bridge over a cascading stream they had to cross;
and under the bridge lived a great ugly troll , with eyes as big as
saucers, and a nose as long as a poker.

So first of all came the youngest Billy Goat Gruff to cross the
bridge.

"Trip, trap, trip, trap! " went the bridge.

"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll .

"Oh, it is only I, the tiniest Billy Goat Gruff , and I'm going up to
the hillside to make myself fat," said the billy goat, with such a small
voice.

"Now, I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll.

"Oh, no! pray don't take me. I'm too little, that I am," said the billy
goat. "Wait a bit till the second Billy Goat Gruff comes. He's much
bigger."

"Well, be off with you," said the troll.

A little while after came the second Billy Goat Gruff to cross the
bridge.

Trip, trap, trip, trap, trip, trap, went the bridge.

"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll.

"Oh, it's the second Billy Goat Gruff , and I'm going up to the
hillside to make myself fat," said the billy goat, who hadn't such a small
voice.

"Now I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll.

"Oh, no! Don't take me. Wait a little till the big Billy Goat Gruff
comes. He's much bigger."

"Very well! Be off with you," said the troll.

But just then up came the big Billy Goat Gruff .

Trip, trap, trip, trap, trip, trap! went the bridge, for the billy goat
was so heavy that the bridge creaked and groaned under him.

"Who's that tramping over my bridge?" roared the troll.

"It's I! The big Billy Goat Gruff ," said the billy goat, who had an
ugly hoarse voice of his own.

"Now I 'm coming to gobble you up," roared the troll.

Well, come along! I've got two spears,


And I'll poke your eyeballs out at your ears;


I've got besides two curling-stones,


And I'll crush you to bits, body and bones

That was what the big billy goat said. And then he flew at the troll,
and poked his eyes out with his horns, and crushed him to bits, body and
bones, and tossed him out into the cascade, and after that he went up to
the hillside. There the billy goats got so fat they were scarcely able to
walk home again. And if the fat hasn't fallen off them, why, they're still
fat; and so,

Snip, snap, snout.

This tale's told out.