a story from the heart and beyond
The Bandstand in Dysart Park
|Sunday August 19th, 1894||
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Got jobs done. Got water from the pump in the bucket. Cleaned the range and fireplace. Breakfast.
Peeled me veg. Got the Yorkshire Pudd batter made up, I did.
Beef ready to put in the oven before we go.
Master James was talking this morn
about some riots over in
All to do with the panic of `93, he said and depression it was, and railroads too.
And panic is
right, mind, with the panic in Ireland and with depression and Land
and Irish Rights. Oh, I feel for Mr. Gladstone,`Our William` fighting on two fronts, he is.
He shouldn’t have kept silent, even to Parnell, I say.
They are arguing against Irish Home Rule and talking about nationality and connection now, they are. Loads of folk want Ireland to be a colony now.
Ooh, the Fenians won`t like that, so they won`t. I strive to learn from all things, I do. Master James knows lots, he does. Both oil and truth usually get uppermost in the end, we hope anyways!
Master James knows so much, he does.
Breakfast, toast and gooseberry jam
Walked a bit behind Master James, Mrs. Chapman and
and Archibald, taking in the air. Feels like the air of my childhood,
of my 16th year up in Idle that summer and Lincoln.
When I breathe it out, and when I let it go, I`m back to being the age I am now. Love taking in the air, I do.
Young Tim kept running back to me wanting to catch me hand, he did. Bless Him ! I shooed him back to walk up front like he should, I did.
I wore my best Sunday bonnet. Bought ever so pretty ribbons for it, I did. Feel grand strolling along and right proud too, I do.
It`s a lovely sunny stroll along the
River Witham to St
Wulframs. Thinking about how strange that Nature does not knock, and
not intrude either, you just have it. It`s such a lovely day.
I love nature, I do. St. Wulframs is supposed to fit 700 folks and built of
Nice church, it is though.
I must remember to bring a bit of bread
next week for the
walk, so young Tim and Archibald can feed the ducks and swans on the
way up. If
we are lucky we`ll see a Kingfisher, I`m betting.
No, not that I`m a betting lass. mind. Ooh, I do love Kingfishers, I do. It`s like the rainbow gave them birth. They are beautiful, they are !
At St. Wulframs, I sit further back down
from Master James,
Mrs Chapman and young Tim and Archibald. I don`t mind at all. I can see
and better, I can.
I see the folks and what they`re wearing. I notice poor old Minnie from Avenue Road over in the far pew. She looks fair jaded. Poor thing. Bless her!
Spoke to Magnolia from over
Poor folks. Lady Bless Them !
Master James said this here workhouse
cost 27, 000 pounds. I heard
it`s awful ! Some kiddies are there as well. Children are poor mens`s
so they are. Sad, it is !
Aye, I was lucky I was when Samuel Tuke got me, and got me a home and better life anew, he did. Triple Bless that man !
In St. Wulframs church, the streaming sun was pouring through the big stained-glass window
with St Michael lit up like a golden sun he was, moving in
silence, he were.
We sang grand hymns, we did and `Abide With Me`. Love that one! I put a penny today on the collection plate when it came round, I did. I noticed
Still, she won`t be forgotten by God. You give what you`re able and it’s how much love you put into giving that counts, I always say.
Nipped into the Lady
Chapel and said a quick personal
prayer, before I left. Used me own words here with real feeling I did. It`s different out there in the pews, it is.
Spoke to the Lady as I always do in private and know it`s right way to pray, I do. Few were here, so I were well able to stand with me feet slightly apart, raised me hands with me palms facing outward like I know.
I closed me fingers together and said me prayer to the Lady in the real right way. I felt all the good pour forth as a white light from me heart and palms of me hands went out. The way it always does.
Thank you Lady.
I made quick haste home to get the
Yorkshires in and get the
table laid for 1 o`clock. May good digestion wait on appetite, I say.
their digestion is good today.
You have to be careful with Yorkshires, you do. When they are brown, they`re done, when they`re black they`re buggered ! A good dinner sharpens wit and softens the heart. I always say.
Molly never comes on a Sunday as it`s the lasses half day off. She`s probably walking out with Percival again. Ooh, I still don`t like that name.
1:00pm – Served Master James, Mrs. Chapman, Archibald and young Tim Sunday lunch in the Dining Room. The Yorkshires turned out grand, they did..3:00pm –
Aye, bloom from their
echoes in time, they do. The echoes shine a powerful light on their descendants, towards all these flower
and shrub beds too. The descendents.
Just like me old folks that are gone now, they shine their powerful light on me from the echoes in time, they do, I know.
Strolled over to the Bandstand and listened to the brass band there. It were right nice too. Love the Brass and Silver Bands that come here to Dysart Park, I do.
"Abide with Me" was wriiten as a poem by Henry Francis Lyte in 1847, who died 3 weeks later. It is often often sung to William Henry Monk`s tune "Eventide."
Black Dyke Band. Est. 1855. In 1816, Peter Wharton founded a brass and
reed band in the
In 1816, Peter Wharton founded a brass and
reed band in the
I spotted that very handsome gentleman again out
corner of me eye. He was giving me the `glad eye` again, he was. Oooh,
didn`t half make me blush inside.
Blushing is the colour of virtue but I didn`t show it. I know rarity gives a charm and I have got a well-turned ankle, so I have been told.
Well, I just turned away and pretended I didn`t notice, I did. Oooh, but I hope he`s there again next Sunday, I do. He makes me heart skip, he does.
Meanwhile the brass band played on, it did !
7:00pm – Served tea of cold beef from lunchtime and
some salad with
cabbage-lettuce, mustard and pepper-cress to Master James, Mrs.
Chapman, Archibald and young Tim in the Dining Room.
Nice it were.
Left Archibald and young Tim playing
with young Tim`s tin
soldiers in their chamber. Archibald is moving into the old Nursery
next week to be independent, he is.
Master James asked Archibald to play with young Tim for a while and a change. Archibald is a good lad too, because he did. There is always an opportunity for a kindness, I always say. Bless Him !
11:00pm – Going to
sleep thinking about my `gentleman blue-eyes` at
the bandstand in
Ooh, not in the mood to read my book right now. I`ll leave that nice Mr. Scott and “The Heart of Midlothian" for another night, I will. .....Romance.........
BANDSTAND IN DYSART PARK
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