a story from the heart and beyond
|Thursday August 23rd, 1894||
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golden white lady came
into my dreams
again last night, calling she was and saying words I didn’t
been a while since I dreamed of her, it has. .
One day I will understand more, I`m thinking.
I like the golden white lady, she has been with me since I were a girl, she has
. One day I will understand more, I`m thinking.
breakfast, Master James said there was
something in the
paper about Jack The Ripper and the Whitechapel murders, down
It`s an ill cause that none dare speak in. You have to have courage with bad things and master them rather than expect there to be no fear at all, I say.
There were more bad news with the assassination of that popular French President Carnot after a banquet and the killer`s execution by the guillotine for it last week.
It`s said that punishment follows upon crime.
Dickens said, there are dark shadows on the earth and some men, like bats or owls, have better eyes for the darkness than for the light, they do.
I say, to walk safely through darkness, one needs the light of wisdom and that is for us all to choose with our free will it is, and through the guidance of virtue, actions that lead us to a good life, I always say.
James was reading that the first meeting of
the Irish Trade Union Congress took place
after the British Trades Union Congress didn`t take much notice
Master James said they decided to form their own, they did. And Horace Plunkett just established The Irish Agricultural Organisation Society over there, after getting his fortune in
He does seem like a good man he does, trying to bring everyone together to work for the prosperity of the Irish people.
I say, coming together is a beginning, now they need to keep together and work together for a successful peace, I do.
Tim didn`t eat his breakfast. He was
listless and hot
and said his head hurt, poor mite.
Mrs. Chapman was in a quandary as she had arranged for her and Master James and Archibald and young Tim to visit
Young Tim was too poorly to go, he was. Mrs. Chapman asked me would I look after him while they were away in
the gardener is due today, he shall be
dispatched to ask
Molly over in
Alf is our gardener and handyman. Married with a baby, he is. He works hard does the lad. Mind you, he does have to keep a roof over their heads and food in their bellies.
Alf comes to us once a week in summer to look after the gardens. That lad works seven days a week all over the place, and he does have a story or two - mind, so he does.
He visits some of the real big places in Grantham and round abouts, including William Brewster Harrison`s and Lady Sarah`s, the Lord Mayor`s House.
Alf to bring down me rocking-chair to take
this brings me back a while and a few years when I was looking after
young babes, telling them nursery rhymes and singing lullabys. I did.
Whither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady's chamber.
There I met an old man
Who wouldn't say his prayers,
So I took him by his left leg.
And threw him down the stairs.
The stairs went crack,
He nearly broke his back.
And all the little ducks went,
Quack, quack, quack.
time flies, it does ! Time
is free but it`s priceless, I always say.
I want young Tim to be cooler outside under the shade of the apple-tree, I do. So I got some nice damp cloths to put on his forehead to cool him down, I did.
Put him on me knee in the rocking-chair – all snuggly like.
I read him The Owl and the Pussycat. He fell asleep before I finished it. Bless Him !
Owl and the Pussy Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'
Pussy said to the Owl,
'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
young Tim in the rocking-chair to
sleep in the shade.
Sleep is the golden thread that links health and our bodies together,
best cure in the doctor's book, I always say.
Health is man`s greatest blessing, it is.
was working quietly in the garden, he was. I
came in to
make a cuppa and called Alf and Molly to join me over a brew, I did.
I mentioned what Master James said this morning about Jack The Ripper and his bloody work. Fair made me blood freeze again, it did.
Folks are saying £500 is what`s being said behind the scenes that the City Police are offering for his capture. Poor Molly, she nearly had a turn, she did.
The Ripper has never been found you know. I said he could even be in Grantham now for all us folks know. I told Molly to keep Percival close, I did. Keep Percival close !
Ohh, it don`t bear thinking about. And I can remember Sweet Fanny Adams back in `67 down Hampshire way, poor mite, only eight years old she was.
One year older than young Tim sleeping under the apple tree. On Christmas Eve, they hanged Baker outside Winchester Gaol for what he done.
And Baker wrote to Fanny`s mum and dad expressing his remorse for doing that to her in an unguarded hour, he said and he wanted their forgiveness !
most things are forgivable, but this was
and unacceptable, it was. You would have to be real brave to forgive
Perhaps Fanny`s mum and dad were so brave and were able to write their injury on water and their kindness on marble, I don`t know !
And then there was that other murder case up north in
Well, when secrets are revealed, the wind reveals them to the trees, I always say. She got off, she did.
And what about poor Briggs some years back as well, thrown from the compartment of a train in
Because of that they brought in communication cords on the trains, so folks travelling can contact members of the railway crew now.
Thank God for that, I say. Life has many dangers and avoiding danger is no safer in the long run.
Sometimes if you look fear in the face, you can gain strength and courage by the experience, I always say.
You can`t let fear get to you. Use moments wisely, then will not hours reproach thee, I always say.
6:00pm – Mrs,
Master James and Archibald arrived back from
I served shoulder of veal, garnished with Forcemeat Balls and vegetables.
They had seed-cake afterwards and Master James ate all his again too.
Tim by this time was up and about and much
after his long sleep, he was. Windows opened more would keep Doctors
door, I always say. Fresh air is the best, it is.
And outside fresh air is best still.
Chapman showed me some of the lovely
she bought over there. A fine shawl and delicate mittens and a lace
aye they were champion. Things of luxury they were.
Archibald liked his trip to
Master James bought some Botanic Beer from Newball and Masons. They gave him a coloured little story book free with it, titled `How a Railway Accident Was Averted`. Strange fellows, I`d say ! Very strange!
James and Mrs. Chapman retired to the Front
with some Madeira Wine for Mrs. Chapman and the Botanic Beer for Master
and this strange little story book.
They were listening to the phonograph and playing Champagne Charlie. Ooh, I like that song by George Leybourne.
|“Champagne Charlie is me name, champagne drinking is me game ……….”||
Champagne Charlie is a music hall song that was very popular at this time.
Composed by Alfred Lee with lyrics by George Leybourne.
11:00pm – In
remembering the music from downstairs, Champagne
Charlie. Was humming it in me
head, I was.
Had a little read of nice Mr. Scotts book again, "The Heart of Midlothian".
Up to page 52 now and now at chapter 7 where Reuben Butler is meditating alternatively upon the horrible catastrophe which he had witnessed, he is, and upon his fate with that Effie Deans, the handmaiden of the careful Mrs. Bartoline Saddletree.
I wonder if the golden white lady will enter my dreams again tonight…
THE APPLE TREE AT TIPPERARY HOUSE
William was the Lord Mayor of Grantham in 1894.
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