Friday 8th November 2013
Reasons to insert a break …
Somebody (No names – no packdrill [Alison]) reminded – or was it “told” – me that the email notifications for my blog actually include the whole post. The cure for this is to put a “continue reading” marker in.
The thing to do, I suppose, is to make sure that the reader’s attention is grabbed to make them want to see what comes next.
Coming up after the fold: Monastery, mongoose and owl! and lots more:
(never said they were anything to do with me, although I have seen one of them* up close)
A comment on my last post got me googling “tease” Apparently it does come from teaseling as in “running thorns through wool or flax to separate, shred, or card the fibers” which can be traced back to Old High German “ziesen” “To tease, pick wool”. In the early 17th century the figurative sense: “vex, worry, annoy” emerged.
Teasels play a little known part in the manufacturing of many textile fabrics. The stiff needle-like bracts which form just below the flowers in the head or burr are used to raise the ‘nap’ or ‘pile’ of the cloth to produce desired finishes on specific fabrics.
The cultivated form of this plant is commonly called Fuller’s Teasel, because the gigging or napping operation in a mill is done under the supervision of the fuller, who supervises the fulling, or felting of the fabric.
Teasel occurs in Anglo-Saxon, before the English Language as we use it had evolved, and is directly related to the word ‘tease’-not in the later sense of annoying but referring to the act of disentangling fibres. http://archive.bsbi.org.uk/Proc7p377.pdf
Walked up Tranker Lane and in to Tranker Wood via what I’m told was Dormer drills factory site but is now an expanse of concrete foundations. I think that Dormer was where Tom Wheen, a friend of my father’s worked in Sheffield.
On with the pics:
Anyone saying this blog has too many grebe pics will be banned forthwith.
1) They’re beautiful birds;
2) It was trying and failing to get pics of grebes doing their courting dance on the pond that got me interested in photography and “nature”.
“Never”, they said, “take a picture straight into the sun”.
“Sure about that?” I asked.
Cause I think it’s not bad.
After N0! last post getting some nice comments and tweets I thought I’d dig out some more Novemberish stuff
LISTEN . . .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
(Adelaide Crapsey (1878 – 1914))
Even Guns N’ Roses:
“When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin’ when I hold you
Don’t you know I feel the same
‘Cause nothin’ lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it’s hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain.”
Some prose quotes:
“The gloomy months of November, when the people of England hang and drown themselves.” (Joseph Addison)
A friend has just done the buggerin’ off to Tenerif for a fortnight. Whether it’s to forestall impending self-destruction I know not.
Of course some, me included, like the season:
“I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colours are richer, and it is tinged with a little sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and its content.” (Lin Yutang 1895 – 1976)
And some admire its necessity:
“Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky,
How beautiful it is?
All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness
There is a poem, there is a song.
Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring.
When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with
The music of many leaves,
Which in due season fall and are blown away.
And this is the way of life.” (Krishnamurti 1895 – 1986)
Note: t’ represents a sound that varies by context – anything from “th”,“t”, “d” to “uh”.
Spellings are guesswork.
Some of these may be national but I think they’re Sheff:
Sheffielders are known as “Dee dars” by some in surrounding areas for the (supposéd) pronunciation of “thee” (dee) and “thou” (dar) in phrases such as:
“Nah den dee, wot dar doin?” → Now then you, what (are) you doing?
“Snap” → Lunch. Specially when taken to work in a “snap tin”. (Note the manufacturer and imagine Wile E. Coyote’d with one – it’s “Acme”) They were apparently miners’ gear as the tight push fit and handle allowed the contents to be kept clean and safe from vermin.
“Mardy” → Easily upset; with overtones of grumpy and moaning.
“Put t’wood in t’oil.” → Put the wood in the hole. → Close the door.
“Sylin’ down” → Raining (a lot (a hell of a lot (really chucking it down)))
Also “Comin’ down in stair rods”.
“Nesh” → Unusually susceptible to cold weather. Often disparaging and implies that one is mardy about it.
“Mash” → I hadn’t realised that this was a Sheffieldism. One “mashes” tea rather than “brews” it or whatever outlandish things are done in other parts.
“Skutch” → A glancing blow to the side or top of the head using the flat of the hand. “A skutch round t’earole”
“Mimmimoke” → To imitate someone in an unflattering way. Often behind their back to amuse those in front of them.
“Lug” → A little tangle in the hair causing pain when combed.
“Lug(ole)s” → ear(hole)s.
“Togger” → Football, the game, not the object.
“Gormless” → Stupid.
“Teeming and Ladling” Pouring liquid from one vessel to another. From steelworks.
“Thee thee and tha them as thees and thas thee” → You talk uncouthly to those who speak uncouthly to you. (command, not observation)
Note) see comment by T below.
I was a precocious reader, having consumed, among others, Alice in Wonderland before I went to school at five years old. It wasn’t, however, until fairly recently that I discovered that many (most? all?) of the poems in Alice were parodies of other “worthy” writings.
While I was googling “tease” I found:
“Speak roughly to your little boy,
And beat him when he sneezes;
He only does it to annoy,
Because he knows it teases.
Which is what the duchess sings to the baby before it turns into a pig. Turns out that it’s a parody of the rather doleful:
Speak gently to the little child!
Its love be sure to gain;
Teach it in accents soft and mild;
It may not long remain.
…” (Sir Robert Stout)
This got me off on a google hunt:
“‘You are old, Father William,’ the young man said,
‘And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head –
Do you think, at your age, it is right?’
“‘You are old, father William,’ the young man cried,
‘The few locks which are left you are grey;
You are hale, father William, a hearty old man;
Now tell me the reason, I pray.’
…” (The old man’s comforts and how he gained them; Robert Southey)
I knew, of course, that:
“Twinkle, twinkle, little bat
How I wonder what you’re at!
Up above the world you fly
Like a tea-tray in the sky.
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
…” (The Star Jane Taylor)
You might like to check others for yourself.
Thursday 14th November
Tried to catch the movement of the grass.
Wind in a different grass.
Of the three things the one I’ve seen is the monastery; It’s “Stift Melk” at Melk overlooking the Danube in Austria. I went there in 1960 on an exchange with Harald Schmidt. Unfortunately we didn’t get on and haven’t kept in touch. It was a bloody good month though.