Coming Home

Do what pleases you, take time for yourself,

So said, my friend the Llama elf.

I’d forgotten what it was that pleased me most

Until I’d looked up my internet host,

Quite by accident, upon another quest,

I realised, what it is I do best

Having a ramble and a roam

It was HERE I found – I was truly home.

 

My word a day was a way to play

Before commitments took me away

The stress and anguish of the last three years

Had all but realised my horrible fears.

So as I return to my former self

Like the ubiquitous dusty book upon a shelf

A word of thanks is due, more or less

That your still here, you fabulous WORDPRESS.

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News of this weeks Tea & Cake event

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This month’s get together is on this Friday 6th June 11am-1pm All Welcome!

tea & cake

If you are a grandparent that has been denied contact and you would like to meet other grandparents in the same situation, come along to one of our Tea & Cake events.

We welcome all alienated grandparents and other members of the family too, alienation affects the whole family.
Many compare it to a living bereavement, we offer tea and empathy and support for each other.
It’s not all doom and gloom! Meeting with others who are going through or have gone through alienation, is invaluable they know your pain and feel the same anguish, come
along and support each other, we help each other smile too!

The First Friday of every Month
11;00am -1:00pm at
Whitemoss Youth & Community
Centre Southdown Crescent,
Blackley Manchester M9 7DQ

Ironically 12th of June will be the first anniversary of a contact order…

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500 singers required for unique performance opportunity

500 singers required for unique performance opportunity.

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Taking my own advice and changing what I don’t like!

Taking my own advice and changing what I don’t like!.

To all my followers on Word A Day please follow me on my Grandparent Support blog I miss your encouragement and I still write the odd poem!

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Calling all Parents & Grandparents: Let your Fingers Do The Marching!

no time for poetry folks this is what I get up to nowadays!

Grandparent Support

Grandparents update. Friday 7th March 2014  

It has been a busy few weeks here at Grandparents headquarters, first there was the tea & cake event that brought folk from far and wide, we appreciate your coming and are looking forward to seeing you again later on this month, with the date and venue yet to be confirmed, keep your eyes peeled for that!

There has been a significant rise in emails received and if we haven’t replied yet, we soon will, guaranteed, within 48 hours.

I took a week’s annual leave from my paid employment this week and I can’t believe its Friday already and I didn’t manage to get away, unless you count 24hrs in Wales last weekend (lovely), ah- well! It’s all in a good cause!

I have been making some great connections across the North West and received some fantastic support here and further afield too…

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A Crying Shame

Grandparent Support

“Do you know, Inspector, of all the emotions which is the most insidious and entrapping? Shame. It carves its home in the marrow of your bones and rests there for all time.”

Richard Warlow – Writer and creator of the BBC One drama – Ripper Street.

In my research there has been a recurring theme that many try not to mention, or even identify and that is shame, the shame and embarrassment of having a problem within the family, more often than not stops many people from asking for help- that they are somehow flawed as a human being, or that they somehow are responsible for the situation they now find themselves in.

We are all human beings and therefore by default we have  flaws, cracks in our make-up we occasionally mess up and we need help or in the case of Grandparents the actions or perhaps  circumstances, tragic and…

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As Good As It Gets!

I’ve been awake since 5am, not wanting to get out of bed, I was watching Jack Nicholson & Helen Hunt in ‘As good as it gets’, at 7am there was a loud knocking on the front door, which then became relentless, and louder, I looked out of the window to see a royal mail van-hazard lights flashing furiously in the dark!

Expecting deliveries from Amazon, I ran down before he woke the whole neighbourhood, sure enough it was an amazon box, I thanked him and off he went, it was a large box so I curiously opened it to find a sweet dispenser? No, I did not order one, but it’s that time of year and I immediately felt a wave of panic – I had opened some poor child’s present, I scrambled around looking for my Glasses, the parcel belonged to number 52.

I ran to the door to catch the postie, where outside on the street I found another neighbour in his jammies, scratching his tousled head, “did he knock on 75?” he mumbled

“ I don’t know, but this is for 52,” I replied, the postie was still knocking on doors, my neighbour managed to get him to come back, I then realised it was our young deaf postie, and this was going to be difficult to explain, after a series of what can only be described as pantomime actions on my part, I managed to explain the parcel was for 52 to which he flapped open the lid and said “it’s open” embarrassed I gave him the universal hand signal for stop/wait much as a policeman would do, or I used to do for our dog, more embarrassment, I ran back inside and grabbed my glasses to explain that I can’t read without them???

He was clearly worried that it was an open parcel, and I was trying to think where the heck the Sellotape was in my upside down house? Eventually I found some white electrical tape & scissors, together on the doorstep we taped up the parcel, he put his hand to his chin and said thank you, gave a smile and a wink and off he went.

As I returned inside I felt pleased that we had managed to communicate, and that I at least had a matching nightdress and dressing gown on, albeit without the belt, I resolved that I would learn British sign language,  as I glanced down I then saw that my left boob was hanging out! Embarrassment factor off the scale and that’s as good as it gets!

English: wiktionary:thank you diagrammatically...

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Happy Turkey Day, Syndicate Style

Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends!

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If….& …Then……

On May 15th  2013 I posted a blog post entitled An exceedingly good poet.

Today is August 16th 2013, it has taken me since then if not longer to add an addition to the famous poet Rudyard Kipling’s  words in his poem If ,  that would fit but also ring true to the rest of the poem to illicit the faithfulness, loyalty staminer and honour  of the content of the poem, yet make it apply in this century, as we can sometimes lose sight of these qualities. I have spent the last 32 years trying to instill these values into my charges, one day, as most days, it will ring true!

Pay special attention to the end of the poem if you are already familiar with it, I feel it will answer Bastet’s querie of May 15th.

And I dedicate this poem to all our Grandchildren, and hope they come, as we have, to live by it.


IF…..


IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

Addition ©G.W.W.Aug.2013

-And then again, if you’re a woman,

Then you’re day is not yet done!

(For all my girls!, & all of my grandchildren of whatever gender & Bastet )


 

Today is August 16th 2013, it has taken me since then, if not longer to add an addition to the famous poet Rudyard Kipling’s  words in his poem If ,  that would fit but also ring true to the rest of the poem to illicit the faithfulness, loyalty staminar and honour  of the content of the poem, yet make it apply in this century, as we can sometimes lose sight of these qualities. I have spent the last 32 years trying to instill these values into my charges, one day, as most days, it will ring true!

Pay special attention to the end of the poem if you are already familiar with it, I feel it will answer Bastet’s querie of May 15th.

And I dedicate this poem to all our Grandchildren, and hope they come, as we have, to live by it.


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From Clogs to Blogs!

Lately I have been complaining and be-moaning that there are not enough hours in the day! In particular not enough hours to devote to my blogs, which I take pleasure in writing. So with that in mind I wanted to join up a few things and prove to you the reader but most of all myself that we really have never had it so good! For instance in this day and age, some things just really flow together, with all this wonderful technology and media we can learn so much from the past, for example Channel 4’s timely appearance of the drama The Mill based on true accounts of Quarry Bank Mill Cheshire England and not so very long ago! 0fe4f9c4-6d35-4b4a-b25b-c5dacc43fc5a Click on the link to watch the trailer http://www.channel4.com/programmes/the-mill/videos/all/the-mill-coming-soon-trailer and recently a wonderful lady- Pamela- sent me this amazing poem which truly evokes the period too!  

©P.M.Jones 14.12.07

Clogs are black with holes for laces

clogs for work that take you places

to the pit and to the mill

down a hole or up a hill

mining coal or spinning cotton

skills that will be soon forgotten

every town had mills for cotton

every mill used many skills

spinning

weaving

docking looms

oily floors and noise that booms

miming words you could not hear

cost in hearing did prove dear

mill so hot your milk would turn

into cheese inside its churn

sterilized is what you got

if the mill was very hot

we had three mills in our village

people filed out like a spillage

workers tired, going home

to their loved ones,  some alone

clip, clip clop in clogs you’d hear them

up the street and through the gate

clip, clip clop the door is open

clip, clip clop sorry I’m late

oh! my poor feet

take my clogs off

where’s the salt and water hot

soak till soft

outcome the darners

taking out splinters

quite a lot

I’ve got Irwell in my body

I’ve got Irwell in my sole

I’ve got Irwell in my feet

love,

where it was,  now is a hole

now they’r building 30 houses

where the heart of the village was

they knocked em down

cause they were’nt needed

houses are because, because 

PEOPLE NEED HOUSES!

©P.M.Jones 14.12.07

Pamela now writes fairy stories which can be bought online visit her at http://www.celrinfairies.com/

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