Speaking English

I love language.
I enjoy hearing accents and learning how other people speak and pronounce words.
 Years ago the educational channel did a series on the history of English. And did you know that Shakespeare's English is still spoken in the USA and very much so in some places like Tangier Island?
Yes, they say Hoy Toyd for high tide!
We also still use words long ago dropped in Britain like "platter". Platter is still very much in use in American speech.

 How do you say these words? Here is my list and my way of saying them:

 blackguard: I say Blagard
 waistcoat: I say weskit
 boatswain: I say bozun
 gunwales I say gunnels
 forecastle: I say folksul
 clapboard: I say clabord
 victual: vittles
 forehead: I say four-head
 Worchestershire: woostashur

 And here is the video of English as spoken in Shakespeare's day and by many in the 1600's early colonial America.


 
PS: I have added emoticons to comments. Just click on 'show emoticons' to see the codes then post comment as usual if you wish to use them.



Spring Snow


Spring has sprung with a big white snow storm and  cold temperatures! Everything is pristine white and covered in snow today.
It is still falling and coating the trees with a thick blanket.
Not unusual. There have been Aprils that had snow and even a June or two.
Spring is unstable and weather changes quickly, doesn't it?

Henry Jackson van Dyke was an American author, educator, and clergyman.

I have been MIA because of  a nasty cold and some eye problems.
But I am also back working as a graphic artist as I got a commission from a company in New  York City to do some goodies for them. So a lot keeping me from blogging.
I am not giving up blogging though. It is much too enjoyable and I love the interaction with blog friends.
I will be around to comment on Sunday.
Have a wonderful spring weekend my friends.
Is your spring warm or snowy like ours? 



The Hound of the Baskervilles

"
 Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon
those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table. I stood upon the hearth-rug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left behind him the night before. It was a fine, thick piece of wood, bulbous-headed, of the sort which is known as a `Penang lawyer.' Just under the head was a broad silver band nearly an inch across. `To James Mortimer, M.R.C.S., from his friends of the C.C.H.,' was engraved upon it, with the date `1884.' It was just such a stick as the old-fashioned family practitioner used to carry - dignified, solid, and reassuring.
"Well, Watson, what do you make of it?"
Holmes was sitting with his back to me, and I had given him no sign of my occupation.
"How did you know what I was doing? I believe you have eyes in the back of your head."
"I have, at least, a well-polished, silver-plated coffee-pot in front of me," said he. "But, tell me, Watson, what do you make of our visitor's stick? Since we have been so unfortunate as to miss him and have no notion of his errand, this accidental souvenir becomes of importance. Let me hear you reconstruct the man by an examination of it."
"I think," said I, following as far as I could the methods of my companion, "that Dr. Mortimer is a successful, elderly medical man, well-esteemed since those who know him give him this mark of their appreciation."
"Good!" said Holmes. "Excellent!"
"I think also that the probability is in favour of his being a country practitioner who does a great deal of his visiting on foot."
"Why so?"
"Because this stick, though originally a very handsome one has been so knocked about that I can hardly imagine a town practitioner carrying it. The thick-iron ferrule is worn down, so it is evident that he has done a great amount of walking with it."
"Perfectly sound!" said Holmes.
"And then again, there is the 'friends of the C.C.H.' I should guess that to be the Something Hunt, the local hunt to whose members he has possibly given some surgical assistance, and which has made him a small presentation in return."
"Really, Watson, you excel yourself," said Holmes, pushing back his chair and lighting a cigarette. "I am bound to say that in all the accounts which you have been so good as to give of my own small achievements you have habitually underrated your own abilities. It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it. I confess, my dear fellow, that I am very much in your debt."
He had never said as much before, and I must admit that his words gave me keen pleasure, for I had often been piqued by his indifference to my admiration and to the attempts which I had made to give publicity to his methods. I was proud, too, to think that I had so far mastered his system as to apply it in a way which earned his approval. He now took the stick from my hands and examined it for a few minutes with his naked eyes. Then with an expression of interest he laid down his cigarette, and carrying the cane to the window, he looked over it again with a convex lens.
"Interesting, though elementary," said he as he returned to his favourite corner of the settee. "There are certainly one or two indications upon the stick. It gives us the basis for several deductions."

I enjoy Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and perhaps you might as well, and the opening paragraph from this novel might get your interest!
I am going to try to read old classic novels once again.

What are you reading?

Sherlock Holmes Museum, London











Visiting Bertram's Hotel


"
Inside, if this was the first time you had visited Bertram's, you felt, almost
with alarm, that you had re-entered a vanished world. Time had gone
back. You were in Edwardian England once more."

Chapter 1, At Bertram's Hotel by Agatha Christie

This book is a good read on cold winter's nights and the movie is available to watch online too!
The plot is very interesting.




Tuesday Freeze



The bay is frozen over with sub zero temperatures and we have snow all around and still coming down intermittently.
Hard to believe that spring is not far off but it is like this every year when the worst of the winter weather occurs from  January  until early March.
My daughter just returned from a week in Oslo where she was representing her boss at a series of company meetings at their corporate headquarters.
Long flight, but Norway was far warmer than here so she was enjoying the tropical heatwave in Oslo!
The flight to Oslo goes over Greenland and just off the coast of Iceland too.

Tonight is Pretty Little Liars with my girls. I am looking forward to it.





Au Revoir,
Miss Marple

Geraldine McEwan has passed away, and it is
a loss for Miss Marple fans though she had retired some time ago.
I think that for Agatha Christie fans Miss Marple and Hercule Poirot,etc.  are more than just characters in a book, they are representative of a different time and way of life.
Her son Greg and daughter Claudia said in a statement: "Following a stroke at the end of October and a period in hospital, Geraldine McEwan passed away peacefully on January 30.
"Her family would like to thank the staff at Charing Cross Hospital who cared for her incredibly well."
Actors she worked with during her career included Laurence Olivier and Kenneth Williams.
She was born in Old Windsor, Berkshire, and married Hugh Cruttwell, a former principal of the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts in 1953. The couple had a son Greg and daughter Claudia, and she did not re-marry after Mr Cruttwell's death in 2002.
As well as starring as the spinster detective Miss Marple in 12 television episodes for ITV, she also appeared in box-office hits such as Robin Hood: Prince Of Thieves in 1991, which saw her play evil witch Mortianna alongside Kevin Costner.
The actress, who was born Geraldine McKeown, also won awards for her theatre work, collecting two Evening Standard Best Actress Awards: in 1983 for The Rivals and in 1995 for The Way Of The World.

Margaret Rutherford, Helen Hayes, Angela Lansbury, Joan Hickson, and Julia McKenzie all were Miss Marple.
Only Julia McKenzie, 70 and Angela Lansbury, 89 remain.
Who else could fill Miss Marple's sensible walking shoes and floppy hat? Can you think of anyone?

It seems like the passing of a better age.


Blizzard of 1888
(reposted from 2010)



We thought we had a snowy winter?

These photos and illustration are from 1888 when the Great Blizzard hit the east.

Most of these photos are taken in New York City at the time.

Amazing amount of snow.





Look at this lady standing by a tunnel shoveled out of the snow drift!
Imagine that.

She looks pretty pleased with it , pleased enough to want her photo taken in front of it.




Faces of busy, tired fellows.
Handsome fellows ...long gone now.
What a job they had before them.




♫ ♫ ♪ ♫
♪ Dashing through the snow in a two horse open sleigh.♫ ♪ ♫
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♫

right past F.J. Kaldenberg's
221-229 East 33rd St,
New York, NY... pipe manufacturer and maker of the famous Meerschaum pipe!


Police still ride horses in NYC. They always used to ride Morgans.
Look at all that hand shoveled snow!






They used to burn holes in the snow when it was too deep for shoveling.







Wires down. So many.








My mother used to collect the glass pieces that were on those telephone
poles to the left.







The glass toppers look nice in windows.
I found this color photo of the glass telephone pole toppers on the internet.Its not my photo and I don't know who did take it. While I think of it, scroll back up and have a look at the gorgeous street lamps on the open sleigh photo. Imagine them lit up by gas in the evening.

Lovely!


Back and Back in Time

I was fighting off the flu. I never got it fully but it left me super tired. I seem fine now, but then my computer decided to go wonky and needed work. After a lot of fooling around it seems to be working right now, we will see how things go.
I am sorry for my absence and missed visiting around very much.

I found this old supermarket advertisement and enjoyed seeing the prices so much.
I also found a wonderful home for sale in my home town  just around the corner down the block from our old house  and   if I could buy it just for the wonderful 1950's tiled bathroom I would.
 I really like older  kitchens and bathrooms.

Just look at these prices from 1961.
Everything today is inflated badly.
You can enlarge the picture to see it better.
























The entry of the house below is exactly like my parents house and our home was just around the corner from this one which I found up for sale!
 
 I would be living in my parents home now but was forced to sell it.   A very sad time for me. I would love to be there again.

The hallway next to the stairway leads to the kitchen and this photo is taken from the living room.
Our living room and dining room were almost exact except that we had french doors to the porch on the front wall. My Mother thought they took up too much wall space. The room is not large but the ceilings were high.
These homes had porches on the front and ours was enclosed in glass.
My father ran glass shelving around the windows for my mother's African violets and etc. It looked so nice.
These are not big homes  but they are Victorian and very charming.  They are long and skinny. 
My parents paid $5,000 for their version of this house.  In those days you could save up and pay cash for homes.
This photo makes me nostalgic for home as it is exactly the same except for the door.


















Only thing I would change is the vanity and sink.  Its too new looking. I would prefer the original.  These bathrooms were fit in wherever they could find space since the homes were built before indoor plumbing caught on.
In our house the bathroom was half this size!
 The kitchens were itty bitty but had a little butler's pantry and a summer kitchen off the back of the house.

I will be around to visit shortly.