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About megustaleer

  • Birthday 31/07/1945


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    Sussex UK
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    Reading, Gardening, Grandchildren
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  1. Come with rain. O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; Make the settled snowbank steam; Find the brown beneath the white; But whate'er you do tonight, Bath my window, make it flow, Melt it as the ice will go; Melt the glass and leave the sticks Like a hermit's crucifix; Burst into my narrow stall; Swing the picture on the wall; Run the rattling pages o'er; Scatter poems on the floor; Turn the poet out of door. To The Thawing Wind - Robert Frost
  2. Still sadly missed whenever I log in to BGO, but especially on this date.
  3. When winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill, That overbrows the lonely vale. O'er the bare upland, and away Through the long reach of desert woods, The embracing sunbeams chastely play, And gladden these deep solitudes. Where, twisted round the barren oak, The summer vine in beauty clung, And summer winds the stillness broke, The crystal icicle is hung. Where, from their frozen urns, mute springs Pour out the river's gradual tide, Shrilly the skater's iron rings, And voices fill the woodland side. Alas! how changed from the fair scene, When birds sang out their mellow lay, And winds were soft, and woods were green, And the song ceased not with the day! But still wild music is abroad, Pale, desert woods! within your crowd; And gathering winds, in hoarse accord, Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud. Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear Has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long. Woods In Winter - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [There you go, jfp, and solemn is in there too!]
  4. When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town; Deadening, muffling, stifling its murmurs failing; Lazily and incessantly floating down and down: Silently sifting and veiling road, roof and railing; Hiding difference, making unevenness even, Into angles and crevices softly drifting and sailing. All night it fell, and when full inches seven It lay in the depth of its uncompacted lightness, The clouds blew off from a high and frosty heaven; And all woke earlier for the unaccustomed brightness Of the winter dawning, the strange unheavenly glare: The eye marvelled—marvelled at the dazzling whiteness; The ear hearkened to the stillness of the solemn air; No sound of wheel rumbling nor of foot falling, And the busy morning cries came thin and spare. Then boys I heard, as they went to school, calling, They gathered up the crystal manna to freeze Their tongues with tasting, their hands with snowballing; Or rioted in a drift, plunging up to the knees; Or peering up from under the white-mossed wonder, ‘O look at the trees!’ they cried, ‘O look at the trees!’ With lessened load a few carts creak and blunder, Following along the white deserted way, A country company long dispersed asunder: When now already the sun, in pale display Standing by Paul’s high dome, spread forth below His sparkling beams, and awoke the stir of the day. For now doors open, and war is waged with the snow; And trains of sombre men, past tale of number, Tread long brown paths, as toward their toil they go: But even for them awhile no cares encumber Their minds diverted; the daily word is unspoken, The daily thoughts of labour and sorrow slumber At the sight of the beauty that greets them, for the charm they have broken. London Snow - Robert Bridges
  5. Oops! I exchanged email greetings with momo at Christmas, so I should know that. I've always got the two names confused..
  6. Thank you. Nonetheless, my comment didn't express the warmth I felt towards Momo during her time here.
  7. No, not fussy at all. I'm afraid that my comment was a bit terse, and you will find that what I wrote on the obituary page is similarly lacking in the warmth I felt to momo while she was on BGO.. I'm not a very demonstrative person, but I should have gone away and thought about it a bit more before I wrote.
  8. I have found the funeral director's notification of momac's funeral (thank you Google), and have added a brief message where there is space for people to add their memories of her. Apart from mine, the only message is from a family member about her love of the spring garden. Here is the link, should anyone else want to add their thoughts. https://www.legacy.com/ca/obituaries/thespec/name/maureen-mckee-obituary?pid=200465102
  9. They are 3 separate books, but all have been adapted for films Published 1966 The Detective, made into a film of the same name, starring Frank Sinatra (1968) Published 1979 Nothing Lasts For Ever - a sequel to The Detective, and adapted for the film Die hard Published 1987 - 58 minutes - The film Die Hard 2 was based on this book.
  10. "It's queer," she said; "I see the light As plain as I beheld it then, All silver-like and calm and bright- We've not had stars like that again! "And she was such a gentle thing To birth a baby in the cold. The barn was dark and frightening- This new one's better than the old. "I mind my eyes were full of tears, For I was young, and quick distressed, But she was less than me in years That held a son against her breast. "I never saw a sweeter child- The little one, the darling one!- I mind I told her, when he smiled You'd know he was his mother's son. "It's queer that I should see them so- The time they came to Bethlehem Was more than thirty years ago; I've prayed that all is well with them." The Maid-servant At The Inn - Dorothy Parker
  11. Saw you never in the twilight, When the sun had left the skies, Up in heaven the clear stars shining, Through the gloom like silver eyes? So of old the wise men watching, Saw a little stranger star, And they knew the King was given, And they follow'd it from far. Heard you never of the story, How they cross'd the desert wild, Journey'd on by plain and mountain, Till they found the Holy Child? How they open'd all their treasure, Kneeling to that Infant King, Gave the gold and fragrant incense, Gave the myrrh in offering? Know ye not that lowly Baby Was the bright and morning star, He who came to light the Gentiles, And the darken'd isles afar? And we too may seek His cradle, There our heart's best treasures bring, Love, and Faith, and true devotion, For our Saviour, God, and King. The Adoration Of The Wise Men - Cecil Frances Alexander
  12. I am so very sorry to hear that.
  13. The food I simply love the most Is toast, it’s toast, it’s toast, it’s toast! I love it with butter, I love it with jam, I love it with cheese, I love it with ham! I’d eat it for breakfast, for lunch and for tea, You don’t need to pay me: I’ll eat it for free! I’d eat it with fingers, or with knife and fork, I’d eat it in Gloucester, Oxford, and York. I’d eat it in April, I’d eat it in June. Give me a rocket and I’ll eat on the moon! White bread or brown, nutty or plain, I’d eat it all, again and again! Toast sitting down, or out on the move, There’s no toastly type which I can’t approve. Toast with some friends, or solo as a snack, Give me a plate and I’ll attack, attack, ATTACK! Toast in the sun or toast in the rain (It’s been said before I’ve got toast on the brain) Toast with chocolate spread as a weekend treat. A day without toast is just incomplete. I love toast, I love toast, do I need to repeat? The food I simply adore the most Is toast, it’s toast, it’s toast, it’s toast! I nibble, I chomp, I gulp and I chew. For a steaming plate, what wouldn’t I do! So if I come to your house and you offer me food, You know exactly what I’ll say. “I’ve given it some thought and, just for a change, I think I’ll try toast today!” A Toast To Toast - Alistair Lane
  14. Here we bring new water from the well so clear, For to worship God with, this happy New Year. Sing levy-dew, sing levy-dew, the water and the wine, The seven bright gold wires and the bugles that do shine. Sing reign of Fair Maid, with gold upon her toe; Open you the West Door and turn the Old Year go. Sing levy-dew, sing levy-dew, the water and the wine, The seven bright gold wires and the bugles that do shine. Sing reign of Fair Maid, with gold upon her chin; Open you the East Door and let the New Year in. Sing levy-dew, sing levy-dew, the water and the wine, The seven bright gold wires and the bugles that do shine. Levy-Dew - Welsh traditional, this version by Walter de la Mare
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