Monday, 3 March 2014

Three gifts

Yesterday was a day for gifts.
While Chris was in church, and I was busy stuffing a chicken for lunch,
I spied two ladies peeping over the garden wall.
I went out clutching a bowl of eggs
When the elder of the two women burst out with an excited
" we read your blog" comment.
Now they didn't look like a couple of bunny boilers,
but I was put on a bit of a back foot for a minute or so.
( it's always a bit odd to meet two strangers who think that they know you)
As it turned out, the two ladies were mother and daughter who had relatives who lived in trelawnyd
some years ago. They were leaving the area and wanted to donate some old French Church candlesticks to Trelawnyd Church. 
Through Going Gently , I was the only person they " knew" to pass the gifts too.
Whaddu you think Tom Stephenson?
I promised to pass the candlesticks on, made sure I took the ladies names and thanked them with 18 fresh eggs from the morning collection when they gave me a whole pile of
Welsh history books that they had collected, which was a lovely gesture
Amid the titles of local information, there was a comprehensive guide to New York City
" I remembered that you love the city"  the mother said
Power of the blog eh?

The second gift arrived an hour or so later, when a Woolly hatted Mrs Trellis turned up
With a piping hot homemade rice pudding sat snugly inside a cake tin.
She thought we would appreciate the pud on such a cold day
It was a cracking pudding....with a skin on the top, so thick
that it took two hands to break it
Wonderful

The final gift of the day turned up after lunch
Another orphan of the storm 
This time from the Bonny, smiling lady from the Still House.
Her dog had killed several of her hens and the last survivor needed a new home
So meet 
Bodica




47 comments:

  1. Well a day like that is going to take some beating!

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  2. Lovely gifts John. My mouth is watering at the suggestion of rice pudding with a crust on top and welcome Bodica. But most important of all - don't let Tom Stephenson spot those exquisite candles.
    t

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  3. Bodica is a lovely crimson! She glows! I'll bet lots of us are now "strangers who think they know you"....power of the blog indeed! :)

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  4. what a great day you had.

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  5. What lovely gifts :) Love the hen :)

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  6. So we should warn you we are coming before we peak over your garden wall bearing gifts? Your give to much, it is natural that you receive gifts.

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  7. We really do live in a global village.
    Jane x

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  8. Poor Bodica! Having had to witness the killing of all her friends and family must have been traumatizing (if hens can be traumatized). I am glad she has been given a new home, where hopefully she can forget the horrific events of the past.

    How come people found your house through your blog? I doubt that anyone who'd go looking for me would easily find me, even though I often write about my hometown (but never have given my full address anywhere on the blog).

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    1. I don't give my address out, but we are a small village, I am easy to find

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    2. John Gray? Easy, just follow the scotch egg wrappers...

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  9. Must be difficult to get anything done there with all these people appearing at your door with largesse.

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    1. It's an occupational hazard

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  10. What a nice way to start off the week.

    I hope the lady who gave you the chicken didn't smell what you were cooking in the kitchen.

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  11. You are quite the celebrity.

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    1. It's a hard cross to bare x

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    2. Keep that cross fully covered!

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  12. See...you are world famous! I may show at your door one day... it's a dream I have. :)

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  13. See, all that good karma you've put out there is coming back to roost, along with a chicken. (Great name, too.)

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  14. Not often does a day start off like that...one for the record books.

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  15. Those candle sticks are lovely and so is Miss Bodica.
    Not too long before someone from "The Walking Dead" comes down your lane so you can do a guest spot. :)

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  16. What a wonderful post to wake up to! Hello Bodica!

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  17. Welcome Bodica. Keep your bottom clean, eat what you're given, and lay eggs. That way you'll do just fine!

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  18. Wouldn't Bunty like to rehome Bodica? Bawdy bellowing Bunty and her bastard geese bring home the bashful, brown hen, Bodica!

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    1. Best blog reply goes again to Simone!

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  19. A lovely gifty day :-)

    It is weird sometimes that we meet total strangers who know so much about us ... the wonder of Blogging.

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  20. Lucky Bodica to join your menagerie!

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  21. You certainly had day of kindness and giving!

    Bodica? Isn't she the druid warrior queen who battled the Romans, burned down London, but ultimately was killed (due to the druid's tendency to charge wildly into battle)?

    All I can say, is to watch out for any attempts at a coup.

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    1. It is rumored that she once visited the GOP ( the hill and burial mound behind our village)
      I doubt it

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  22. she looks like a gal to be reckoned with!

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    1. I should have renamed her Bunty then

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  23. If I ever get to Wales, you can bet I will come knocking on your door!! That is a pretty hen!

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  24. how lovely those candle sticks are fab. don't like rice pudding. the chicken looks smashing. fox proofing the garden soon. any tips appreciated

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    1. Dig your fences deep, use paving slabs to cover and when you are out leave a small radio on blaring out radio four

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    2. returned home Monday, rushed out to the garden as I thought I had mushrooms in the garden. to them think it was bread and a bird had dropped it,then kicking it with my crocs to find out it was bones. either beef or lamb. some stupid person is feeding them. I want to start keeping a few hens. I cant if I cant keep them out. thanks for the tip

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  25. Did you notice that Tom Stephenson has not commented yet? Now, he may claim that he had something verrrrry important going on (insert voice of Hyacinth Bucket), but we all know that it can only be candle stick envy. He may be pouting. ;

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    1. Well he can get his scrawny white arse into gear and comment

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    2. Scrawny? Those were the days.

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  26. Yeah, I know, I told you the beginning of this year that I was settled in Savannah and had the loan of my daughter's old computer. And still I'm slack! Sorry. Glad to catch up with your adventures today. Especially the lovely Bodica. Or should I say the magnificent warrior queen? I've put in a request to daughter Diane and one of her friends to visit Molly Macpherson's here in Savannah so I can finally try a scotch egg - I've waited a long time already!

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    1. You won't be disappointed
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    2. You'll be the first to hear about my experience!

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  27. Ok, those sticks. Bear in mind that just because I have bored you in the past, I am not an expert on every brass candlestick ever made.

    They are nice enough, and made nicer by the fact they are a pair - useful for a church, unless you want to burn black candles.

    I reckon (without handling them or seeing a picture of the undersides) that they are pretty modern - any time from the 20th century. If you want to send me a pic of the underside, I can narrow that down to within about 50 years.

    One slight fault - they are both missing cylindrical glass sleeves which would have slotted into the circular drip-tray with the little piercings in the triangular pointy bits (technical term).

    The rows of holes in the lower part of these trays would have let air in to keep the candles alight when the glass was in place.

    Keep your eyes skinned for a couple of glass cylinders of the right diameter, then you will have them whole again, and those cute choir boys will be able to walk around with lit candles without them guttering (the candles, not the boys).

    Show me more pics and I will be more specific.

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    1. Thank you for that
      The woman that donated them said they were French?

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    2. They could be - I have no reason to disbelieve her. Many of these designs are the same all over Europe, and it's only the really rococo ones that can be pinned down as French by me.

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  28. A blog is as good as a newspaper now days. What lovely pair of candlesticks to gift the church with!
    A wonderful day indeed, John. Have a wonderful week!

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