A dozen or so villagers turned up for the Trelawnyd Show brainstorming session at the pub tonight.
Another seven gave their apologies.
After much discussion we agreed on the following
A review Show will be planned for Christmas- a sort of mismatch of local talent
The youth club, The Friendship Group, The Pub, Jackson’s Nurseries, The School, all will be asked to perform with acts and the gaps will be infilled by locals led by the likes of Affable Despot Jason
Me and the Velvet Voiced Linda have found ourselves in charge and a further meeting will be held in the Hall on September 22nd at 6 pm
Autumn is here, right on time. It’s rained on and off for most of the day and the grass of my lawn and the pasture in the pony field has gratefully devoured the moisture, like the cats do after too much dry food. The dry summer has crisped the leaves of the Churchyard trees, and already many are falling, blowing in the strong westerly winds whisking over the hills beyond the Felin.
Trelawnyd is bracing itself for Autumn, and then winter, I think.
I know I am
I’m looking forward to the colder days, jumpers with holes in, comfort food and Bake Off.
I will be going to Spanish for Beginners night class and am thinking of organising a book club
The twins have never seen snow
Black cats surrounded by white look like cartoon animals I always think.
I think it’s their most beautiful piece and that note at the end,sublime
Affable Despot Jason has volunteered to join in with the village theatrical review. He loves the thespian lifestyle me thinks. His eldest is going to University soon How does the time go? I feels only yesterday that I would babysit them after school Two preteen girls who loved to cook zombie cookies, back comb William and brush Winnie’s teeth with my toothbrush This post reminds me so much of those days “Children notice everything”
We had just bathed and towel dried Mary and placed her back into her crate when Eve noticed a big blob of curry sauce on the oven glove which was looped over the oven door handle . " Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhh! " she called out rather theatrically " Wot's that?" I made a show of sniffing the brown lump and told both girls that I thought it " smelt of poo" Suddenly I had both girl's rapt attention I poked the lump with my finger and lifted it to my nose " yes it's poo!" I announced and as the girls looked on with surprised frowns I popped my finger into my mouth Screaming filled the kitchen.
Late in life , I have learnt the lesson that children love and need silliness. And the " smuttier" and " dirtier" the silly activity...the happier they become. Unfortunately I don' t recall my parents ever being silly. When I picked the girls up from school yesterday afternoon, Eve asked if we could " smash the apples again" ....as " it was fun" We had picked apples from the orchard and had jumped on the soft apples with our shoes so that the geese could feed on the bits the last time they came around after school.
Last night , when affable despot Jason arrived to pick his girls up , he was faced with suddenly dipped curried digits and shouts of "Dad! I have poo on my finger" , and like all experienced parents he smiled a patient smile . I covered the fingerholes before I replaced the curry in the oven.
The curtains in the hall have been replaced and are now functional
Indeed they look splendid
MarisAna asked about Michael Antonio Ralli, the man behind the construction of the Memorial Hall which took place nearly 120 years ago
And here he is ( the information below is from a post in 2012)
Last night I went to the Trelawnyd and Gwaenysgor Community Council meeting and in passing had chance to read a photocopy of the Prestatyn Weekly Newspaper dated the 23rd of October 1909. In it was an article discussing an initiative by Mr Michael Antonio Ralli,who was the Greek Consul in Liverpool, to build our village Hall as a way of giving jobs and motivation to the local unemployed. Ralli was a somewhat colourful character to be found in a predominantly Welsh village. He was a Greek from Odessa who made a small fortune importing cotton from Russia when American could not export it's own during the American Civil War and I find it fascinating that after a period living in London and Liverpool he and his wife Polynmia, would end up dominating an insular and quiet backwater village. A Ukrainian Greek as Lord of the Manor How Exotic!
Trelawnyd ( or Newmarket as it was formally known) was Ralli's dream, he clearly wanted it to develop in status when he gifted the Memorial Hall to the village The newspaper cutting eluded to that fact when it stated that Ralli's wish was to make Newmarket a "Garden City", a rather grand dream for a village of 600 simple souls, but a rather sweet one nevertheless. I wonder what Ralli would have made of the fact the Newmarket title was renamed Trelawnyd in 1954... The "new" name was in keeping , I suppose, for it has a name that Ralli might of liked .....Trelawnyd literally means " a town full of wheat"
The Village Hall is a big space to upkeep. The stage itself would compliment an average secondary school, so today I helped the TCA Volunteers clear the stage in readiness for the new stage curtains which will be erected tomorrow.
The Hall’s future has been secured by the Trelawnyd Community Association which has recently raised funds for repairs to be done on the roof and double glazing to be installed.
A great achievement.
Now the velvet voiced Linda ( far left) has suggested a Christmas review featuring musical and dramatic talent from the village( after a gin and tonic of course!)
We already have a dozen people interested in helping out
The Storyhouse Production of TheAdventures of Sherlock Holmes is a triumph of comic timing, local gags and good acting. My sister and I had a blast tonight.
Set in the outdoor Grovensor Park theatre, a modern day Sherlock ( Ethan Reid ) is a camp energetic and incredibly funny hero. Aided by a female Watson he faces a local murder at the Duke of Westminster’s Eaton Hall, a mystery which takes him to a Liverpudlian Irish pub brawl, the crypt of Paddy ‘s Wigwam and finally to a finale battle full of nasty nun’s and a wonderfully evil Moriarty ( Eddy Westbury)
Cross The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel with a bog standard Midsummer Murders and bingo you will have The Thursday Murder Club
The film is bland, but fun, predictable and amusing and it’s a lovely afternoon film to enjoy with a friend .
The plot is no more convoluted than a teatime Agatha Christie ,but we are introduced to four unlikely residents of an upmarket stately home sized retirement complex who have banded together to form a club which solves old cold cases “stolen” from the Met.
Leader Elizabeth ( Helen Mirren) is a former director of MI5, Ron ( Pierce Brosnan) an unlikely cockney trade unionist.Joyce ( Celia Imrie) a retired nurse and Ibramin ( Ben Kingsley) a psychiatrist , all look like they have great fun solving the crimes with all of the gusto of the kids from Scooby do
Mirren, especially looks like she’s have a ball as she parodies not only her Prime Suspect tv days but her role in The Queen. She’s very good in this, as is Kingsley, and Imrie, and her scenes with her husband ( jonathon Pryce) who is suffering from dementia, has a sweetness to them which is incredibly moving .
