All Work, No Play

   

    In a country where its constitution prohibits child labour, India's textile factories still teem with a workforce made-up of children between the age of 5 and 14 years of age. In the past week  we have seen Amber alerts in the USA and the equivalent in the UK alerting the public to be on the lookout for missing children because we believe that our children should be protected from harms way.

    But thousands of children in India are being sold to contractors by their own parents, to work in  sweat shops, making clothes for us in the Western World. A fact I find very difficult to comprehend and fills me with great sadness.

    I live in an area of Scotland where children worked down coal and shale mines, this practise finally ceased 75 years ago. Although I'm sure it was of little solace, in most instances their whole family worked in the same mine and they could return to their family home at the end of their long and arduous shift.

    Whereas the child work-force in India eat, sleep and work in the same squalid room, sometimes never ever seeing their families again. I can only imagine it is a miserable existence for these children. Their childhood has been stolen from them, with a life of all work and no play. If you would like to help, or find out more, www.unicef.org

   

Ahoy There!

    The plant pots were bursting with flowers in full bloom, the rockeries weeded, the roses pruned, the grass was mowed to an inch of its life and resembled the bias of a billiard table. The boiling water bubbled in the large stainless steel urns in readiness to make cups of tea. The smell of home-baking wafted past the nostrils of the gathering crowd, tempting them to sit down at the tables on the terrace and partake of a refreshment.

An abundance of different varieties of flowers

     I can't leave out the ornamental elves and fairies who were adorned in their best, or the grecian statues that held their flower arrangement's high and proud. No I'm not talking about a scene out of a Walt Disney movie, but my neighbour's garden open day, last Sunday.

 The elves wait for their visitors

    Around this time every year, she opens her garden up to the public to raise funds for charitable organisations and the weather for once was glorious. Her garden as you will see from the pictures is a credit to her all year round hard work, love and dedication.

 

The fairies adorned in their finest

    A minimal entrance fee and tombola proceeds are then distributed to various needy charities. One such charity is the Royal National Lifeboat Institute. The crews of these lifeboats, that provide this lifesaving service are manned by volunteers and the funding is dependent on donations.

The mowed lawns surrounded by flowerbeds

 

    The lifeboat featured in the picture is a Trent Class Lifeboat called, Mora Edith MacDonald based in Oban, Scotland and has recently according to their web-site rnli.org carried out its 1000th rescue. Without events such as garden open days, the RNLI would not be able to continue to help save lives at sea throughout the world.

Mora Edith MacDonald

 

Under the Cover

   

    A member of my close family has a passion for sports cars and he's taken delivery of a new Porsche. I have to admit the car's sleek lines and luxurious interior, are very pleasing to the eye.When I make a decision to purchase a car I'm more interested in the aesthetic quality initially. Although the deal breaker will be how the engine performs, especially mpg.

    But, is my purchasing a car any different from me buying a book? Although I do know more about books than cars, the purchase process is similar. When I browse in a bookstore, first impressions are very important to me. Primarily it will be the jacket art work that catches my eye. Then the blurb hooks me and motivates me to read an excerpt.

    Therefore my conclusion is that there are strong similarities, after all I make my decision on the buying of a car on what's under the hood, just as it's the words inside the cover, on the page, that lead me to the check-out with a book.

    I should add that obviously none of the pictures contained in this blog are my relatives Porsche.

   

   



   

   

Stacking and Meshing, No Experience Necessary

   

A nation of media stackers and meshers

    In the UK it seems we're a population of  media stackers and meshers. I can confirm I'm guilty of  the charges put forward especially stacking. Media stacking sounded like a strenuous activity until I realised it means that the participant checks emails, tweets and updates Facebook, whilst watching TV. Yes, it's media multi-tasking, whilst sitting on your butt. No special training, exertion, or heavy breathing involved, therefore it's safe to do at home.

    Now that we are a nation of laptop, tablets and smart phone owners it's easier for us to come together as a family in one room, sit in front of our TVs and use the social media of our choice without having to desert the rest of the clan. The good news that is attached to this somewhat alarming observation, is that we are interacting more in our family units.

    Our friend's and social media acquaintances aren't left out either because if we take part in media meshing we chat, tweet and text with them whilst watching our favourite soaps, talent and reality shows. We exchange opinions on the programmes in real time, rather than the next time we meet up, or chat on the phone.

    Although I don't participate in this type of meshing, I am still a mesher. I regularly consult the Internet to find out more information about the actors/actresses in the programme we're viewing, usually because my partner and I can't remember what film, or soap we viewed them in previously.

    The good news in my opinion doesn't outway the downside of this report, which is we prefer being couch potatoes than getting outside, enjoying outdoors and communicating with our friends in person, whenever possible.

   

Potatoes

 



Blowing Away the Cobwebs

    

 Oban Bay. A place to embrace open space.

    Recent research reports that children by the age of seven, have spent the equivalent of one year of their lives in front of a TV, or computer screen. In turn, the lack of exercise can have long term, serious health implications, such as diabetes and cardiovascular disease.

    Now these findings aren't new, this is information that we've already been told repeatedly. So, how can we get our kids to embrace the great outdoors? Well, for a start off we adults need to lead by example and get off our own butt's.

   Speaking as a writer and someone who knows from personal experience, spending hours in front of a computer screen certainly assists the derriere and waistline to expand. Although I do try and get out and about regularly, because I find it's not just my body that benefits from a workout, my mind does too. There's nothing better for clearing my thoughts than a brisk walk in the countryside, or local park.

    If you've been promising yourself to start a new health regime, this week is the time to begin. In the UK it's 'National Park Week' commencing 27th July to 4th August and it's all about encouraging the young and old alike, to get outside and embrace our green spaces and parks.

    Last weekend I visited the Loch Lomond and Trossachs National Park, which opened July 2002 and I was amazed at the activities that are available to all. Whether you want to go cycling, walking, boating, bird-watching, or fishing it's all there.

    All these activities get the blood pumping through our veins, stimulate our brains and may help stir our creative juices. After all it's said that a visit to the Trossachs inspired, Sir Walter Scott to write 'The Lady of the Lake.'

One of the many lochs in the Loch Lomond and Trossachs National Park

It's All About the Cambridge Boy

   

Linlithgow Palace designed by Master James of St George

 

    When the news arrived on Monday, that the Duchess of Cambridge had safely delivered the UK and Commonwealth with a new Prince and future King, the crowds cheered.

    Within 24 hours of his arrival the proud parents, Prince William and Katherine stood on the steps of St Mary's Hospital, Paddington, London and introduced their beautiful son to the awaiting media and well wishers.

    But, now that the sex of the child was known, the name was anxiously anticipated by all. However, William and Kate, as Katherine is better known, didn't leave it too long before they set the record straight. The young Prince of Cambridge was to be named George, Alexander, Louis.

   So in keeping with the royal theme today, I've listed writers with the same, or variant forms of the three chosen christian names of the newborn Prince.


    George, meaning a farmer, worker of the land.

• George Elliot. UK novelist and short story writer.
• George Orwell. UK novelist, poet and essayist.
• George Bowering. Canadian poet.
• George Farquhar. Irish playwright.
• George S Kaufman. US playwright and critic. 
• George Kelly. US playwright.
• George Bernard Shaw. Irish playwright, essayist and critic.
• George Meredith. UK novelist and poet.  
• George Seferis. Greek poet, essayist and critic.
• George Oppen. US poet.    

    Alexander, meaning a helper of men.

• Alexander Pope. UK poet, critic and satirist.
• Aleksandr Pushkin. Russian novelist and poet.
• Alexandre Dumas. French playwright and novelist.
• Alejo Carpenter. Cuban journalist and novelist.
• Aleksandr Blok. Russian poet.
• Alex Haley. US novelist.
• A.A Milne. UK children's writer and playwright. (Alan, Alexander)
• Alessandro Manzoni. Italian poet and novelist.
• Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn. Russian novelist.
• Alexei Tolstoy. Russian novelist and playwright.

    Louis, meaning brave in battle.

• Jorge Luis Borges. Argentinian, writer and poet.
• Ludovico Ariosto. Italian poet and playwright.
• Louis L'Amour. US novelist.
• Louis Auchincloss. US novelist and short story writer.
• Louis Bromfield. US novelist, playwright and short story writer.
• Lewis Carroll. UK children's writer.
• Louis MacNeice. Irish novelist, playwright and poet.
• Luigi Pirandello. Italian playwright, novelist and poet.
• Robert Louis Stevenson. UK essayist,novelist and short story writer.
• Louis Simpson. Jamaican born, US novelist and poet.    

    If this young  heir can leave the legacy that the above writers all have, his parents chest's will be bursting with pride even more.

      
       

   

Healing Time

Healing Time 　

　

I feel this day I'm full of sorrow,

I feel this day there's no tomorrow.

 

 

I think this day of how you looked,

I think this day of what they took.

 

 

I feel your pillow and my heart feels broken, 

I feel so sad no matter what words are spoken.

The words they say I hope are true,

Time is a healer and I'll get through.

 

 

 

 

    A short poem from a WIP by Christina Rowell Copyright 2013