What would you campaign for?

I have been fascinated this month by the TV and Radio 4 coverage of the centenary of the death of an amazing Geordie woman and suffragette, Emily Davison.  Being a Geordie myself and something of a campaigner in my time, I can identify with the strength of feeling she had for her cause.  Her cause was women’s rights.

As part of my research for the WW1 play we will be doing next year in conjunction with the Everyman Theatre, I have been studying Emily Davison.

Emily Davison  1872-1913

Emily Davison
1872-1913

Emily was born in 1872 and was from a respectable Northumberland family.  She was intelligent and well educated, going up to Oxford University and gaining a first class honours.  However she could not graduate as degrees were closed to women.  The unfairness of this would not have escaped her.  She went on to study foreign languages before leaving to become a governess, then a teacher, after her father died leaving her mother unable to further fund Emily’s course.  But it was women’s suffrage that was her raison d’etre.

In 1906 she joined the Women’s Social and Political Union (WSPU). formed in 1903 by Emmeline Pankhurst

Emily progressed from disrupting meetings to stone throwing and arson.  She was arrested and imprisoned for various offences nine times.  In 1909 Emily was sentenced to a month’s hard labour for throwing rocks at the chancellor’s carriage.

On 2 April 1911 she was found “hiding in the crypt in the Houses of Parliament”.   She was actually in a cupboard in St Mary Undercroft, which is the chapel for the Palace of Westminster.  It was the night of the census and she wanted to put ‘House of Commons’ as her official residence.  I am awed by her cunning and courage, as was Tony Benn MP, who had a plaque about this event placed in the House in 1999, albeit in a broom cupboard!

In 1912 she was sentenced to six months in Holloway Prison for setting fire to a pillar box. While in prison she was force-fed after going on hunger strike.  This was a barbaric act akin to torture.  Indeed in the Houses of Parliament, the labour MP George Lansbury said the Prime Minister HH Asquith would go down in history as being, “the man who tortured women”.

On 4 June 2013 Emily took a risk too far when she tried to disrupt the Derby at Epsom, a famous horse race and British institution.  It was assumed for a long time that she had wanted to commit suicide when she ran onto the track in front of the King’s horse, Anmer.  However scholars, forensic scientists and others have examined evidence in recent years and have concluded that she probably just wanted to make a spectacular gesture by holding up her suffragette scarf and maybe putting it on the King’s horse, to draw attention to the cause.

Finally in 1914, the year the world was plunged into a dreadful war, Prime Minister Asquith made a commitment to giving women the vote after the war.

In 1918 the Representation of the People Act granted women over the age of 30 the right to vote, as long as they were married to, or a member of, Local Government Register.  It also extended men’s suffrage to the right for all men to vote over the age of 21, and abolished most property qualifications for men.

In 1928 women were granted equal suffrage with men as they could vote at the age of 21 and most of the property rules were abolished.

So Emily, along with the thousands of brave women in the suffragette movement, achieved her goal.  Her courage and steadfastness is remembered and celebrated still a hundred years on.

There is a wealth of documentary evidence and articles written about the Suffragettes and Emily Davison and I have added links for anyone who would like to know more.  I have also attached a link to newsreel of both her death and her wonderful funeral for those who would like to see it.

Being on the Public Affairs Committee in the Women’s Institute is my own way of making a difference in my own community and the world at large these days.  The WI campaigns on many issues and is well respected for their achievements.  The following article asks “what would suffragettes get off their backsides for today?”  Do read it.

 http://www.telegraph.co.uk/women/womens-politics/10096640/What-Emily-Wilding-Davison-and-the-suffragettes-would-get-off-their-backsides-for-today.html

Emily Davison's Funeral

Emily Davison’s Funeral

Moral

Inspired by Haiku heights word ‘Moral’.

Fairness and justice

Honesty and compassion

Gentleness is strength

~

Every night should be

Like Christmas Night for me, filled

With wonder and awe

~

As I sit and suffer this weekend,  the moral of this haiku is to listen to my own advice and stay away from children with colds!

Snuffling and sneezing

Grandchildren spreading their germs

Thought I was immune

As I missed the deadline for the last 2 prompts, Eccentric and Stone, I am adding the links here in the hope that you will take the time to read them.

Eccentric ~ http://wp.me/p2gGsd-Ul

Stone ~ http://wp.me/p2gGsd-U4

Cotswold Stone

dry stone wall in the cotswolds

dry stone wall in the cotswolds

This post is inspired by the Haiku heights prompt word “Stone”

Golden meadows bound

With dry stone walling.  Built by

Cotswold craftsmen

The Cotswolds, where I live, is a very beautiful area in the heart of England, which covers the counties of Gloucestershire, Oxfordshire, Wiltshire, Worcestershire and Warwickshire.

Beyond the hedgerows

As far as the eye can see

Yellow rapeseed glows

Rapeseed field

Rapeseed field

There are gentle hills and wolds, meandering rivers rich with salmon, trout, roach, bream and eels, a coastline along the Severn Valley, ancient woodland in the Forest of Dean complete with wild boar and roaming deer, beautiful market towns and unspoilt villages,  gorgeous thatched cottages, magnificent country houses, fertile farms, and even several castles!

One of the outstanding features of the Cotswolds is the beautiful stone which is used for building.  During the time of the enclosures act in Britain it was cheaper for farmers to enclose their land with dry-stone walls than to plant hedges, and to this day one of the special features of the Cotswolds is the golden dry-stone walls about a metre in height which border country lanes and lush farmland

The limestone found in the Cotswolds is from the Jurassic period about 150 million years ago, a time when dinosaurs roamed over the earth and the area was once below the sea.  It is still possible to find fossils in the rocky cliffs and quarries.  In fact Huntsman’s Quarry has a superb collection of large fossils that were unearthed during quarrying.

Fossilised features

Of prehistoric creatures

In limestone preserved

You can download a fascinating fact sheet about the quarry here

Quarrying has been carried out in the Cotswolds for many years, for sand, gravel and clay as well as stone.  Some of the old quarries have been turned into the Cotswold Water park which covers an area of  40 square miles and has 150 lakes.  All sorts ofwater sports go on here and it is a beautiful area to walk around enjoying the nature and wildlife.  You can read all about it here

At the weekend I took my grandchildren to Warwick castle to enjoy the Horrible Histories.  It was a great day out in wonderful weather.  The castle was sold by the Greville family in 1978 and is now owned by the business group that owns Madame Tussauds.  This has enhanced the visitor’s experience as every room is filled with models of the famous people who lived in or visited the castle.  It must cost millions to maintain the structure of this impressive building.  The walls are so think and the building so huge, that the bedrock is groaning under the strain.  But there is 1000 years of history oozing out of every stone.

Stone steeped in stories

Of secrets and scandals in

High society

Bedrock is cracking

Sinking under centuries

Of blood-soaked conflict

Enjoy my pictures from the weekend…

Bridges Part 11 ~ Haiku

Over Severn‘s Gorge

An iconic iron bridge

First cast in furnace

Another view of the bridge

Another view of the bridge (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The years float away

On day trips to my birthplace

By ‘Blinking Eye’

English: Millennium Bridge, Newcastle to Gates...

English: Millennium Bridge, Newcastle to Gateshead This elegant tilting pedestrian and cyclist bridge is the lowest above-ground crossing of the River Tyne. It has become something of an icon of Newcastle and Gateshead. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A lifetime abridged

Sorrows surface in snatches

Sanitised soundbites

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Brick by brick I build

A bridge to carry me home

Made of words and deeds

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Story – Haiku

He said “you can’t make

a silk purse from a sow’s ear”

His meaning was clear

This post is inspired by the haiku heights prompt for today ~ “Story”

This was the comment made about me at the age of 10 by the Headmaster of the school I was expecting to go to when me moved across the country for my father’s job.  I had missed a lot of school due to illness so was way behind others of my age.  I also had a Geordie accent which he equated with being uneducated.  These factors led him to believe I was stupid and not worth educating!  My determined parents decided to move me somewhere else thank goodness!

His words have stayed with me always and inspired me to become a teacher.  Eventually I became a Headteacher.   My aim was to value every child, to educate them to the best of their ability, and to develop in them self confidence and high self esteem so that whatever their talents they could go out into the world prepared to lead full, rewarding and satisfying lives.

I guess it is a milestone in my story!

Haiku

Gone Fishing

It’s that time of year again when the weather is just about good enough for Gerry to go fishing ~ joy!

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Under a fishing umbrella by the side of a lake in the pouring rain with husband and grandchildren, heaven happens.  There is nothing quite so exciting as being at the mercy of the elements but safe!  It appeals to our most basic human need for shelter and protection.  All our needs are met.  We are together, warm and dry and we have a picnic.  We are relaxed and at peace.  There is nothing we mustdo but enjoy ourselves.  It is a precious gift ~ time to be.  Grandchildren learn how to fish.  They watch the fluorescent tip of the float marking the place where the line enters the water.  The bait of sweetcorn gently drifts in the depths as we throw more corn in to attract the fish.  And it does.   The float waggles then dips down ~ a bite!    Ben gets the landing net ready and Rosie slides the…

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Youngling

Invading my space
Busy Blue tit emerges
Eco warrior!

Blue Tit

Blue Tit (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I was amused to watch a blue tit flying in and out of a small hole in my brickwork. I thought he might be nest building, but actually he was helping himself to my cavity wall insulation then flying into a nearby bush to line his nest! Whatever next? Central heating? Solar panels?
blue tit 2

blue tit

Xerox inspired Haiku

Hope you don’t mind if I sneak in 2 days worth of haiku as I missed yesterday!  So my open prompt comes today when ~ I heard my first cuckoo!

Loud and clear cuckoo
sings, summer’s early warning.
Nesting birds beware

~~~

Xerox inspired ~ Before I retired from my job in education, I was linked with Kianja Primary School in Nyanza Province, near Kisumu in Kenya.  The first time I went there I was amazed to see classes of up to 80 children in what were effectively large mud huts with no windows or doors ~ and no resources!  The teacher was using water to write on a wall to illustrate his lesson.  Sometimes teachers would take lessons outside under a huge mango tree.  The children were bright, keen, polite, well-behaved, friendly ~ and learning!

They had no electricity so a xerox machine would have been of no use to them.

Water on mud walls

left a lasting impression.

One teaching resource

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African children

Learn in tribal village school

Under mango tree

Pariah ~ Haiku

Mary Magdala ~ Pariah?

Mary Magdala ~ Pariah?

Mary Magdala

Spilt oils on his feet and wept

Begging forgiveness

~~~~~

Judas, pariah?

Or pawn in a cosmic game

At Gethsemane.

We have just finished performing the Gloucester Mystery Plays in the fabulous setting of Gloucester Cathedral and Worcester Cathedral.  The plays were directed by Sheila Mander and received some very good reviews.   One former actor said,

 “Her motley crew of patches, rude mechanicals, all shapes, sizes, ages, levels of acting ability, musicianship and technical support experience were met together to serve one of the greatest stories ever told – amateurs and professional all – with God (we all know that He would really like to be Jeremy Irons) topping and tailing the entire affair. The spirit of Ye Olde rough and ready Middle English Mystery Play tradition is both honoured in its purest form and updated to modern relevance in a beautifully structured piece. Each actor, amateur and professional alike, somehow manages through simple, honest and often movingly unsophisticated service to this mammoth narrative to deliver one of the most touching and engaging pieces of theatre you could ever wish to attend. It is indeed theatre fulfilling many of its most powerful functions. Like smokers who quit the habit judge people who smoke, ex actors like myself can be an impossible audience to please. This little gem pleased me no end. It is charming, challenging, provocative but most essentially of all it is warmly approachable.”  I can’t weait for the next production!  Enjoy some of the photos below of rehearsals.

http://www.gmpfestival.com/diary-of-events/

 

 

Catch up ~ haiku

Hunter

Hounded and harried

He wandered the wilderness

Prey to temptation

Mystery devils tempting Jesus

 

Incense

Prayers of the faithful

Cloaked in celestial clouds

Scent of mystery

insence

 

Jasmine

Refreshed and relaxed

With a herbal infusion

Healing Jasmine tea

jasmine tea

 

Koi

“Don’t feed”, the sign says

But the Koi plead their hunger

Mouths open, they glide

fish 2

 

Lily

Alert and aloof

Proud Sharpei stands, protecting

The Peace Pagoda

lily

The Peace Pagoda in Willen, Milton Keynes

The Peace Pagoda in Willen, Milton Keynes (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Cacophony

Cheering throngs gather

Cheering throngs gather

Cheering throngs gather

In Messianic fervour

Fronds fall at His feet

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Calling for His death

Crowds that cheered Him now decry

Innocent, He’ll die

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Three times he denied

The master he followed. And

The rooster crowed twice

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Barabbas!” they cry

A callous cacophony

Convicts the wrong man

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Orthodox cross

Orthodox cross

Forsaken by friends

He hangs dying on a cross

Forgiveness His gift

~~~~~~~~~~~~

No stone left unturned.

In the harrowing of hell

All sins are exposed

I am in the Gloucester Mystery Plays this Easter , which will be performed in Gloucester and Worcester Cathedrals.  While I only have a small part I have found the whole experience extremely moving.  Indeed the professional and semi professional actors involved are so good that they have brought the whole story to life for me and given my faith a much needed boost.   It is mainly down to the professionalism and commitment of Sheila Mander, the producer.

Mystery plays were the foundation of the modern theatre.  Developing between the 10th and 16th century, they portrayed key stories from the Bible in an accessible way for people who had not heard or read the stories before.  The dramatic productions appealed to all types and ages of people.

Gloucester mystery Plays have taken these stories to a new level with a modern interpretation of the ancient texts.  The language is modern while the actions and rhythms of the original are faithfully captured.  There is also wonderful original music and singing.

These Mystery Plays will be bold, colourful, joyful, sad, dramatic, thought provoking and challenging.  They tell the story of the life of Jesus as an adult right up to the Last Judgement.   Hopefully they will leave the audiences deeply moved.

I can’t wait to tell you how good it was after Easter!

Gloucester Mystery Play

Gloucester Mystery Play

Mystery Play at Worcester Cathedral

Mystery Play at Worcester Cathedral

Worcester Cathedral

Worcester Cathedral (Photo credit: JmGpHoToS)

Gloucester, England

Gloucester, England (Photo credit: Nigel’s Europe)

The Paper Church

This post is inspired by the Haiku Heights prompt “Origami”.

When I was a child I was really impressed by the string of paper dolls my dad could make by cutting or tearing a folded newspaper.

Fondly he folded

Paper people holding hands

Fragile family

patterns to cut out for a chain of paper people

patterns to cut out for a chain of paper people

And, when I was teaching I used to love making paper shapes with the children as part of maths lessons.  By the time they were in top juniors as it was then, the children had progressed to making dodecahedrons which they decorated beautifully and hung from the ceiling.

Dodecahedron

Dodecahedron

But never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that it was possible to make houses, garages and even a church out of paper.  However, that and more, has now been done.

You may remember the dreadful earthquake that hit the Kobe region of Japan in 1995.  6,434 lost their lives.  After the earthquake there were literally thousands of people made homeless.  They needed shelter which could be erected quickly and cheaply.  The architect Shigeru Ban designed a paper church/community centre.  Made entirely out of paper donated by companies, it was erected in 5 weeks by about 160 volunteers from local churches. The church was called Takatori after the original church which had been destroyed by the earthquake.

The church measured 10 metres by 15 metres and had 58 paper tubes in an elliptical pattern inside an outer skin of corrugated polycarbonate sheets.

The church was intended to be temporary but it was used as a homeless shelter and church for 10 years before it was dismantled and moved to Taiwan in 2005.

Takatori Church

Shaken and shattered

Kobe’s homeless sought shelter

In a paper church

 

Takatori Church

Takatori Church

 Kobe Luminarie

Silent and serene

A city of lights springs up

And hope shines out

Takatori Catholic Church, Hyogo, Japan. Design...

Takatori Catholic Church, Hyogo, Japan. Designed by Shigeru Ban. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My first Anniversary as a Blogger

One Year as a Blogger with WordPress and 144 posts

One Year as a Blogger with WordPress and 144 posts

I am really pleased to say I have been blogging for 1 year.  I have posted 144 items and enjoyed every minute of it.  I have come across such interesting people and some amazing creative talents.  I have learned so much and had such fun reading other people’s blogs.

So here’s to another year x Onward and upward x