St Valentines Day................

St. Valentine was a priest near Rome in about the year 270 A.D, a time when the church was enduring great persecution. His ministry was to help the Christians to escape this persecution. Also to provide them the sacraments, such as marriage, which was outlawed by the Roman Empire at that time, something to do with keeping his army numbers up. It is said that St Valentine was persecuted as a Christian and interrogated by Roman Emperor Claudius II in person. Claudius was impressed by Valentine and they talked. Claudius tried to get him to convert to Roman paganism in order to save his life. Valentine refused but he tried to convert Claudius to Christianity. Because of this, he was executed. Before his execution, he is reported to have performed a miracle by healing Julia, the blind daughter of his jailer Asterius. The jailer's daughter and his forty-four member household came to believe in Jesus and were baptized. In addition to this, Saint Valentine is said to have performed clandestine Christian weddings for soldiers who were forbidden to marry by Roman law.


According to legend, in order to "remind them of God's love and to encourage them to remain faithful Christians," Saint Valentine is said to have cut hearts from parchment, giving them to the soldiers and the persecuted Christians, a possible origin of the widespread use of hearts on Saint Valentine's Day.
There is an additional embellishment to The Golden Legend, On the evening before Valentine was to be executed, he would have written the first "valentine" card himself, addressed to the daughter of his jailer Asterius, who was no longer blind, signing as "Your Valentine."John Foxe, an English historian, as well as the Order of Carmelites, state that Saint Valentine was buried in the Church of Praxedes in Rome.
So in todays world its become a commercial business. Not a lot of romance left. The flower shops do a huge trade...........as do chocolate shops that much I can understand if you are inclined to keep the day.



People are expected to send cards to their sweethearts. That being said, little kids send them to everyone in their class these days. Its everything but romantic. Nothing like the original intent.Hallmark strikes again.


Chocolates are a traditional gift and flowers. Now of course all kinds of cheap knick knacks are produced and given, anything to make money. I suppose a nice bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates given with meaning is a nice gesture.




HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE

Old Friends.............

One of the great things about Facebook is that one can find so many old friends there. Many I have not seen since I was a child in school, some were teen friends and some were work friends. Who ever they are its magical that we can catch up now after so many years. I started a group for the village in England that we all grew up in. Its been amazing seeing them come in and just begin chatting about how things used to be back in our day. Our village was a rural farming community that did not change much from the beginning its in the Doomsday Book. At some point it was a Saxon village and then the Romans built a road through to the north that went on by. The church is Saxon and has not changed since then.


Our families have been there as long as records have been kept, either in that village or close by. People did not move far until the 1950s and 1960s and life remained pretty much the same. It was our generation that changed everything but it began after the war when we were chosen to take on a lot of the London people. New homes had to be built and new jobs found as London was rebuilt, along with Coventry and many other cities. So they brought in car factories to replace the straw hat trade that sustained the area for a hundred years or so and the new Londoners moved into council houses to take on the work. Over the next years the village was pretty much demolished. So it is that in this Facebook group we remember our childhood. How free we were. Most of us would go outside after breakfast go find a mate and off we would go, sometimes alone. I know I would go for miles across the fields with a friend or on my own and just look around. No particular goal in mind but learning the names of the wildflowers (Dad got me a book) and birds and their nests. A friend and I collected eggs and got to know where to find and identify them. I remember being thrilled when I found a Wrens nest, so pretty and well made. We climbed trees, fell out of them or caught our clothes on barbed wire and ripped them. I remember the first electric fence I saw and how we would "test" it. I have been chased by a herd of cows and attacked my a mother hen. Stung by wasps and just about everything you may imagine but was never really hurt. My parents could never have known where I was, they were working and I was free to do as I chose, and I did. We would play in the chalk pits and visit the farms. Climb the cliffs and fish for Tadpoles and Sticklebacks. There was never such a thing as being bored, we made and invented our own fun. No TV because even when we did get one in 1952 there was nothing on during the day. Not that much at night for that matter. Maybe on a rainy day we would listen to the stories on the radio. We collected food boxes and played at stores or we played school or we made mud pies. There was never a lack of things to do. From what I have heard on the group, the boys were way more adventuresome and their territory was more within the village and with each other, mine was a more solitary existence. I preferred that. The village Chemist would pay us to go gather things like Elderberries and other things that they needed and we got paid a pittance for doing something we loved to do anyway.


This is me at Grove Farm aged around 16

I already spoke about the time I spent on the farm. My friend Margaret lived on Grove Farm and that was my main hang out in the summer time and any weekend I could get there. Never a lack of things to do there for kids.
Sometimes I would walk to my Grandmothers several miles away along a more busy road but I may have stopped in at my Aunt Nellie's house or maybe caught a bus, it depended upon the weather. Nan never knew to expect me, we didn't have a phone and neither did she. When I had enough of that I would take off and walk across the hills to Dunstable and visit my Auntie Ivy and Uncle Norman. They worked nights so I knew that by afternoon they would be there. I loved to lay on the side of the hills and just watch the clouds, the sound of bees in the Harebells and Daisies. Larks singing in the sky and the sun warm on my face. I suppose I may have dozed off on occasion, after all it was a lot of walking. There was a small Spinney up on the hills and Bluebells grew there. It was not far as the crow fly's to my aunts house and after a brief visit and cup of tea I could catch the bus home. No one had a car so it was up to me to get myself home by tea time. We could play outside until the street lights came on and then all the kids would go inside unless a few stragglers would hold out under the street light until called inside. We have some wonderful memories and a childhood that is now a thing of the past. One that I am just so grateful for


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I am linking up with Brambleberry Cottage Time travel Thursday.

Redecorate...............

I am sooooo ready to redecorate my home. I am sick of it as it is. Trouble is I do not have the money to do it. Now I know paint is not too expensive so I may just be able to swing that one. Maybe even a little paper. So.............now to convince my husband. He will be the one doing the work. I hate that kind of painting. I know people who love it but that is not me. I want to do Tristens room first because it really needs it the most. I want ideas for a little boys room that is not too childish even though he is only 2. So I will just have to look around blogland and find some inspiration. Any ideas are welcome.
Then the bathroom downstairs and I think from there into the Kitchen. I want some bright colours but not loud colours. In the bath a pale blue or aqua would work well and really brighten it up. The toilet and sink are dark green and they have to stay so what theme would I choose. Right now its fishes and seashells. My downstairs rooms I want to convert over to English cottage and bring in some flowers. Right now my colours are dark. A very deep brownish red in the living room. Dark olive in dining and the kitchen is a peachy colour and the front room and study is yellow. Sounds horrible. Its not but I really want a change of sorts. Tristen has about ruined the carpet, well him and the other babies in the house including the poodles. Come to think of it the teens were worse. So I must save for an area rug because I cant replace the carpet.
So I need to think of small things that will make a big difference. If anyone can recommend blogs to give me ideas I will just love you.