Notice new Barclays building at the Clyde; Glasgow saying 's with interpretation 's on side of Hilton Garden Hotel nr Sec ; Enjoy ! More journey 's soon
.... points to notice - from my journey Independent - dance car in Queen Street in city ; organisation for disabled and able bodied people often performed in Tramway , ( interesting website to check out );
Notice new Barclays building at the Clyde; Glasgow saying 's with interpretation 's on side of Hilton Garden Hotel nr Sec ; Enjoy ! More journey 's soon
“Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.”
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
“It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?”
― A. A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
Subject: Riding Lights Theatre Company — Theatre Gets Everywhere
Hello ; Mug - shots !
We are a friendly bunch but lets chat of what we drink out coffees ☕ from with others..... So,
No; we are not .mugs..but a snap - shot of you"re favourite mug be great !
Couple of years ago were were all together in the hall sharing social times using put new Eco - friendly recycled ♻️ Mug , many were taking it on holiday or days out , sending back photos to share often seeing who had taken it farthest.
In this past year or so we have been at home more than likely having coffees on our own or in zoom meetings. More than likely using pottery or china mugs perhaps thinking of the picture on it , where it came from, perhaps a holiday or was a gift or of a theatre production merchandise.
I invite you to consider sharing a little story of your favourite mug that you've been having your coffee from at home during this past while, perhaps be reminising of an event or places of interest ; you never know someone else may have had the same holiday destination or been to same visitor attractions , statley home or gardens.
A little story of something to share together with a photograph of your favourite Mug , uploaded here would be great
You can, if you wish have a little thumbnail shot of yourself too.
I have here a photograph's of a christian theatre company from York , ra mug from my collection, some may have heard of them but like all other companies and performers have been putting various things on - line ; information or productions.
If you click on the link you will see of up coming types of productions on line. My Mug - shot shows a Christmas production I saw them perform in a school in Inverness 1988.
Have an interesting time selecting your Mug - shot and ancidote to share !
Delta Flight #15, Sept 11, 2001
It is years since 9/11 and here is a wonderful story about that terrible day. Jerry Brown Delta Flight 15 ... (true story) Here is an amazing story from a flight attendant on Delta Flight 15, written following 9-11:
On the morning of Tuesday, September 11, we were about 5 hours out of Frankfurt, flying over the North Atlantic. All of a sudden the curtains parted and I was told to go to the cockpit, immediately, to see the captain. As soon as I got there I noticed that the crew had that "All Business" look on their faces.
The captain handed me a printed message. It was from Delta's main office in Atlanta and simply read, "All airways over the Continental United States are closed to commercial air traffic. Land ASAP at the nearest airport. Advise your destination."
No one said a word about what this could mean. We knew it was a serious situation and we needed to find terra firma quickly. The captain determined that the nearest airport was 400 miles behind us in Gander, Newfoundland.
He requested approval for a route change from the Canadian traffic controller and approval was granted immediately -- no questions asked. We found out later, of course, why there was no hesitation in approving our request.
While the flight crew prepared the airplane for landing, another message arrived from Atlanta telling us about some terrorist activity in the New York area. A few minutes later word came in about the hijackings.
We decided to LIE to the passengers while we were still in the air. We told them the plane had a simple instrument problem and that we needed to land at the nearest airport in Gander, Newfoundland, to have it checked out.
We promised to give more information after landing in Gander .... There was much grumbling among the passengers, but that's nothing new!
Forty minutes later, we landed in Gander . Local time at Gander was
12:30 PM! .... that's 11:00 AM EST. There were already about 20 other airplanes on the ground from all over the world that had taken this detour on their way to the U.S.
After we parked on the ramp, the captain made the following
announcement: "Ladies and gentlemen, you must be wondering if all these airplanes around us have the same instrument problem as we have.
The reality is that we are here for another reason." Then he went on to explain the little bit we knew about the situation in the U.S.
There were loud gasps and stares of disbelief. The captain informed passengers that Ground control in Gander told us to stay put.
The Canadian Government was in charge of our situation and no one was allowed to get off the aircraft. No one on the ground was allowed to come near any of the air crafts. Only airport police would come around periodically, look us over and go on to the next airplane. In the next hour or so more planes landed and Gander ended up with 53 airplanes from all over the world.
Meanwhile, bits of news started to come in over the aircraft radio and for the first time we learned that airplanes were flown into the World Trade Center in New York and into the Pentagon in DC. People were trying to use their cell phones, but were unable to connect due to a different cell system in Canada . Some did get through, but were only able to get to the Canadian operator who would tell them that the lines to the U.S. were either blocked or jammed.
Sometime in the evening the news filtered to us that the World Trade Center buildings had collapsed and that a fourth hijacking had resulted in a crash. By now the passengers were emotionally and physically exhausted, not to mention frightened, but everyone stayed amazingly calm. We had only to look out the window at the 52 other stranded aircraft to realize that we were not the only ones in this predicament.
We had been told earlier that they would be allowing people off the planes one plane at a time. At 6 PM, Gander airport told us that our turn to deplane would be 11 am the next morning. Passengers were not happy, but they simply resigned themselves to this news without much noise and started to prepare themselves to spend the night on the airplane.
Gander had promised us medical attention, if needed, water, and lavatory servicing. And they were true to their word. Fortunately we had no medical situations to worry about. We did have a young lady who was 33 weeks into her pregnancy. We took REALLY good care of her. The night passed without incident despite the uncomfortable sleeping arrangements.
About 10:30 on the morning of the 12th a convoy of school buses showed up. We got off the plane and were taken to the terminal where we went through Immigration and Customs and then had to register with the Red Cross.
After that we (the crew) were separated from the passengers and were taken in vans to a small hotel. We had no idea where our passengers were going. We learned from the Red Cross that the town of Gander has a population of 10,400 people and they had about 10,500 passengers to take care of from all the airplanes that were forced into Gander! We were told to just relax at the hotel and we would be contacted when the U.S. airports opened again, but not to expect that call for a while.
We found out the total scope of the terror back home only after getting to our hotel and turning on the TV, 24 hours after it all started.
Meanwhile, we had lots of time on our hands and found that the people of Gander were extremely friendly. They started calling us the “plane people." We enjoyed their hospitality, explored the town of Gander and ended up having a pretty good time.
Two days later, we got that call and were taken back to the Gander airport. Back on the plane, we were reunited with the passengers and found out what they had been doing for the past two days. What we found out was incredible.
Gander and all the surrounding communities (within about a 75 Kilometer radius) had closed all high schools, meeting halls, lodges, and any other large gathering places. They converted all these facilities to mass lodging areas for all the stranded travelers. Some had cots set up, some had mats with sleeping bags and pillows set up.
ALL the high school students were required to volunteer their time to take care of the "guests." Our 218 passengers ended up in a town called Lewis Porte, about 45 kilometers from Gander where they were put up in a high school. If any women wanted to be in a women-only facility, that was arranged. Families were kept together. All the elderly passengers were taken to private homes.
Remember that young pregnant lady? She was put up in a private home right across the street from a 24-hour Urgent Care facility. There was a dentist on call and both male and female nurses remained with the crowd for the duration.
Phone calls and e-mails to the U.S. and around the world were available to everyone once a day. During the day, passengers were offered "Excursion" trips. Some people went on boat cruises of the lakes and harbors. Some went for hikes in the local forests. Local bakeries stayed open to make fresh bread for the guests.
Food was prepared by all the residents and brought to the schools.
People were driven to restaurants of their choice and offered wonderful meals. Everyone was given tokens for local laundry mats to wash their clothes, since luggage was still on the aircraft. In other words, every single need was met for those stranded travelers.
Passengers were crying while telling us these stories. Finally, when they were told that U.S. airports had reopened, they were delivered to the airport right on time and without a single passenger missing or late. The local Red Cross had all the information about the whereabouts of each and every passenger and knew which plane they needed to be on and when all the planes were leaving. They coordinated everything beautifully.
It was absolutely incredible. When passengers came on board, it was like they had been on a cruise.
Everyone knew each other by name. They were swapping stories of their stay, impressing each other with who had the better time. Our flight back to Atlanta booked like a chartered party flight. The crew just stayed out of their way. It was mind-boggling. Passengers had totally bonded and were calling each other by their first names, exchanging phone numbers, addresses, and email addresses.
And then a very unusual thing happened.
One of our passengers approached me and asked if he could make an announcement over the PA system. We never, ever allow that. But this time was different. I said "of course" and handed him the mike He picked up the PA and reminded everyone about what they had just gone through in the last few days. He reminded them of the hospitality they had received at the hands of total strangers. He continued by saying that he would like to do something in return for the good folks of Lewis Porte.
"He said he was going to set up a Trust Fund under the name of DELTA 15
(our flight number). The purpose of the trust fund is to provide college scholarships for the high school students of Lewis Porte. He asked for donations of any amount from his fellow travelers. When the paper with donations got back to us with the amounts, names, phone numbers and addresses, the total was for more than $14,000!
"The gentleman, a MD from Virginia, promised to match the donations and to start the administrative work on the scholarship. He also said that he would forward this proposal to Delta Corporate and ask them to donate as well.
As I write this account, the trust fund is at more than $1.5 million and has assisted 134 students in college education.
"I just wanted to share this story because we need good stories right now. It gives me a little bit of hope to know that some people in a faraway place were kind to some strangers who literally dropped in on them.
It reminds me how much good there is in the world."
"In spite of all the rotten things we see going on in today's world this story confirms that there are still a lot of good people in the world and when things get bad, they will come forward.
*This is one of those stories that need to be shared. Please do so.
How well do you know your home??
It was a quiet Monday morning when the door bell jangled and I looked up from cleaning the lower glass shelving of the cake cabinet. It was Mr. Wilson, one of the managers from the Caledonian Railway Works across the road.
Dad and I exchanged a look. It was a rare event when Mr Wilson visited our shop.
“How’s life at the Caley?” Dad enquired.
“Fine Robert. Could I have twenty Capstan please?”
Dad walked towards the cigarettes and asked, “Is Andy off sick?
Andy was a thin, dark haired man in his forties. His job was to be the gofer for Mr Wilson and the management at the Caley, so he was a frequent visitor to our shop. We sometimes had difficulty understanding him as he had a speech impediment, but we had always found him to be very pleasant to deal with.
With annoyance in his voice Mr Wilson said, “Oh, don’t mention his name. I’m furious with him. I have just given him a rollicking for lying to me. I had to get out of the office for a while to cool off.”
Dad gave me a nod and I went through to the back shop and put on the kettle to make him a cup of tea, even though I was boiling with curiosity. Andy was reliable and trustworthy. He must must have done something really bad as I had never seen Mr. Wilson emanating so much anger before.
I delivered the mug to Mr Wilson and busied myself dealing with a couple of customers who arrived in the following minutes. Out the corner of my eye I noticed Mr. Wilson calming down thanks to the hot tea, a caramel wafer and my father’s cheery banter. To my astonishment he started to laugh, and the laughter turned into full throttle guffaws. I was glad when the shop was once again empty of customers because I had to know: What was going on?
Then it came out. I leaned on the counter beside my father as Mr. Wilson began to speak. “A couple of weeks ago Andy asked me for time off to go to a wedding. I checked my diary and said that the Friday he’d asked for would be fine. On Friday there I had to go into the British Rail head office at Buchanan Street. On passing by in my car I noticed a queue outside the Pavilion Theatre waiting for the matinee performance. And to my surprise, who did I see standing in the queue but the bold boy and his wife.”
We were interrupted at this startling revelation by another customer. Didn’t they have somewhere better to be? “Roberta, a Welma plain loaf and a pint of milk please.”
When we were alone again, Mr Wilson continued. “I was furious that he had made a fool of me.”
We were interrupted again. “Roberta, a half a stone of potatoes and some turnip.” I think it was the fastest I had ever weighed potatoes and served a customer.
Mr Wilson continued, “I couldn’t wait until this morning to speak to him. I called him in first thing and gave him a telling off. I was furious at the time, though now, looking back....”
Dad ventured, “What did he say? What was his excuse?”
Mr. Wilson carried on by saying that Andy was puzzled and insisted he had not lied.“Honest, Mr. Wilson I telt ye the truth. I wiz going tae a wadding. Honest, Mr. Wilson. A Wadding and his Wonderful WAMP!”
The next customer through the door was greeted by all three of us howling with laughter.
Dear All. I have heard from Jennifer Easson at The Prince and Princess of Wales Hospice today to say the online auction realised the sum of £14,145.
Thanks to all who contributed. Anne
Tiny scalloped heads of
virgin white, drooping
as if in mourning.
Why do they not look up?
To the wispy clouds
melting on strips of
The sun appears,
giving promise of
brighter days to come.
This is a poem from Alan at Preshal to the staff and just generally. I thought it was a lovely start to the year and worth sharing
I have asked Alan and he has given his permission.
Well where do I start?
It’s been nearly a year since we all met up, in the place they call Preshal where we all have our own cup.
Where we help and support those less fortunate than us, and pass on our skills, our knowledge and love.
The Preshal people are awesome that’s true, full of oldies and young ones and there’s some characters there too.
Some need the company, some need the food, some need the love and the friendship so good.
To you the staff, I want to say, you’re the best team in Britain both home and away.
You see we are not perfect but that doesn’t matter, we love the people, their ways and their patter.
We love to help others wherever we can and that sums up Preshal and you know it man 😂
So in this new year I wish you the best, to you and your family, and to all the rest, I pray for peace, health and happiness, joy and for fun, God bless each and everyone of you in 2021 🎉
Take care and stay safe from Alan, Karis, Megan and Samuel
The Giant Spiders’ Webs
I might have told you this before, in days gone by (these days of yore) That I live in a ground floor flat with space to store each coat and hat And I am very comfy, me, with central heating, lots of tea And coffee which (in my opinion) is much nicer! Like a minion……..
Y’know, those little naughty toys, the joy of girls and joy of boys, Which flit around, do dreadful things, like eating scrumptious little wings Which they pull off of flies and such ‘cos they enjoy them very much Which brings me to my point to-day, which I’ll now share, that’s if I may!
There are two dryers (ro-ta-ry), and with the snow the other day They now were coated in pure white, and as I gazed out with delight I saw within my daft old mind two spider’s webs……..a different kind Because they were so very large, some giant spiders were in charge!
Oh, they were really beautiful – the webs I mean, ‘cos as a rule I’m really not so very keen on those arachnids which I’ve seen……….. They scuttle here, they scuttle there, they scuttle right beneath my chair They even tangle with my wool! And that’s a “no no” as a rule!
But let’s get back into this plot, ‘cos this old daft bat hasn’t got A lot more time to spend with you……’cos other things I have to do Like ironing, washing up, and do some housework (poor old me, boo hoo!) So I am quickly writing out this po-yum which is all about
Those dryers (two) in this back green; more pretty than I’ve ever seen As they are covered now in snow and ice and make a lovely show…….. In my imagination I can see that they now house p’haps two or three New groups of spiders which, at night, when humans are all out of sight
And safe asleep within each bed, and daily worries they have shed To dream perhaps of pleasant things like flowers, birds upon their wings Which flit about the shrubs and trees searching for crumbs with which t’appease Their hunger, and feed their own brood in each wee nest, however crude
They be…………………..but there I go again! Back to the plot, and only then Can I indulge in coffee (hot - a huge great jar of which I’ve got…………….) So giant spiders, and their webs in this back garden of us plebs Though upside down, don’t think I’ve seen such webs so big and so serene
And, after all is said and done, we have got two, and not just one!..... And now my calculator, I’ve brought to my desk as I contrive To work out (or to calculate) how many steps – perhaps create A higher count than others, who indulge in this step-challenge too!
I know it’s just a bit of fun, but I would like to think I’d won! As with the other steps I’ve took* that all adds up, and in my book I’ve worked out – and I’ve been true – that’s five eight zero zero – woo!! That’s quite some score! More than I’d thought! Perhaps more than the ones you’ve got!
I don’t think that t’will be enough to win! I’m made of sterner stuff So will just go and fetch my wool and knit (which I do as a rule Each day) and with great pleasure stare out of my window at the glare Of those huge webs, which sit so bright and so so so so very white!
*poetic licence – I know correct grammar and the word, it should be “taken” but absurd The line would be! What rhymes with “taken”? Maybe it could be “forsaken” But, that word would not make sense – and it would be far too intense So I’ll just say “Ta ta!” from me…………………………….and go and make that cup of tea!!