Afghan adventures #9 ~ Mary Smith

Reblogged from Mary Smith’s Place:

One night, only minutes after I’d turned off my lamp, the usual silence was shattered by the sound of firing. This wasn’t the normal reminder from Hisb-i-Islami on their mountain, to which we had long since become accustomed. This was very much louder and uncomfortably close to home. For a brief moment I considered it might be to announce the birth of a son – proud fathers were often given to firing off volleys from their Kalashnikovs on such occasions. The sound of rockets, seemingly directly overhead soon put paid to the idea that this was a celebration.

In the dark I groped for my glasses, wrapped my chaddar securely about me, then, feeling my preparations for any eventuality were somewhat inadequate, but not knowing what else to do, I crouched on the mattress. I expected Hussain to appear to reassure me, to tell me what was going on – but he didn’t appear. And I was certainly not going looking for him. After what seemed like hours everything went quiet. In the sudden silence I could hear my heart thudding – a phenomenon I’d never experienced before.

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The Perfect Spot ~ Iain Kelly #writephoto

It was her perfect spot. She had to be patient, let the sun come round to the right place so that it shined right through the branches. Then ‘click’, she would snap the picture. The light was always just right, no matter what the conditions. She did it everyday for years. It helped her, calmed her, sheltered her from the chaos of the world.

Then one day the diggers arrived. They tore down the woods. The trees vanished, concrete replaced the forest floor. Buildings sprung up. She stood in the same spot. The sun was hidden behind the new shopping centre. The noise of the world entered her head. She had no protection from it.

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Guest author: Robbie Cheadle ~ Charlotte Brontë

Background

Charlotte was the third and middle daughter born to Patrick and Maria Branwell Brontë. She had two older sisters, Maria and Elizabeth, who both died as children from tuberculosis, and two younger sisters, Emily and Anne. She also had a younger brother, Branwell. Subsequent to their mother’s death from uterine cancer, Charlotte and her young siblings were brought up in Haworth, Yorkshire, by their father, Patrick, and their aunt, Elizabeth Branwell.

Maria, Elizabeth, Charlotte and Emily all attended Clergy Daughters’ School at Cowan Bridge in Lancashire during 1824. The fees were low, the food of a poor quality and the discipline harsh and often unfair. It was reported that the food provided by the school was generally poorly cooked and unhealthy, and the cook was “careless, dirty, and wasteful”.

Lowood Institution, the school which features in Charlotte’s famous novel, Jane Eyre, is said to have been based on Charlotte’s recollections of Cowan Bridge School.

Maria and Elizabeth both sickened during their time spent at this school and were effectively sent home to die in June 1825.  They died within six weeks of each other at the ages of eleven and ten years old, respectively. After the deaths of his two oldest children, Patrick removed Charlotte and Emily from the school and the remaining four siblings were all home schooled for five years.

In 1831, Charlotte attended Roe Head School in Mirfield, West Yorkshire, and this is where she met her lifelong friends, Ellen Nussey and Mary Taylor. Charlotte returned home a year later to teach her sisters, but she returned to the school as a teacher in 1835. Charlotte did not enjoy teaching and her health declined and she succumbed to depression during her time at Roe Head School. She eventually left her position at the school in 1838 and returned home.

During the period 1839 to 1841, Charlotte worked as a governess to families in Yorkshire. She did not enjoy this work either, claiming that her employers treated her as a slave and constantly humiliated her.

In February 1842, Charlotte and Emily attended a finishing school in Brussels in order to improve their qualifications in French and learn some German. Their goal, together with Anne, was to open their own boarding school. It was at this school that Charlotte met Constantin Héger, an unusually devoted teacher with a brilliant and unusual mind. Charlotte and Emily returned to Haworth after the death of their Aunt Branwell in October 1842, but Charlotte returned to Brussels on her own, in January 1843, to take up a teaching post at the school. Charlotte was homesick and became overly devoted to Constantin Héger, who is believed to have been the subject of her first book, The Professor, which was rejected by publishers and only published after her death. Constantin’s wife is said to have become jealous of her and Charlotte decided to return home to Haworth in January 1844.

During the course of 1844, the three Bronte sisters attempted to open a boarding school in their home. Their efforts did not attract any pupils and the project was abandoned in October.

In May 1846, Charlotte, Emily and Anne self-financed the publication of a joint collection of poems under the assumed names of Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell. They used these pseudonyms to veil their sex as female writers were regarded with disdain by Victorian society at that time. This book was not a success and they only sold two copies.

Despite the rejection by publishers of her book, The Professor, and the failure of the poetry book, Charlotte went on to write, and successfully publish, Jane Eyre in September 1847. In 1848, Charlotte started writing her second novel, Shirley. It was during the writing of this novel that she suffered the losses of her brother, Branwell, and both her sisters, Emily and Anne, all from respiratory diseases. Shirley was published in October 1849.

Charlotte’s last novel, Villette, was published in 1853, soon after her marriage to Arthur Bell Nicholls, her father’s curate. Charlotte became pregnant soon after her wedding and died, together with her unborn child, on 31 March 1855, at the age of thirty-nine. She is believed to have died from dehydration and malnourishment due to vomiting caused by severe morning sickness or hyperemesis gravidarum.

Interesting information about Charlotte and her siblings

Tiny books

The Bronte siblings used to produce tiny books which were no bigger than matchboxes and were packed with stories and advertisements written in tiny writing. They stitched the books together using printed scrap paper and leaves. These tiny manuscripts were produced through their teenage years and into their twenties. They found miniaturization to be amusing and suggestive and like the idea of being giants carrying around these tiny pieces of literature.

One of the surviving tiny books created by Charlotte Brontë

Tiny person

Charlotte was a very tiny person. Her estimated height was approximately four foot seven and her clothes that are displayed at the Brontë Parsonage Museum, including shoes, corsets, gloves and dresses, would fit a modern child. She was self-conscious about her height and her looks in general, thinking of herself as being very plain. Charlotte also rarely smiled because her teeth were bad and many of them were missing.

A dress Charlotte bought for her honeymoon

Charlotte wrote to her friend Ellen Nussey in October 1849, two years after Jane Eyre was published, saying: “I find I really must go to Mr Atkinson the dentist [in Leeds] and ask him if he can do anything for my teeth.”

Her bad teeth were one of the first things Elizabeth Gaskell noticed about Charlotte. In a letter after they first met, Gaskell gave a less than flattering description of her friend: “a reddish face, large mouth and many teeth gone; altogether plain.”

Charlotte’s boots


To find out more about the Brontë family, click HERE to read a review by Olga Nunez Miret of The Mother of the Brontës: When Maria Met Patrick by Sharon Wright (@penswordbooks) Highly recommended to Brontës fans and to early XIX century historians.

“They were from different lands, different classes, different worlds almost.

The chances of Cornish gentlewoman Maria Branwell even meeting the poor Irish curate Patrick Brontë in Regency England, let alone falling passionately in love, were remote.

Yet Maria and Patrick did meet, making a life together as devoted lovers and doting parents in the heartland of the industrial revolution.”


About the author

Robbie, short for Roberta, is an author with five published children’s picture books in the Sir Chocolate books series for children aged 2 to 9 years old (co-authored with her son, Michael Cheadle), one published middle grade book in the Silly Willy series and one published preteen/young adult fictionalised biography about her mother’s life as a young girl growing up in an English town in Suffolk during World War II called While the Bombs Fell (co-authored with her mother, Elsie Hancy Eaton).

All of Robbie’s children’s book are written under Robbie Cheadle and are published by TSL Publications. Robbie has recently branched into adult horror and supernatural writing and, in order to clearly differentiate her children’s books from her adult writing, these will be published under Roberta Eaton Cheadle. Robbie has two short stories in the horror/supernatural genre included in Dark Visions, a collection of 34 short stories by 27 different authors and edited by award winning author, Dan Alatorre. These short stories are published under Robbie Cheadle.


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Books by Roberta Eaton Cheadle

NEVERGATE draft 1Through the Nethergate

Roberta Eaton Cheadle

Margaret, a girl born with second sight, has the unique ability to bring ghosts trapped between Heaven and Hell back to life. When her parents die suddenly, she goes to live with her beloved grandfather, but the cellar of her grandfather’s ancient inn is haunted by an evil spirit of its own. In the town of Bungay, a black dog wanders the streets, enslaving the ghosts of those who have died unnatural deaths. When Margaret arrives, these phantoms congregate at the inn, hoping she can free them from the clutches of Hugh Bigod, the 12th century ghost who has drawn them away from Heaven’s White Light in his canine guise. With the help of her grandfather and the spirits she has befriended, Margaret sets out to defeat Hugh Bigod, only to discover he wants to use her for his own ends – to take over Hell itself.

Purchase links

It is available from Lulu.com here: Lulu.com

It is also available from TSL Publications as a soft copy book here: TSL Publications


While the Bombs Fell

TSL Publications     Lulu

What was it like for children growing up in rural Suffolk during World War 2?

Elsie and her family live in a small double-storey cottage in Bungay, Suffolk. Every night she lies awake listening anxiously for the sound of the German bomber planes. Often they come and the air raid siren sounds signalling that the family must leave their beds and venture out to the air raid shelter in the garden.

Despite the war raging across the English channel, daily life continues with its highlights, such as Christmas and the traditional Boxing Day fox hunt, and its wary moments when Elsie learns the stories of Jack Frost and the ghostly and terrifying Black Shuck that haunts the coastline and countryside of East Anglia.

Includes some authentic World War 2 recipes.


Robbie also writes as Robbie  Cheadle

Robbie’s Inspiration Blog      Goodreads    Facebook    YouTube

Amazon author page   Twitter: @bakeandwrite


Books by Robbie and Michael Cheadle

The Sir Chocolate books are a delightful marriage of story, verse and cookery

… a perfect recipe for sharing with children.  Silly Willy goes to Cape Town tells the adventures of two very different brothers…and includes five party cake ideas.

You can purchase the Sir Chocolate books from:

Amazon  Lulu.com    TSL Books

or you can buy them in South Africa directly from the authors by emailing Robbie Cheadle at sirchoc@outlook.com.


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Divide and be Conquered ~ Steve Tanham

It’s a funny thing, division – its principles apply to many aspects of our lives. We can cut something up, but its original ‘wholeness’ persists in ways we may never have considered.

Wholeness as a concept is worth some thought. Can we step back and consider why we think something is whole? Is it simply that ‘it works’ – in the way that a car works because all the pieces are in the correct working order and create a functioning machine?

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Landscape

First in this week…

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Picture by Sue Vincent

To enjoy the landscape divine,
Come here in winter,
Forest and mountains,
Trees, and snow,
All light up with sun light.
My feet are freezing,
Frozen in cold I still cherish these moments.

With love❤

This is a response to the #writephoto : lightcurated over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

Feature Image Courtesy: Sue Vincent
© Anjali Sharma, Positive Side Of The Coin

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Thursday photo prompt: Light #writephoto

#writephoto

Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt. You can find all last week’s entries in the weekly round-up, which was published earlier today.

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 27th November and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up.  There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family-friendly.

**Please note that many people on WordPress are having problems with pingbacks not getting through. They do need to be approved manually before they show on the post here, but to be sure,  please also leave a comment on this post, linking back to your response to the prompt so that I know you have posted. **

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a woodland scene with a dusting of snow and the sun, rising as a rayed orb through the boughs of a tree.

All posts will be featured in the round-up on Thursday, November 28th at 10am GMT, linking back to the original posts of contributors.

Throughout the week I will feature as many of the responses here on the Daily Echo as space allows and (more or less) in the order in which they come in. Please be aware that I tend to schedule reblogs in advance and these spaces fill quickly so an early submission is more likely to get reblogged.

Please link your post to this by creating a pingback. If you are unsure of how to create a pingback, Hugh has an excellent tutorial here.

Feel free to use #writephoto logo or include the prompt photo in your post if you wish or you can replace it with one of your own to illustrate your work. Don’t forget to use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found.

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Come and introduce yourself!

An open invitation to writephoto contributors…

As there are usually too many contributions to reblog all of them every week, and so that we can get to know their writers, I would like to invite all writephoto regulars to come and introduce themselves on the blog as my guest! ‘Regulars’ does not mean you have to take part every week… Click here for details

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Photo prompt round-up: Glass #writephoto

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Beauty’s siren-song

Filling the soul with wonder

A home for the heart

Reflected serenity

Defying the changing tides

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The photo for this week’s prompt was taken on the Isle of Harris, in the Outer Hebrides earlier this year, on the shore of one of the most beautiful bays I have ever seen.

I wrote about the whole trip in some detail, from the weirdness after leaving our companions in Scotland, to our adventures on Skye, Lewis and Harris, the stones of Callanish, right through to the eventful journey home.

All in all, it was a very strange and magical journey.

(To read about the journey, type  ‘Dreaming Stones’ into the search bar.)

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My apologies for the late and sparse comments this week… between the car and the other stuff going on around here this week, things have been a tad hectic.

Thank you so much to everyone who took part this week and to everyone who reblogged the prompt, round up and the individual responses! A new prompt will be published later today. As always, I will reblog as many contributions as space and time allows as they come in… and all of them will be featured in the round-up next Thursday.

All the posts are listed below, so please click on the links below to read them and leave a comment for the author!

Pingbacks do not always come through… if you have written a post for this challenge and it does not appear in the round-up, please leave a link to your post in the comments and I will add it to the list.

An invitation to writephoto writers…

As there are usually too many contributions to reblog all of them every week, and so that we can get to know their writers, I would like to invite all writephoto writers to come and introduce themselves on the blog as my guest! Click here for details.

Come and join in!

Many thanks to this week’s contributors:

Kittysverses

Hayley R. Hardman at The Story Files

Eluminora Creations

Rebecca Cutler at Beckie’s Mental Mess

Lady Lee Manila

Deborah at A Wise Woman’s Journey

Reena Saxena

Geoff Le Pard at TanGental

Anita from Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie

Christine Bolton at Poetry for Healing

Goff James at Art, Photography and Poetry

Neel Anil Panicker

Jen Goldie at Starlight and Moonbeams

Neha at Forgotten Meadows

Cheryl at The Bag Lady

Sadje at Keep it Alive

Teresa Smeigh at Tessa can do it

Jane Dougherty Writes

Na’ama Yehuda

Di at pensitivity101

Honoré Dupuis at Of Glass and Paper

Trent P. McDonald at Trent’s World

Anjali Sharma at Positive Side Of The Coin

Willow Willers at willowdot21

Rosemary Carlson, Writer

Iain Kelly

Kathy Lauren Miller at A View to a Book

Jim Adams at A Unique Title for Me

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Notes from a Small Dog: Stuck

I am offended.

I was always told it wasn’t nice to laugh at another’s misfortune. ‘Specially when they are s’pposed to be your best friend.

I always knew my two-legs needed more training.

Anyway, I’ll tell you about it and you can make your own mind up.

We woke up this morning to a frozen world. Everything was white and even the muddy lawn was crispy. She stood shivering on the doorstep while I went out to explore, but as it was still dark, I didn’t keep her there too long.

By the time I’d had my breakfast, though, the sun was just starting to come up and the sky was all pretty and pink. I thought she would like to stand at the door with me… but no, she just opened it and went in again to put another jumper on.

I do find that a bit confusing… You two-legses seem to spend a lot of time shaving your fur off, then complain when you get cold…

But anyway, back to my story.

I’d done my morning patrol around the garden and, as I’d just had breakfast, I thought I should have a nice drink of water.

Now, I always have water inside, where she keeps my bowls, but she also leaves me a big bowl of water just outside the big window-door, so I can have a drink wherever I am. And I like that water better… don’t know why, I just do.

So I stuck out my tongue for really good drink… and the water bit me!

Not just that… it was hard and my tongue stuck to it!

I looked in through the window a her… sort of hoping she’d come and rescue me. She had already seen what was happening and was laughing fit to burst!

I ask you, is that nice?

I’m just glad the camera thingy wasn’t anywhere close by… else it would probably have taken her even longer to come to my aid. Mind you, I’d unstuck by then and tapped the water with my paw to see what was going on.

“You daft dog, it’s only ice,” says she. Only ice? Isn’t it her duty to sort it out before it attacks me?

I had another couple of licks, and sure enough, it was just ice… though I have to say, it doesn’t taste as nice without the cream bit.

“It’s winter,” says she. Well, you know, I had noticed that…

“Never mind, girlie,” she says as she’s thawing out my bowl, ” you might have snow soon.”

That’s the one good thing I have to say about her… she always sees the bright side.  But then she tells me she’s had snow already!

Honest, how mean can you get?

So, I may just ignore her for a bit.

Unless she brings home anything nice to eat.

Much love,

Ani xxx

P.S. Don’t forget to send me your
letters to Santa for my Advent Calendar!


Ani, the inimitable Small Dog, told of the trials of training her two-legs in ‘Notes from a Small Dog: Four Legs on Two‘. Their poetic adventures continued in ‘Laughter Lines: Life from the Tail End’. You can read Robbie Cheadle’s review of Doggerel HERE.

 

Doggerel: Life with the Small Dog

Available now in paperback and for Kindle

via Amazon UK, Amazon.com, Amazon.de and Amazon.fr

In her latest collection of poems, their daily life together takes centre stage. From the perfidy of humans who insist on bathing dogs, to the unpunctuality of writers at mealtimes, the relationship between two legs and four is explored in verse.

The Small Dog reveals her continuing fascination with chicken, tennis balls and the compulsion to re-write Shakespeare, while exposing her two legs’ misdemeanours to the world.

 

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Glass ~ Anita Dawes #writephoto

Am I safe in the arms of Morpheus?

Do I lie on soft comforts, my body warm?

My mind drifting through a strange theatre of dreams

Each story broken with no ending

Now I drift beneath the glass lake

Continue reading at Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie

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Dog-walking #midnighthaiku

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Sub-zero mornings

Fingers freeze as the dog plays

Snow would be warmer

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