A joyous little example of sharing of the Love of the Lord! :-)
Dammit, I knew I was born out of my own time, and now I read, in the frequently fascinating journal of Cavalorn, of the wondrous woman that I should have married - the blessed Favell Lee Mortimer, a true lover of the cross and no mistake :-)
In her inspirational Victorian text "The Peep Of Day", designed for tiny lovers of crucified hippies everywhere, the very lovely Favell notes:-
"God has covered your bones with flesh. Your flesh is soft and warm.
In your flesh there is blood. God has put skin outside, and it covers your flesh and blood like a coat... How kind of God it was to give you a body! I hope that your body will not get hurt.... Will your bones break? -- Yes, they would, if you were to fall down from a high place, or if a cart were to go over them....
How easy it would be to hurt your poor little body!
If it were to fall into the fire, it would be burned up. If a great knife were run through your body, the blood would come out. If a great box were to fall on your head, your head would be crushed. If you were to fall out of the window, your neck would be broken. If you were not to eat some food for a few days, your little body would be very sick, your breath would stop, and you would grow cold, and you would soon be dead."
Bliss - and there's more! Ideal for comforting infant classes everywhere, I am sure you will agree, and thank you, Cavalorn...
And yet, following his inspired link, what do I find but more joy and enlightenment, and JUST RIGHT for my shiny new class of 9-10 yr olds next year - a detailed Victorian guide to our European enemies - whoops, partners - entitled 'The Clumsiest People in Europe'
Cavalorn noted, with seeming disbelief, that
"..it's still in fucking print"
Not only is it still in fucking print, but I now have it on fucking priority order - imagine my delight, with a new class of 9-10 yr. olds, and the somewhat jaded topic of "The Victorians" to play with. Yet again.
So feel my teecha-type joy, knowing that I can share with my new charges such helpful insights as:-
"The Irish "are very kind and good-natured when pleased, but if affronted, are filled with rage." In Italy, "the people are ignorant and wicked." In southern Sweden, "the cottages are uncomfortable."
Things were far, far worse in Asia and Africa. Take China, where "it is a common thing to stumble over the bodies of dead babies in the streets." Or Hindostan, where the women spend most of their time "in idleness, sauntering about and chattering nonsense." Or Abyssinia, where "one mother, who loved her children very much, punished her little girl for stealing honey, by burning the skin off her hands and lips.""
I cant wait to hear about Africans....
Shamelessly stealing his link, may I suggest your head in the goodly direction of...
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4698196
I shall place this valuable text proudly next to the Bible and Mrs Beeton on the relevant display, and as far away from the Nature Table (class altar - whoops) as is humanly possible, but a little daily visit to it's blissful pages sounds all too likely.
As dear Special Needs Dwarf would say, "hallay-loooojah, innit!!
Preest
In her inspirational Victorian text "The Peep Of Day", designed for tiny lovers of crucified hippies everywhere, the very lovely Favell notes:-
"God has covered your bones with flesh. Your flesh is soft and warm.
In your flesh there is blood. God has put skin outside, and it covers your flesh and blood like a coat... How kind of God it was to give you a body! I hope that your body will not get hurt.... Will your bones break? -- Yes, they would, if you were to fall down from a high place, or if a cart were to go over them....
How easy it would be to hurt your poor little body!
If it were to fall into the fire, it would be burned up. If a great knife were run through your body, the blood would come out. If a great box were to fall on your head, your head would be crushed. If you were to fall out of the window, your neck would be broken. If you were not to eat some food for a few days, your little body would be very sick, your breath would stop, and you would grow cold, and you would soon be dead."
Bliss - and there's more! Ideal for comforting infant classes everywhere, I am sure you will agree, and thank you, Cavalorn...
And yet, following his inspired link, what do I find but more joy and enlightenment, and JUST RIGHT for my shiny new class of 9-10 yr olds next year - a detailed Victorian guide to our European enemies - whoops, partners - entitled 'The Clumsiest People in Europe'
Cavalorn noted, with seeming disbelief, that
"..it's still in fucking print"
Not only is it still in fucking print, but I now have it on fucking priority order - imagine my delight, with a new class of 9-10 yr. olds, and the somewhat jaded topic of "The Victorians" to play with. Yet again.
So feel my teecha-type joy, knowing that I can share with my new charges such helpful insights as:-
"The Irish "are very kind and good-natured when pleased, but if affronted, are filled with rage." In Italy, "the people are ignorant and wicked." In southern Sweden, "the cottages are uncomfortable."
Things were far, far worse in Asia and Africa. Take China, where "it is a common thing to stumble over the bodies of dead babies in the streets." Or Hindostan, where the women spend most of their time "in idleness, sauntering about and chattering nonsense." Or Abyssinia, where "one mother, who loved her children very much, punished her little girl for stealing honey, by burning the skin off her hands and lips.""
I cant wait to hear about Africans....
Shamelessly stealing his link, may I suggest your head in the goodly direction of...
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4698196
I shall place this valuable text proudly next to the Bible and Mrs Beeton on the relevant display, and as far away from the Nature Table (class altar - whoops) as is humanly possible, but a little daily visit to it's blissful pages sounds all too likely.
As dear Special Needs Dwarf would say, "hallay-loooojah, innit!!
Preest