Seligor’s Castle, fun for all the children of the world. : Over theRainbow

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Seligor’s Castle, fun for all the children of the world.


OVER THE RAINBOW

Among the tender poems about childhood that have touched the heartof the world none takes a dearer place than this, by the wonderful Eugene Field, on the toys of “Little Boy Blue.”


LITTLE BOY BLUE

The little toy dog is covered with dust, but sturdy and staunch he stands;

The little toy soldier is red with rust, and his musket moulds in his hands.

Time was when the little toy dog new, and the soldier was passing fair;

And that was the time when our Little Blue Blue kissed them and put them there.


“Now, don’t you go till I come,” he said, “And don’t you make any noise!”

So, toddling off to his trundle-bed, he dreamt of his pretty toys.

And as he was dreaming an angel song awakened our Little Boy Blue;

Oh, the years are many, the years are long, but the little toy friends are true!

Aye, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand, each in the same old place.

Awaiting the touch of a little hand, the smile of a little face;

And they wonder, as waiting the long years through in the dust of that little chair,

What has become of our Little Boy Blue since he kissed them and put them there.,




I actually copied the poem from my Arthur Mee Children’s Encyclopedia of 1933, at if you ever have the chance to buy one of these sets, there are ten in all, do buy it although all the inventions etc are very old, the poetry, verse and Nursey Rhymes will make it worth every penny for your children and your childrens children.


The insert of the poem was collected by Gutenberg, another fantastic website for finding poetry etc

I borrowed this from Gutenberg which is a free library.


The Project Gutenberg EBook of Eugene Field, A Study In Heredity And Contradictions, by Slason Thompson

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Diddily Dee Dot’s Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Cydney’s Castle

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Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Cydney's Castle.

THE KNIGHTS OF CAMELOT.

I wonder if this old gentleman was ever a knight at

King Arthur’s Round Table in Camelot.
An Ancient Knight

Sir Nicketty Nox

Sir Nicketty Nox was an ancient knight,
So old was he that he’d lost his sight.
Blind as a mole, and slim as a fox,
And dry as a stick was Sir Nicketty Nox.

His sword and buckler were old and cracked,
So was his charger and that’s a fact.
Thin as a rake from head to hocks,
Was this rickety Nag of Sir Nicketty Nox.

A wife he had and daughters three,
And all were as old as old could be.
They mended the shirts and darned the socks
Of that old Antiquity, Nicketty Nox.

Sir Nicketty Nox would fly in a rage
If anyone tried to guess his age.
He’d mouth and mutter and tear his locks,
This very pernickety Nicketty Nox.
I like the similarity with Fox in Sock’s from Dr. Seuss (SEE VIDEO BELOW)
But course, this short but lovely poem was written by Hugh Chesterman, who was a wonderful children’s author. He was born in 1884 and died during the years of ww2. but as this would have made him 56 when ww2 broke out I am not sure if he was killed in action. He published many poems during the 1920s and 30s. He wrote books as well as poems, as well as producing a children’s magazine called the Merry Go Round, published in Oxford with his great friend Basil Blackwell.
He lived in Islip, Oxfordshire, UK, and was married to Sylvia, they had two daughters – Jenifer (Brown) and Elizabeth (Swinnerton). He is now survived by his grand-children and great grand children.

Dr Dodiddily and the Dee-Dot’s : Korean South

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Dr Dodiddily and the Dee-Dot's : Korean South.

DOT [DIDDILYDEEDOT] AND PETER [HUSBAND]

VISITED South Korea on the 4th Oof OCTOBER 2011.

We were there for 3 weeks and we had the most fabulous time you could possibly imagine. I am still finding it hard not to cry about what we left behind us.

The people first and foremost, so warm, so wonderful, helpful and full of living.

The landscape, how can I describe it, breath-taking is too small a word. In many ways it is a lot like my Welsh homeland, with Mountains and Rivers, small villages way out in the wild, yet my Wales doesn’t have at the center of each mountain cluster a city or two, skyscraper apartments growing upwards from the road.

The Metro, huge markets, railways and elevators stretching downwards beneath and running for miles within the totally enclosed area of shall we say Busan or Gwangu, Pohang or Gyeongju. Amazing feats of architecture and design.

Bridges that stretch from island to island, Tunnels that travel through mountain ranges for miles, more tunnels under link land under the waves, beneath the sea. Incredible.

Cable cars that reach for miles to the top of the mountains to aid the aged and hundreds, no thousands of hikers that want to reach the pinnacle of this great country.

That’s it for this page, soon, well as soon as I can get all the pictures I need to work alongside our memories I shall be making a special Holiday blog and sending it to all over everywhere 🙂

Have you ever travelled from the road side down into a huge market underground in a glass sided lift designed for the ancients and mums with little ones. They are every 100 or so meters along the roadside of every large street in each and every city/town/province in South Korea.

My one huge sadness is that whilst travelling from the East to the West side, from Busan to Jindo Island, Mokpo to Gwangu, Gyeongju and back to Busan and Gimhae Airport and then back up to Gimpo, Incheon, Paris and Manchester, was that I never had a cup of tea, (don’t ask, in a tea reknown for its tea there was “Nay PG Tips” ) Hot chocolate became the drink of the day, but then after the 15 hours of travelling by plane we eventually reached the Welsh border and home to Pontybodkyn and a Mug of PG Tips made with Welsh Water, oh but you better believe it, it was well worth the wait, sheer nectar xxx .

P.S. It wasn’t all paradise, oh no!!!! Food, Food, what is this food…. believe me finding something that looked edible without it moving was very difficult and wereas in the Seoul Area etc. you have many Western, Chinese, Japanese, even Italian but not down the bottom end of South Korea, its fish, shell, fish, eels, crabs and most of them wandering round in a huge tank. I think we managed 7 meals altogether in the three weeks we were there and two of them I made myself.

It was FANTASTIC. WE LOVED EVERY SINGLE MINUTE AND INTEND TO RETURN AS SOON AS WE HAVE SAVED ENOUGH PENNIES (an awful lot of them.) WE LOVE YOU SOUTH KOREA. ♥

Korean series Lawyers of Korea Korean drama in streaming and download with english subtitles

Diddily Dee Dot’s Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Scrap Court

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Diddily Dee Dot’s Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Scrap Court.

Diddily Dee Dot’s Dreamland

HERE IS A LITTLE QUIZ JUST FOR YOU

 

Bo Peep

Does anyone remember what Little Bo Peep Lost ?

 

 

A.     Her Handbag.

B.     Her Crook.

C.     Her Sheep.

D.     Her way home.

 

What was the name of the little girl whose lamb followed her to school”?

Little lamb  A.     Joanna.

   B.     Dorothy.

C.     Mary.

         D.   Gwendoline

Pat a Cake

 

 

“What letter did the Baker’s Man mark the cake with ?” Tommy asked.

1.  B     2.   P   3.   T    4.   D

 

 

Polly put the kettle on

 

“If Polly put the kettle ON,

 who took the kettle OFF ?”

 

A.    Sukey      B.   Sarah   C.   Sally     D.   Susan

*    *    *

All these rhymes are the Mother Goose version

More soon, bed time for Diddily, tired – yawn, yawn, yawn,

Seligor’s Castle, fun for all the children of the world. : The Young Ones

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Seligor’s Castle, fun for all the children of the world. : The Young Ones.

SELIGOR’S CASTLE – THE YOUNG ONES

Flowers of Poetry – for young persons.

by Ann Taylor (30 January 1782 – 20 December 1866)

TO A DAISY

Little flower with starry brow, Slumbering in thy bed of snow;
Or with lightly tinged ray, Winter gone and storms away,
Peeping from thy couch of green With modest head and simple mien;
How I love to see thee lie, In thy low serenity,
Basking in the gladsome beam; Or, beside some murmuring stream
Gently bowing from thy nest, Greet the water’s silver breast.
Or ‘mid fissure of the rock, Hidden from the tempest’s shock,
Vie with snowy lily’s bell— Queen and fairy of the dell.
Thee nor wind nor storm can tear From thy lonely mountain lair;
Nor the sleety, sweeping rain Root thee from thy native plain.
Winter’s cold, nor summer’s heat, Blights thee in thy snug retreat;

Chill’d by snow or scorch’d by flame, Thou for ever art the same.
Type of truth, and emblem fair Of virtue struggling through despair,—
Close may sorrows hem it round, Troubles bend it to the ground,
Yet the soul within is calm, Dreads no anguish, fears no harm;
Conscious that the Hand which tries All its latent energies,
Can, with more than equal power, Bear it through temptation’s hour,
Still the conflict, soothe its sighs, And plant it ‘neath congenial skies.

Although this poem is “For the young ones” I think it will need an older child or adult to recite it.     I also think this picture of Ann Gilbert nee Taylor is beautiful.