Cherished Poems by @KatyWalters07

I took these poems from a very old book of poetry published in 1891. It is a favorite book for me as it was given to me by my late great uncle. He read them to me of an evening as we sat by an open coal fire.

I am sure my love of literature & poetry was born through him.  He always said he would leave the book to me, and on his sad passing, I received the cherished poems. Some of the poets included in the book do date further back than the nineteenth century.

Book Title: The Thousand Best Poems

Selected and arranged by E. W. Cole.

Publishers: London – Hutchinson & Co. Ltd. Paternoster Row, Melbourne: Coles Book Arcade

The Little Darling’s Shoe

There is a sacred secret place,

Baptized by tears and sighs,

Where little half-worn shoes are kept,

From cold unfeeling eyes.

They have no meaning, save to her

Whose darling’s feet have strayed

Far from the sacred folds of love,

Where late in joy they played.

The impress of a little foot,

How can it be so dear!

How can a little half-worn shoe

Call forth a sigh or tear!

‘Tis more than dear,’ tis eloquent

Of grace and beauty fled;

It waits the sound of little feet –

Sweet sound forever fled.

It whispers to the mother’s ear

A tail of fondest love;

It tells that the little feet –

Now tread the fields above.

Oft has she bathed it with her tears,

Oft kiss’d it o’er and o’er;

If it were filled with costliest gems,

She could not love it more.

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My Bud in Heaven

One bud the Gardener gave me,

A fair and only child,

He gave it to my keeping,

To cherish undefiled;

It lay upon my bosom,

It was my hope, my pride;

Perhaps it was an idol

Which I must be denied.

For just as it was opening,

In glory to the day,

Came down the heavenly Gardener

And took the bud away.

Yet in wrath He took it,

A smile was on His face;

And tenderly and kindly

He bore it from its place.

Fear not, methought He whispered,

Thy bud will be restored,

I take it but plant it

In the garden of my Lord.

Then bid me not to sorrow.

As those who hopeless weep,

For He who gave hath taken,

And He who took can keep.

And night and morn together,

By the open gate of prayer,

I’ll go unto my darling,

And sit beside him there

I know ‘twill open for me,

Poor sinner ‘tho, I be,

For His dear sake who keeps it

And keeps my bud for me.

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Luscious Mouth-Watering Doughnuts by @KatyWalters07

Doughnuts are always a delicious treat.

doughnuts

The doughnut’s history stems from the cookbook Kuchenmeisterei (Mastery of the Kitchen). This recipe was published in 1485, and Wikipedia explains it was originally a recipe for sugar-free, stuffed, fried dough cakes. However, in the recipe offered here, there is also the addition of sugar and honey or maple syrup.

Dutch settlers brought oykoek (oily cake) to New York. These are very much like the later doughnuts but without the rounded shape.

In England, a recipe for fried dough ‘Nuts’ was published in 1750 entitled How to make Hertfordshire Cakes.

The wife of Baron Thomas Dimsdale also wrote of these famous ‘Nuts’ around 1800. However, the recipe given to the dowager baroness by a friend or acquaintance was entitled ‘dow nuts.’

The first cookbook using the conventional spelling was around 1803.

One of the earliest mentions of ‘doughnut’ was in Washington Irving’s 1809 book A History of New York.

For your information and possibly further interest, this fascinating history was found in Wikipedia – Doughnut Origins.

Happy reading and happy eating.

Luscious Munchy Doughnuts

Preparation Time – 24 minutes

Cook: 12 – 14 mins

Amount. 12

Ingredients:
  • 600 grams plain flour
  • 2 teaspoons baking powder
  • 1 teaspoon of baking soda
  • 200 grams white sugar
  • 1 tablespoon of maple syrup
  • 1 tablespoon of plain milk with a dash of white vinegar
  • 3 eggs
Directions:
  • Mix together dry ingredients. Then mix in the wet ingredients.
  • Place small mounds or sausage shapes of the mixture on a lightly greased baking tin.
  • Bring oven to 200 degrees C (400 degrees F).
  • Bake for approximately 12 minutes.
  • If you wish, use some chocolate icing on the top of the doughnuts.

ENJOY.

The idea for this recipe came from ‘All Recipes.’

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No Requiem, a #poem by @KatyWalters07

No Requiem

A Newhaven Fishwife By Alexander Ignatius Roche – oil on canvas, Public Domain

No Requiem

Moonstone mounds of herring,

Quiver,

Torn from the belly

Of the Sea Mother.

Her baldy rolling, groaning,

Bleeds,

Foam fingers clawing,

Plead.

 

The herring girl,

Slits the guts.

Fish eyes pale,

Beseech,

Steel flick of entrails –

Fish eyes flat.

No requiem for them.

 

The stench of fish, her breath.

Beauty weathered.

Bright eyes tired –

Girl’s eyes flat.

 

Her dreams float with

Dead fish in parsley sauce.

No requiem for her.

 

Copyright Kathleen Ayres/Katy Walters.

In the 1800s and early 1900s, 1000s of girls were employed as fish gutters, following the fishing fleet from Shetland to Yarmouth and Lowestoft. These women knitted whenever they had free time and incorporated patterns they saw in other areas. A former herring girl told of the rivalry between knitters and the one-upmanship of using a new pattern that no-one else in the village had.

The Fisher girls traveled to the fishing ports each season.“

The work was long and hard, the girls were into the “farlin” to be gutted and the “guts were taken out with a very sharp gutting knife”. The girls doing the gutting had their fingers wrapped in “clooties” – bandaged cloths to prevent any knife nicks.

Above info. From Wikipedia

Have a lovely week.

Return to Rhonan

1810: The Scottish Highlands. Secret lovers Muriall Mondell and Lord Duncan of Rhonan fight for the lives of evicted tenants. Lord Maximillian, member of the infamous Hell Fire Club preys on young women to take part in rituals. His intent is to conjure a demon – the prize Muriall’s soul. Present day: New York. American psychotherapist Jessica McGregor dreams are haunted by the lovers of two hundred years ago. Jess travels to Scotland in search of them. Drawn by the ruined castle in the grounds, she books into the ghostly Rhonan Manor Hotel. Shocked, she recognizes the owner of the hotel, the brooding Lord Douglas of Rhonan as the dream lover. Deep in the bowels of the ruined castle, a demon gathers strength.

Diary of a Therapist

Dr. Sophie Lampton’s fiance disappears without any trace. He is still missing after a year of extensive searches by the police, family, and friends. Overwhelmed with grief, Sophie succumbs to a social anxiety disorder that threatens her new practice as a psychologist. Her best friend, Dr. Rachael, a sexual psychologist, urges her to seek the help of a renowned professor of psychology, Seth Hunter. Yet the phobia is stopping her from seeking his help. Rachael is determined Sophie should be treated not only for the disorder but for the overwhelming grief. She goes ahead and books an appointment with the professor.
Sophie reluctantly attends a session with Seth, only to break down as a panic attack overwhelms her. Can Seth help her? Can he cut through the paralyzing tentacles of the disorder?

To Love a Cyborg

It is 2065, No-one knows the true identity of Detective Chief Superintendent Ben Tobin or where he came from. His world turns into a nightmare with a spate of shocking homicides and abductions. Determined to solve the sinister notes left with the bodies, he turns to American psychologist Lucy Roberts. Working together they begin a passionate affair that turns into a nightmare.
The clock is ticking, as the crimes take them across the world, and out to the Asteroid Belt.
As Ben races to save the victims, Lucy disappears.
Fast-paced and gritty, this is an electrifying read. A dark thriller that will take you into the night.

A Lady in DistressAn exciting Regency Suspense Romance Theodore Penarth, the Duke of Hampton newly, returned from the Battle of Waterloo wants nothing more than to relax at his hideaway, a Fort on the edge of his estate. But his mother, the Dowager Duchess, has other ideas, one is to secure the family line with an heir and a spare. Without Theodore’s knowledge, she arranges an afternoon tea party on his behalf and invites certain eligible young ladies and their mamas to attend. But she reckoned without the strong will of Lady Annabel Darlington. Much to her parents dismay, Lady Annabel has no intention of marrying now or in the foreseeable future.

No Requiem by @KatyWalters07 #Poetry

No Requiem Three Fisher Girls. Tynemouth (1881) Finslow Homer from the public Domain.

No Requiem

ln wind and hail,
She ground the fish scale,
A tumble of hair, blanketed,
Pale face, no sign of lace,
A dark dirty gown,
An ashen frown,
That did not deter,
Her beauty.
Tendrils of ebony hair
Escape a blanket stale,
With fish blood,
Tumbling with guts into a pail.

At the end of her day,
She will away,
To candle and mirror,
Powder and colour,
Masking.
The death of a myriad fish,
Some rich man’s dish.

ln the grey dawn of her morn,
She will again grind away,
Her youth.

1800s and early 1900s, 1000s of girls employed as fish gutters, followed the fishing fleets. The work was long and hard, the girls gutted the fish and the “guts were taken out with a very sharp gutting knife. Their fingers were wrapped in “clooties” – bandaged cloths to prevent any knife nicks – but they endured painful sore hands.

No Requiem Copyright Katy Walters
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Sam peered through the window; where was Tammy? She’d promised to be with Sam in less than an hour. After a life-threatening car accident, Samantha used a wheelchair to get around and depended on her close friend Tammy.
As Sam waited, she espied a beautiful and rather large dog bound across the garden lawn to her window. The owner was nowhere in sight. Perhaps the dog was a stray?
Sam knew peered through the window once more and to her relief, saw the dog trotting happily at the side of a reasonably handsome, reasonably aged man. But to Sam’s dismay, the dog seeing her, stopped and pulled at the lead to cross the lawn. As Sam lifted the curtain slightly for a better look, the man turned and waved. Sam shot back behind the curtain. Blast. She didn’t want him knocking on her door. After all, she was home alone and injured. Not a good position to be in with a strange man, She didn’t return the wave back and dropped the curtain abruptly.
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