Flower of the Day: 30.05.2016????? Wallflower

Flowers Wyss Garten Center (2)
Help! These plants were in the local garden park and I even had them growing  in my garden a few years ago. They are pereniels and have a wonderful scent, they are known for their scent. Mr. Swiss even had a sniff and found they smelt great, but I cannot remember the name. Although the main colour is orange or yellow, they are also available in dark red. So help needed. I am sure there must be someone out there that knows their name.

In the meanwhle thanks to two of my fellow bloggers the mystery is solved and they are wallflowers. I knew them under the name of “Goldlack” in German.

Flower of the day: 30.05.2016 ?????

Share Your World: 2016 Week 22 Holiday Edition

Every country in the world has lost men and women in some kind of Armed Forces.  When does your country celebrate or morn their deaths? (Optional)

End of World War II

This photo was taken during the VE celebrations in London in 1945-6. I was born in 1946. It was the street where mum (and me)  grew up in East London . It was 5 years accompanied with the sound of bombs dropped in the night, fires in the buildings hit and sleeping in a shelter in the garden because of the proximity to the London docklands..

Most of the men were doing what my dad was doing, fighting in a foreign country because they were called up. They were not left a great choice and only a few said no. Dad joined and saw the world: Palestine, Egypt, France, Germany, and Italy after landing on the beaches of Salerno. He was part of the heavy artillary on the big guns, he was not a hero, he did what he was told, but he was a hero of sorts. He was one of the lucky ones, no great injuries and he survived.

This is one of my photoshop efforts many years ago, but shows how much army was involved in my family. At the top on the left my youngest son in his Swiss army uniform. All Swiss join the army if they are able. They serve on average 3 weeks a year until they have completed the amount of time they should serve. My son was called up and visited the recruit school for about 3 months and afterwards served and completed his service years. He was in the heavy artillary amongst the tanks, but he was assigned to the office budgeting the food mainly.

My dad got married in his uniform as most men at that time as they did not have any other clothes when they returned from the war. On the bottom left is my grandfather who served in the 1st World War. He was then too old to do active duty and was in the medical service. I remember my dad telling me his job was to collect the dead, someone had to do ti I suppose.

In England there is armisitice day, the nearest Sunday to 11th November I believe. At 11.00 in the morning 2 minutes silence are held.

1st World War Memorial, SolothurnNow I live in Switzerland and we do not partake in wars, we try to stop them. We all want to stop wars. We do not have a day to commerate. Mr. Swiss said there used to be one some years ago, but he has only faint memories. I once went on a search for a war memorial and only found the photo on the left. This is the war memorial in the corner of a park in Solothurn, Switzerland for the fallen  in the great war from 1914-1918. It is a bit of a joke seeing a naked soldier with a sword in a very strange position.

We had quite a few wars in Switzerland, mostly Kanton against Kanton, but it seems if the Swiss wanted to fight in the olden days they were prepared to serve as mercenaries for various other countries. Even the pope has his own Swiss guard.


What is your favorite holiday or holidays?
Being a golden oldie, I have a holiday every day except when I have to go shopping when they let me out.

How do you celebrate that holiday?
Hoovering, washing, ironing, and perhaps cleaning the windows. Otherwise I might be taking photos, or writing. Just having fun. We no longer actually go anywhere on a holiday, but prefer our own four walls or the area where we live.

Share Your World: 2016 Week 22 Holiday Edition

Daily Prompt: It looked like a blank

My Desk

Today there was not going to be a daily prompt for me, a blog, or any sign that I was still here. One day I might not be here. My desk will remain empty, just a walking stick to show that I was my place. I would sit here day for day and write. I would write about anything that was suggested. There is always an answer to a prompt. You seek for an answer, perhaps there might even be a photo. For this particular prompt there was no photo, so I composed one myself. No, I did not compose it, because if I am missing this is how my desk looks. I like to have an empty platform, there is a place for everything.

This morning when I arose I checked my telephone, my iPad, my computer and found nothing special. There were some comments from my blogging colleagues which I acknowledged. I write a “Good Morning” blog for some time. It began as a whim, an idea, why not. We all say good morning to someone, even if it is only the pet dog or cat. It might be your other half, or just look out the window and think “good morning world”. This morning was different.

I did not have good news yesterday. My father is in an extra care home for some time. Sometimes he has good days, and sometimes they are not so good. I live on an edge but he has always been there. He celebrated his 100th birthday last September and since the beginning of this year, after a hospital stay, he has been transferred to an intense care home where he is cared for 24 hours of the day. I can be happy and satisfied. I do not live in the same country as my dad, although distances are not so far with planes. I can even wave and say hello with modern telecommunications, messenger systems.

Yesterday it was bad news. He was not responding, my nearest relatives were called, a doctor was called, there were exchanges back and forth and I was prepared for the worst. This morning I awoke with a strange feeling. My dearest friend said she would look in this morning to see how the night progressed and I was prepared for the worst. Not blogging or writing was the least of my problems but fate sometimes decides otherwise.

My dad had decided to eat some breafast, he had refused food and drink for two days. He was sitting up in his bed and I waved to him via iPhone/iPad and he waved back. He had three visitors, my friend, he ex carer from the extra care home where he lived before and her mother who still lives there. He was not alone, and for this I am thankful. He does not hear very well, but was responding with words – I even heard him say thankyou. I do not believe in miracles or anything spiritual, life takes its course, but there are some things between earth and sky that surprise us.

One day my desk will remain empty, the photo will become real, but when and how we will never know. Angloswiss Chronicles will not longer exist, or perhaps they will – who knows. There is something that determines our paths and we do not know where they lead to or why. We are left with the good feeling that the day continues as usual. It might be a mater of years, weeks, days or even hours: in the worst case minutes or seconds. The blank will arrive, the place that was occupied will no be filled, but our memories will remain of the things we shared together, of the laughs we had, and of the small words like “thankyou”.

I did not intend to write today, but life goes on with its surprises and unexpected twists and turns and my father and I are still here.

Daily Prompt: It looked like a Blank