RDP Wednesday: Empower

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When I got married it was not just a ring
I had a new family with kids tied on a string
Wherever I went they also came too
I was never alone, they stuck just like glue
and then I had four that all had to be fed
As well as a man, but I still made the bed
I had so much power, I organised life
I was mother, cook, logician and also a wife
The man went to work to earn money for all
whilst I stayed at home but not having a ball
The kids had to be washed, combed and given their care
In the evening I sat down and fell asleep in a chair
I was empowered to decide what was right and was wrong
Talking to the teacher and listening to her song
Freedom’s just another name for nothing left to lose
But there were many moments when I really got the blues
When your kids grow up they like to come and go
I am no longer asked, it becomes a tale of woe
And then one day, kids leave and then they have their own
I have become redundant and they can have their moan
I had so many jobs, but did not have a wage
It was all in the name of power, I was in a golden cage
But life carries on and I look back with joy
I was just a normal mother and wife,  perhaps a Helen of Troy

 RDP Wednesday: Empower

Daily Inkling: A Head of its Time

General Andrzej Tadeusz Bonawentura Kościuszko

You’re going about your everyday life when you happen upon the perfectly preserved head of a famous historical figure. Who is it, and why is it there? 

Everyday life does not exist in the days of a golden oldie. We have variations like going shopping, visiting doctors and wondering if you will survive until the next day.

I have Mr. Swiss to thank for the head of General Andrzej Tadeusz Bonawentura Kościuszko. I can hear you: who?? He was a Polish General and there is even a mountain named after him in Australia. His connection to our town of Solothurn was that it was his place of death. I am not going into big details about his life, you can read it all in our good old Wikipedia General Kosciuszko.

Mr. Swiss happened to be in town and notice that we have a new statue near our concert hall, so took a photo. I have not yet found it myself, but am still searching. He seems to have been some sort of super general in Poland and now and again we have polish people visiting our town on a quest for him. We also have a museum. Many years ago, in my first years in Solothurn, I was still unmarried, I visited the museum with a colleague of mine. It was in a large room in a very old building midst in town.

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There is even a stone memorial on the wall of the building in memory of this famous Polish general. The museum is full of various items concerning his battles and written documents. I remember two very old ladies were caring for the museum. They were very dedicated and insisted on following us around explaining it all.

As if it was an omen, I now have a photo of his head (actually the complete body, but it is only the head that is requested). When I saw the photo I was quite impressed by the details, it was almost as if he was embalmed and not just carved out of stone. I have now been living in Solothurn in Switzerland for 50 years and the general died in 1817 in our town, so it took quite a few years to have him commemorated with a statue.

It seems that his embalmed body was deposited in the crypt of the Solothurn church. In 1818, Kościuszko’s body was transferred to Kraków in Poland where he now is.

Me,  have nothing to do with Poland. Born a London cockney, but we always learn something new don’t we?

Daily Inkling: A Head of its Time

FOWC with Fandango: Abstract

Abstract

I seem to live in the abstract. I see the abstract everywhere and it is a delightful change to the normal world. Just pushing a trolley in the supermarket gives me an idea to pull out the camera and take a photo: the composition of my walking stick (an abstract in its own right) laying in an unplanned position, with the shopping bag. It was just a coincidence, some might even go a step further and call it chaos.

Fly

A fly landed on my computer on the F1 button. I am sitting outside on the porch and writing. I took a photo. Why the F1 button and not the screen: only the fly knows. Perhaps there was too much light.

Fly

And now it has reached the questions mark. Perhaps it is searching for the unanswered question, but it has now been immortalised on my abstract photo on the computer.  I am now planning to end its short life because it has become an annoyance.

I am not the great writer with various thesis on the state of abstract. I know what I like and the stranger the better. A golden oldie that prefers the paintings of Hieronymus Bosch or Salvador Dali. I see enough reality in daily life and need to escape now and again.

FOWC with Fandango: Abstract

Good Morning

Morning Sky

Not so friendly this morning, but I do not mind. We have had steel blue skies for long enough and it seems there might even be a little rain at the end of the week. Now we are only half way through. The dark specks on the clouds are a few crows on their way to yet another morning meeting to discuss the routine of the day.

I decided to take a wheelie in my chair into Solothurn, the local town,  in the afternoon. It is just 5-10 minutes along the main road by wheelchair, although I wheel on the sidewalk of course.

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I have been living here for at least 50 years, but have still not discovered how I can read the time on this complicated clock. It seems to be an original version of the 24 hour clock. As the town has Roman origins, someone during the years gone by seemed to have a good idea about time. Next to the clock is one of our town hotels, The Red Tower which also has a rooftop restaurant and well as one at the entrance.

Otherwise town was a bit sleepy. There were no street musicians, it was probably too cold and the season is changing. There are still some roadside cafés open with people sitting outside watching the world go by and drinking their coffee wrapped in their autumn jackets.

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This guy is one of the statue on our St. Urs cathedral perched on a fountain. It might be Moses, but I am not such an expert in biblical objects.

As I wheeled over the bridge I noticed something interesting.

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Apart from the wonderful reflections of the Autumn colours in the river I saw this group of ducks approaching. I crossed the bridge to get nearer and also changed my camera lens for the zoom to get a closer picture. Somehow they were too white to be ducks and too small to be swans.

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I am no bird expert, but this seemed to be a group of gulls taking a cruise along the river in the afternoon sun. As Winter approaches we have more gulls on our river and you often see them perched on the bridges.

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As I wheeled on further homewards along the river bank, I noticed that the swans were also gathering. It was a larger group, I could not fit them all into one photo.

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I also met a dog on the way who seemed to be thinking about taking another swim in the river. His fur was still wet from the last visit. It almost looks like a sheep.

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As I looked into the river I noticed that we actually have fish. Now and again I see a few men with their fishing tackle sitting patiently on the river bank. I do not know what they catch, probably hoping for the big one. I only saw small fish, but was surprised, evn more, when I managed to take a photo.

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Behind the local railway station there is a field where the farmer sometimes has horses. This time I was rewarded with a mother and her foal taking a walk.

And now to move on. Today is a shopping day. Food plans have been made and after my usual daily clean up and shower I will be off to explore the delights of the supermarket. Take care, and do it in small steps – why rush and stress.