FOWC with Fandango: Prompt

Daily Prompts

There was a time when we received a daily prompt
I always wrote something, although was often stomped
Twas another brick in the wall of ideas to write and compose
But then the wall collapsed on us, the reason nobody knows
They said it would be coming to an end but the wall would still be there
We could write on all the old ideas although that was not fair
You had a computer, an empty screen but needed ideas to write
Where were your friends whose thoughts you read, they disappeared out of sight
And then the human survival strain began to take effect
Bloggers united became active, the idea was perfect
Suddenly prompts appeared everywhere, we were spoilt for a choice
I was hopping from prompt to prompt all day and now I could rejoice
The wall is gone no longer there, the tiles are crumbling down
A cold wind blows throughout the land, it has become a ghost town

FOWC with Fandango: Prompt

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Places People Visit

Alps 03.04 (5)

Living in Switzerland I almost have to show a photo of the alps. They are high enough to be seen everywhere, and everyone visiting Switzerland as a tourist has to pay them a visit,

River Thames looking North, London

Being a Londoner it is difficult to pick out a particular place to see, but St. Pauls cathedral is always a good tip. You can climb up the many stairs to reach the outside balcony with a view over London.

Zytgloggeturm, Bern
And back to Switzerland, why not visit Bern, its capital town. Very good on a rainy day with all the covered shopping streets and the Zytglogge Turm with its clock and moving figures.

Covered pavements in Bern

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Places People Visit

FOWC with Fandango: Draw


Now this is going to be a short one. Me draw? Forget it. The painting above is a graffiti on a wall in our town, probably one of those midnight scribbles from the youth, but it is even better than what I could do.

Not that I do not have an artistic streak. I can do wonders with a camera, but all I have to do is press the button. I had art lessons at school, I had no choice, but I was not outstanding. I think if they had told me to draw a straight line it would not have worked.

Some people can just do it with no problem. Give Mr. Swiss a pencil and paper or a paint box and he creates a work of art with no problem. He had lessons as a young teenager from an artist, although he had the talent already. How come he can do it and I cannot. I must say he understands art. We have visited many exhibitions and art galleries and he introduced me to the world of painting, that I actually now recognise who painted what. I am more into the surreal stuff, my favourite painter being René Margritte, a Belgien painter. His painting of a man with an apple in front of his head I find brilliant. I even based one of my photos on it borrowing the cat next door.

roschti and apple

FOWC with Fandango: Draw

FOWC with Fandango: Shelter

Aerial view of Norah Street around the 1950's

I was born in 1946, the year after the end of World War II. I grew up in the East End of London which was heavily bombed during the war, being near to the London docklands. The photo shows the street where I spent the first 20 years of my life, an aerial view. The photo is not mine, but it was passed onto me by a colleague.

You can see the tightly knit houses and the roof with the “x” on it was our house. There was another row of the same houses at the back and the front, but they had been demolished when the photo was taken in the early 1960’s. When the bombs begin to fall you had to have a safe place for shelter. During the war My mum, my grandfather, grandmother and her sister as well as a nephew, were staying in our house. The men were serving in the army. The London population had to be protected.

One day the men arrived and dug up the little back garden we had. My grandfather was annoyed, his tulips were in a pile of dirt, they would no longer be growing that year or for 5 years afterwards. My mum told me he was annoyed and told the workers “they were cowards digging their holes to run to”, but she added that he was the first one down in the shelter when the air raid warnings were sounding. They built huts in the gardens for the people to take refuge and my mum, grandad, the grandmother and her sister with the nephew slept every night in the back yard in their little steel huts they now had in the garden. When the warnings sounded everyone looked for shelter. Some families spent the night in the underground stations of the railway. Mum said she tried it once, but it was not for her. It was closed, everyone sleeping on mattresses on the platforms and if you happened to have a touch of claustrophobia it was not ideal.

She preferred sleeping with the family in the shelter in the back garden. One evening she was at the cinema watching a film. In those days no-one had a TV. It was a good film and the sirens began to wail warning of a bombing raid. Mum knew that the warnings were timely, and she so wanted to see the end of the film. Unfortunately the bombs arrived sooner than expected and she had to run through the streets hearing bombs being dropped all around her. She managed to get to the house but not to the garden, so she spent a few hours under the table in the kitchen until the so-called “all clear” sirens sounded.

That is war and when someone talks of a shelter the first thing I think of are the air raid shelters in our few square meters of garden that we had.

FOWC with Fandango: Shelter

Daily Inkling: Free from Fear

Halloween Mask

How are you able to go to sleep after watching a scary or psychologically intense movie? What methods do you use to get your mind off of it?  

Being a golden oldie, today I find certain people that have power to decide upon life or death by pressing a button in an office somewhere, if another certain power decides to do the same, will eventually succeed in blowing up the world. Or let’s throw the cola bottles in the sea, no-one will notice with so much flotsam and jetsom is the water and it is only plastic. They are the scary things, and unfortunately not a movie.

At the age of 72 I no longer need methods to take my mind off of anything. Just throw away the newspaper or do not watch the TV. I read books, even Stephen King and Dean Koontz and I can still sleep, because it is all fantas. When I was a kid I remember hiding behind a chair when mum and dad would watch horror films. One particular TV series I will never forget and that was Quatermass, which was on the British TV.  I grew up in London. I got to the part where the door opened in the spaceship, and closed my eyes because you did not know what would leave the ship. I could still sleep afterwards. I was glad to forget the whole thing.

I cannot forget our world leaders however, they are still there tomorrow and I cannot switch them off.

Daily Inkling: Free from Fear

FOWC with Fandango: Beard

Marcel with the new cap

I actually titled this photo “Mr. Swiss with new cap”, but this is not about the cap although part of his Winter image. Most men with less hair on the head than otherwise wear something on the head on the cold Winter days, and he decided for an “Andy Capp”. “Andy Capp” is an english cartoon character of the average British working man. He always wears his cap day and night. Mr. Swiss only wears his in the Winter and I think this one was from the year before last. He always bought one in London when he accompanied me to see my dad, but now he has to buy them in Switzerland.

But this is about a beard. I cannot remember when it appeared, but I know I was adamant that he kept it. I remember he once shaved it off and I was annoyed, but as it is a three-four day beard, it returned again after a few days. I think he made a few comments about not even being able to decide himself, but I ignored them. And now the beard is here to stay, after 40 years of being with a beard I cannot imagine him without it. Our first ten years of marriage were beardless. And the grey highlights? Why not we are both golden oldies and it is part of our trade mark.

FOWC with Fandango: Beard