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Betty Hattersley
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Wrong But Right
05/01/03 |
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Just once a week we had a break and joined a local team,
The ladies played a game of darts, we really had a scream.
Around about the Christmas when it was time to bake,
My friend and I decided, mince pies we were to make,
The night we went to play our darts, the room was full you see,
A lady wanted cooking done, she tried to talk to me.
As the room was very crowded, I couldn't hear to well,
This lady asked for some mince pies, as far as I could tell.
My memory went to pieces, I forgot this women dish,
I tried to tell my friend about this women and her wish.
For some unknown, strange reason, I mentioned to my friend,
Some sausage rolls, this lady wants, thinking that was the stories end.
Imagine what a shock I had, the next night out we had,
When looking at the sausage rolls, the women seemed quite sad,
They really look delicious, such a great surprise,
I never wanted sausage rolls, I wanted some mince pies.
She bought the sausage rolls from us and still made her request,
"I think your pastries are so nice, I still want all the meat".
The other ladies were intrigued, you could see it in their eyes,
They also ordered sausage rolls and also some mince pies.
This funny little story happened years ago,
It turned into a business, I'd like to let you know.
My life changed from that moment, it happened straight away,
The work I've done throughout the years started on that day.
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Who's Handbag?
05/12/03 |
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All the staff were busy, tending to their chores,
I could see them working quietly, from inside the kitchen doors.
Some laying out the tables, another poured a drink,
One cooking in the kitchen, preparing at the sink.
"Anyone need help", I said, not knowing what to do,
"Can I be of help to anyone, assisting one of you?"
"We can manage alright thank you", was the words they all agreed,
Into the kitchen I did roam, for my help I hoped they'd need.
Everything was simmering, all was quite in hand,
The gravy was now ready, in a boiler on a stand.
I thought I'd turn the heat up to make the gravy boil,
Imagine how I panicked to see the gravy spoil.
It poured out from the boiler, in gushes from the top,
Running down the cupboards, on the floor, "let's get a mop".
Well just think about the shock we had as we peered onto the ground,
Someone's handbag lay there, suede and grey and round.
The gravy filled the handbag, we thought what can we do?
I asked the staff, with bag in hand, "does this belong to you?".
No-one claimed the handbag, so who had left it there?
Whoever it belonged to, just didn't seem to care.
We never found who owned it, it didn't have a tag,
You can order food in baskets, now gravy in a bag.
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Remembering The Sixties
07/06/03 |
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I couldn't wait to start my job after leaving school,
a shop assistant I became, I really felt quite cool.
I put on lots of makeup and backcombed all my hair,
sprayed it stiff with lacquer and didn't have a care.
With my buffon hairdo, eyeliner nice and thick,
I used to wear pale lipstick, I really looked quite sick.
But I thought I looked so brilliant, fashion was the key,
dressed in all the latest gear for all the world to see.
The Beatles was the sound we heard, dancing, having fun,
a coach trip off to Blackpool, a weekend in the sun.
Stiletto heels were smashing, with great long pointed toes,
a massive handbag on your arm, we really loved to pose.
Flower power was a trend, to advertise world peace,
shirts in many colours, a waistcoat made of fleece.
They offered you a flower and quoted "peace to man",
I sometimes think about them now, what a smashing plan.
Records was the thing back then, expresso coffee to,
we used to meet inside a cafe, a gathering of our crew.
Motorbikes and scooters, mods and rockers style,
a boy would send you in a whirl, just with a friendly smile.
I wore those stick out underskirts, with wire around the hem,
I couldn't sit down properly, hard to handle them.
Either rinsed in sugar water or starch if you were rich,
they used to stick onto your legs and make you want to itch.
What a brilliant time this era was, every day was great,
looking forward to the fun, going out to meet your mate.
I loved the swinging sixties, the times and people then,
the girls are all grown up now, the boys that was, are men.
Now I have grown older, I think about time passed,
your teens are really precious years, they fly by very fast.
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Special Moments
07/15/03 |
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What makes a special moment that stands out from the rest?
I suppose they are the moments the ones we love the best.
Moments that can change our lives, like the day that we gave birth,
To bring a baby in this world and deliver it to earth.
Perhaps the day we started work or the day that we got wed,
Or was it maybe not an act or just what someone said?
The first time that you met a friend, to remember your first dance.
That special moment when a boy gave you that certain glance.
That moment when you fall in love, a holiday away,
Childhood memories, days at school, moments spent in play.
It's funny how a moment can stay with us always,
A person who can touch our lives, have made those treasured days.
Perhaps a noisy fairground or just a peaceful walk,
A party for a birthday, friends to sit and talk.
Special moments help us, when times are not as great,
Our mind can take a little trip to just that special date.
Through every day we tend our chores, the tasks we have to do,
But to ponder for a second, special moments just for you.
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Clouds
07/25/03 |
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I strolled into a corn field, one beautiful summer's day,
Glorious were their colour, gentle breezes, softly sway.
Lazily I stretched my arms and thought I'd stop a while,
One of those days, when life feels good, a silent little smile.
My head I tilted backwards, to scan the sky so bright,
A perfect blue, touched here and there with fluffy clouds of white.
As I watched these pretty little clouds, slowly rolling by,
T'was if an artist painted them, the canvas was the sky.
One cloud became a poodle, another like a kite,
An image of a persons face, I think I got it right.
One little cloud looked like a bird, flying high above,
Pure white, extremely graceful, just like a turtle dove.
A little cluster came along, like ships upon the sea,
What fun we had together, the sky, the clouds and me.
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It's Only A Dream
08/02/03
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Sometimes I'm scared When I fall asleep,
Monster's and Dragon's, stair's that will creek,
Don't be scared it's only a dream.
Castle's and horse's, dungeon's of old,
Thunder, then lightening, rooms freezing cold,
Don't be scared its only a dream.
High on a mountain, to float in the sky,
Deep in a forest, can't get out, though I try,
Don't be scared it's only a dream.
Lost in a desert, I need a drink,
Just for a moment, I'm to frightened to blink,
Don't be scared it's only a dream.
Good morning my darling, my that sounds nice,
I open my eyes, to that wonderful voice,
Sometimes I'm scared when I fall asleep,
Don't be scared it's only a dream.
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To The People I've Known
08/15/03 |
Oh so many people can inspire you on life's way,
You meet with different characters, nearly every single day.
Your life becomes a melting pot, full of varied things,
Whatever stage you are in life, another taste it brings.
My grandparents and parents, I thank them from my heart,
For without their love and guidance, I wouldn't have a start.
But children, friends and family are all so special to,
My husband, who is always there, you know that I love you.
Our little pets we've cared for over all the years,
When they've had to leave us, I've shed so many tears.
A tribute and a thank you to the people from the past,
There have been many I've admired, the list is all so vast.
The people I have yet to meet, is exciting just the same,
Another friend, a grandchild, to know another name.
One tribute is so hard to do, so many that I see,
For everyone I've known as yet, are all a part of me.
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The Market Place
08/25/03 |
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Watching crowds of people pass through the market square,
How they come from different paths and yet all gather there.
Shops and stalls of traders. selling many things,
One man's selling jewelry, watches, chains and rings.
Pretty flowers in baskets, colours really bright,
A statue in the center carefully painted white.
Quaint old wooden benches, how many? just a few,
People can just sit awhile, admiring all the view.
Fruits from every country, clothes and shoes in pairs,
Traders come from far and wide selling all their wares.
Expressions on folks faces, some so deep in thought,
Others looking cheerful, happy what they'd bought.
The blend of many voices, tempting you to buy,
Aromas fill the air around "would you like to try?"
Children run about the square, laughing having fun,
Gold patterns in the fabrics glisten in the sun.
To sit and watch the people in the market square,
How busily some walk about, dashing here and there.
Others spend time talking, just sitting for awhile,
The pleasure of the market place just makes you want to smile.
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Titanic Tribute
09/05/03 |
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Bands were playing: crowds cheering, as the champagne christened its side,
This luxury liner, weighing forty-six tons, how the people stood there with pride.
More than twenty two thousand people aboard, including the chosen crew,
As she slipped down the runway, starting her voyage, if only they'd had a clue.
Proclaiming this ship unsinkable from Southhampton its journey began,
To sail to New York in luxury, indeed the definite plan.
An evening of perfect pleasure, as the liner was going full steam,
The Captain and all his officers, was a first class and disciplined team.
The time was just before midnight, when the worst disaster of all,
"I think the ships hit an iceberg" filled the air with that chilling call.
South of the banks of Newfoundland, the liner she came to a halt,
No one could see the iceberg, it just wasn't anyones fault.
Trying to send some signals, distress was the message that night,
Passengers started to panic, for the lifebaots they had to fight.
No money or status helped them, everyone was the same,
There was only room for half of the folks, the others the sea would claim.
The fourteeth of April, year nineteen twelve the Titanic she took her last blow,
No signals were answered: couldn't get help, she would sink and no one would know.
On the horizon a small boat was sailing, the Californian crew was asleep,
The liner was starting to sink very fast soon claimed by the waters so deep.
The screams from the people aboard that ship, how scared they must have been,
If only someone had heard those calls or even if they had seen.
We learnt from this disaster: reforms on ships were made,
To everyone who this tribute brings, may your memory never fade.
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Halloween
09/21/03
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It's nearly time for Halloween,
to paint your face in scary green.
Black out some teeth, a big false nose,
with warts and pimples, one that grows.
Dressed in rags and a pointed hat,
tucked under arm, a big black cat.
Astride a besom flying round,
to peer at people on the ground.
Then knock a door shout "trick a treat,
pay a fine or some food to eat".
Jack-a-lantern shining brightly,
bats and vampires, ghouls, they might be.
Wizards and spells, creepy creatures,
shadows about, see their features.
A big new moon high in the sky,
silhouette image, things that fly.
Walking mummies from the ground,
listen now! for to hear a sound.
Halloween night, what time to play,
midnight strikes, they've gone away.
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