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Dorothy Milnes - Simm,  On Life and Love! xxx:

Fun for All the family

And now, whoever said History was boring ! ! !

"Dogs believe they are human. Cats believe they are God."Cats

"There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast."

"Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this." --Anonymous

"Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats to pull a sled through snow." --Jeff Valdez

"As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat." --Ellen Perry Berkeley

Where did the saying  Piss Poor come from?     child

They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken & sold to the tannery..... ..if you had to do this to survive you were "Piss Poor."

But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn't even afford to buy a pot......they "didn't have a pot to piss in" & were the lowest of the low.

The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s:

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June.. However, since they were starting to smell . ..... . brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body

Baby in Bath

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water.

The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it.. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water!"


Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. thatched cottage

It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof.... Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."

 There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, "dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way.

Hence: a thresh hold.
(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme: Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.

PigSometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.


Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.


Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.

good pint

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.

They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake. It's a good job we have glass now

cemeteryEngland is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive... So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell.

Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus,someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a "dead ringer."
And that's the truth....Now, whoever said History was boring ! ! !

 So . . . get out there and  educate someone! ~~~ Share these facts with a friend




 This homepage is a special one for me because it leads me straight into my love of music and films and all things artistic.
There is plenty more to see and hear and read about in all the pages on your left
Enjoy my Lovelies , you are about to venture into Paradise, you lucky, lucky people.
xxxDodie xxx

Hidden far above the world, amongst the clouds so white, lie dragons, but do not fear for they will never do any harm to your land, your souls, your mind, for most are kind and even blind to the wars you humans share. In days of old when you were bold and you used to do us harm, we left your earth for safer climes ones we found secure. We left you alone so you could destroy the lands you held so dear, the hunger, slaughter, devestation, all those things we fear.
So seek us not oh human kind we are peaceful way up here.

A piece written by a child age 9 in Palestine when looking at this picture.

With the state of the world seemingly in total chaos  
I wish to share this with everyone, it is very sad.

Beautiful Palestine







From the moment I was born I remember feeling a warmth all around me, a feeling of belonging to somewhere very special. Growing up with a community who seemed like no other, where everyone looked towards the beauty that surrounded us, that same beauty that fed us, keeping out bellies full and our bodies strong.
As I lay here now - in the same house that I had shared with my parents and his parents, Grandfather Abbas and Grandmother Durriyah, who was so bright and shining just like her name.
My eyes wept for her even I lay here in what must be the cellar, she had left us much too early, Her energy was unceasing when it came to looking after her children and then us, her grandchildren when Mother and Father went to work in the fields. 
My father Karif was the second of their three sons but only Father and Uncle Qudamah remained. Their elder brother Asim was killed during the fighting in the desert.
My grandfather then built this house and they settled to what they hoped would be a new life in his Palestine, where there would be no more wars, how wrong he was.
I was born in the September of 1946 into a  home that still share some laughter and singing, poetry and games, and it was from a very young age that I heard of the all the bad things that had started in our beautiful land, in fact from the word go it seemed like mother and father talked about nothing else but another war, not another World War, but a war that would mean the end for all of us in Palestine.
"But we needn't worry," Grandfather Abbass, would say. "War maybe just around the next corner but they will soon realise that it was a terrible mistake they made, settling a handful of Hebrew Jews  in Palestine, don't worry son everything wil be fine."
I remember the arguements between Grandfather and father, with Grandmother trying to keep things simple by agreeing with them both.
        His words were proven right for the wars did come and what was beautiful was turned to ash, and what stood tall and strong was shattered beneath the guns and bombs. It also turned our country into a continuous stream of poison bile that turned this way and that just like the divided River Jordan, depriving and raping, and starving this once fruitful land of it's rare plants and olive and orange trees, along with the laughter and replaced all with the screaming of the children and the wailing of the women. 
Then with the loss of our land and refuge so did we become a none generation. If we ever did get help. I don't remember it.
I remember on my eigteenth birthday, father crying as he laid my grandmother to rest between what we thought was the grave of Amin and two more of his own family. 
We were still waiting for the outcome of this uprising, the shouts of Yasser Arafat as he begged and pleaded for help from the outside world, the United Nations, was there anyone who would come to aid the Palestinian people who were gradually being pushed farther and farther away from their homes.
He was according to some a terrorist, but to many, he was going to be our saviour. Arafat who held talks with Nassar in Cairo, Nassar who gave his support and who was murdered by the new Egyptian regime who sold out Palestine for wealth and greed, and who have left their own people without nothing but their own interior troubles as one after the other Egyptians are still assasinated.
 Arafat who was the one person who was going to set our people free from the troubles that were being forced upon us by the masses of so called Israelites that had now divided our lands not only with weapons but with barriers, making sure as they did by destroying the lands that our ancesters had turned from nothing into paradise.
Soon we were trying to find the graves of our loved one, after the passing of Grandfather Abbas. But once more the land that held the remains of Amin, Grandmother and several others who had been lost during these troubles, had been destroyed along with many of the Cemetries and Mosques.
So many of the towns and villages were razed to the ground and their inhabitants massacred where they slept or stood, trees burnt never to grow again, the children either killed or left to die within their families arms.
If you compare this to what happened during a declared war in Europe, what the Nazi's did was nothing compared to the inhumane ways of these Butchers and Mercenaries.
Beautiful Palestine
       I tried to lift my arm to wipe the tears that filled my eyes, for a moment I couldn't see a thing and half of me wished it would stay like that. Blinking  furiously I managed to remove the salty tears, letting them trickle down the side of my face so I might catch it with my tongue, I was so thirsty.
Once more I tried to move my arm, if I could just raise myself up onto one elbow I might be able to work out how to get out this stupid situation. There was a plank like board hanging to my left, if I could just... I stretched and at this stage I think I passed out again. 

It must have been quite sometime before I came to my senses, for the trace of light over the kitchen ceiling was gone . Also gone was the board that hung over my head, in its place was the leg of what looked like one of our two young grandchildrens bed, I needed to know if they were alive, were they safe.,
What had happen to my father and mother who had left to try and find Ameena whom I had dropped off at the United Nations Hospital just before the last wave of tank fire.
Maybe he had managed to find mother.
I hadn't heard from my eldest daughter Eman and the three boys. Nor anything from Mohamed, Eman's husband, that was apart from a message to the house that had been bought by a runner who had broken through the barrier, saying he hoped to find them before the bombing got any worse.
That was six weeks ago and I hadn't been able to tell my grandchildren anything. Had my father been able to find my mother, had she managed to get out of the Strip and even then she had many obstacles to cross before reaching the West Bank and maybe safety.
I just didn't know anything. Just that I was down here and the girls were somewhere up there. I looked at the ceiling again. 

         I lay awake for a long time, Straining my ears trying to hear what was going on outside. It was too quiet, maybe they were waiting for the sun to show her face so they could see what they were going to destroy next.
Hm not that, that hadn't stopped them before. I was finding it difficult to concentrate, my thirst  was getting worse, my tongue felt as if it was swollen to twice its normal size.
Again I drifted back between a restless sleep full of sleepless dreams.
Something wet had fallen from the gap above my head, it splashed on my face and I almost cheered at the thought of water.
 I reached to gather it up, spread it across my dried lips.
Forgetting for a moment where I was, until the pain reminded me I reached out. Then  I clenched my teeth together and continued to reach for the rag with my free arm  lifting the sodden thing from off my shoulder.
It was wet, but as I held it up to my face the light of the sun grew stronger.
I let the slip of blanket fall onto my chest.
I didn't want to see it.
I didn't want to know whose blanket it belonged to.
I could smell blood without having to look at it. I lay for a while staring up at the leg that had dropped even deeper through the gap in the ceiling.
Closing my eyes I picked it up again and held it under my nose and began to cry. I had witnessed this smell many times over the last fifteen years.
Blood dried by the heat and the cold, congeeling wherever it lay.
I struggled to get up but the pain in my right arm was bad. It was broken I think from the blast and the fall. Jamming my left fist into my mouth I slowly but surely drew myself into a sitting position.
I couldn't see the broken arm but I could feel it flopping this way and that as I smacked it against the broken wall.
 "Oh Allah please help me," I passed out again with the prayer to Allah on my lips.
    Once more the dreams and nightmares of the past seemed to crawl all round me. I felt cold yet I knew I was hot for what was left of my robe clung to my sweating torso.
As I sat up I looked down towards my legs. They hadn't really been giving me any pain and so I tried to pull them up against my chest.
I remember a scream ringing in my ears, I saw the ceiling above me slowly coming down. I remember the bodies of my two little treasures tipping from the bed as it slide through the widened gap. Arms wrapped round each other but not being able to say who was whom.
The noise got louder and louder, the screaming never seemed to end, the lights went out and  .........

............. It was about three months later when aids arrived from the red cross, Mist from the sea was settling on the ground as they worked day and night to sort through all the rubble. There was not a chance in hell that anyone would be alive but prayers were said in the refugee camps, just in case.

A woman stood by the side of the waiting ambulance. She was all in black only her hands were red, where somehow some of the blood hadn't dried up completely, caught in a little pool in a childs potty that was once kept under the childrens bed.
Sahalah wept as first one then the other of her little grand-daughters were released from their grave of masonry.
"Excuse me ma-am but do you know if there was anyone else in the house?"
"Just my husband," she said quietly, "just my husband who was looking after the girls for my daughter."
"And your daughter, Ma am?"
"Sahalah smiled wrily at the young Red Cross worker. "Oh Ameena, she has already gone"
The young lady smile. "May I ask where she has gone?"
"With all the others that were sheltering in the United Nations Hospitals before it was bombed by the Israelis."
"So sorry Ma am" she replied. "Still it's over now, isn't it?"
"Do you think so?" Sahalah looked towards the men bringing her husband's body out of the rubble.


                                "DO YOU REALLY THINK SO?"      DMS


Now a little something to make you groove to the music,
well it makes me feel very groovey and I do love the Boge and Scandal remix. Brilliant

Just a little of my favourite group SHINee, South Korean of course. xxx

always changing. xxx

 I have every one of these films in my collection of Asian films. 99% are with subtitles. I hate dubbed films. 50% are probably Korean, they are superb. By the way my Asian film collection in up in the hundreds, not bad for a Welsh Dragon ! xxx Dodie.

Draig Goch
Y Draig Goch

Maybe a little something for the kids now eh. xxx


Before we start just a quick word about my other site pages in them I have an awful lot of everything, some of it for the young, you will find these at;
Then we have the junior up to high school age, these precious ones are given quite a lot more and hopefully  the music is okay too, you can visit;
Do make sure it is the zoomshare pages and not those that have been put on WordPress or My Space, or anywhere else come to that. I use the Mozilla Firefox web browser as it is far superior to the Internet Explorer, with less crashes and far, far quicker. Because I use Firefox, the other browsers tend to change what you put on them. So if possible try to use Firefox, it is free and far nicer to use.
The following pages cover the children of all the other countries on this fine Earth, though I still have quite a few more to collect. Believe me we have a lot of different places in the world and very many languages. To take a quick trip around te world go to;

PLEASE USE THIS LOG IN NAME -   http://thedragonlords.zoomshare.com/
Dr. DoDiddily and the DeeDot's
which takes you on an exciting trip around the world.

Then with a quick hop, skip and a groan we can take a trip to what should be Grown Up Land. Well it is really "Never, Never Land, gone slightly awry, but enjoy. The Address;

Last but not least we have a site which apart from the music (of which there is quite a lot) is full of all my own work. From children's stories to adult tales, poetry, haiku, even the odd recipes or three. Loads of facts about my life and loves just enjoy yourself as you glance through the pages.

http://www.youtube.com/dorothy milnes-simm. or even "seligor" will take you to my huge playlists, I think I have three youtube accounts but not certain.

Now go and enjoy the Danish Pastries if the blooming Cat hasn't ate them all.


always changing. xxx

Danish Hedge GoblinsThe Missing Danish Pastries  

  At the bottom of the garden a Danish Goblin dwelt,
and on one hot and humid day, Gus gave a scream and yelled!
"Who's nicked my Danish pastries? Who's scoffed my strawberry flan?
I'm quite undone; besides myself! He began to make a plan."
Gus called his mates together; they lived beneath the hedge?
He told them of his stolen cakes taken from the window ledge.
"I guess it was those gnomes” he said “they look guilty, smug and fat."
But Gertie, pushed them all aside "Me thinks, it was That Cat!"

That cat was sat beneath the tree, cream all about her face. yummy yum, Danish pastries.
She eyed the goblins up and down, there was going to be a chase.
The goblins watched the slant-eyed puss then her tail began to quiver.
"Stand aside !" Old Gertie cried, I’ll grab her tongue and liver!
He flexed his arms and with his axe moved closer to his quarry
Puss stretched her paw with nail and claw, old Gertie didn't tarry.
So up came Bert with the garden spade, he swung it round his head
He missed the cat, but hit a rat which toppled down quite dead.

Black CatThen, with a grin, the puss did spin her tail, curled round and round.
She sent them sprawling across the lawn, then made to higher ground.
The goblins beat, made a quick retreat and assembled within the bushes
Scratched and bruised from head to toe they made no further rushes
The goblins hid their face in shame, each felt their own remorse.
Ne'er again could they stand the pain of the pussy cat's tail and claws?
Gus decided there and then that they all would take a pledge.
If they ever made Danish pastries again not to leave them on the ledge.

Dodie© May 2014


yummy yum, Danish pastries.More yummy pastries

Dan Lepard's Danish recipe:
Tricks to take your danish from ordinary to excellent.
Photograph: Colin Campbell for the Guardian

You can cook pretty impressive danish pastries at home, so long as you apply just a little patience and care when making the dough. I've found that the addition of yeast to a simple rough puff delivers that big hit of buttery richness and crisp texture I'm after with little bother.

A few tricks take your danish from ordinary to excellent. I use 00 flour (McDougalls and Sainsbury's do good ones) because it gives the danish a crisp texture that I like, but you can use strong white flour instead and be content with a soft texture. Keep the dough chilled, but not so cold that the butter turns rock hard: you want to be able to roll the butter into layers without it melting or cracking. Be a little mean with the flour for rolling once you're past the first two folds, as it can tighten the dough and stop it stretching as easily. And if the dough seems hard to roll out to the final 1cm thickness, just let it sit undisturbed for 10 minutes covered with a cloth, and it will then roll more easily.

Rough Danish Dough

If need be, use a dash more milk when you mix in the flour, so the dough is soft, pliable and easy to roll. These quantities make enough dough for eight to 10 pastries.

For the starter
1 tsp fast-acting yeast
75ml warm water
50g strong white flour

For the dough
About 75ml cold milk
2 egg yolks
50ml cold double cream
25g caster sugar
250g cold unsalted butter, cut into 1-2cm cubes
300g 00 flour, plus extra for rolling
1 tsp salt
Beaten egg, to finish

For the starter, in a warm bowl dissolve the yeast in the warm water, beat in the flour until smooth, cover and leave for an hour to bubble.

Make the dough by whisking the milk, egg yolks, cream and sugar into the starter, followed first by the butter cubes and then by the flour and salt. Stir everything together to a rough, lumpy dough, scoop it out on to a floured worktop and roll out to 1cm thick. Fold it in by thirds, roll it out again as before, fold it in by thirds again, then wrap and chill for 30 minutes. Repeat this rolling and chilling sequence twice more, then roll and shape as needed.

For Chocolate Danish
Roll a piece of dough to 30cm x 15cm x 1cm thick. Chop 200g of good chocolate into fingers (don't worry if it breaks), then place some chocolate in a line running parallel to the long side of the dough, leaving a 2cm margin. Fold this margin tightly over the chocolate to cover it, place another line of chocolate alongside the new seam, then roll the dough over to cover it, too. Brush egg wash along the seam, then roll the dough tightly over again until the bare edge is centred under the roll of dough. Flatten the roll gently with the heel of your hand and cut into four 7-8cm lengths (any longer and they may sag in the middle after baking).

For Raisin Danish
Roll a piece of dough to 30cm x 15cm x 1cm thick. Brush the surface with water (or spread with a thin layer of custard) and generously dot with plump, dark raisins. Roll tightly up along the length, so you have a short, fat scroll, seal the end with water, then cut into four wheels.

Rising and Baking
Line a baking tray with nonstick paper, put the prepared pastries on top, cover loosely with clingfilm, and leave the shaped dough to rise somewhere warm until almost doubled in size. Once risen, brush with beaten egg and bake at 200C (180C fan-assisted)/390F/gas mark 6 for 10 minutes. Lower the heat to 180C (160C fan-assisted)/350F/gas mark 4 and bake for another 15-20 minutes, until crisp.

Thankyou Dan, this is the best recipe I found, very easy to follow and excellent to eat. Dodie.

always changing. xxx

           For a Child to a Parent - and -  For a Parent to a Child

This is a very interesting article due to the fact that there is a lot of   talk in the media about OUR CHILDREN AND BOOKS.
Exploring Books with Babies

Reading to a squirmy infant or an active toddler can be challenging — but it's so important. Here, dos and don'ts for reading to the under-2 set.
by Susan Straub
Babies don't so much read books as explore them. It's not about the words, the story, or the sound of your voice. It's not about the pictures. It's not about the physical book itself. It's actually about all of the above, combined. Babies use all their senses to take in a book. Your job is to keep your mind open to the possibilities — for example, that eatinga book can be just as satisfying as reading it — and have fun. It can take a lot of patience to get through even a short picture book with a baby, but you'll be rewarded with a child who's received an excellent start to literacy — and life. Here are some do's and don'ts for you and your budding reader:
baby reading in basin
Expand your child's  library.  Very little babies have no real idea what you're reading, so why not read aloud to her from whatever you're reading, like a novel or a magazine? That way you both get to hear terrific stories together.

Expose her to art.   Show your baby pictures from the family photo album or a coffee table art book — just be careful she doesn't grab precious pages! Babies enjoy looking at images and respond well to simple, high-contrast pictures.

Get tactile.Touch-and-feel books, like the classic Pat the Bunny, are great sensory as well as literary tools. Guide your baby's hand over various textures while you read.

Follow your baby's lead.   Some babies like to open and close books, hand them back to you, or stack them like blocks. That counts as reading,  too. The more you use books for fun, the more likely she'll see that they are an enjoyable part of her daily life.

Keep books handy.   Stow board books in your stroller, diaper bag, car, near the highchair, at the changing table, or even in the bathtub (there are some wonderful waterproof bath books). You'll always have a book ready to distract and entertain.

Read enthusiastically.     Use silly voices, make animal sounds, and read with drama.

Hand your baby a book.    When your baby's reached the grabbing stage, he's likely to take the book out of your hands. Let him; just have a couple books on hand so you can switch back and forth and read them all at once.

Child with toysBe prepared to repeat,and repeat, and repeat.    Babies often get stuck on a particular favorite, and will zoom right to that book on the shelf even if you offer others. Repetition and familiarity are soothing to babies and toddlers. Let her have her way — she'll pick a new favorite soon enough.

Point to pictures.    For your pre-literate baby, illustrations are just as important (sometimes more so) than words. Don't feel you have to read every page every time, but do point at the pictures Look at the green car! Where's the moon? as you flip pages.

Join the public library.    It's a great way to expand your reading repertoire. You can join story-time groups and classes and meet other families.


Take it personally when baby rejects reading.Your infant may have seemed relaxed and ready to settle in to read with you, but after one page he starts squalling. Just put the book aside; he'll have a better moment again soon.

Don't stop your baby from mouthing books.  This is one of the ways your baby explores books; it's part of how she learns about everything in her world.

Don't be surprised when your toddler crawls away.    Two things to remember about a toddler: he is more interested in moving than sitting still, and he can still hear you. Keep reading — he'll come back (and if not, you can try again later).Up little baby

Don't get mad at ripped pages.    Has she ripped off a dinosaur's head?
Don't get upset with her. Babies are stronger than most books!
Plenty of baby-friendly board books are made just for the purpose of being gnawed and chewed.
Just refrain from giving children under 2 pop-up books and from reading goodbooks that you'd like to save for when she's older.
Toddlers may be interested in helping you fix torn books. Keep some tape handy for repairs.

Don't think you have to finish every book you start.   For your baby or toddler, the process is more important than the outcome. You may not have reached the end of the book, but you did share some nice reading time together.

Don't give away baby books prematurely.     Even when he grows into the next stage, he may like to revisit her old, gummed, and torn favorites.

Read at the same pace all the time.     Speed up or slow down, depending on your baby's interest.

Don't underestimate your baby.      You may not be able to see it right away, but your baby is profiting sensually, intellectually, and socially thanks to your reading.
Susan Straub is the director of The Read To Me Program, Inc.
From Parent & Child magazine

                     Thankyou so much for this advice Susan, it was very helpful. x Dodie
always changing. xxx

Must Read Very Heart Touching !!

Taken from my friend Keri's Facebook

I Love You

When you were only 5 years old, I said "I Love You."
You asked me: "What Is It?"

When you were 15 years old,
I said "I Love You."

You blushed, and looked down and smiled..

When you were 20 years old,
I said "I Love You."

You put your head on my shoulder and held my hand, afraid that I might disappear.

When you were 25 years old,
I said "I Love You."

You prepared breakfast and served it, then kissed my forehead and said
"you'd better be quick, I'm going to be late.."

When you were 30 years old,
I said "I Love You."

You said: "If you really love me, please come back early after work.."

When you were 40 years old,
I said "I Love You."

You were cleaning the dining table and said:
"Ok Dear, but it's time for you to help our child with his revision.."

When you were 50 years old,
I said "I Love You."

You were reading and you laughed at me..

When you were 60 years old,
I said "I Love You."

You smiled at me..

When you were 70 years old.
I said "I Love You."

We sitting on the rocking chair with our glasses on..
I'm reading your love letter that you sent me 50 years ago..
With our hand crossing together..

When you were 80 years old, You  said, " I Love You! "
I didn't say anything. " I Cried. "

We may not express it but when we say "I Love You" we want our partner also to say the same... there are many ways of expressing love but nothing can play the same magic that these three words can play when said in return hearts;

So was it the wife or the husband speaking the first but not last verse.

Someday someone you love will say; "I Love You."
The Dragon of Pontybodkin
always changing. xxx


 This homepage is a special one for me because it leads me straight into my love of music and films and all things artistic.There is plenty more to see and hear and read about in all the pages on your left. Enjoy my beauties, you are about to venture into Paradise, you lucky, lucky people.
xxxDodie xxx

The Lyrics to a little song for you to enjoy.


"Going To California"

Spent my days with a woman unkind,
Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine.
Made up my mind to make a new start,
Going To California with an aching in my heart.
Someone told me there's a girl out there
with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.
Took my chances on a big jet plane,
never let them tell you that they're all the same.
The sea was red and the sky was grey,
wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today.
The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake
as the children of the sun began to awake.

Seems that the wrath of the Gods
Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow;
I think I might be sinking.
Throw me a line if I reach it in time
I'll meet you up there where the path
Runs straight and high.

To find a queen without a king,
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings... la la la
Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn
Tryin' to find a woman who's never, never, never been born.
Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams,
Telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.


Dodies Dream World
I wrote the poem below not long after we moved into our house in Sychdyn. It had been empty a while and the garden was in the most dreadful state. Every plant was being choked by it's neighbour, in fact it was so bad we had to wear our motor bike gloves and jacket to keep the thorns off us. but it was worth it. The picture below is of our home now, after all the hard work of making London Road beautiful we moved here to Pontybodkin and once more it took at least three years getting it in to shape..

As I said before I wrote this piece of poetry on the completion of" London Road, Sychdyn.
Sad to say, the house was resold and the garden has vanished, it is all lawn now. It still has a few bits of us there, including our beautiful Cairn Terrier Little Kelly, who passed away and is buried in the garden. Hush, I'm not telling you where. And so even this isn't the garden Sweet Relief was written about, as I said this is the new house we moved to in Pontybodkin. That's myself and my husband at the very top of the back garden. It is all fenced in now, with many birds, foxes, squirrels, mice, a pond that today Match 1st is full of frogs that have just arrived for the spawning. Then there is toads, newts and so many plants and things, some planted by us and others seeded by the birds. If you look at the video below you will see what I mean xxx Dodie
Dodies Dream World. etc.


blue Rose

Strangled by nature, turned brown under sodden strands of wilting yellow.
Choked stems try to reach up to catch hold of the suns powerful rays.
Thorns dig deep into the fragile growth of youth,
gouging out crevasses that will never be healed.
Dying....all around the cries of starvation can be heard on the wind.
Then new voices are heard, hands wrestle with the undergrowth,
pulling, twisting, turning, letting light through to the darkened soil.

Oh sweet relief.... I can feel a breeze upon my face.
Look, look, there is a light. There, high above me, a faint light shining.
Is this me, saved. Are we all to be saved from this hell that has befallen us.
Reach out, reach up, climb the sunbeam to a new life,
stretch your backs, flex your arms, lift your heads high.
Fresh mown hay gives way to a blanket of green.  
Birds sing in the trees above us, bees fly deep into our bellies,
taste the sweet honey which flows freely from within us.

Days pass by, life gets stronger, hearts begin to beat again.
Peach and purple, azure and turquoise, russet and gold.
Colour creeps across the horizon like a rainbow reborn.
Scarlet fuchsia dance gaily above the chamomile lawn.
Tangerine montbretia sway to and fro, like fronds of fire, swaying
beneath the lilac buddleia which is, in turn kissed gently by the painted lady.

Sweet... sweet perfume fills the air, carried on the wind to each hidden corner.
The sickly smell of the honeysuckle tells us that night is descending,
Scented stock adds to the evenings mystic aroma.
Tomorrow we shall awake and feel the dew on our petals,
see the whiteness of the clouds in the summer sky,
feel the softness of the rose petals as they fall upon our delicate blades.

Tomorrow we shall fill our bodies with the silver raindrops
as they fall to the sepia ground beneath our leaves.
Tenderly stretch our roots deeper into the soft earth below.
But now to sleep, to dream in the shadows.
Sleeping quietly, waking sometime, then drifting back to sleep.
The moonlight kisses us whilst we rest, then comes the morning
and we awake knowing we have been blessed. 

blue Rose

Written by Dodie,
©1999 Now  Dorothy Milnes Simm




Try this, it is cool and fun.You won’t believe what happens after you draw a stick man!!



Be Creative With Your Drawing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Cat having a lazy day
Inner Peace for you
If you can start the day without caffeine,

If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,

If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,

If you can eat the same food every day and be grateful for it,

If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you any time,

If you can take criticism and blame without resentment ,

If you can conquer tension without medical help,
If you can relax without liquor,  

If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,



....Then You Are  Probably   The Family's Dog!   



I have just made this new version of some Guitar pickers. I think you should know them all and that you'll agree with me that they are just a little bit "mmmmeeeeeaaaannnnn" But I'm not so sure about this Malmsteen He seems to make a lot of noise but it doesn't meld very well.

A Little bit of Korean Drama

I think I will end up putting this
playlist on every page, sorry but it is soooooooooooooooo good


Listen and be blessed that you are alive and still have your hearing

OMG. It's like I have gone to heaven and returned in the middle of West Africa.

Beach at even-time

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