Tuesday 27 December 2011

Christmas Blog – 2011

This blog will also be instead of many ‘Facebook’ postings. Photographically this blog follows on from ‘The Blog Before Christmas’, with a photograph of the Christmas wreath that Irene placed on her Dad’s grave on the 10th of December.


This sombre occasion was followed by a happier photo-shoot of Joni, Fiona and Tay. Suffice it to say that Tay, being a young cat, was far too playful to cooperate in such an activity.

No, they are not poking the cat with a stick
On the 14th we had strange encounters. Irene has a friend who has severe depression. The only visiting hours at the hospital were at night. The ladies left me alone and went off to the ward. Although the entrance hall was large and modern and it was only 7.00 pm, there was a lonesome eeriness about it. As soon as I sat still to read my book the lights went out. The only sound was the hum of the vending machines. I was then aware of strange figures appearing like performers coming on to a stage. The first one unexpectedly decided to buy me a coffee and then leave. A limping man dragged a pile of plastic sacks across the ‘stage’ and then left. Two more gentlemen appeared and came towards me. One of the men spoke to me. His voice was slurred. He tried to explain that he was a preacher. “You know, ‘of the good news’, ‘of righteousness’, ‘of the gospel’ etc.) He boasted that he used to earn £1000 a month and now he only earned £500. His friend added that he was baptised as Samson – you know, the world’s strongest man. As they left I reflected that the staff must think that some of the inmates were safe enough to wander about. Now, the limping man returned. He sat next to me with all his worldly good gathered around him in a few plastic sacks. He told me that he was going home and about the misunderstandings that had led him to be in hospital in the first place.

The evening of jollity was not over. My party returned and in our desperate rush failed in our first attempt to get out. At the same time another crowd were trying to get in. Eventually someone (I don’t know if this was a patient or member of staff) told us that at night the pairs of doors open more slowly so that patients can’t get out in a group. Someone had to be the guinea pig. So, it was not long before I was standing in the space between the two pairs of doors. Once I had explained, by gestures, to those trying to get in, that they need to back off, I made my exit. A raggle-taggle of visitors, ex-inmates and perhaps current ones followed us and we made reasonably speedy exit from the car park.

Christmas celebrations really began for us on 16th December. This was the Friday night group's Christmas dance. This was well attended, good fun and had a Dutch buffet. On the 17th the staff of ‘Stanton Hall Care Home’  made a special effort to take all the residents out for a Christmas dinner at the ‘The Risely Park’.


I am so glad that I have the camera!
This was a really big logistical operation involving a large number of people, some with dementia and other in wheel chairs and a small coach making three journeys between the home and the restaurant. Our friend Margaret thoroughly enjoyed the whole event and felt obliged to give a speech of thanks at the end.

We made our Christmas visit to Irene’s mum on the following day and shared our presents. In the afternoon we went on to visit our friends Liz and Martin. It was good to catch up on the news.

The weekend continued with a Christmas carol service at the Haven Church, which had a fun reconstruction (or was it a destruction) of the Christmas story.

On Monday Joni started his new job at a call centre. We hope that this is the start of his working life in Nottingham. He and Fiona have been picking up work with ‘Occasions’ catering. http://www.freeindex.co.uk/profile(occasions-catering)_78627.htm. We had an interesting story about catering at the Nottingham Deaf Institute. After the meal came the speeches, and, you’ve guessed it, this is when silence descended as the speakers used sign language. Strangely, the caterers also went silent, but had to be careful not get in front of the ‘speaker’.

Today, Wednesday we did our big Christmas shop. We noticed that people were buying food as if the shops would be closed until well into the New Year. However, we had to count ourselves amongst the ‘people’. As we sat drinking our coffee and scoffing our éclair (me) and carrot cake (Irene) we reflected on the only sign of austerity visible and this was that Asda had significantly less decorations up than previous years. Were they setting us an example or were they sharing in our pain; after all ‘we are all in it together’.

A major project for me, in these, holiday days has been digitizing our vinyl records. To do this I have attached a deck to my computer and downloaded a program called ‘Audacity’. It is quite fun to watch the wave forms appear on the screen and I have developed a speedy technique of splitting the wave pattern into tracks, labelling them and exporting them to ‘Windows Media Player’. However, it is a slow process; it has to be done in real time. It is also necessary to monitor during recording, in case the needle sticks on the record. (It is sometimes possible to nudge the needle on and avoid repeats.) Even when the record is digitized there is a lengthy process of ‘tagging’ them to create albums that will appear in media player library.

What has been fun is to catalogue them; sometimes this is done while the records are playing into the computer. There is a great deal of nostalgia as the record information is studied and a certain reflection of the silliness behind buying certain records. (I sense the need for a special blog.)

Thursday evening was followed by a church group Christmas party. Close behind the wonderful food was the inevitable game of ‘Trivial Pursuit’ (1986 version). A least, this time one team (I shall not boast about whose) completed the six questions, got to the middle, but could not convert the try.

Friday morning was our last shopping day. This was a vegetable trip to Stapleford. We also wandered around the town looking for Christmas cake decorations. We ended up at a garden centre. I loved the little ‘Christmas Town’ figures, but we finished up buying a bird box with a robin on it. It looks fine on the cake.

Christmas Eve was the day of preparation and we did manage to go out to a final carol service at the Baptist church. The church was packed and candle lit. However, the technology let them down; lights went on and there was a mad frenzy of giving out a few hymn books. It would have taken a Jesus miracle to share so few with so many. However, a miracle came about and we were back to candles and the overhead projector. It was a jolly service. 


Irene and I had time for our own festivities. At this time Joni was joining in the ‘Danish’ festivities at Fiona’s home. He was not too late back.

By the end of the 24th we were ready for Christmas

The Christmas Cakes
Detail from the Christmas Scene

The Christmas Tree
 
Joni's Advent Calendar
Father Christmas was Assembled on Christmas Morning

And so to Christmas morning. Put out the sack/do not put out the sack? Out came the sacks. One of them is now 40 years old. The plan was to have the same number of presents for each of us present on Christmas morning, but each family group was to have the same number of presents. I think that we worked the plan well.

This Christmas was to be more adventurous with the dinner. We had duck. This was a corporate effort, with a little bit of division of opinion. However, it all came out well and this was the most animal fat that we have consumed in a fair while. Our traditional Christmas pudding followed this time with pouring ‘Bailey’s’ cream, as well as the brandy butter.


The Duck
Later in the day Fiona joined us and we did a present swap. Sometimes you should be careful what you wish for. I was overheard saying that I would like to do another 3000 piece jigsaw. This is exactly what Fiona and Joni gave me. I will look forward to doing it on our return from NZ. Many thanks.


Sharing Presents with Joni and Fiona
During the day we spoke to Joe and Julia on the phone. They are looking forward to moving into a bigger place so that, maybe, they can house more stuff. We had texts from Izzie and Iona. We followed this with a phone call to Tim and all the family. They sounded like they were having a great Christmas at home. In the evening Sally managed to Skype us and we could see the girls, Zoe and Emily, who showed us their Christmas presents. However, I had to leave the conversation early as the Christmas ‘Doctor Who’ started. It was a case of you can catch up with family, but not with ‘Doctor Who’. It’s a time warp thing.

Food sort of came and went during the evening around a game of ‘Cranium’. This game takes super intelligence to know how to make someone else move like a puppet. Believe it. There was no way Irene could get me to be an air-guitar playing puppet.


Fiona was much better as a puppet than I was
On Boxing Day the weather was almost superb. In fact in Aberdeen it was 15 C. Irene and I went a walk around Stapleford Hill and made something of a hash of finding our way back to Coventry Lane.


Should there be pipes across a footpath?

Christmas Colour in the Walled Garden
In the afternoon we watched ‘Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets’.  We then went on to watch ‘Home Alone’. And so Boxing Day came to an end.

The next day it was when leaving for the Dales' that I discovered an enormous puddle of water in the garage. I figured that it might have come from the car. The water bottles were found to be full and so I thought that it might have been due to water collecting in the car after the recent heavy rain. And so, we set off to see our friends, spending a pleasant hour or so with them. They had plenty of news to share. Some of it we found most surprising. (There might be more later.)


In the evening it was our turn to host our other Ilkeston friends, Jan and Lawrence. This was another opportunity for exchanging presents, enjoying a good meal and catching up with friends.


Wednesday was a time for topping up the fridge ready for our day with Tim and Isla. Once again the garage was flooded. So, what was the pattern to this phenomena? Although the water was centred on the floor I spotted traces of water at the back of the garage. It was then that I had an epiphany. The one thing that we were doing that we do not normally do was to use the dishwasher. My first thought was that the pipe from the dishwasher had come out of the waste pipe.


Once back from shopping I removed everything from the back of the garage. It was then I discovered a pipe end hanging in the air. Problem solved. When I told Irene she remembered me asking her to remind me to replace the dishwasher pipe after I had completed the garage redecorating. So, I can't take all the blame. At the time of writing I do not know whether the problem is cured. I am reasonably confident, but tomorrow will tell.


On Thursday Tim, Isla and the girls came for the day. Joni and Fiona were with us. Our festivities started with Christmas photos.


Christmas photo. Notice the brother with the same cardigans
This was followed by mulled (non-alcoholic) wine and warm mince pies. Who knows how difficult it is to pour warm wine into a small cup containing two segments of orange. For me it was a disaster, but only Irene noticed, as did the kitchen table, the floor and anything else in the area. I am now banned from the kitchen. 


For dinner Irene served up a very nice piece of beef and plenty of trimmings. I was going to carve the beef with our electric carving knife, but, as you know, I am banned.


Before eating dinner came our traditional wave to New Zealand. Perhaps we should do the hukka http://youtu.be/gUgKPyy_tlA next year.


Greetings to our family in NZ

After this followed another exchange of presents.

The girls making balloon things
During the afternoon the girls visited my railway and added some of my new scenics to the layout. Strangely, they removed the mountain climbing pigs and the Doctor Who tree monster.


More food followed and then the party broke up. Irene and I played the new game that Tim and Isla gave me. It is a very clever 'strategy' game. Irene could not get her head round it, but she won both times. Joni and Fiona went out. We watched 'Alice Through the Looking Glass' and Joni came back.


On Friday Jenny and Francis came over for tea/coffee and mince pies (we had four left). This was a pleasant morning listening to the Luckcocks. It is a while since we have spent so much time having a conversation with them even though they are our friends from next door.

The last 2011 events we have are a visit to Irene's mum tomorrow and the New Years Eve dance at the Washington Drive Community Centre, which will take us nicely into the new year.


A HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM IRENE (the editor) AND ME (the author).

Wednesday 7 December 2011

The Blog Before Christmas


2011 Dec Blog
Oh! to be able to keep up with a regular blog. I can’t say that updating Facebook has consumed much of my time. I have given time to the New Stapleford Community Centre website http://newscomcen.co.uk/ and have spent some time on my own website and associated gallery http://www.theoaksphotos.com/ and http://gallery.theoaksphotos.com/#home. In fact my website has been radically transformed and is on its way to becoming more like a blog.

The other factor that has reduced blogging is that our outings and photographic expeditions have reduced in number since 22nd October, as the weather has begun to change and possibly SAD has kicked in. SAD is more probably more accurately spelled CBB (can’t be bothering.)

However, a number of things have happened and some photographs have been taken since the wedding.


On the 25th October it was Irene’s birthday. Sally sent a very colourful and useful gift. There was a trip to the garden centre and then we celebrated the occasion by an evening meal with Jan and Lawrence at Bartlewood Lodge carvery. It was a dark, wet evening. The queues were long the food was a reasonable price and good.

Our next event was the bonfire. Each year the council allow us to have a bonfire on the allotment. This year it was on bonfire night. We burn the old wood that has been stored throughout the year and Irene adds the branches from the pruning that she does as the fire blazes. The fire was quite small this year, but burned furiously. We left as the fire burned out and the rain came.

Early in December Joni and Fiona returned. They did very well in bringing a largish van load of possessions all the way from Scotland. Most of them are stored in Fiona’s parents’ double garage, but we have a fair amount of them stored in various parts of the house. To celebrate their safe return we took them to Bartlewood; this time we went at lunch, which was quieter. Fiona stayed with her parents for a week, returned to complete some work and returned with their car a little while ago.

During the time Fiona was away we went on an expedition to find a model railway in Cromford. This was because dancing friends said that we should visit. However, what none of us knew was that the exhibition was only open in the summer months. We walked along the Cromford Canal, stopping only to snap the village rugby match, but the growing cold and fading light bought an end to our walk.


On the 24th we had another visit to Nottingham University. The lighting was good and squirrels were posing.


 

The main purpose of the visit was to see the Lowry exhibition in the Arts Centre Gallery. In case you do not know, Lowry has been accused of only being able to paint matchstick figures. He is however a very skilled draftsman with a good understanding of composition. He portrays the industrial scene of is day with feeling and a degree of accuracy (although this cannot always be trusted as he uses objects as metaphors). It is unlikely that such an exhibition will be staged again in the near future as many works have been loaned from numerous private collections. This was a unique opportunity and gave us much to ponder on. We also learned a word; 'quotidian' which is an adjective meaning 'ordinary, common place...'

By 25th November I was satisfied that the Bexton sidings were complete and dragged a studio light up to the loft to make a photographic record. The little engine and its livestock wagons do not go far. From the sidings they travel into a tunnel under the back of the main line and out along a bland piece of track to terminate at the abattoir station before reversing back empty for the next load of livestock.


On the 1st December we braved a trip to Nottingham to do some non-online Christmas shopping and to choose before purchasing some things online. It was cold but the sun was bright with plenty of blue. While taking a photograph to show the brightness of the sky the bottom half of the picture was in shade. I used the computer to convert this part to black and white. I feel that this enhances the contrast.



Having staggered through a couple of shops by 12 o’clock we were about ready for our annual Christmas coffee in ‘Waterstones’. Fortunately they house a ‘Costa’ café which did a beautiful triple chocolate muffin full of rich chocolate sauce. 





We did a very good deal on a book at the same time and selected another book for online shopping. After our break we headed for ‘Market Square’, passed the colourful cabin shops (German Market) and were awed by the high flying, rotating ride.


 


In contrast to the Christmas shopping rush was the ‘Occupy Nottingham’ camp. This was tidily arranged in a corner of the square and occupied by a fair number of anti-capitalist protesters.


From here we headed on up to the Victoria Shopping Centre. On the way, at one spot, autumn colours were still in evidence and I photographed the scene and posterized the image to intensify the colours.
Victoria Centre was busy and decorated for Christmas.


 

They have a good indoor market. I could have spent a fortune on CDs of bygone pop music. Irene did her purchases while I photographed colourful market stall scenes.
















From the shops we headed for the ‘Nottingham Contemporary’ 


(http://www.nottinghamcontemporary.org/). A German artist called Klaus Weber was exhibiting in all four galleries. We were impressed by his ‘honey pictures’. Yes, true, the media was honey. The two works of art have to be kept perfectly flat and not shaken in transit as the honey would move. The idea of the pictures was to show scenes of cooperative human activity using the product of social honey bees. The artist also had curated two other galleries. He had chosen pieces from the basements of other galleries; in particular, the ‘Science Museum’ and the ‘Tate’. His plan was to exhibit them creatively so that the visitor would have to interact with pieces and look for patterns in the arrangements. We were fascinated by such things as amphora being displayed on red plastic buckets and a bison head being displayed in its wooden packing case. At the end of the last gallery was the artist’s collection of statues of monkeys staring at human skulls or sitting on books. Apparently some artist had created one to mock Darwin’s Theory of Evolution and copies were made, each slightly different. Each object was perched on its own transparent tower and there was a feeling that this was a single act of worship, but we were able to wander amongst them (but not towing the shopping trolley behind us). We were left wondering what Klaus Weber’s view of evolution was. Then it was time to go home.


Two days later, a little later than planned, Irene and I put the allotment to bed. For me this meant emptying the shed. Cleaning it out, cleaning, oiling and replacing our tools to survive the winter until work begins again in March 2012.



It feels distinctly like winter, although we lack the snow of last year. I end this blog with my latest picture, showing storm clouds near the house. I like the contrast between the darkness and the sunlight.