Yesterday was such a beautiful day, autumn chill in the air, but warm sunshine and virtually no wind.
Our minister preached his sermon on the passage from the Gospel according to St. Matthew which told of Joseph of Aramathea taking Jesus from the cross and placing Him in his new tomb, wrapping him in cloths.
Additionally yesterday was All Saints Day.
He used passages from Gray’s elegy written in a country churchyard, which churchyard may have been like our own, to illustrate many of his points. I came home and found the poetry book which I used at school – A Poets Quair edited by Rintoul and Skinner and read the poem again. I was going to type it out to put here but it is somewhat long.
The interesting thing about this poetry book is that one of the editors was the father of a friend of mine at school (she is still a friend). He taught English at George Watson’s Boys College and we went to the sister school, The Mary Erskine School for Girls (now part of a conglomerate of 3 schools and called Erskine Stewarts Melville). These schools were and are in Edinburgh.
Later on in the day, TBSITW came with the new addition to her family, a rescue dog because she was not sure how the dog would cope with fireworks. I had a hide chew for her, and she took it from me, but then spent most of the next half an hour pacing round the room. After she had let me stroke her several times she suddenly decided it was all right here and settled down to give the chew laldy. I am so glad she settled, and perhaps she will find the next visit easier.
It is not easy for an older (she is about 2 ½ ) dog to adjust to rehoming, with all the new things she has to learn. She is a lovely dog with a good nature and certainly gets on with the other dog. So time, the great healer, will do its work.
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I went for years and years confusing Gray's Elegy with 'The Deserted Village'. My excuse is that I did leave school in 1954!!! Ignorance is.....
Ah, of course, I am so much younger than you.
I left in 1958.
(quiet giggle)
My favourite poet is Tennyson, I was given a copy of his book by my nan who was born in 1897 and concidentally that was when the book was published. I love sitting quietly and visualising the scenes he sets with his words.
Will have to look at gray's elegy, I am not familiar with it..
Arrrggghhh..... I failed my English 4th year exam by attributing "The Deserted Village" to the wrong author (other than that slight mistake, I thought I'd done a good appreciation). I never forgave my teacher as it meant I was put down a class for my last year in school. Thanks for reminding me, Dickiebo!!!
PS - Elaine, Mr Rintoul taught at Daniel Stewarts College. Le chef can testify to that.
You are right about the school; I had misremembered and omitted to check my facts.
'Misremembered'? Well, I guess we are always larnin'! 'Misremembered'. What a word.
Giving it laldy - I haven't hear that expression in years, in spite of being married to a Scot!
I used to loathe poetry at school. Do you suppose it's something you learn to appreciate with age, because now I love it.
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