The snow has melted here but looking out of the window there is snow on the
hills. I was in Yorkshire last night and driving over home over the moors in
the early hours it registered minus five near Huddersfield. A bit warmer for
us over the hill, Bw Sally J
>From: Arthur Seeley <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: Re: New Sub: Tales at my mother's knee: Mi Fust Doll
>Date: Sun, 21 Nov 2004 12:37:32 -0000
>
>Thank you Sally. I get upset when I read this aloud because I can hear my
>Mum's voice telling the tale. Hope ypu are keeping warm over that side of
>the hill. Regards Arthur
>----- Original Message -----
>From: "Sally James" <[log in to unmask]>
>To: <[log in to unmask]>
>Sent: Sunday, November 21, 2004 12:15 PM
>Subject: Re: New Sub: Tales at my mother's knee: Mi Fust Doll
>
>
> > Arthur this is absolutely lovely, You have really got into your mother's
> > voice and it is written as if a woman had writen it. I think everyone
>woman
> > remembers her first doll and especially in those circumstances. I love
>poems
> > that not only speak in the local dialect but also tell the reader
>something
> > of the social history of the time and this does this so very well. I
> > remember my first doll too, A rag doll who I really loved and she got
>lost
> > somehow. Guess my mother through her away because she was so dirty and
> > ragged. Impossible to think that a child could get so attached to a toy
>but
> > I really loved my first doll too so can identify. bw Sally J
> >
> > >From: Arthur Seeley <[log in to unmask]>
> > >Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
> > >To: [log in to unmask]
> > >Subject: New Sub: Tales at my mother's knee: Mi Fust Doll
> > >Date: Fri, 19 Nov 2004 16:49:52 -0000
> > >
> > >Tales at my mother's knee: Mi Fust Doll.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >Sometimes things wuh really hard
> > >
> > >like the time yuh Granma wuh having our Leonard.
> > >
> > >Yuh Grandad wuh outa wuk agen,
> > >
> > >so our Albert and me wuh teken
> > >
> > >and put in a home, just for a while,
> > >
> > >till yuh Grandma wuh well agin.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >They dint bother about us in them days
> > >
> > >an' we wuh put in different homes.
> > >
> > >Albert wuh 8 and Ah wuh 6
> > >
> > >Oh, they wuh nice enough. Clean,
> > >
> > >a bit holy and a bit bossy
> > >
> > >and we got fed and looked after.
> > >
> > >Though Ah missed me Mam and our Albert.
> > >
> > >Ah never saw much of mi Dad anyroad
> > >
> > >so that wuh no loss.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >It wuh close to Chrismus
> > >
> > >an this lady cem and assed me
> > >
> > >wot I wanted fuh Chrismus.
> > >
> > >I wuh speechless.
> > >
> > >Ah'd niver been assed afore,
> > >
> > >no, nor given nowt nawther.
> > >
> > >Chrismus, we wuh lucky
> > >
> > >to have a fire in't grate
> > >
> > >never mind stockings hung up.
> > >
> > >Anyroad I just blurted out, sudden like,
> > >
> > >'A doll, please'.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >Nowt more wuh sed
> > >
> > >but cum Christmas morn,
> > >
> > >there wuh me stockin',
> > >
> > >wi' a doll in it, arms and head stuck out like,
> > >
> > >an' an orange, an' a new penny,
> > >
> > >reet dahn in't toe.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >Ah wuh fair clemmed up.
> > >
> > >Ah wuh that 'appy ah cried
> > >
> > >Mi fust doll!
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >A little nurse wi' a white pinny, shi wa,
> > >
> > >and a hat wi' a red cross on it.
> > >
> > >It wunt pot nor owt like that,
> > >
> > >she wuh stuffed, wi' painted eyes,
> > >
> > >and a queer pinched-in nose
> > >
> > >and a bright red mouth.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >Ah called her Anna and she wuh luvly.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >Ah loved that doll, do yuh knaw,
> > >
> > >She wuh nowt special really
> > >
> > >but she wuh mine and ah coomed 'er 'air.
> > >
> > >even though it wuh just a bit stuck on wi gloo.
> > >
> > >Ah coomed it and coomed it
> > >
> > >an' sang to her
> > >
> > >until ah think thuh wuh only three 'airs left at finish up,
> > >
> > >but mi comb ran through 'em, smooith as silk.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >Ah took 'er wi me
> > >
> > >when mi Dad cem fuh mi to tek me home
> > >
> > >an' ah kept her mony a year
> > >
> > >but lost her when we moved up to Ogden Foot.
> > >
> > >Got misplaced in't flittin', ah suppose.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >Ah've 'ad other dolls since then, lots on 'em
> > >
> > >an' I suppose shi wuh an ugly little thing
> > >
> > >to other fowk's eyes, mi fust doll,
> > >
> > >but she wuh bootiful to me.
> >
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