[lat.: commoneo- to put in mind, sich an etwas erinnern, zu Gemüte führen.]

31. Dezember 2015

The last day of 2015. The 300th post. Bedtimes scenes -and a big ThankYou

"Writen in english. M -e-r-r-y Ch-r-istm-a-s!" - " From where??"

"Sasha Village!?" -"Our friends over the ocean" - "Home of the famous HotHoney" - "Great!"

"Yes Sara, we got so nice friends in Great Britain!" - "Here's more ..."

" A BOOK!!" - Was für eins?... Sorry. What title?"

"Le petit prince. The little prince. Von Exupéry. DER KLEINE PRINZ, in german!"

"Oh, I love it so much. Shall I read for you?"


 ... Der Fuchs verstummte und schaute den Prinzen lange an: "Bitte ... zähme mich!" sagte er.
"Ich möchte wohl", antwortete der kleine Prinz, "aber ich habe nicht viel Zeit. 
Ich muß Freunde finden und viele Dinge kennenlernen."

"Man kennt nur die Dinge, die man zähmt", sagte der Fuchs. 
"Die Menschen haben keine Zeit mehr, irgend etwas kennenzulernen. 
Sie kaufen sich alles fertig in den Geschäften. 
Aber da es keine Kaufläden für Freunde gibt, haben die Leute keine Freunde mehr. 
Wenn du einen Freund willst, so zähme mich!"
"Was muß ich da tun?" sagte der kleine Prinz.
"Du mußt sehr geduldig sein", antwortete der Fuchs... 

  "Hier mein Geheimnis. Es ist ganz einfach: 

man sieht nur mit dem Herzen gut. 

Das Wesentliche ist für die Augen unsichtbar."

***

Thanks so much, Dee and all of The Village for this wonderful book!

30. Dezember 2015

Bedtime scenes

"Let me see..." - "Loovely!" 
"Morgan! You're wearing  MY pyjama bottoms. Sock it to me."
"Did you see that? We've got a NEW pram."
"Now please. Let ME shake it ..."
"I love that chair, it's just perfect for having unusual dreams!"
... poke ... push... 
"See! We've got a parcel. 
Mr.Digne says it's for us!"





27. Dezember 2015

Informing


"Nice to see you. Really.
 But the Adventcalendar is completely open now
 ...as I told you yesterday and the day before! 

Even if you are 27 siblings, dolls, bears, sheep, cat, rat, snowmen and ...figures  here,
 there is NO window 27!"

(... previous windows)

23. Dezember 2015

Epilog*


"You're playing the whole Dickens Carol, Paola! What a success!"
"Äh -no. Not really. We only have a rehearsal for the first stave, as you know. No idea what happend afterwards..."

22. Dezember 2015

A Christmas Carol *8 The End

 “I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. 
I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. 
The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me.
 I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. 
Oh, tell me, Spirit, I may sponge away this picture!”

In his agony, he caught the spectral hand. It sought to free itself, but he was strong in his entreaty, 
and detained it.  The Spirit, stronger yet, repulsed him ...
... but then it shrunk, collapsed, and dwindled down into...  a candle ... AND ...
"I am here! HOME! The shadows of the things that would have been, may be dispelled. They will be. I know they will!"
"I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future!” Scrooge repeated “The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. Heaven, and the Christmas Time be praised for this!"
"I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a schoolboy. I am as giddy as a drunken man.
 "It’s Christmas Day!” said Scrooge to himself. “I haven’t missed it. The Spirits have done it all in one night. They can do anything they like. Of course they can. Of course they can. Whoop!”
Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more; 
and to Tiny Tim, who did not die, he was a second father. 
He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man, as the good old city knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough, in the good old world.

Some people laughed to see the alteration in him, but he let them laugh, and little heeded them; for he was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset; and knowing that such as these would be blind anyway, he thought it quite as well that they should wrinkle up their eyes in grins, as have the malady in less attractive forms.



His own heart laughed: 

and that was quite enough for him. 

 

 Einige Leute lachten, als sie ihn so verändert sahen; aber er ließ sie lachen und kümmerte sich wenig darum, denn er war klug genug, zu wissen, daß nichts Gutes in dieser Welt geschehen kann, worüber nicht von vornherein einige Leute lachen müssen: 
und da er wußte, daß solche Leute doch blind bleiben würden, so dachte er bei sich, es wäre besser, sie legten ihre Gesichter durch Lachen in Falten,
 als daß sie es auf weniger anziehende Weise täten. 
Sein eigenes Herz lachte, und damit war er vollauf zufrieden.


Many thanks to Charles Dickens, who -as everybody knows - is the author of the original "Ghost Story of Christmas":

A Christmas Carol *7

The Phantom was shrouded in a deep black garment, which concealed its head, its face, its form, and left nothing of it visible save one outstretched hand, its mysterious presence filled him with a solemn dread.

“I am in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come?” said Scrooge. The Spirit answered not, but pointed onward with its hand.

 “Lead on!” said Scrooge.

“Lead on! The night is waning fast, and it is precious time to me, I know. Lead on, Spirit!”

  The scene had changed, and Scrooge glanced round the room in obedience to a secret impulse, anxious to know what kind of room it was.

He almost touched a coffin on which, beneath a ragged sheet, there lay a something covered up, which, though it was dumb, announced itself in awful language. 
Unwatched, unwept, uncared for, was the body of a man.

“Spirit!” he said, “this is a fearful place. In leaving it, I shall not leave its lesson, trust me. Let us go!”
Still the Ghost pointed with an unmoved finger to the head.
“I understand you,” Scrooge returned, “and I would do it, if I could. But I have not the power, Spirit... ”
“I am the man! Spirit!” he cried, "Hear me! I am not the man I was. I will not be the man I must have been but for this intercourse. Why show me this, if I am past all hope!”
“Men’s courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead,” said Scrooge.
“But if the courses be departed from, the ends will change. Say it is thus with what you show me!”

 "Assure me, Spirit,  that I yet may change these shadows you have shown me, by an altered life!”

20. Dezember 2015

Offtopic

Photographed from the birth anouncement; for all who take an interest in the Remusfamily.
Have a relaxed Advent-Evening!

19. Dezember 2015

A Christmas Carol *6

“And how did little Tim behave?” asked Mrs. Cratchit.  - “As good as gold,” said Bob,  “and better!"




“Hurrah! Come in!” cried the two young Cratchits, who were everywhere at once.
Then ...oh, a wonderful pudding! Bob Cratchit said, and calmly too, that he regarded it as the greatest success achieved by Mrs. Cratchit since their marriage.
It was succeeded by a breathless pause ...
   ... as Mrs. Cratchit, looking slowly all along the carving-knife, prepared to plunge it in the pudding; but when she did, one murmur of delight arose all round the board...

“A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us!”
Which all the family re-echoed.
“God bless us every one!” said Tiny Tim, the last of all.

“Spirit,” said Scrooge, with an interest he had never felt before,
 “tell me if Tiny Tim will live.” - “I see a vacant seat,” replied the Ghost, “in the poor chimney-corner, and a crutch without an owner, carefully preserved. If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, the child will die.”

“No, no,” said Scrooge. “Oh, no, kind Spirit! say he will be spared.”
“If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, none other of my race,”
returned the Ghost, “will find him here. What then? If he be like to die, he had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.”

Scrooge hung his head to hear his own words quoted by the Spirit, and was overcome with penitence and grief.

“Man,” said the Ghost, “if man you be in heart, not adamant, forbear that wicked cant until you have discovered What the surplus is, and Where it is. Will you decide what men shall live, what men shall die? It may be, that in the sight of Heaven, you are more worthless and less fit to live than millions like this poor man’s child!” 

 

Many thanks to Charles Dickens, who -as everybody knows - is the author of the original "Ghost Story of Christmas":
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/46/46-h/46-h.htm

 

18. Dezember 2015

A Christmas Carol *5

The Phantom was shrouded in a deep black garment, which concealed its head, its face, its form, and left nothing of it visible save one outstretched hand, its mysterious presence filled him with a solemn dread.

“I am in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come?” said Scrooge. The Spirit answered not, but pointed onward with its hand.

 “Lead on!” said Scrooge.

“Lead on! The night is waning fast, and it is precious time to me, I know. Lead on, Spirit!”

  The scene had changed, and Scrooge glanced round the room in obedience to a secret impulse, anxious to know what kind of room it was.

He almost touched a coffin on which, beneath a ragged sheet, there lay a something covered up, which, though it was dumb, announced itself in awful language. 

Unwatched, unwept, uncared for, was the body of a man.

“Spirit!” he said, “this is a fearful place. In leaving it, I shall not leave its lesson, trust me. Let us go!”
Still the Ghost pointed with an unmoved finger to the head.
“I understand you,” Scrooge returned, “and I would do it, if I could. But I have not the power, Spirit... ”
“I am the man! Spirit!” he cried, "Hear me! I am not the man I was. I will not be the man I must have been but for this intercourse. Why show me this, if I am past all hope!”
“Men’s courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead,” said Scrooge.
“But if the courses be departed from, the ends will change. Say it is thus with what you show me!”

 "Assure me, Spirit,  that I yet may change these shadows you have shown me, by an altered life!”

A Christmas Carol *4

  “Bear but a touch of my hand there,”

said the Spirit, laying it upon his heart,

“and you shall be upheld in more than this!" 

As the words were spoken, they passed through the wall ...

“Good Heaven! It's ME as a young child. And why, it’s Uncle Dick! It’s dear old honest Uncle Dick Wilkens!"
"Yes, yes, I know! One Christmas time, when yonder solitary child was left here all alone, he did come!"
"Say that his power lies in words and looks; in things so slight and insignificant that it is impossible to add and count ’em up: what then? The happiness he gives, is quite as great as if it cost a fortune.”

Then he was conscious of being exhausted, and overcome by an irresistible drowsiness; and, further, of being in his own room again. Had barely time to reel to the chair, before he sank into a heavy sleep.