The Keeping Room: Happy Anniversary to my #1 and his love!

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Happy Anniversary to my #1 and his love!

Happy Second Wedding Anniversary

September 29, 2007

Lisa & Cameron

on the way to their wedding reception

...looking in the same direction...

Much love from Graystone Cottage!

6 comments:

Tess Kincaid said...: What a handsome couple! Happy Anniversary!!; September 30, 2009 at 8:51 AM
PhilipH said...: I mean this in a nice way: he does look very serious, determined and almost fierce in this photo. Or is it just my cock-eyed way of seeing things?

Happy 2nd Anniversary (Cotton, I believe?)

Our 51st was in July this year! Golden+1; September 30, 2009 at 11:30 AM
Michael said...: Happy anniversary to Cameron & Lisa...I love unposed photos, especially at weddings and christenings.
Tell your 'car guys' that the car on the left is a Ford Anglia 105E and the other car is a Singer Vogue...plenty of info on the interweb..laughing.
My first car was a second hand Anglia and saw me through my student days...and taught me a lot about car mechanics too.
Stay well Marnie.; September 30, 2009 at 12:00 PM
FireLight said...: Willow, it was a long awaited event...and just the the most joyous day! #1 almost had me convinced he would always be single!

Phillip, my first born son is fierce in his loyalty to family, friends, and country...and certainly to be a happy person. He decided in hgh school that his motto would be, "No regrets!"

Michael, we had it right on the Anglia, but the Singer had us stumped!
Our photographers, a married couple, did capture some lovely images of the sights and colors and moods of the day.
The header is a close up of the floral decorations hanging in the windows of the chapel and were designed and made by the bride's sister-in-law.; September 30, 2009 at 1:06 PM
Unknown said...: Hello FireLight,

You have a family month with this anniversary and 'pumpkin's' birthday coming up! I'm sure you'll enjoy it all.

Thanks for commenting on my 'treasure' post. Glad your student picked up on the news and you were able to read all about it. Great that it was appropriate for your recent language topic too. Now, what anglo-saxon literature ought I to have read?!; October 1, 2009 at 5:51 AM
Lyn said...: It's never too late to wish happiness..so be it!!
Beautiful photo!; October 7, 2009 at 3:04 PM

Here is what I often call Crumbly Gingerbread

I found the recipe on a postcard I sent home to a friend when I visited Grasmere in 1986. This is very close to the gingerbread sold at St. Oswald's church there in Grasmere. This is marvelous with your hot tea. The real secret is adding the sugar at the very last-not blending it with the margerine. I use either a fork or pastry blender to "rub" in the margarine with flour and oats. I have copied it as it appeared on the postcard and added my American interpretation of measurements for certain ingredients.

9 oz brown wheatmeal flour
(1 rounded cup wholewheat flour)
3 oz porridge oats
(1/2 cup Three Minute Quaker oats)
3/4 level tsp bicarbonate of soda
1 1/2 level tsp cream of tartar
3 level teaspoons ground ginger
9 oz hard margarine
(1 to 1 1/2 sticks od Parkay-the less you use, the more crumbly the texture)
9 oz soft brown sugar
(1 rounded cup)

Set oven to 325 degrees or Mark 3. Well grease a shallow tin 14" by 9". Put flour, oats, bicarbonate of soda, cream of tartar, and ginger in a bowl. Add the margarine cut into small pieces. Rub in well with fingertips until the mixture resembles breadcrumbs. Stir in sugar. Put into tin and press down firmly with a floured fork. Bake for 20 to 30 minutes until pale brown. Cut into squares whilst warm and leave in tin until completely cold. Keeps well in airtight tin.

The Secret Heart

Here is my Valentine to every parent who remembers looking on a sleeping child...and lingering in the moment....
Enjoy & linger,
Firelight

by Robert P. Tristram Coffin

Across the years he could recall
His father one way best of all.
In the stillest hour of night
The boy awakened to a light.

Half in dreams, he saw his sire
With his great hands full of fire.
The man had struck a match to see
If his son slept peacefully.

He held his palms each side the spark
His love had kindled in the dark.
His two hands were curved apart
In the semblance of a heart.

He wore, it seemed to his small son,
A bare heart on his hidden one,
A heart that gave out such a glow
No son awake could bear to know.

It showed a look upon a face
Too tender for the day to trace.
One instant, it lit all about,
And then the secret heart went out.

But it shone long enough for one
To know that hands held up the sun.

May 20th is the 400th Anniversary of the Publication of Shakespeare's Sonnets: Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! It is an ever fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
William Shakespeare

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Happy Anniversary to my #1 and his love!

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