Posts Tagged ‘history’
a ford in the river 5-3
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April 18’s virtual bike ride took me through the town of Le Gué d’Alleré. A ‘gué’ is a place on a river where the water is shallow enough to allow easy passage, in other words, a ford.
The river in Le Gué d’Alleré was so shallow, it had no water at all. I know this river sometimes holds water since there is an image embedded in Street View showing the river full of water!
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When I was young, we often visited my grandfather’s farm in Nova Scotia. One of the places I remember well was the ford across the stream at the end of his road. The water was shallow at this spot and people from the community would bring their cars to the ford to wash them. It would not have been good for the environment. Soap suds and leaking oil and gasoline would pollute the downstream water, probably harming the aquatic life, including the fish people liked to catch.
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at the intersection
of the lane and the County Road,
a ford crossed the stream–
flat stones and riffles
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in the shade of serviceberry and maple
we watched as distant cousins
washed their cars,
all suds and Daisies
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then took clean cars
further down the road
(further down the stream),
for an hour of fishing
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Best View: an image from my memory …
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
sculpting land and trees
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During my virtual travels in France, I have noticed the way nature has been modified to suit people. We do this in North America too, pruning trees to take elaborate shapes, pulling weeds and planting domesticated plants, modifying the edges of lakes to be more ‘beach-like’, straightening watercourses, and so on.
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In France, I have particularly noticed how canal-like the watercourses are in the area of La Venise Verte. This is a result of the area’s history. When the marshes of the Marais Poitevin were settled, people needed dry land to farm and live. In the tenth century, there was a huge effort to dig canals and reclaim the land. The result is the canal system I am seeing on my virtual bike ride. The waterways are straight and their banks are steep. Canals intersect at right angles …
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Other elements of the natural landscape are also shaped by human hands. For example, older trees are pruned to take on unnatural shapes. This may be in order to rejuvenate older trees by encouraging new growth. It may also be for aesthetics …
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A man was out pruning these trees as I ‘drove’ by …
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man working on trees near Balanger – he has removed all the sucker branches on the tree nearest the camera (image from Street View)
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I saw some of the most bizarre of these pruned trees in Niort …
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I have no idea which tree species these are. they could be willow, or even olive …
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Do you know which species of tree is being pruned?
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Best View: pruned trees near La Grève-Sur-Mignon …
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
fields of green and marble statues
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On April 1, I biked along the road to La Rivière and Saint-Hilaire-la-Palud. Lots of green fields and flat land …
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At an intersection, I saw a shrine, indicating the strong Catholic roots of the area. I have seen these shrines at several locations in central France on my virtual travels. Sometimes the shrine is a crucifix …
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sometimes a statue of Christ …
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Sometimes the shrine shows a Saint. In Maillezais is a statue of Mary holding the body of her son Jesus in her lap, after the Crucifixion. It is similar to the famous 15th century statue of the Pietà by Michelangelo…
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statue in Maillezais of Mary holding Jesus in her lap – the image is not easy to see, but Google ‘Pieta’ to see the beautiful statue by Michelangelo (image from Street View)
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Best View: entry to a field by a vine-covered building…
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
a side trip to an old abbey
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On March 29, I completed my side trip to see the Abbaye St Pierre in Maillezais. Maillezais is a charming town with the narrow streets I am growing used to…
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Not much greenery in this town – this vine looks like it is hanging on by a thread…
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The Abbey St Pierre was certainly worth the virtual side trip. It was built in 989 AD on an island, a rocky outcrop, in the Marais Poitevin (the Poitevin Marsh). The Benedictine Abbey and Cathedral were destroyed in 1562 during fighting between French Catholics and Protestants.
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At the entryway to the Abbey grounds is an old building, one of a few still standing on the site…
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The aerial view of the grounds shows the extent of the Abbey …
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map of abbey – the standing cathedral ruins are the dotted area and the grey wall to the upper edge of the ‘dots’ (former cathedral pillars) (map from Google Maps)
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The ruins of the abbey form a majestic silhouette above the walls surrounding the site…
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Best View: the silhouette of the Abbey
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
an abandoned house
On my virtual biking trip along the Sèvre Niortaise in central France, I saw an abandoned house. Its roof had collapsed, its side buildings were reduced to ruined stone walls and its windows and doors were empty eyes …
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It reminded me of a painting of an abandoned house by Liam Rainsford (published as ‘Abandoned’ on his Blog on April 15, 2012). You can see his painting at http://liamrainsford.com/2012/04/14/abandoned-oil-painting/
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I have been writing a series of poems on the theme of abandonment and Liam’s haunting painting inspired this poem:
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abandoned house
– response to the painting ‘Abandoned’ by Liam Rainsford (April 15, 2012)
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stone ruin,
vacant, a shell
disinterested (since they went away)
in the state of the road
or comings and goings
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only the fence posts have opinions
one, a stoic, is the neighbor’s boy,
waits by the gate
one post swoons in disbelief –
roof fallen in, garden weedy,
fields overgrown
what’s a good fence for, but to keep hunger away?
keep people in?
fence wires lead off, toward the east
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walk through the front door, into open air
views unobstructed
tree tops, remote hills, expanses of sky
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ghosts are lonely here,
peering into windows, entering
the lean-to door
with a basket of eggs,
over and over
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
the mysterious ‘x’
On my virtual biking trip along the Sèvre Niortaise in central France, I have encountered a mystery. On many of the houses I see, there is an ‘X’ on the side of the house. Occasionally there are two. Sometimes the ‘X’ appears to be made of iron. Sometimes it is pressed into the structure of the wall.
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At first, I thought they might mark the location of some feature, such as an underground water line…
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Do you know the meaning of the mysterious ‘X’?
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I think I have figured it out, based on the photo below which shows a bolt in the center of the ‘X’. I think, at some time in the past, the metal ‘X’ was part of the method of shoring up an older house with bowed walls, in danger of collapse. I think the ‘X’ is the outside part of a cable that runs through the walls of the house. The ‘X’ is a kind of cleat, distributing the pressure over the outside walls, preventing the cable from pulling through the wall.
Do you think I am right?
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
Tomato Ware
One of my favorite collections is my odd set of bright orange-red Tomato Ware dishes.
They are usually marked ‘Made in Occupied Japan’ or ‘Made in Japan’ and were made in the late 1940s and the 1950s. Two of my pieces are marked Maruhon Ware (with a K surrounded by a circle). Maruhon Ware was made from the 1920s to 1950s. ‘Made in Occupied Japan’ means the piece was made from 1945 to 1952.
The pieces in my collection are shaped like tomatoes (I have one set of salt and peppers shaped like long peppers). They are glazed pottery, coloured in an over-bright green and an orangy red. Most have green leaves as decorations, clasping the base of handles or teapot spouts. My collection is in good shape, the only flaws being a large chip out of the spout of one teapot and a broken handle on one creamer.

three Tomato Ware teapots (the green apples and the larger salt and pepper shakers, 2nd and 3rd from right, are modern pieces)
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I have:
2 jam pots
2 cups/tumblers
3 teapots (one marked with the K surrounded by a circle)
3 pair cream and sugars
1 pair cream and sugar with a tray, and one lone creamer
1 set of salt and peppers
1 set of salt and papers with a tray
1 set of salt and peppers on a tray with a basket handle (belonged to my mother)
1 lone salt shaker
1 set of pepper-shaped salt and peppers
2 tea cups and saucers (both marked Maruhon Ware)
The dishes are very bright and provide an accent color for my very green living room.
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Do you have any pieces of Tomato Ware?
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
collecting glass animals
Today, I cleaned my collection of glass animals. Cleaning them takes a long time since I don’t clean them often. I wash each piece in soapy water and air dry it on a towel. As I work, I enjoy their sparkle and I think about how I got each piece. Since most of them are second-hand, I think about the unknown people who owned them before me.
Most of the animals in my collection belong in one of three categories: covered dishes, candle holders and dresser jars. A couple of the pieces belonged to my Mom. A couple of them are pieces she gave me as gifts. The rest, I found over the years at antique stores or auctions.
The covered dishes are mostly hens or chickens…
My favorite hen dish is a funny round chicken in clear glass…
I also have a rabbit in this collection…
and a duck…
I have a few glass birds of various colors. Each bird has a berry in its beak, and a hollow in its back to hold a candle…
I’ll show you some of my dresser jars in the next post.
Do you have a hen dish among your dishes?
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Parting the Collection
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to collect: to gather together
these prisms
of glass and light
took a lifetime
what will become of them
when what becomes of me?
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collect: a short prayer
from a mouth like dust
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I bid for each
between Limoges and Occupied Japan
with a steady hand
and a palpitating heart
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sapphire
feathers pressed into glass
bird in the house
at the window
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cut crystal
edge of flight
from the menagerie
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ruby swan
amethyst bee
topaz duck
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glazed eyes
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lenses rise in your throat
siliceous gasses
burst from your beak
as a berry
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past and future
transparent
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shards of glass
shared among
my daughters
do not understand
the meaning
of collection
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do not know
a Sybil
rises in your beak
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Published as ‘Parting the Collection’, The Antigonish Review 95, Autumn 1993
Revised
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
writing a novel – another look at old churches
As I write my novel, I am amazed at how many instances of abandoned churches I have encountered in my life. I have come to think that I live at a time that will be remembered for a great turnover in our churches. With the need for energy efficiency and financial stability, congregations are actively seeking the ideal ‘place’.
I understand why this should be so. But I still love the idealized rural church of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries.
Earlier this month, we took a drive to Saint Martins. Near Garnett Settlement, we saw yet another re-purposed church.
This one was abandoned a few years ago, after there were only four parishioners to keep it going. It was sold and has been turned into a country treasures gift store called the ‘Old Fangled Steeple’.
The church still has almost all of its stained glass windows intact.
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For some beautiful images of abandoned churches, have a look at:
http://pinterest.com/patiluhayes/old-churches/
For a rather sad tour of the inside of some abandoned churches, see:
http://www.environmentalgraffiti.com/news-abandoned-churches?image=23
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Copyright Jane Tims 2012
writing a novel – segues
So the poet is writing a novel…
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Title: unknown
Working Title: Saving the Landing Church
Setting: a writers’ retreat, includes an abandoned church
Characters: main character a writer; people from the embedded community; people from the commuter community; the aberrant community
Plot: the story of how a woman tries to preserve an abandoned church with unexpected consequences for herself and for the community
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I’ve been working on my novel since the beginning of November, and I’ve made significant progress. I’ve been aiming for about 60,000 words and I now have about 57,000 words. I would say I have a completed first draft.
Now comes the work of editing. I’ll edit for grammar and spelling errors, of course, but also for content. I have several sub-plots to contend with, so I have to make sure each of these tells a coherent story and flows through the novel.
One of the main edits I will do is to try to help the reader follow the story easily by making sure the ideas flow easily from one to another. When I write in draft, I often leap forward in my thinking, the transitions lost somewhere in the synapses of my brain. In the editing stage, I’ll have to supply these transitions.
So, as I edit, I’ll work paragraph by paragraph to provide a transition or segue between paragraphs. I learned a lot about this in university when I was working on essays for my history degree. Professors were always looking for segues to help the arguments flow smoothly. I got used to starting paragraphs with phrases like: ‘In order to accomplish this…’ or ‘After the king died…’ or ‘Before the final decision to build a new school in the community was made…’.
Segues in a formal essay are fairly easy, since there is usually a progression to arguing a thesis. In a novel, the segues are more about making sure ideas don’t come in from the blue. Shifting ideas and themes too quickly will confuse everyone and cause the reader to lose interest. Segues also help the writer to make sure threads are not dropped and the thoughts of the main character are logical.
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At the risk of terrifying myself, I’ll give you an example of the way I transition from one paragraph to the next. This particular scene from the novel describes a drive home, after an evening get-together with a friend named Oliver. I have underlined the segues. To see the effect of including the segue, just read the paragraphs with and without the underlined parts.
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… I gave Oliver a quick hug and ran outside, into the wind and rain.
The storm worsened as I drove home along the Bay. The rain was brutal, as though I drove through a cosmic car wash. I needed faster wiper blades and a second pair of eyes. As though the rain wasn’t hazard enough, the wind blew in frantic gusts and pushed against the side of the Blazer. I hung on to the wheel with both hands, but the SUV swerved in the narrow road. I drove even more slowly. Handfuls of leaves tumbled across the pavement ahead and broken branches reached from the ditches into the roadway.
To cut my driving time in the storm, I took the ferry to Westfield. As I drove down the ramp and on to the ferry, the operator came to the car window to bellow something at me. I rolled the window down a crack to hear and the storm tried to crawl into the vehicle with me.
‘Good thing you got here when you did,’ shouted the operator. ‘I’m shutting down on the other side. The wind is too high. Too much water on the deck.’
In the pale wash of the running lights I could see the river sloshing across the metal platform. Waves crashed against the sides of the ferry, chased by a fine white spray.
In spite of all the water, we made the crossing safely, and I arrived home after midnight, overloaded with adrenaline from trying to see the road, and full of coffee and cake from my dinner with Oliver…
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When you write, do you try to include transitioning in your work?
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