The kid leather case laid out of the hall table shocked both men. It was a sparkling Emerald green stone set in silver claw case surrounded by sixteen pink red rubies. A ladies necklace of amazing worth.
The two men stirred at each other. The morning sun lighting the hall from the closed stained glass front door made the necklace burn with sunlight on the polished table surface.
“So the question is Rubens old stick. If my uncle was so broke why in Gods name did he not sell this item?”
“Sir it was not my place to know.”
“Quite. So who was it for.He married and she died .Did he take it back. To me it looks as if has no war and not moved out of this case since new. “
“Another mystery sir. Your uncle was a private man whom near his end became terrified of that man in the garden folly that vanishes with no sign of being in that building. Yet even I have seen the shadow move up the steps .”
” I too Rubens. Shadow is the best word for what I saw. We need to did deeply into this.Nothing in his papers relates .Did he keep a diary do you know?”
“Indeed he dis sir. Where he kept it I do not know”
‘If he wrote down here it must be in his desk of library . Ill search the desk you make a start in that books shelves .”
The sun hung low across the terrace .The hour was late in afternoon.
“Nothing in desk .Under drawers each place looked . Must be in this room . “
Leaning against the great black oak fire surround a panel opened at his hip . Amazed he stood back open mouthed, words failing him
Inside the vault the answer to the questions came as fast as machine gun bullets.
In his past he had stolen jewels from India as suggested. He was later haunted by the curse. No human came to take back the gems now so carefully cut into the necklace he had had made for someone?
The spirit of a dark vapor that rose from out of the lake haunted that masters last months and he knew instinctively what it meant .He was terrified to death as the curse came true.
“WoW! some story sir.No wonder we could not find his foot prints. “
” Poor devil what happens when one takes not what is his. . Ill have a shot of gin and a talk with an auction house I think may help with funds Rubens. “
” The necklace sir must find its way back id say?
“Indeed I do agree . I was referring to the car Rubens .We can do without it . Then to find a business for me to run. “
“The black shadow sir ?”
“Somehow I think it some sort of trick .Not real but sent by mind advanced to do this . Beyond me but I am sure teleport shadow man is just that.”
” We sell the necklace and we are just as guilty sir?”
“You think so Rubens do you. I say get it out of my house and all may stop .If not we move to stop the shadow that is not existing by ignoring it . Bring in help such as Indian guru from over at Cricklewood .I read about him in last nights newspapers.”
“Fight fire with fire and hope for peace sir “
“It is all one can hope for .Any tea in the pot.Im ready for a top up Rubens ?”
The evening sun fell in the sky hitting the red rose climber as it dropped. The blooms in abundance illuminated by soft strong golden daylight on the wane .
The new master had watched the folly only rarely but this evening he sat dreaming of winning the pools .The house had almost drained him with incoming bills.
It was only then that his eye caught a dark shadow standing watching over the dark waters of the lake from the steps to the folly.Just for a split second did he see it? It was gone as he adjusted his eyes to the oncoming dusk .
‘ Dinner will be served at 7pm as instructed sir.” Announced the Butler from the casement at the doorway.
‘I have seen your dark stranger Rubens old chap .We need to go and search again as he pays no rent to me whom ever he may be.”
Rubens said no words his eyes cast down bowed and left to room .
The day came and the sun hung low over the garden. The path to the folly at the far side of the lake was empty .The slight smell on sulpher came to the owners nostils as he marched on in. I was a dust filled old room with one small window facing the lake.A strong door on iron hinges swung freely through much use. No trace of foot makes no effect there to give the clue. Then on leaving Both master and his man servant experienced a chill as if someone one was observing them from the house .
The pace had picked up as they raced back on the path around lake to the garden door. On search the house was void of trespassers of any sort.
“Why man did my uncle not call police when he witnessed someone occupying his garden house?”
: He said sir that whom ever it was needed a home ?”
“How very strange.As if he knew who it was Id say. Put a padlock on that door .Who ever it is cannot pass beyond it then. “
‘ Very well sir .Ill purchase a brace and lock from the locksmith shop in the town perhaps the handy man can apply it to the folly door sir”
The day passed calmly but at night,just before he retired he discovered papers in the library room that went back to his uncles war days. Bringing them to the desk light he spread them over and sat down to peruse the wording.
Next morning broke and he woke furtively still in situ . He struggled stiffly to his feet and out of the papers fell a note. On closer inspection it was in Hindi script. Hi uncles 7 years in Ceylon was not covered at all in any of the details on the desk .
It caused the owner to know have the note read. His only known Indian was Doctor Pandit Barkat from Bombay who had a surgery in town . He soon found that the note was a demand for the return on a book from the man who had loaned his uncle it. The book was late found in the safe .It was a book on the black arts . Why it had not been returned had the new master pondering the situation .It was then that the butler appeared with tea and cake.
My gosh is it that time already Rubens? See here this book in Indian .Did my uncle speak Indian ?”
“Never know what he could do sir .Very private man indeed .Bought this house in 1923 aged just 22 . I often wondered where his income came from. He seemed to have millions .The car in the garage is a 1950 Rolls Royce .Used only a few times to take him to London for meetings. “
‘ Where is the car now ?It must mean it now belongs to me?”
“Yes and the garage too is adjoined to the side of this house but only way in is through the read wooden doors facing the front street.”
So off the two men went with keys to open the garage up and there under blankets and oil sheet a sparkling 50 year old car .
‘ I say Rubens only 1200 miles of this clock?”
:He bought it but he never learned to drive it . His driver was who ever could and who was available you see. In end he gave up on it. Doubt if he even recalled he had a car sir.”
“Meetings in London what was that about Rubens?”
“Again sir he told me nothing . I came to work under the code of the house. Ask no questions get on with duty . So I did . “
“Who would know ?”
” Mr Brown the Dentist drove him once .He is still alive in a nursing home in Brighton sir .May still be clear of mind. Shall I get my coat sir. “
“Will this car start man?”
Battery in the cupboard in kitchen sir. Needs charging but no tax on car .So even if it starts its still unable to move. “
:We must try later as if a runner I can drive and what a car to use.Mind you cash is a bit tight so lets take the bus .”
: Train sir is faster and almost door to door.”
The old man was too weak to sit long talking but said that his uncle was once part of a raid on an Indian temple. Four men stole the Rubies from the tomb of a Moor buried with his wife near the temple alter. .The army demobbed them and they vanished . A curse was said to have been placed on all of them by the head servant of the Temple. .He was then taken back to his room and could not remember a word he had said an hour later .
The rails took the master and Butler back home on the last train through . Once in side he raced to the car doors with the key. Inside the glove compartment a kid leather case was found .
The Squire sat still in his easy chair gazing across the lake to the old folly building on far side. His eyes clear from care his whiskey at his reach a pain in his chest .He felt it creep across him like a suit of tight armour . He saw the figure come from the folly to the very lake side waving at him. He knew his time had come . There was a taste in his mouth of indigestion .His chest being crushed his arms unable to release the vice like hold on his breathing.
He slumped back in the cozy folds of the chair . It was over and he knew it .No fight left his man from the folly had come out at last to laugh at him .
“So what time did you call on him Lord Derby.? “
“It was as Rubens here let me in .Seconds after 11am this very morning .:Replied the Peer.
:Rubens has the body been moved at all?”
‘No doctor just as you see him is how I found him as I let Lordship in I went to wake master .He often takes a nap you know. “ The man was visibly moved and so Doctor Howes released him from the room.
He then marched softly over to the dead mans body .Slumped in the chair ,as it was, hoping for clues.
Police arrived at noon and the body seen close up.
“So heart attack Doc or fowl play?” uttered the Inspector from Scotland Yard.
‘Unless that whiskey is poisoned I would be sure its natural causes.Suffered heart trouble over time did old Henry Vane . “
The police Inspector bagged both bottle and glass.
‘Well im no use here .Best drive back to London for the meeting at 5pm with Prime Minister. Who will inherit then Rubens?”
“In fact I cant say as master changed his will last month end when lawyers came here. Could be his nephew Charles Pernell or that Mister White . “
“White the news hound .My word what was Henry thinking?”cried his Lordship.
‘John White is an historian researching the Neville line of masters family . Ill have to ring and tell him sir as its his day for calling .”
The night air came in close as the corpse was carried out into the wooden box provided by Sherwoods Funeral Parlour in the village . Rubens had butlered for Sir Henry over 43 years with never a complaint .Then at 70 himself he had no place to go now it was all over. For now he crept back to sleep once more in the bed in his room. Forget it all as he took one of the bottles of wine down and de corked it. Set it to rest and wondered what it felt like to drink it. Master gone his wine cellars soon to be someone else. He took it by the neck into his little room and closed firmly the door with his foot behind him.
It was 10am and someone knocking at the front door. Rubens had only been up a few minutes and felt sick. “Yes good morning is this the home of Sir Henry vane ,my man .”Spoke the words of a stranger. A man in a long black over coat .
Rubens was not in the mood and worried about his future. “No this is not that home anymore . ” And closed over the door . He was feeling badly after drinking a whole bottle of claret from the bottle before passing out.
The knocking continued and it was not all from inside his head .”Sorry sir there has been a death in here. What is your business?”
“You are ?”
‘Rubens the butler sir. “
“You not well old sport look rather pale.”
” No shock only .Can I help?”
The man in the long coat smiled .”No perhaps not. Who got the old drum then?”
The butler looks puzzled
“The house who got it then.” explained the man.
‘We are not in that knowledge as yet sir .One must wait for the will reading.”
“And when will that be my man?” laughed the caller.
Rubens had not a clue so after a while the man left .
It was later it happened.Rubens had been polishing to table in the masters largest room . He heard a noise from the lake as if a boat had hit the water.He was forced to look up and there as sharp as daylight he saw a figure dart across from the boat into the stone built folly room . He was a tall man all in black as if wrapped in a cloak. He lay the cloth on the table and opened the door in the glass bay .There he could see a fire was lit in the folly .Gray smoke whisped up into the morning air from that tall chimney set against the hillside . It was a long walk around but in fact he had nothing to do .No one to serve and no job at all left for him.
He reached the steps to the little arched doorway in side of the small building .The door firmly closed .He did not knock in announcement but stretched to see into the leaded window . He fell back wards almost into the lake. He picked himself up and fled as fast as his old legs could carry him. Panting he arrived at the glass bay door and was sick as a dog on remains of wine and pure shook at the sight of what he saw in very that room.
The will read the victor ,nephew Charles Pernel took charge of the house keys. The assembled left with best wishes to that man.
Up from the kitchens came the Butler, bag in hand,he saluted ,in time honoured fashion the new master and left the home he had now for 45 years .
He walked aimlessly into the park and flopped down on a empty bench to think what to do next.
He was miles away in deep thought when Pernel came to his side.” Tired are you dear mister David Rubens .Me thinks you have much work to do to introduce me to my uncles house and ways . “
“I can do that for you Sir but I am to sign on for new work. “
“As is your wish .Then I have a job in my home if its likeable to you. “
“To be your butler sir is that your intent?”
“Make no mistake my man you are?”
The two walked back happily to the house.
” So whats that hut on the horizon .He never told me about it you know. ?”
‘It is an odd building sir .Placed there as an decoration called an English garden folly sir. Some one inhabits it at times .My master watched it daily but as much as I asked he never said a word about it . Sat in that same chair he did watching always watching . He was badly infirm by fall from his hunter four years ago. Never left that chair slept in it ate in it . I had to bath him as his legs had no power his back injured you see. “
‘ You say its occupied,by whom ?”
‘ I do not know sir but can say its not of this world and best left alone . “ ‘How very interesting. So my Uncle watched to see it did he?”
:He was a good man until he had that accident . He changed into fear and upset soon after. It is all I can say of the matter .He told me nothing of that building ever. Will you be dinning in sir ?”
“Yes Rubens . What is for dinner ?”
‘ Roast pork and apple sauce and selected garden greens sir .”
” Jolly good sounds wonderful .he told me you cooked too. “
‘ Yes sir man of many tricks. We are perhaps low on certain items I must bring to your attention. “
” Just write what you need down and have them deliver pay on delivery Ill give you permission “
We have endured the hard winter and now into Spring than fast into summer.So we have to move fast to keep up with gardens and work hits us hard after resting all winter time. The brain work of design now to perform .
Weeding pruning chopping and clearing repairing and tool sharpening all takes its toll .Must be age but dont mention it .
Shifting boulders at 72 is pretty scary but somehow alone its either look at them or shift them.Drop one side on barrow against it wedged and slowly move the stone rolling into barrow. Then try and pull the barrow up from side with stone inside. Surprising how fit it keeps one .Or is it just me that thinks that.?
Wheel to the rockery and then ladder and roll the boulder up onto top. Sheer slavery but once in place wedged in all looks worth the sweat .Only four more to attack then nice cup of tea in my summer house.
Many roses to cut back .Die back must be cut right out as it is a killer . Winter damage. Only roses that never have to prune are Canadian John Davis and John Cabot climbers on my gazebo each side with benches for 8 people to rest at party time.
I bought more conifers and filled that gaps in my woodland garden. Shrubs too but need loads of rain now which never comes. Clay and sand soil with about two inch of top soil. Much effort in earning that I can tell you. More farm manures left two years in piles .We are using only now manures well rotted from two years back. Ill cancel the next years load as by then my mountains of dung will have to be gone on garden boards .Mixed with water as tea drink for plants .
Im delighted that my heated propagator produced enough Comfrey plants for making tea as plant food .Ill grow the 10 plants near my work site for grass cuttings to add to compost bins slowly. They grow big and wide so row them down East side but still in sunlight but not in danger from barrows full of grass cuttings. I made 4 bins for composting quicker . It will replace the five years of spending 50 euro now 85 euro a load of shit.if you will forgive the expression. He ,the farm tractor driver, said cow cake feed has gone up 100 % I said so had the price of shit it seems. Six ton at a time is helping the garden at a price. Once all trace has been used plan B is already growing .
My sweetpeas are looking good and could be planted now .Greedy feeders and we have the stuff they adore in the bed at base of trellis . This is divisional to garden room beyond is my conifer garden. Rose climbers and clematis later but will hold off with sweet peas as frost I can taste in the morning air. Can come juts as one plants up tenders and boosh all dead next morning. Took me two years before i began to face it this is not England . Sunny for a week then one morning at 6am wake to find one inch of frozen white killer frost covers the land like a blanket hugging the land . Once only then back to 77f at 6am 84 by luncheon time. Can reach 98 f by 5pm . One year it reached 112 f and sat on parade all day.Unbearable and shriveled all plants up. It is gardening on the hard side of all things holy .
Then when it settles like India the monsoons arrive and I love it rains .Now is the time we fill all ponds and tanks we have had empty .Rain for water lilies say in 4 inch of muddy water now up to the neck burst into amazing scented pink flowers floating happily on top of rising waters in the formal pond. From here on in summer is just perfect at 86 f tops from July to October its lovely .maybe odd day of rain from September on. Summers at best are perhaps the best in Europe .You can rely on it.
My need to make ready with grape vine roof over the oven I must build will herald the dawning of my first real garden party and entertaining a first in these gardens.
Watched many internet videos on brick oven build so having taken note designed my own my way. Im itching to start my build but many jobs still to do outstanding before hand I fear.
My Japanese flowering cherries are near opening their swelling buds to welcome late May early June blossoms at the waterfall room .
I have to trench in power for pumps and tall London street lights in the drive way.Also the folly needs power of electrics and the pergola roof lights too.
When complete if im not tired to death Ill kneel and thank God who held me upright and set in working so hard for so long. Its been a dream for so long and now its happening. More still to do but its no longer a maybe it is beginning to be what I wanted at first site I knew this flat land was able to aid my plan.
Rest for a day now as need too as I just do too much in a day. Im nearly there but the end game can wait a day or two. Five years of hard slog made a rough pasture into an English garden some 2000 miles from home.
I was told cant do it I said it was possible with hard work .Then I admit I had no idea of just h0w much hard work it needed . I am arranging photos for next weeks blog on my garden. Again its relying on other people with better camera that works and can be loaded onto blog. I seem to have lost the will as so many try and no win.
It was over breakfast one morning in May. There I was about to delight myself with boiled eggs. The plate of toast ,served as soldiers and for my Marmalade after that.
In comes Anita with a strange look on her face. “Marmalade again. ”
Indignant of the comment and the look ,one cracked open the last egg in the holder and dipped on hot buttered toast as if no one else was there.
Again the call. I cleared my mouth and spoke my jolly mind. “Marmalade is a British thing. Love it or hate it depends decidedly on tasting it my dear.”
She had been rather slow on the take up but now by Gad it happened. Wide eyed I looked up from the finished egg and watched her slide a knife into my marmalade jar in somewhat somber motion.
I had no need to ponder it was instant and positive and flowing was the occasion and her countenance told it all.
Since then I have to make twice as much marmalade.
To think that reference to the product is stamped in the pages of English recipe books going way back into the days of good old Queen Elizabeth. .Then when it was made with Quince fruit not Spanish sour oranges.
So Saville in Spain had 80 tons of sour oranges and somehow the British bought them .Today the entire market is that of Britain .Spain has no other customer for her oranges of Seville are that sour one is hard pressed to find anyone other than Marmalade makers who adore the said fruit .
It changed from Quince grown in England to oranges grown in Spain around 1800. Queen Victoria so loved Marmalade that it became a product for the business man to produce.So much so for most households the only thing was to make ones own . Cooks in big houses made pan fulls of the stuff. The common workers bought oranges when spoiled as cheap and so made marmalade in the little kitchens .From that it became a sport as one cook challenged others all across the cities of England this went on.
Womens Institute WI or to us men Wild Indians made jam circles to sell at fairs they had open to public. Each member made a jam or Marmalade and brought jars to sell.
So it became a truly British thing over time of ,many centuries. When in 1953 Hillary and Tenzing reached the summit of Everest mountain they opened a jar on Marmalade and spooned it out to enjoy the victory .
Scott had taken Marmalade to Antartic cirlce . Sugar content stopped the jar freezing.
I believe it may even have been taken into space.
So is it good .Indeed it is a jar that trapped sunshine . It is fruity heaven and now two of us like the taste.
When ever one can find the sour fruit in Europe one can set too and cook up a batch of Marmalade . Not often enough are the sour oranges here as Latvia is not a Marmalade nation. Then not to fear I simply visit Lidll shops and there one can find the real thing on the shelves. Dundee Marmalade is common with the Germans also hooked by the taste it seems .
I try to have six jars always on my shelf to eat when I want.
The story of Italian chef seeing his lady Mary Queen of Scotland ill decided to make her a fruit jam to revive her mood . It is a nice tale but with little fact as he called it My Mam malady . Do not thing so .
Marmalade is a thing that brought millions of housewifes to compete making it .All over Britain they judge who makes the best. Even sell it on stalls at summer fetes. Why not it is the peer in the range of jams that brings back my youth with its taste in every bite of toast. Fresh and orangey sweet and delicious .It sparkles in the sunlight in the glass jar from pantry to the dish on breakfast table. Anita now conversant supports my efforts now but says rather have honey but marmalade is good too?
The truth is a thing called Meladosa made with oranges and lemons into jam existed in Portugal in the 11 century .So the Marmalade may have come from that .Our Quince jam goes back to much the same time . The oranges replaced the quince around 1800 in England and I add the juice of a ripe lemon to my marmalade making as it helps the flavour I say .
What ever, a good story and a great British product . If one adds a thimble full of Malt Whiskey in the mix after cooking you have Scottish Marmalade and to be honest I like it so much as it is not same product otherwise.
A bit of rest and light reading.I do so hope you liked it.
Putin has lost the war in Ukraine but says we now start World war 111 target is the whole Nato alliance .
How silly this cancer ridden fool is to think he has not been set up by Nato to come out fighting instead of hurling abuse.
He cant win against public in Ukraine what can he do to a mighty war machine called the West .
In a way we can finish this and Russia divided into many parts .Siberia belongs to China anyway . Then Ukraine may like a nice slice of land around Moscow and Petersburgh handed to Germany .Polish must have a big slice of the pie and Latvia takes back the land stolen from then in war time by Stalin the butcher
All will be happy if Russia just makes its move instead of threats and sabre rattling . Like children they need handling properly but if out they march it will be as we all hoped the end of threats and loss of Russia as warned of in 1856 treaty of Paris signed by Russian leaders after we beat the daylights out of them in Crimean war 1854-56 .
Putin broke that law in invading Ukraine . Crimea is part of Ukraine too.
I doubt if leaders behind the dying Putin will want a war with West it is just as always threats to lead to fear. But no one fears Russia and never did .It is a system of a form of Communistic evil starve that public tell them only what we need them to hear . Ill sod hungry we can control them. Then now is the slumbering population slowly waking up to what is really going on.I think its possible ,yes .
Putin is seriously ill he needed a win in Ukraine not just to have his way but because he is under they eye of evil big brother who will replace him now. That may be better for peace, or worse.Time will tell .Giving us time to build up even more our objective . Today Russia said Ben Grant a British soldier from Chetzin army aiding Russia against the enemy Ukraine he will run forever but death sentence has been placed on him . It is fine for other nations to help Russia but if any aid Ukraine its murder for them. It is typical cowards and brainless talk of idiots . I think Ben should be a medal holder for his way of helping Ukraine. His mother is Conservative MP which will fuel the situation no doubt. But it shows you just what trash the Russians are. News of Putin at best he has five weeks to live said Russian doctors to news press in Moscow. Published and on sale in Baltic shops . Cant see it being wrong myself. Good riddens to him I say .
I doubt Russia has much left to fight a war with .Only Nuclear which is old and mostly volatile . Meanwhile two British super ships are lined up on Moscow from sea off shore from Baltic knock out takes 12 seconds with all fired on them nothing will survive .So fear not the news it is all over in a flash if the rat pops its nose out of its hole its certain it will turn to vapour.
It is the current state of this world that bothers me.Putin and his greed and evil cause. Then shootings of innocent school children in America .To rise in prices blaming anything for upcosts. It is racket of the system by the none caring trade magnets to live on your last penny more. War in Ukraine may be dreadful but India and Canada and even little England produces the main bulk of grain anyway .Then add America the giant wheat fields of Saint Paul can feed the world combined.
Car fuel rises when oil barrel is at lowest tell who is robbing us at the pump.
The lockdowns had little to do with protection it was to build up prices and soften the public up to pay .Without that it would have been impossible and led to protests pretty fast.
The greed machine is always out there but this time they could hit us far harder and if no one stands up and shouts enough it will rise steadily because you have to pay or starve. Make no mistake the thing is merciless and its finally here .
George Orwell saw it long ago .Big brother and the hunger games are not far off today . We act by buying only what we need to survive . We search for bargains .Those yellow labels help. We say no to things risen as much as possible it will not kill you . In fact may help your body to fitness.
Bake at home dont buy . Then if all do it for three weeks I promise prices will fall. They cannot afford loss in shops . So sell at old price is fair. It is the only way to fight them is to starve them before they starve us .
Traders see the stall next door selling potatoes at higher price it is human nature to put extra profit on yours to sell to public. That can be beaten by going else where to buy at best price.
It is the same really in supermarkets. Find a cheaper place and soon the fact sinks in and prices come down. If even half the population do this it will benefit all . Then do you want to be left out join them and show the racketeer who is boss .
If not then sadly the new prices are here until the next rise is planed you can afford it maybe but many cannot so think of them and dont be a silly sod act now for a better world.
As a child at school one learned of the tales in the Hebrew bible . In the story of Moses maybe more fact that fiction .Having walked across the same Red Sea as he and saw the sea bed risen as almost a walk way under my feet on low tide . I saw a man such as Moses a crafty leader of Jewish slaves to escape the wrath of his great Egyptian master .
Moses was of Jewish descent born on the tide of the Nile river and found by Royal children floating in a woven basket . I am not really concerned with the story other than Moses day alone up a mountain. Did God really give him 10 laws? Perhaps not but he wrote 10 rules and came down with the tale.
This starts my story.
10 laws he wrote and was said to be laws from God set in stone. It did not mean he carved each letter into rock tablets .It meant in all detail he made them forever to be adhered to.
Now a box was made said my friend Simion who worked then in the 70s in Jerusalem museum across from the orchards called the gardens of Jesus capture .
I visited twice the so called holy land and agree that he was right.Simion told me that in bible it says a box on acacia wood was made to hold the scroll of 10 commandments . Now that makes more sense. It was to be carried by camel saddles across the deserts to each camp the Arab stopped . Jews lived same way. So the box had to be made of light wood and was thus thrown about and often repaired .Even replaced as all else wears out. The word for this box was same as cupboard in Hebrew so scribes later came up with the word Arc to help describe it.
It was covered with gold is a rash guess as who had the means to do this then. Acacia wood wrapped in gold no one would do that.
When Romans tore through the treasure found under the temple of Herod it was paraded through Rome and sold as soon as it parade was over.The funds helped build the Roman Coliseum and the party after opening. All items taken from Jerusalem are listed in stone on Romes walls and columns. Not a mention of this so called Arc of the Covenant is mentioned or depicted.
Being so holy one would think it would be included in the treasure haul. To say it vanished is rather a guess too far from the reality of facts related .Do the monks in Addis Ababa who say they have the arc and 10 commandments but cannot show it to anyone is another way of saying we do not have it. A rotten worm holed acacia wood box and a vellum scroll with magical powers is a fairy story I would say.
In the old Museum of Jerusalem there was a display of many types of camel saddle box and the scroll of Moses came to be in a box of type on a camel saddle . How else was it carried down to that flat lands of Palestine any other way?
Would a record of it say it was made on Acacia wood if it was not? Think of it rather like balsa wood thin easy worked and glued to make planes when we had fun as kids painting them as fighter world war two aircraft . Would any one waste gold on a box made of it? Was it remade ? If so the Bible is mute on the subject
It is like the hunt for the grail and other silly waste of time as Monty Python cast told us in spoof movies of pure comedy .Yet many will search in vane forever looking for that glint of gold that will make their fortune.
My surprise is that so many who have studied history have fallen under the spell of wandering off the pages into the realms of fantasy. If one reads facts and stop imagination or putting words into dead peoples mouths which is work of the none historian who twists the truth into ways that suit the writers pockets. .Trouble is people will believe any thing they are told if its is said in a movie or book by one famous as a writer. When one spent years to gain degree in history it comes as a shock when some can change a record of past to make their own version to what was said or done.
Thank you all for your time I am grateful of your support my friends. God be with us all.
This day sees the vote to dismantle a great iron statue raised by Russian overlords in Latvian capital of Riga. Near to the gardens made by an English mayor of Riga who was many times voted in by Latvian supporters. His name Armistead . Statue was erected of this man by Queen Elizabeth 11 .
The Riga Siema Government and council agreed in light of Ukraine war the Russian reminder of evil occupation will be pulled down . This upset many Baltic Russians who never went back and are now born Latvian but want Russia only should go back . Latvia was wrong on independence for not deporting them.
For me all should learn peace for get borders shake hands and seek friendship is a Godly wish .
Russians may take this seriously and act upon it . Statue is horrid anyway . It is an offensive that recalls the butchery of thousands of Latvians by Stalins forces after war up to 1960s. Churchill called it an iron curtain none can see behind of. Russia is a pirate who have never ever won a single war but use a powerful belief that world war will happen. The war in Ukraine being a reminder of what will happen is world war they bring to us .
Statues of Russian leaders must come down also and God save Latvia forever . The Russian sins will not be washed off the board what they did was war crimes before war crimes were invented as a title of pure evil. Putin like Stalin and all the top rung of leadership are criminals waiting to be tried . Finland and Sweden are free nations can do what they wish but Iron man Putin says no .Who takes notice is weaker than even him whos own real mother called him the Devil .
Greed runs people like Putin so become robbers liars and pirates to steal more industrial and profitable lands and make the public slaves to keep Russia in food. It is because land in Russia the biggest area in Europe is unused by Moscow and Russia cant do anything as too hard for them. So you have more you keep us is the Russian way.
Baltic Russians are not like that because have been brought up in Latvia to work.
Gertrude Jekyll was an artist born in fashionable Mayfair London England in November 24th 1843 . In her late 50s her eyesight was fading and so she took up photography instead. Having seen a medical eye specialist who told her even specs would not bring back bright eyesight for art painting of colours. He suggested she took up simple gardening .
The planning and colours of plants soon had her building flower borders in glee. She became so good at it that many friends asked for her advice.
Her photographs helped promote her and by accident she met a young architect who needed a gardeners eye to promote his work.
It was then that the unlikely two became instrumental in design and build of gardens all over Europe and into America besides all over England.
In carts trains and buses they crossed the many garden customers that came to hear of the architect and the lady gardener. Lutchen and Jekyll went on to fashion over 400 gardens in their partnership.
Best work they did in England was out in the Black Hills of Somerset at what is today the property of The Somerset Fire Brigade offices . Hestercombe is the name still with it and gardens and buildings as it was left when first built can be seen by the visitor today .
Gertrude in a garden
Many have vanished or have been deserted by owners over the years. What are
left many have been remade from plans of original garden. Great interest has returned the fame of both Jekyll and Lutchen recently.
Books by Gertrude Jekyll are back in print and her best quotes recalled even by me as a child in fathers lovely garden.
” The love of gardening is a seed once sown that never dies .”
” A garden is a grand teacher. It teaches patience and careful watchfulness. It teaches industry and thrift above all it teaches entire trust .
” There is no spot of ground however arid, bare or ugly that cannot be tamed into such a state as may give an impression of beauty and delight “
These are the few of her sayings I can remember but many more hard to find .
I find myself designing a border and instantly her words come into mind . She was an amazing lady even in her times. She died In her home that she commissioned Edmund Lutchens to design and build .She called it Momstead House and she built her last garden there.
Gertrude Jekyll 1843- 1932 buried in Saint Johns church yard Busbridge Surrey England aged 89