Pentecost Sunday

Today is Pentecost Sunday, when Christian celebrate God's gift of the Holy Spirit to his Church [Acts Chapter 2] He has many names - the old fashioned and outdated term Holy Ghost, the Spirit of Jesus, the Comforter, the Paraclete [a Greek word meaning comforter, not to be confused with colourful tropical birds] For some, today will be marked with lively enthusiastic worship, and that is great - but lately I have been reflecting on the ways in which the Spirit of Jesus guides and empowers us in a gentle way, comforting us when we are distressed, encouraging when we feel weary, guiding us when we do not know which way to turn. This hymn, set to the beautiful, traditional Scottish Skye Boat Song sums this up 

PS , if you are the praying type, please thank God that Bob is so much better than he was a week ago - and ask for God's strength for him as he preaches at Church this morning. Thank you.

In Loving Memory

 

Peter's service went well. I allowed plenty of time because of all the roadworks along the A47 and arrived 20 minutes early. I stood under the trees chatting with Roger [aka Spronk], who had known Pete since Primary School. Like me, he did not really know anyone else there apart from the immediate family. The Yarmouth Crem is relatively modern, light and bright, with comfortable seating!
Daphne had written a piece about her brother's life - growing up, his love of motorbikes, [shared with his best friend Spronk], his work on the ambulance crews, his love of dogs, and in retirement his unwavering support for LIB Dog Rescue. His great nephew gave a lovely tribute to the man himself - how everyone had loved Uncle Pete. 
Roger and I sat together in the chapel and again at the Wake - mostly discussing motorbikes. Well, he talked about all the bikes he and Peter had owned, and I added relevant comments where I could. I never did pluck up the nerve to ask him why he was nicknamed Spronk  though.
One older relation was looking at me with that "I ought to know you..." expression. I smiled and said "I'm Angela, Hilda and Stan's daughter" "Of course!" he replied. Then his daughter said "I was at your wedding, it was brilliant, Uncle Stan conducted it, and the balcony upstairs was full. Everyone was happy and the music was good" She can only have been about 10 at the time. But I fully agreed with her description. 
Lots of Pete's LIB friends were there - and said they should have brought the dogs to form a guard of honour outside the Crem [possibly not....] They'd printed out lots of lovely photos of Pete-with-rescue-dogs which had been on their Facebook page in recent days.
Happy memories

Saying Goodbye

Thank you for all your good wishes for Bob. The meds have kicked in quickly and he is recovering well [I know this because his appetite has returned!] This is a good thing, because we are both due to be at funerals today - he is going to one locally [a friend from Men's Shed] and I am driving over to Yarmouth for my cousin Peter's funeral. Unfortunately both services are at 1pm.
My cousin Daphne, his older sister, has been helping him so much in recent years since his wife died suddenly. Fortunately she and her husband Cliff live close by. Cliff has had two other family bereavements since Christmas

Whilst it will be good to meet up with my cousins, it is for a sad reason. I hope the love and support of family and friends will be a comfort to all those who are bereaved at this time.

Colour Coded

When I was repairing the bra this week, I got all my threads out to find the best match. In recent years I have tended to buy spools of Gutermann - but I've been accumulating thread for more than half a century. Many of these have been given by older friends, so I have lots of wooden reels of Sylko. I love the traditional chunky reel, with the branding on one end, and the colour name on the other.

In 2013, Bob made me a side table which I use every day based on a Sylko reel. 

I keep my threads in some square M&S biscuit tins. I put them all in with the colour labels upwards. Much as I love Gutermann, I think names are
So much nicer than numbers. 

spring green, almond green, Chinese green, emerald green, light emerald, lime green, mallard green, light apple green, dark olive, light olive, sage, dark jade , royal blue, saxe blue, light petunia, mid petunia, dark myrtle, wine, dark reseda, pink, geranium, sunrise, light pomegranate, light rose dubarry, mustard, beige, deep brown

Rose dubarry is a pink shade, from a shade of porcelain developed in the 18thC named for Madame du Barry, mistress of Louis XV. Reseda is a deep pink shade [alternative name for mignonette flowers] 

Not all my vintage threads are Sylko. These ones have interesting labels too. 

There is definitely a poetic quality to these names - just reading them, and looking at the jewelled hues makes me want to stitch something... 

Bosom Buddies

Not very much has been done at Cornerstones this week. 

Bob's cough has kept us both awake at night, and he has been pretty poorly. He's been sleeping in the daytime, and I have felt very dozy too. He was able to get an appointment with the GP, who has prescribed strong antibiotics. They can can cause photo-sensitivity, so he must keep out of the sun for the next 5 days [even if it is cloudy]
He is calling them his Vampire Pills!
I did mend my neighbour's bra. I carefully cut the straps on either side of the chewed section. Then I practised machining on the spoilt part to enable me to plan my repair. 

I butted the two edges together and then tacked a strip of bias binding behind.
I zigzaged across the join, then machined around the edge of the repair section, and did a strengthening diagonal cross in running stitch.
Fortunately there was enough spare elastic in the 'adjustable' strap at the back. Garment duly restored

This is not a good picture, the colour of the bra was a very pretty pale green. The stitching looks white, but actually it was a fairly good match and almost invisible from a distance. Not that anyone is likely to see her underwear under normal circumstances.
When I took it round, she invited me in for a brief chat - I said Bob was poorly, and she's going to make him a cake to speed his recovery! He hasn't been able to keep anything down [except water] since Sunday. I think just the thought of spongecake is good medicine!

TeaTime Treats

It is over 20 years since I last went to Port Sunlight. This wonderful village was built in 1888, by William Hesketh, Lord Lever - the Soap Millionaire. He built  Port Sunlight to house the workers at his soap factory, Lever Brothers, which eventually became the global giant, Unilever. The village represents one man’s vision to provide industrial workers with decent, sanitary housing in a considered architectural and picturesque form.

However, rather than a philanthropic venture, Lever claimed it was all part of a business model he termed ‘prosperity-sharing’. Rather than sharing his profits directly with his employees, Lever provided them with decent and affordable houses, amenities and welfare provisions that made their lives secure and comfortable and enabled them to flourish as people. It was also intended to inspire loyalty and commitment. Now maintained by the Port Sunlight Village Trust, this fascinating community is a great place to explore [lots more information here] The Lady Lever Art Gallery, with its fabulous collection of Pre-Raphaelite Art, is somewhere I would especially like to revisit sometime. Maybe if I am in Manchester for a holiday with Steph I can zip down the M56 for a day...

Back in 1929, 'The Port Sunlight News' was a regular magazine produced for the workers who lived there - and they had a competition for a sweet treat to rival other local products [like the Eccles Cake]  It was won byMiss Lee, [who worked in the Soap Factory] with her "Port Sunlight Bun". It cannot have been that much if a success, because it seems to have been forgotten - until last autumn, when a PSVT staff member found a copy of the magazine, and persuaded The Nettle Café -[a local community run café] to make it for customers

The original Port Sunlight Bun recipe

Ingredients

• 1 lb. plain flour
• ¼ lb. margarine and lard mixed
• ¼ lb. sugar
• A good pinch of salt
• 1 teaspoonful of bicarbonate of soda
• 1 teaspoonful of cream of tartar
• ¼ lb. currants
• ¼ lb. sultanas
• 2 oz. candied peel
• 1 tablespoonful of ground almonds
• 2 eggs
• 2 tablespoonfuls of milk
• Grated rind of orange or lemon

Instructions
Mix all dry ingredients together, rub in lard and margarine. Now add fruit and bind into a stiff dough with well-beaten egg and milk. Now take a fork full of the mixture and put in lumps on a greased tin, the rougher the better. Cook in hot oven for 15 minutes; turn gas lower after first five minutes.

My Notes, May 2026
Preheat oven to 200°C then turn down to 175°C

I halved the recipe, and made 6 buns. I omitted candied peel and rind [Bob dislikes them]  I had no ground almonds – but it still tasted good

I served mine with butter, jam and fresh strawberries. Bob said they reminded him of his mother's Rock Cakes. I did use lard&marg, not butter as per the recipe. I think Miss Lee made bigger buns!

Unlike scones, these tasted just as good on the second day. I do enjoy recreating these old recipes! Bob has discovered Max Miller's YouTube Channel Tasting History which is very clever, and most entertaining. He covers a wide range of recipes from ancient times, to WW2. Fortunately Bob has not yet felt the need to make the Cooked Jellyfish of Ancient Rome, or Hildegarde of Bingen's Cookies of Joy [allegedly not at all joyful!]

Big shout out to Carolyn at the 1940's Experiment, who continues to research amazing recipes from eight decades ago

Have you got a favourite "Heritage Recipe"?
Something local to you, or perhaps one handed down through the generations in your own family?

Shedloads Of Stuff

We held a yard sale on Saturday, to raise funds for the Men's Shed. Bob in the coachhouse with lots of tools and stuff, me round the corner, under the Shed's Big Red Gazebo, with stuff that wasn't tools or shed related. We'd told our neighbours we were doing it, and half a dozen others joined in with their own sale tables. The weather was kind, we had publicised it widely on Social Media, and put a big sign out on the main road.

There was a lot of fetching and carrying, and a lot left.  
We had a few visitors, not a lot - and made about £30. I am beginning to think that sewing BBQ aprons was an easier way of fund raising! A couple of guys expressed an interest at coming along to Shed Sessions, and I had good chats with some of the locals and their dogs*. 

Over the course of the weekend, Bob has developed a nasty cold, and I think I am catching it now...

Today will be a Slow Day - I don't think I should go to Craft Group in case I have a sneezing fit. 

A quick mention of  Heather, who has been following Tracing Rainbows since March 2015. I did not know this till we actually met in person last autumn, and I discovered she lives less than 3 miles away. So we meet for coffee and chat sometimes. She has become a really good friend - I hope she has a lovely day today, as it is her birthday. 

* speaking of dogs, my latest sewing challenge from a neighbour "Ang, can you mend this do you think? It is my favourite bra, I left it on the bed, and the dog has chewed right through the strap!" [if I manage the repair, will she become a bosom friend?]