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Monthly Archives: March 2024
In this world and the next
There was a poetry in the hymns we sang at High Ham Primary School. Apart from the entirely banal When a knight won his spurs, the choices from our hymnbook were weighty in theological and literary terms. Even to someone … Continue reading
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In memoriam: Private Henry Lines
‘Their name liveth for evermore’. It was Rudyard Kipling’s idea to put words from the Hewbrew Scriptures’ book of Ecclesiasticus on the Stone of Remembrance in each war cemetery. Kipling similarly composed the lines, ‘A Soldier of the Great War. … Continue reading
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I knew I was right
The girls of my tutor group were trying to choose a song for a spring concert. To my surprise, the first song they considered was Candi Staton’s Young hearts run free. ‘Ladies’, I said, ‘this song is forty-eight years old’. … Continue reading
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