Posts made in March, 2011

Noli Me Tangere

Posted by on Mar 13, 2011 in Art & Craft, Home & Garden | 0 comments

In the spirit of Silent Sunday, I’m not going to write a commentary, just show two of my favourite things …

Titian, Noli Me Tangere, 1511-12

Silent Sunday

Edit: it turns out this post doesn’t fit the exact criteria for Silent Sunday, which is to post one photograph only, taken in the last week (by yourself, not the property of someone else). Check out the Silent Sunday posts that did make the grade here – I hope to join in ‘properly’ next week!

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Images and Identity

Posted by on Mar 11, 2011 in Personal | 1 comment

I am so interested in the role of images in the creation of identity. The celebrity industry knows all about this of course, but we are all subject to the power of images.

Photographs, though they measure just a tiny moment in time, can capture a side of a person that can become fixed in people’s imaginations, and not least so in the imagination of the subject.

To find a picture of my aunty for a previous post, I looked through all my old photos. In my baby photo I looked happy enough:

Molly Baby Photo

but the photo I remember most from my childhood was this one:

Molly School Photo

Today we have the technology to discard any photo that captures us in an unfavourable light, but when I was growing up, you had your photo taken once a year and that was it. This photo was my one shot for the year nineteen-sixty or seventy-something, and I blew it!

Though I must have been under five years old, I thought I looked great. I was wearing my very favourite jumper, which was pink, and while photography was then only black and white, I was confident that the fabulousness of the pink would shine through. It all started to go wrong when I was left alone in a studio waiting for the photographer for what seemed like an age – it was probably only minutes, but by the time the photographer came to take my picture I was close to tears, if not in tears, as you can see in the photo. The imagined moment of smiling like a film star as the flash blew was well past.

But despite being, normally, a very smiley person, this photograph, which was then framed and displayed in our family home, has led to an impression of me as being serious, if not melancholy. Of course I can be at times, but I wonder how different things might have been if the photographer had turned up on time and I had flashed my prepared invincible smile in my de rigeuer (as I thought) pink jumper.

I guess the lesson to be learnt from this is that we are all multi-sided, so it might be best to have photographs circulating that display our different sides. I do not think it is healthy to get stuck with one image, even if it is one of us looking happy, healthy and beautiful, as then one day a photograph of us looking less-than-our-best will show up and bite us on the bum. We should embrace the different aspects of our personalities, and celebrate this though images – ‘real’ images: we can all be airbrushed and photoshopped to imagined perfection if we choose.

P.S. I’m sure you appreciate the irony of me staying an ‘avatar’ in my profile picture!

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Handmade Thursday: Punch and Judy

Posted by on Mar 10, 2011 in Art & Craft | 5 comments

Another fabulous blog link-up is taking place over on Mummiafelice’s blog, White Lily Green, where bloggers are being invited to share their hand-made creations. I haven’t made anything this week, but as I was looking around the house for ‘here’s one I made earlier’ I saw these papier mache heads for Punch and Judy glove puppets that Mr G made with our son when he was little.



At the time we lived in a small seaside town, where Punch and Judy shows on the beach were a regular attraction in the summer months. I guess my son wanted to host his own show, and Mr G made the whole cast with him. They are made from yogurt pots, covered in papier mache, which was moulded into the individual features of each character before being painted and varnished. I was supposed to finish them off my sewing fabric skirts to their bases, so they could be used as hand puppets, but I don’t think I ever did this, *shameful* but they have always been on display in my son’s room.

Meet the cast of Punch and Judy:


Mr Punch


The Baby

The Policeman

The Crocodile

The Clown


I can’t promise I’ll join in with Handmade Thursday every week, but I’ll certainly follow it on White Lily Green (click button below to visit there:)


Inspire Me Beautiful

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My Aunty Ba’s Pancakes

Posted by on Mar 8, 2011 in Food & Drink, Personal | 10 comments

Today is both International Women’s Day and Pancake Tuesday, which has prompted me to write about a very special lady who made me the very best pancakes, my aunty Ba.

My aunty got her nickname from one or other of my siblings who tried to say her name in baby talk and it came out Ba, and stuck. It was an appropriate name for us as babies though, as my aunty lived with us, so ma, da, and ba will have been our first words.


left to right: my brother, me, Ba, my sister


We all shared a room with Ba when we were little, and she would tell us stories every night, ‘true’ stories of fairies in Tipperary where she spent a lot of her youth, of banshees and will o’the wisps, which kept us in rapt attention for hours. She read to us in the day too, lots of illustrated books of poems and stories. My favourite was a poem about a lost doll ‘I once had a sweet little doll, dears, The prettiest doll in the world …’ and the book of ‘Little Black Sambo’, now of course not considered politically correct. My favourite story was at the back of the Little Black Sambo book and was about ‘Kettlehead’ – a little girl who played with fire and got her head burnt off and replaced with a tin kettle until Santa left her a broken doll’s head which she stuck on with glue from her mother’s writing table. Bizarre! I have never seen a copy of the story in print since, but have found it online here.

But on to pancakes. For a while every Tuesday was Pancake Tuesday. Ba worked a half-day Tuesday and in the afternoon would make me pancakes as I only was the only one not at school. Unlike now, I didn’t eat a huge variety of foods when I was little, so if there was something I liked that was relatively healthy I was encouraged to eat lots of it – mashed potatoes and pancakes were my staple diet! Ba made the best pancakes, thick and wholesome, with never a lump, and served with caster sugar and squeezy Jif lemon juice! Ba taught me how to make pancakes, how to beat the batter to incorporate lots of air, and to leave the mixture stand, overnight preferably, but at least for a few hours before using.


Pancake Mix

Pancake Mix


Ba moved out when I was about seven, to live with her uncle, my grand-uncle Neddy, who had had a series of heart-attacks and needed a live-in companion. I was heart broken, and wrote every day. I would look forward to my holidays when I would go down and stay with Ba and Neddy, in Neddy’s little cottage by Loch Derg on the River Shannon, and the first thing Ba would do would be to make some pancakes. Heaven.

After Uncle Neddy died, Ba kept on the cottage and still lives there today with the amazing garden she planted from scratch. I continued to visit every holiday, and I remember those times as some of the happiest in my life. Ba taught me (as she did all my siblings) to swim in the very depths of Loch Derg, while she rowed away slowly alongside. On my solo visits to Ba, she continued to tell me stories, less fantastical but more true stories of our ancestors, the lives of the saints, social and political history. Ba taught me to garden, starting off with a little corner of my own that I could landscape how I liked, and giving me jobs around the garden – I remember hours spent deadheading hebe’s and picking nasturtium seeds, but never remember being bored. We fished in the lake most days, and sat by the fire of an evening with chocolate and books and television or radio, or with Ba sewing outfits for my Mary Quant Daisy doll. Happy days.


Ba and my brother, outside her garden, maybe 5 or 6 years ago

Ba and my brother, outside her garden, maybe 5 or 6 years ago


I never remember a cross word from Ba, who always seemed to love me just as I was, even when I would rock up as a teenager all in black with nose pierced and boyfriend-she-had-never-met in tow (and probably a bad attitude too – me, not the boyfriend, who was lovely). Moving to England was the start of me becoming a terrible niece, never visiting or writing as often as I should, for which I am very ashamed. But I wanted to get this down in words as a small tribute to my aunty Ba, who very much shaped me as a person. I think of Ba all the time, but especially on Pancake Tuesday.


My pancakes


I make my pancakes slightly thinner now, but do not forget to incorporate lots of air and let the batter stand. I have passed the love of pancakes on to my daughter Pearl, who is now the Pancake Princess, but as long as Ba is alive, she will always be the Pancake Queen.

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