Monday, 27 August 2018

Today in History Tokyo Bay.



  August 27, 1945, 73 years ago today The Battle Ships USS MISSOURI, HMS KING GEORGE V,& HMS DUKE OF YORK, enter TOKYO Harbour.

As a nineteen-year-old at that time, I felt some  emotion as my Ship The HMS  KG V  & Vice Admiral Bernard Rawlings had served the full two terms during the past conflict and followed the HMS  Duke Of York into Tokyo harbour which had not fired an angry shot and was newly arrived with a more senior admiral - Admiral Bruce Fraser ( Affectionally Known as The Station-master of the Fleet Train (Logistic vessells)  Who served his time in a Sydney office while the crew of  HMS  Duke of York enjoyed the Joys of Sydney
Unfortunately, there was a great deal of disrespect shown in many ways toward this Rank pulling by Admiral Frazer and the smell never went away, letters from men of the British Pacific Fleet vilified him but there was never an apology from  Admiral Frazer.

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 Some Smells last forever.

Wednesday, 22 August 2018

Cock-a doodle-doo.

Words for this Wednesday are.
 Yellow. Zinnias. Adjust. Boots. Chicken. Doomed.

  I remember well my pre-teenage years at the home of my adopted family within a  village in the English countryside. The front garden of the house was dedicated to flowers as was the custom and adorned with a variety of flowers. Although * Zinnias had become popular. Zinnias seeds dominated the soil and proved a pestilence to other varieties and other floral varieties were *doomed to extinction.

 The rear garden or behind the house and adjoining half an acre was deemed as industrial which included a large shed and *Chicken pens also a few goats and vegetable beds' where quite often a few loose chickens which somehow had escaped from the pen would be scratching around the soil. of course, chasing after these escapees in rubber boots would be a futile exercise They would eventually find their way back to the pen at roosting time in the evening. after which one was able to *adjust the hole in the wire netting.
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Keeping a check on the age of the chickens was quite simple. New arrivals from hatchings after a few weeks, were fitted with the colour of that year flexible bakelite spring rings around one leg, from memory these rings were either red *yellow or green, those chickens wearing a ring denoting they were three years old were doomed for the cooking pot.
Unfortunately for chooks born male, their demise was somewhat earlier, due to the fact that only the more robust males were selected to service the Hens. the remaining cockerels were doomed to KFC or Sunday roast. however, the egg-laying efficiency of hens lagged around the three-year mark, at that time they were a bit scraggy and deemed to be old boilers suitable only for soups and stews.

Hence the derogatory term for the aged female 'OLD BOILER'.

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No Wednesday Words this week.

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