umf-ers in Cumbria?
Jack Campin - bogus address
the floods. Anybody heard from her?
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Jack Campin, 11 Third Street, Newtongrange, Midlothian EH22 4PU, Scotland
mobile 07800 739 557 <http://www.campin.me.uk> Twitter: JackCampin
William Black
> I think Ally is right in the middle of the area worst affected by
> the floods. Anybody heard from her?
>
Power is off to 12,000 homes, I imagine a lot of the phone junction
boxes are under the water by now, so no net and few phones, water
levels higher than the 'Great Cockermouth Flood' I think I remember
singing about...
--
William Black
"Any number under six"
The answer given by Englishman Richard Peeke when asked by the Duke of
Medina Sidonia how many Spanish sword and buckler men he could beat
single handed with a quarterstaff.
Ron
> Jack Campin - bogus address wrote:
>> I think Ally is right in the middle of the area worst affected by
>> the floods. Anybody heard from her?
>>
>
> Power is off to 12,000 homes, I imagine a lot of the phone junction
> boxes are under the water by now, so no net and few phones, water
> levels higher than the 'Great Cockermouth Flood' I think I remember
> singing about...
>
Ally posted to uk.local.cumbria around 11.35, so I think it`s safe to
assume she's ok tho perhaps a little damp.
Ron
Gill Smith
news:he60l8$ted$1...@news.eternal-september.org...
> Jack Campin - bogus address wrote:
>> I think Ally is right in the middle of the area worst affected by
>> the floods. Anybody heard from her?
>>
>
> Power is off to 12,000 homes, I imagine a lot of the phone junction boxes
> are under the water by now, so no net and few phones, water levels higher
> than the 'Great Cockermouth Flood' I think I remember singing about...
Maybe she'll have a song about it too!
--
http://www.gillsmith999.plus.com/
Ron
Waist deep in the big muddy?
Molly Mockford
<3PudnVA_w5AaTJrW...@bt.com>:
When we in Lewes were severely flooded in 2000, the song which kept
hammering in my head was "Five Foot High and Rising". Later, when
Boscastle's turn came, I was very moved by the determination and
optimism which they regularly expressed with "The Mary Ellen Carter".
--
Molly Mockford
Nature loves variety. Unfortunately, society hates it. (Milton Diamond Ph.D.)
(My Reply-To address *is* valid, though may not remain so for ever.)
William Black
> At 11:39:58 on Sat, 21 Nov 2009, Ron <r...@lunevalleyaudio.com> wrote in
> <3PudnVA_w5AaTJrW...@bt.com>:
>
>> Gill Smith wrote:
>>> "William Black" <willia...@hotmail.co.uk> wrote in message
>>> news:he60l8$ted$1...@news.eternal-september.org...
>>>> Jack Campin - bogus address wrote:
>>>>> I think Ally is right in the middle of the area worst affected by
>>>>> the floods. Anybody heard from her?
>>>>>
>>>> Power is off to 12,000 homes, I imagine a lot of the phone junction
>>>> boxes are under the water by now, so no net and few phones, water
>>>> levels higher than the 'Great Cockermouth Flood' I think I remember
>>>> singing about...
>>> Maybe she'll have a song about it too!
>>
>> Waist deep in the big muddy?
>
> When we in Lewes were severely flooded in 2000, the song which kept
> hammering in my head was "Five Foot High and Rising". Later, when
> Boscastle's turn came, I was very moved by the determination and
> optimism which they regularly expressed with "The Mary Ellen Carter".
Row row row your boat
Gently up the street...
Dirty British coaster with a salt caked smoke stack
Butting up the High Road in the mad November days...
Molly Mockford
<willia...@hotmail.co.uk> wrote in
<he911i$5g1$1...@news.eternal-september.org>:
>Molly Mockford wrote:
>> At 11:39:58 on Sat, 21 Nov 2009, Ron <r...@lunevalleyaudio.com> wrote
>>in <3PudnVA_w5AaTJrW...@bt.com>:
>>
>>> Gill Smith wrote:
>>>> "William Black" <willia...@hotmail.co.uk> wrote in message
>>>>news:he60l8$ted$1...@news.eternal-september.org...
>>>>> Jack Campin - bogus address wrote:
>>>>>> I think Ally is right in the middle of the area worst affected by
>>>>>> the floods. Anybody heard from her?
>>>>>>
>>>>> Power is off to 12,000 homes, I imagine a lot of the phone
>>>>>junction boxes are under the water by now, so no net and few
>>>>>phones, water levels higher than the 'Great Cockermouth Flood' I
>>>>>think I remember singing about...
>>>> Maybe she'll have a song about it too!
>>>
>>> Waist deep in the big muddy?
>> When we in Lewes were severely flooded in 2000, the song which kept
>>hammering in my head was "Five Foot High and Rising". Later, when
>>Boscastle's turn came, I was very moved by the determination and
>>optimism which they regularly expressed with "The Mary Ellen Carter".
>
>Row row row your boat
>Gently up the street...
>
>Dirty British coaster with a salt caked smoke stack
>Butting up the High Road in the mad November days...
The water is wide
I cannot cross o'er
And neither have I wings to fly;
Build for me a boat
That will carry two
And both shall cross
My true love and I.
Jacey Bedford
<nospam...@mollymockford.me.uk> writes
The Great Storm is Over
(c) Bob Franke
The thunder and lightening gave voice to the night
The little small child cried out in her fright
Hush little baby a story I will tell
Of a love that has vanquished the powers of hell
Chorus
Hallelujah the great storm is over
Lift up your wings and fly
Hallelujah the great storm over
Lift up your wings and fly
(Complete words at http://www.black-brothers.com/songs/32.htm)
--
Jacey Bedford
Molly Mockford
<look...@nospam.invalid> wrote in
<nE1VYlB2...@parkhead.demon.co.uk>:
>>>Molly Mockford wrote:
>>>>> Gill Smith wrote:
On the sixteenth day of September,
in the year of 1928,
God started to riding early
and He rode to very late.
In the storm, oh in the storm, Lord
somebody got drowned.
Got drowned, Lord, in the storm!
He rode out on the ocean,
chained the lightning to his wheel.
Stepped on the land at West Palm Beach,
and the wicked hearts did yield.
Over in Pahokee,
families rushed out the door.
And somebody's poor mother
has never been seen no more.
Some mothers looked at their children,
and as they looked they began to cry.
Cried, oh my Lord, have mercy,
if you don't we all must die!
Schoolhouses, halls and theaters,
in the storm, they was all blown down.
In the city of West Palm Beach,
only two churches left in town.
I'll tell you, you wicked people,
what you had better all do.
Go down and get the Holy Ghost,
and live a good life, too.
Out around Lake Okeechobee,
all scattered on the ground.
The last account of the dead folks,
there was twenty-two hundred found.
South Bay, Belle Glade and Pahokee,
they tell me they all went down.
And in the little town of Chosen,
they say everybody got drowned.
Some folks are still missing,
and ain't been found, they say.
But this we know, they will come forth
on the Resurrection Day.
When Gabriel sounds the trumpet
and the dead begin to rise.
I'll meet those saints from Chosen,
up in the heavenly skies.
In the storm, oh in the storm, Lord
somebody got drowned.
Got drowned, Lord, in the storm!
"West Palm Beach Storm", which I originally heard from Jeff Warner, and
the details of which I later checked with the ultra-knowledgeable Abby
Sale, who said:
"This song is one of the very rare indigenous Florida traditional songs.
I think all I've ever seen are about hurricanes - no big surprise. There
are others, brought from other states and some ultimately from GB but I
mean actually born & passed on here.
"It's ... collected by Alton Morris, Folksongs of Florida. It was
written very soon after the storm and went immediately into folk and
gospel traditions ... A hurricane swept south Florida. Lake Okeechobee
was virtually blown out of its bed. Partly because the land owners had
refused to build any proper dikes, three (best estimate) thousand people
drowned - mostly small-farmers & migratory workers.
"It's rarely sung by modern Florida 'folksingers' who only sing about
happy events in Florida, white silver sands and the plight of the
manatee..."
[XP to rec.music.folk, where I expect Abby to be.]
Rafe Culpin
(Molly Mockford) wrote:
(multiple references deleted)
> On the sixteenth day of September,
> in the year of 1928,
> God started to riding early
> and He rode to very late.
>
> In the storm, oh in the storm, Lord
> somebody got drowned.
> Got drowned, Lord, in the storm!
If you keep quoting storm songs here, you know where it's going to end up, don't
you?
Beautiful railway bridge of the silv'ry Tay
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last sabbath day of 1879
Which shall be remembered for a very long time.
--
To reply email rafe, at the address cix co uk
Gill Smith
http://www.gillsmith999.plus.com/Southern_Waters/index.html
Java Jive
in the ensuing issue of Private Eye, I wrote something a bit like that
once :-)
LINES WRITTEN TO COMMEMORATE THE GREAT STORM
OF FRIDAY 16TH OCTOBER 1987
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WILLIAM McGONAGALL
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Twas the middle of October in nineteen-eighty-seven
That there came such a storm from Almighty in Heaven,
A hurricane coming from out of the blue
And whence and wherefore it had come not even Met men knew.
The whole population lay senseless abed
With a veritable tempest a-roaring overhead;
Like the rabid Paisley on it roared and roared
While gentlemen in England simply snored and snored.
But morning came and truly it was Britain's darkest hour -
Or so thought every yuppie with home deprived of power -
And the morning's news were carrying such scenes of devastation
Ye wondered if Hurricane Higgins had headbutted half the nation.
Ye'd've thought that in a country so accustomed to hot air,
A mere touch of wind would not lead to such despair
But millions were unable to reach their place of work -
At least upon this Friday morn they did not need to shirk -
For going to the station to catch the eight-o-three
Many a pinstripe's way was blocked by many a fallen tree;
This in itself would not have been such hell
But the fairways of the golf-course were blocked by trees as well;
Huge numbers were uprooted and had fallen on the roads,
And lorries on the motorways had also shed their loads.
But all around on every hand a wondrous sight to see ...
The people bought out chainsaws and cups of strong sweet tea,
And neighbours, barely talking since the darkest days of Blitz,
Found severing their fingers such a change from page three tits.
But soon there grew a strange vibration, a muttering across the
nation,
In all the population one theme of conversation,
"Why were we not told?!", all the tuppenny pundits yelped -
Though not a single hack could say how knowing might've helped -
Till the great and glorious British had but a single wish ...
The televised beheading of McCaskill, Kettley, and Fish.
Charles Macfarlane
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( with apologies to Private Eye, Issue 675, 30th October 1987 )
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Ian Jackson
Robinson <rich...@privacy.net> writes
>
I don't want to be a kill-joy, but while I'm sure that while we all find
McGonagall amusing, I feel that at this particular time, the people of
Cumbria might not share our feelings - especially the family and friends
of the policeman who died.
--
Ian
JF
And now the end is near
And so I face the final curtain...
<runs for cover>
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7GOCAC8FCqE
JF
There is, on the internet, something called the Julian Flood, but
I've never tracked it to its source. I keep getting in the way.
Abby Sale
Hi Jack,
Yes, for reasons unknown, I'm still here at rmf.
I can't quite tell what the subject of this thread is...obviously has
something to do with floods and songs. I'm sure all know there are vast
numbers of songs about floods.
Re _Folksongs of Florida_, it also prints "The Lost Boys Of East Bay"
another indigenous song. I sing it October 1st re the 1894 flood.
Of recent songs, there's the fine "Hold Back The Waters" by Will McLean.
It's about "The Night 2000 Died," Sept 16, 1928.
Of course, THE Flood began Cheshvan 17, 656 AM (ie, about 3105 bce). That's
equivalent to Nov 4 in 2009 and I sang then:
Brother Noah, Brother Noah,
May I come into the Ark of the Lord
For it's growing very dark and it's raining very hard.
Halleloo, Halleloo, Halleloo, Hallelujah!
No, you can't sir, no you can't, sir,
You can't come into the Ark of the Lord,
Though its growing very dark and its raining very hard.
Halleloo, Halleloo, Halleloo, Hallelujah!
Very well, sir, very well, sir,
You can go to the dickens with your darned old scow,
'Cause it ain't goin' to rain very hard no how.
Halleloo, Halleloo, Halleloo, Hallelujah!
That's a lie, sir, that's a lie, sir,
You can darn soon tell that it ain't no sell,
'Cause its sprinklin' now and it's goin' to rain like hell.
Halleloo, Halleloo, Halleloo, Hallelujah!
"Brother Noah," from _My Pious Friends and Drunken Companions_ by
Frank Shay.
Dave Van Ronk's version is fairly well known but he loses some of
the deep religious nature of the song.
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- ---
I am Abby Sale - in Raleigh, North Carolina
Skate free or die!
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- ---
William Black
>>
> I don't want to be a kill-joy, but while I'm sure that while we all find
> McGonagall amusing, I feel that at this particular time, the people of
> Cumbria might not share our feelings - especially the family and friends
> of the policeman who died.
There's a very long tradition of singing songs about people killed by
storms in England.
And it's three score and ten
Boys and men were lost from Grimsby town
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough
Many hundreds more were drowned
Our herring craft, our trawlers
Our fishing smacks, as well
They long to fight that bitter night
The battle with the swell
JohnB
No one's mentioned Randy Newman's "Louisiana" yet, so I will...
I wrote a flood song once but no one's ever heard of that so no point
mentioning it so I won't :-)
Ian Jackson
<willia...@hotmail.co.uk> writes
>Ian Jackson wrote:
>
>>>
>> I don't want to be a kill-joy, but while I'm sure that while we all
>>find McGonagall amusing, I feel that at this particular time, the
>>people of Cumbria might not share our feelings - especially the family
>>and friends of the policeman who died.
>
>There's a very long tradition of singing songs about people killed by
>storms in England.
>
>And it's three score and ten
>Boys and men were lost from Grimsby town
>From Yarmouth down to Scarborough
>Many hundreds more were drowned
>Our herring craft, our trawlers
>Our fishing smacks, as well
>They long to fight that bitter night
>The battle with the swell
>
Cumbria is rather in poor taste. Although he took himself very
seriously, we hardly do the same these days!
By all means write songs and poems about tragic events, but let them
reflect the seriousness and sadness. OK, OK, on 9/12, people were
telling jokes about 9/11, but McGonagall's poems (or any witty parody
thereof) would seem quite inappropriate in the present circumstances.
--
Ian
William Black
> In message <heee9b$vda$3...@news.eternal-september.org>, William Black
> <willia...@hotmail.co.uk> writes
>> Ian Jackson wrote:
>>
>>>>
>>> I don't want to be a kill-joy, but while I'm sure that while we all
>>> find McGonagall amusing, I feel that at this particular time, the
>>> people of Cumbria might not share our feelings - especially the
>>> family and friends of the policeman who died.
>>
>> There's a very long tradition of singing songs about people killed by
>> storms in England.
>>
>> And it's three score and ten
>> Boys and men were lost from Grimsby town
>> From Yarmouth down to Scarborough
>> Many hundreds more were drowned
>> Our herring craft, our trawlers
>> Our fishing smacks, as well
>> They long to fight that bitter night
>> The battle with the swell
>>
> True. However, I feel that relating McGonagall's poetry to the events in
> Cumbria is rather in poor taste. Although he took himself very
> seriously, we hardly do the same these days!
>
It doesn't mean it makes 'The Tay Bridge Disaster' any less a poem about
people dying.
Any more than satirising Henry Newbolt's 'Vitae Lampada' makes it any
less about the breaking of the square in the Sudan...
a l l y
news:bogus-BB813D....@news.albasani.net...
>I think Ally is right in the middle of the area worst affected by
> the floods. Anybody heard from her?
>
here. We're on a hill over the sea, 7 miles from Cockermouth. We suffered
the same horrendous weather on Thursday, but it did us little or no harm.
However we have friends who have been affected quite seriously - one member
of Belfagan and one from Piping Hot Recorders had to be evacuated in a hurry
in the middle of Thursday night. My father in law, too, had to be removed,
as he is elderly and disabled and his carers couldn't reach his house, which
was, thank goodness, just beyond the flood waters.
I could bore you all with stories, but I won't. Instead I'll offer you some
photos - http://www.flickr.com/photos/allybeag/sets/72157622720220013/.
Belfagan are off to Rheged visitor centre at Penrith next Saturday to dance
and try to raise some money for flood victims. Piping Hot have decided not
to cancel our Christmas gigs, as people will really need all the cheering up
they can get, so we are carrying on practising. Bridget has been playing
accordion for the refugees who've been given temporary accomodation at the
Sheep & Wool Centre, and there's now talk of putting on some charity
concerts, also to raise money.
From our point of view, the worst thing is the broken and closed bridges. We
can't get to places we can usually get to. We do have a local Co-Op, which
would normally be able to supply all the basic food, but every time I go in
they're sold out, as everyone else has had the same idea. It's making life a
bit complicated, but at least we're warm and dry and we're very thankful for
that.
ally
Mark Bluemel
> Bridget has been playing
> accordion for the refugees who've been given temporary accomodation at the
> Sheep & Wool Centre,
Haven't they suffered enough already? ;-)
> From our point of view, the worst thing is the broken and closed bridges. We
> can't get to places we can usually get to. We do have a local Co-Op, which
> would normally be able to supply all the basic food, but every time I go in
> they're sold out, as everyone else has had the same idea. It's making life a
> bit complicated, but at least we're warm and dry and we're very thankful for
> that.
Pleased to hear that you're OK. Hope things improve quickly.
a l l y
"Mark Bluemel" <mark_b...@pobox.com> wrote in message
news:heg6uf$71l$1...@news.eternal-september.org...
>a l l y wrote:
>> Bridget has been playing accordion for the refugees who've been given
>> temporary accomodation at the Sheep & Wool Centre,
>
> Haven't they suffered enough already? ;-)
I'll tell her you said that!!!
;-)
>
>
> Pleased to hear that you're OK. Hope things improve quickly.
They've no plans to rebuild the collapsed bridges until the New Year, but
the citizens of Cockermouth are ready to start their massive restoration
project as soon as the loss-adjusters have seen all they need to. And the
Cockermouth Georgian Fair next May is still scheduled to go ahead, even
though the town won't be back to normal, but at least it should be cleaned
up enough to manage - and deserve - a good party.
ally
elfpix
with google maps, getting a hint of geography (I'm pretty geography
impaired about England) and I really appreciate seeing things from the
ground.
Here's hoping all that stucco doesn't come apart once it dries out.
This looks pretty awful to me, and undoubtedly it is much more awful
to those who experienced it.
KGB
<ianREMOVET...@g3ohx.demon.co.uk> wrote:
<SNIP>
>By all means write songs and poems about tragic events, but let them
>reflect the seriousness and sadness. OK, OK, on 9/12, people were
>telling jokes about 9/11, but McGonagall's poems (or any witty parody
>thereof) would seem quite inappropriate in the present circumstances.
Hi
Maintaining a sense of humour is no bad thing when things go wrong.
I was in a pub yesterday (in Cumbria) and somebody commented, "I hear
the hosepipe ban has been lifted in the Workington area".
Every single drinker (all Cumbrians - some with flood damaged homes)
found it highly amusing.
Regards (from West Cumbria)
KGB
Ian Jackson
<FedUpW...@NoEmailAddre.ss> writes
>On Mon, 23 Nov 2009 17:09:34 +0000, Ian Jackson
><ianREMOVET...@g3ohx.demon.co.uk> wrote:
>
><SNIP>
>>By all means write songs and poems about tragic events, but let them
>>reflect the seriousness and sadness. OK, OK, on 9/12, people were
>>telling jokes about 9/11, but McGonagall's poems (or any witty parody
>>thereof) would seem quite inappropriate in the present circumstances.
>
>
>Hi
>
>Maintaining a sense of humour is no bad thing when things go wrong.
>
>I was in a pub yesterday (in Cumbria) and somebody commented, "I hear
>the hosepipe ban has been lifted in the Workington area".
>
>Every single drinker (all Cumbrians - some with flood damaged homes)
>found it highly amusing.
>
>Regards (from West Cumbria)
>
Unfortunately, the dividing line between 'absolutely brilliant humour'
and 'very poor taste' is not only very fine, it is also sometimes very
ill-defined. It is probably a lot easier to be philosophical about the
loss of one's property and a lot of inconvenience than it is about the a
tragic death which happened only a couple of days ago.
--
ian