tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34031473566086968742024-03-19T03:17:50.658+00:00View from the Street(Street in Somerset, that is)
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This is now my personal blog, for sharing what is important to me as I deal with cancer. <br>
<b>For all that has been, thanks; for all that will be, yes.</b>Collard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.comBlogger260125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-5601296083288275472009-09-13T00:05:00.003+01:002009-09-13T01:45:11.712+01:00Sermon at David's funeralSermon at the funeral of The Revd David Parsons, given by his brother RobertHoly Trinity Church, Street on Wednesday 22nd April 2009The Bible Reading was 2 Corinthians 4My theme is two men, David and Jesus. I will speak more about David, but the two are inseparable because he was a man, as the New Testament puts it, in Christ. He was united with him in baptism and by faith, so his story is part Collard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-1478499174472384262009-04-17T00:07:00.009+01:002009-04-26T12:48:15.121+01:00David Parsons, 25th February 1937 - 14th April 2009Friends,The beloved author of this blog, David Parsons, died on Tuesday.Realistic as he was from the moment he received his diagnosis, Dad warned us ten days earlier not to expect much more. He was already very weak then, and there was concern he would not make it far beyond that weekend. And yet, as you will have read, Dad rallied during Holy Week, buoyed by the company of family and friends, Collard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-91327281553123820002009-04-11T21:04:00.002+01:002009-04-11T21:16:21.275+01:00School friends at CambridgeNorman Parker has sent me this photo of him, Malcolm Drummond and me - all three Old Monktonians - while we were at Cambridge. It was taken on the day when our director of music at Monkton, Alexander Hay Youngman, known as 'Penguin', visited Cambridge and invited us to tea at the Royal Cambridge Hotel.Collard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-90216878259633060972009-04-11T11:28:00.003+01:002009-04-11T22:32:44.182+01:00Tigris - a tip for Latin teachersOn our return from the rehearsal of the Dream of Gerontius two weeks ago, Charlie and Trevor helped me make this video, as an offering for my teaching colleagues. My idea is that a device as simple as a glove puppet can help a teacher add a little drama into the classroom, and at the same circumvent some of the strictures placed on teachers in today's rather cautious world.Tempora mutantur, nos Collard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-58112088071401673342009-04-10T17:43:00.003+01:002009-04-10T18:09:05.394+01:00Good FridayWhat should the blog contain today but the story of Jesus? Jesus was placed before the governor, who questioned him: "Are you the 'King of the Jews'?" Jesus said, "If you say so."But when the accusations rained down hot and heavy from the high priests and religious leaders, he said nothing. Pilate asked him, "Do you hear that long list of accusations? Aren't you going to say something?" Jesus Collard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-11646300518048598382009-04-10T00:41:00.002+01:002009-04-10T00:49:11.870+01:00Maundy ThursdayRowena, David, Barbara and Trevor David with Alan Ripley, who looks after retired clergy locally. Alan told us about his interest in spinning and weaving, which he learnt from a Benedictine monk. The Reynolds family are staying all week, and were enjoying themselves, and the company of cousin Nicolette, despite today's damp weather. Rowena and David at their keyboards. Jenny and Peter from Collard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-83908502249869912652009-04-09T14:11:00.004+01:002009-04-10T00:37:43.670+01:00The Easter Message in picturesThe image is a montage we have made of the images from two cards which arrived today. By chance, both are by the same artist, Alan Kiernan. The card on the right is from Margaret Drury, one of my friends who lives in York, a member of ARLT. The card on the left is from Cass and Harry, my daughter Barbara's in-laws. (I wish there was a more direct English term for this relationship, which is Collard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-32941247706498252082009-04-08T19:14:00.003+01:002009-04-08T19:29:23.671+01:00Sunshine and smiles on Holy WednesdayCollard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-55710692671706433972009-04-07T21:07:00.001+01:002009-04-10T18:31:31.537+01:00About Peter Abelard's hymn for Good FridayThe preceding post is the text written by Peter Abelard for his beloved Heloise and her nuns.I did a podcast of me reading the Latin and of the translation by Helen Waddell, if you'd like to hear it spoken.The background story is that Peter was a brilliant theologian, teaching in Paris University in the 11th Century. He was hired by Heloise's uncle Fulbert to teach her, and the two fell in love. Collard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-39161156411137934342009-04-07T20:45:00.002+01:002009-04-10T18:20:54.046+01:00Solus ad Victimam - Third Nocturne on the Vigil of Our LordSolus ad victimam procedis, Domine,morti te offerens quam venis tollere:quid nos miserrimi possumus dicerequi quae commisimus scimus te luere?Alone the Victim-Lord goes forth to slaughter,Stooping to Death, beneath whom Death must die;And we, the fat offenders, how can we answerThe charge of sin Thou bearest slow away.Nostra sunt, Domine, nostra sunt crimina:quid tua criminum facis supplicia?Collard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-37146292374810787842009-04-05T23:21:00.002+01:002009-04-06T01:51:55.653+01:00After Sunrise!Click on the top pic for a postage stamp view.Collard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-8175434154635081742009-04-05T22:57:00.000+01:002009-04-05T22:58:41.284+01:00Spotted by Charlie from the front windowCollard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-28418821531845275542009-04-05T20:51:00.002+01:002009-04-05T22:15:02.096+01:00UpdateThere's been a gap after my visit to my old school. I took yesterday off, as it were. I stayed in bed all day, and slept a lot. Michael Kidd came to visit, but apart from that the day was uneventful.At the same time I increased my morphine dose, which meant I was more sleepy - and shall be until the brain gets used to it, as my doctor tells me.This morning (Sunday) was Sunrise! the half hour Collard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-32777977653856192152009-04-05T20:44:00.001+01:002009-04-05T20:44:46.944+01:00One ship..."One ship drives east and another drives west, With the selfsame winds that blow.'Tis the set of the sails, and not the gales Which tells us the way to go."Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate, As we voyage along through life:'Tis the set of the soul which decides its goal, And not the calm or the strife."-- Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Poet, 1850-1919) Collard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-66750317587913739192009-04-04T19:30:00.004+01:002009-04-04T19:59:06.747+01:00The future of this blogIn the nature of things, a blog about approaching death is going to have a limited duration.We are getting near the point when posts will become less frequent.It might be a good thing to click on the orange logo to the top left of this page and get news of new posts as I am able to make them.Collard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-31319427277814834232009-04-04T14:29:00.001+01:002009-04-04T14:31:42.416+01:00Video blog entryCollard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-1193243686643985302009-04-04T00:23:00.000+01:002009-04-04T00:24:03.845+01:00Video of MonktonCollard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-77966639164735148762009-04-04T00:11:00.001+01:002009-04-04T00:32:59.101+01:00Nostalgia trail slide showCollard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-62051500828886619722009-04-03T20:03:00.003+01:002009-04-03T21:37:14.035+01:00On the nostalgia trailAmong my visitors today was one from a nursing service, very interesting. Adrian and Sarah McConnaughie came to lunch and Dolly MacDougall dropped in with Beatrice. So it was a jolly party.My brother Robert is spending tonight at Monkton Combe, the school we both went to, at a conference on Monkton's Christian heritage. It turned out that Charlie had never been to see the school, and that DorothyCollard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-8509188984507638032009-04-03T10:15:00.002+01:002009-04-03T10:25:42.130+01:00Picture of the Day - plum blossomNot many days ago I was excited at the cherry plum blossom. That didn't last long, and now it's plum blossom. We have a couple of plum trees and a greengage whose fruit is quite delicious.Collard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-53700346022988175742009-04-02T18:36:00.004+01:002009-04-03T10:30:57.908+01:00Today is ThursdayWell! My impression of the day is that it began with lots of people busy with all sorts of things including music; then there was a time with Dorothy and Robert; then sleep; and now a gentle move into the evening routine.From around 10.30 people began to arrive: David and Dorothy from Alderminster; John Smart from Exeter where he is working at present; Helen Lunt from nearby; Michael Kidd from Collard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-51816769229230818762009-04-02T18:28:00.002+01:002009-04-02T18:35:12.870+01:00Music Video of the Day - "Romance" for HelenI wrote this piece during the past week, mainly to set myself a challenge. I can still play a bit with my left hand, and dear Helen Lunt came and played it with me this morning. Collard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-66915190031637797512009-04-01T22:52:00.002+01:002009-04-01T23:00:55.538+01:00Music audio of the dayRomance for cello and piano left hand.This is a midi. 5 minutes. The piece is not yet as I want it. Too long, and wanders between keys. Work in progress.Collard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-68445912338466531282009-04-01T22:32:00.001+01:002009-04-01T22:32:47.275+01:00TiredTrevor left at 1 pm for his Templecombe train. He was to chair a meeting in London.I went out in wheelchair with Chacquie in sunshine this afternoon. The sun went in as we came to the door on our return.I have been feeling very tired since then, but enjoyed the cordon bleu supper that Charlie rustled up.I added some more to a piece for left hand and cello which I hope I shall still be able to Collard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403147356608696874.post-63378192257399843362009-04-01T09:41:00.001+01:002009-04-01T09:41:52.309+01:00Psalm 46Hints make me realise I am getting bad-tempered, and I am very sorry about that. Apparently steroids don't help - they make you behave in uncharacteristic ways - but that is really no excuse.The trouble is that the people I am hurting are the people who are working hardest for me, and are most concerned for my comfort. So, sorry chaps. Fresh start, I hope.And the backing of the God who is 'a safeCollard Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482413981389977810noreply@blogger.com2