Daffodils – Day 6

 

Daffodils – Day 6

Robert Herrick (1591-1674) wrote the following poem in 1648.

To Daffodils

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see

You haste away so soon;

As yet the early-rising sun

Has not attain’d his noon.

Stay, stay,

Until the hasting day

Has run

But to the even-song;

And, having pray’d together, we

Will go with you along.

 

We have short time to stay, as you,

We have as short a spring;

As quick a growth to meet decay,

As you, or anything.

We die

As your hours do, and dry

Away,

Like to the summer’s rain;

Or as the pearls of morning’s dew,

Ne’er to be found again.

In 1986 the daffodil was adopted by the Marie Curie charity as a symbol of strength, resilience, hope, joy and new beginnings. Marie Curie is the UK’s leading end of life charity. The annual Great Daffodil Appeal occurs in March and each daffodil worn represents a donation to the charity.

There are several hospices across the country and Marie Curie nurses also attend terminally ill patients in their own homes. My sister’s nurse made her last days full of laughter and Beryl died with a smile on her lips.

The American Cancer Society, the Cancer Society New Zealand the Canadian Cancer Society, Cancer Council of Australia all use the yellow cheerfulness of the daffodil to symbolise their campaigns.

Maria Salomea Skłodowska (1867-1934) was born in the Kingdom of Poland, then part of the Russian Empire, in Warsaw. She studied at Warsaw University and then later in Paris, where she subsequently conducted her scientific research. She married the French physicist Pierre Curie and it is by the name Marie Curie that she is remembered. In 1903, with her husband and the physicist, Henri Becquerel, she shared the Nobel Prize for Physics for pioneering work in the development of what she called the theory of ‘radioactivity. She and her husband were the first married couple to win a Nobel Prize.

In 19ll, Marie Curie won the Nobel Prize for Chemistry for her discovery of the elements polonium and radium. She remains the only person to have won a Nobel Prize in two sciences. During WWI she developed mobile radiography units for use in field hospitals. It is probable that she died, in 1966, from the effects of radiation exposure, the official diagnosis being aplastic anaemia.

Marie Curie’s elder daughter, Irène, won the 1935 Nobel Prize for Chemistry with her husband, Frédéric Joliot-Curie. Her younger daughter, Ève, became the director of UNICEF and her husband was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in 1965, as a representative of UNICEF. It is quite remarkable for one family to have received such acclaim.

ABC Wednesday Keys and key rings

It's ABC Wednesday again and our thanks go to the hard-working ABC team whose members, inspired and led by Denise Nesbitt, organise this meme. You know you want to see what others have chosen for K so why not click here?
Recently I wrote about my fascination with stationery – notepaper, pens, pencils, paper clips, drawing pins – in fact, just about anything to do with putting words on paper or putting papers together or on things (so include fridge magnets!) I know my daughters share my enthusiasm – hardly surprising, since their childhood Christmas stockings were stuffed with boxes of pencils, crayons, pens, stickers, unusual post-its. My husband and son are not devotees to the same extent though they both appreciate fine fountain pens. (Ooh, the smell of ink – how wonderful that is!)
There are other things that appeal to me, too, one of which is keys and, by association, key rings. This interest may have arisen in my childhood. When I was five years old my parents bought a shop which sold newspapers, confectionery, tobacco and stationery. We lived in the flat above the shop and the only way into it was through the shop door. There was a back door out to the garden but this was not easily accessible. Anyone wishing to get in that way would have had to climb into the garden of the public house next door and clamber over a brick wall into our garden.
My parents, my father in particular, were very conscious of security and made sure the shop door was securely locked for the night after closing time. Only on one occasion did the nightly check fail and that was the occasion on which my parents woke from a deep sleep to find a beat copper standing at the end of their bed. In those days, police had regular foot patrols around the streets through the night and checked all the locks on business premises. The constable had found the door unlocked and walked through the shop and up two flights of stairs before finding my parents. Thereafter we were all very aware that doors must be checked and double-checked before we could relax.
Eventually I reached an age when I was allowed out on my own and although I wasn't permitted to stay out late there were occasions when I would reach home after the shop had shut. My parents decided I should have a key which I would have to guard very carefully. It was a key at the end of a long shaft and one day, to my horror, it broke as I unlocked the door. Expecting to find myself in trouble I didn't say anything but took it to the local hardware store to see if it could be mended. It couldn't. I had to have a replacement made and that took a few days.
I spent most of my summer holiday at the local outdoor, unheated swimming pool where I met my friends
and would return home at the end of the day when it shut by which time, of course, the shop was also shut. While I waited for the replacement key I made sure I reached home before the door was locked. This was unusual but was not commented on. I realise now that my parents must have known all along what had happened. All the traders knew each other very well and were customers in our shop so it's more than likely that my 'secret' was relayed to my parents long before the new key was safely in my hands. It was never mentioned – very wise, my parents.
In the ensuing years I found keys most interesting. There were tiny keys to safeguard the secrets in private diaries, ornate keys for winding clock mechanisms and jewellery boxes, keys to wind musical boxes or clockwork toys, briefcase and suitcase keys, Allen keys for radiators and bikes and assorted other items and huge mediaeval door keys for churches and manor houses. I liked the idea of a châtelaine as a rather superior housekeeper but I liked the thought of wearing a châtelaine more. (In fact a châtelaine would be a very good idea for Barry but he'd be weighed down by the number of things that would have to be attached to it so we'll continue the daily games of 'find the keys/wallet/pen/remote control/glasses . . . ')
I have never owned a châtelaine but I have had many key rings. Below are photographs of the one I've been using for the last few years.

It's easy to spot!

I was going to give the little leopard key ring to Eve but she was only three then and had no need for keys - so I kept it. I'm sure it was a sign that we would shortly have Ocicats in our home.

These show the front and back of my key ring purse. Susannah gave me this for my birthday. It is just the right size to hold credit cards as well as coins and paper money. You might just be able to see the small bone attached to the end of the chain in the top right-hand corner of the second photograph.

Marie Curie Cancer Care charity shopping trolley token

SSAFA Forces HELP token

door key, Royal Veterinary College token, retractable measure.

Fold-away shopping bag with the Marie Curie logo.

I even have some keys on my key ring!