Friday, July 28, 2006



One of the least attractive facets of the aging process is the inability to dredge up from one’s memory bank names that have been familiar for decades.  Whilst reading The Blonde’s exploits on her Harley Davison
I wondered what she did with her long blonde hair whilst riding and wondered if she was running the risk of what happened to that dancer whose scarf caught in the wheels of her car – I like to think it was a Bugatti – and was killed as a result.  Whatsername!

After a frustrating day – MTL was having a senior moment also – I googled ‘scarf wheel car death’ and immediately got the answer.  Now I find that amazing.
Most of you will have guessed by now that it was the great Isadora Duncan

Whilst writing the romantic episodes of Past Imperfect I have had a constant tune in my head.  We used to sing it in the school choir and I could only remember the first line

My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one for the other giv'n.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a better bargain driv'n.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;
He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his, because in me it bides.
His heart his wound received from my sight:
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me, on him his hurt did light,
So still me thought in me his hurt did smart:
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss:

It as written by Sir Philip Sidney 1554-1586

He was born in Penshurst Kent – where coincidentally my boys were brought up and was the godson of Philip of Spain.  He went to Shrewsbury School (where one of my best friend’s father was a master – rather later – and then went to Christ Church Oxford.  He left before taking a degree to travel round Europe as part of his education and became a courtier to Queen Elizabeth the First.  He wrote many sonnets.

In 1586 aged 32 he was wounded in the thigh bone during a skirmish with the Spanish and died of an infected wound.  Requiescat in pace -
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I’m sold on search engines – how about you?


Granny said...

I have one chick who loves long scarves.

I told her about Isadora Duncan. Now they are no longer dragging the ground.

Z said...

I agree, it's fascinating to find out the things you half-know, or had almost forgotten, from the smallest of clues. On the other hand, you can be led entirely up the garden path and it can take some time to eliminate the irrelevancies. I am embarrassed to discover how high up the search engines my blog comes for all sorts of keywords - I hope I don't mislead too many people. I don't know how it happens as I haven't tried to put myself there.
For example, I wrote a slightly mocking piece about the awful name of a restaurant - fortunately nothing offensive or libellous - and if you type in the restaurant, up I come.
I've read that is better in that respect, but I haven't tried it yet.

Life of a Banana said...

To google is to be.

By the way, Jonny B thinks we are going to have an affair.

PI said...

Granny: it's good they listen to what we say. More than their parents did I find!

Z:I often look up referrals and find myself in the weirdest company.

LoaB: I see you have put him straight - as have I.


Mostly. Sometimes you get very weird results for the most innocent of searches though!!!
(n yeah I knew it was Isadora Duncan straight off. Yeah! not always dumb!!)

PI said...

4d: just the mention of 'auntie' gets you into some unsavoury places - don't ask me why. If you're dumb - so am I because you always semm to be on the same wave langth - except in your racier moments but then you are a young blood and I'm a grandma.:)

Jack said...

Don't know about other search engines but Google is the greatest. Is there any information that is NOT on the Internet? Assuming of course that you type in the right search word(s).

R. Sherman said...

My yes. Search engines allow us to find all sorts of trivia. For example, google "textus receptus" and "french maid costume" and see what you get.


PI said...

Very pretty girls Randall. BTW how old is your Mother? If that isn't too intrusive.

Guyana-Gyal said...

Awww. Romantic. I'm romantic to the core, Pat, even though I don't show it in a daily basis. Sir Phillip's song made me melt.

PI said...

GG; it is really beautiful when sung - so pure and true.