I am feeling sentimental, for I love my Wales

THE WONDERFUL ALEXANDER CORDELL

EVEN IN THE COAL MINES, THERE'S BEAUTY IN MY WALES

Alexander Cordell was one of Wales' most prolific writers, although he wasn't Welsh.
HeAlexander Cordell was born in Sri Lanka, and came to Wales to convalesce during World War II. After the War he moved to Llanelen (a few miles North of Goytre Wharf) where he did most of the research for Rape of the Fair Country, before moving to Holywell Road in Abergavenny, his home for many years.

This tour will take you from the rolling countryside of the Vale of Usk, much loved by Cordell, to the landscape of the industrial valleys, which provided the backdrop for most of the action in Rape of the Fair Country. You will visit some of the more accessible sites which feature in this powerful story about life during the early years of the Industrial Revolution leading up to the Chartist uprising of 1839. It is suggested you use OS Explorer Map 152 and OS Outdoor Leisure Map 13 (Brecon Beacons National Park East) for reference. Route directions are in bold, quotations from Rape of the Fair Country in italics. Key sites are numbered and marked on the map. (Thanks to the Wee reference leaflets I picked up myself.

The Big Pit

If you get the chance to go down the Big Pit, you will never forget it. However be sensible and wear flat shoes and not your Sunday Best Outfit. The last time myself and my husband went down, there was an American couple with us. They unfortunately decided to go down the pit on a whim and as she said "It was a bit daft to even attempt it, in three inch heels and a white summer skirt with navy blouse." Sadly she had to go back to the top after a ten minutes or so. Her husband stayed on the tour, so I guess he was able to tell her all about it. It truly is very humbling to see just what conditions these Welsh men and children had to go through. After leaving the pit, we then went to the cottages, they were the ones that they later used in "Coal House" the BBC One series. "Wow it was fascinating watching the series and knowing that we had been there. Afterwards we went to the museum dedicated to the most wonderful "Alexander Cordell, whom I might have told you already I had the privileged of meeting once. His books, and I think I can say all his books, the Welsh and Chinese ones and the others. Brilliant, I have them all, though I did find that the last couple he wrote in the couple of years before his untimely death, where not as fulfilling as his early books. He had lost his second wife and he was very "dwr" after this and I think coming up to my North Wales, was maybe a mountain to many. He died up on the Llangollen moors, not to far from the "Ponderosa Restaurant." Leaving behind him a few photos and a wee letter. His life ended like many of the steel and coal workers he wrote about, lying in the beautiful Welsh countryside after a hard life's work. May Dewi Sant watch over you My Hero. Dodie x


Beside the peaceful Monmouthshire and Brecon Canal at Goytre Wharf it's easy to imagine Iestyn Mortymer and his family gliding down the canal on the outing to Newport:

Wonderful to be moving on water. The silky movement is a drug to the senses when you are lying along the prow of a barge watching the water-lilies and bindweed waving. Soon Pen-y-fal and the Skirrids were well behind us, and the sun, streaming down through the avenue of trees, cast golden patterns on the barges.

However this quiet backwater was once a busy industrial site. Take time to walk around and view the historic lime kilns and aqueduct, as well as the South Wales Tramway Exhibition. Tramways were crucial in bringing coal, limestone and iron-ore down from the hills to the wharves located along the Monmouthshire and Brecon Canal - at Llangattock, Llanfoist and Llanelen.

There is also a Tourist Information Point where you can pick up leaflets and advice before leaving Goytre Wharf.

Diary, Bryn Roberts, Monday 28th February 1853.

Today has been one of the worstDraig Goch days of my life. I will be glad to leave this God forsaken canal and the
barge, anything than spend another day like this! To begin with it has been snowing for most of the day, my feet are cold, my hands are skinned to the bone where the damned tow rope kept slipping through them. God how I hate this job. Ha! A job, I don't even get paid for it. "you've got to be fourteen before you get any money boyo". Oh yeah, fourteen before I get any money but six when I started walking the paths, even towing the ropes with my brothers when the damn horse went sick or lame.
No I've had enough, cramped up in a tiny cabin with three sisters, the oldest not yet nine, the youngest not yet walking. Maybe that's a blessing at least one less under my feet. I suppose I should be grateful that I've got under the table to sleep by myself now that Iolo has left for the mines. My heart still grieves for Iolo, still it was his decision. Poor Mam, she was looking very old this morning Gone her lovely black hair, now just grey and going more grey with each rising day.
Old Mostyn Evans died this morning of the Cholera, they say three of his young ones will be gone in the next day or two as well. Poor Mrs Evans I suppose it will be the Workhouse for her and Myfanwy and Rhian, God help them. I counted seventeen rats this afternoon down by the lock gate. It made me wonder if Istyn Morris lost his leg down at Neath or if the rats ate it whilst he was asleep. If the Navvies from England kept their rubbish proper like us Welsh, then maybe there wouldn't be so many rats.
I heard from Marie Lloyd that two children where drowned at Resolven Yesterday, two less mouths to feed. Still t'is sad to think of so many children dying this way and most of them not reached their ninth birthday. Still who wants birthday's, nothing to look forward to there either.
"No money Bryn" Dada would say. "You know what it's like in winter, and now with these railways taking all our business we'd probably do better going on a ship to America along with the Irish."
Well this is me, thirteen in a months time and nothing to look forward to except more blisters and chilblains this winter and more sunburnt backs and arms in summer. Not if I can help it! Not me. I'll follow Iolo down the pit, not good but nothing could be worse than this. But how can I go, what would happen to Mam and Dada.
Still it's nice to dream.
Goodnight Dada, I love you Mam. Time to sleep. Bryn.R.

A small excerpt from one of the books written by the wonderful Alexander Cordell. start with "The Fire People" get hooked and then the first Trilogy, "The Rape of a Fair Country" "The Hosts of Rebecca," and "Songs of the Earth"

Da Iawn, as we say in Cymraeg. Very Good you say in English

February 11, 2011

Stories about Japan, Shinto Temples Buddhist, Emperors, Mikados. Annie R Butler reveals all from 1888


Buddhist Priest
The Religions of Japan
I spoke just now of Shinto Temples. Shintoism is the older of the two principal religions of Japan.
It teaches worship of the sun goddess and of her descendants the Emperors, or Mikados, of Japan; and it teaches also obedience to the reigning Mikado, and the need of purity, though on this last point it is anything but clear and helpful.
Brave, learned and benevolent men are worshipped in the Shinto temples, and so also are various natural objects and other gods which have been added from time to time.
Outside each Shinto Temple is a straw rope with tassels, and a bell which must be rung to attract the attention of the gods. And each worshipper, before entering, must rinse his mouth and wash his hands. Once inside, he claps his ands to call the gods again, throws some money on the ground, kneels down several times and mutters a few words, and then his prayers are over.
(I wonder if it is the same 130 years later on.)
what is the meaning of the straw rope? Well once in the olden days of which I was telling you a little while ago, the sun goddess was offended and hid herself in a cavern. This so distressed the other gods, who were now left in darkness and confusion, that when at last they enticed her out, they threw a straw rope round her to hold her tight and prevent her from leaving them again. And ever since then the straw rope has been a symbol of her worship.

Stone Image of Buddha
The other great religion of Japan is Buddhism. About twelve hundred years ago (Remember this book was written over 120years ago.). some Buddhist priests, statues, prayer-books, etc. were sent to Japan from the neighbouring country of Korea, with a recommendation of the merits of Buddhism. The Mikado gave all the presents away, and said that he wished the Koreans would send him physicians, apothecaries, artists, and learned men, instead of priests.
   But time wore on and many of the Japanese, first amongst the rich and then amongst the poor, adopted the faith of Buddha, which became at last the prevailing religion of the country, and so has continued during the last six hundred years.
.About the time Buddhism began it is thought that Jimmu Tenno was reigning over Japan, though the exact date is not known, an Indian prince, called Gautama, became so distressed by the sight of the suffering he saw all round him that he determined to leave his wife and his one little son, and go into the desert and there think and think until he could make out what all the misery meant.
In order to think more clearly, he denied himself for seven years in every possible way. And then light broke upon him, and he felt that he had arrived at 'perfect knowledge.' And this was his conclusion: "Everyone who exists must suffer, because everyone desires something; let man deny his desires, then, till he has none left; and he will be rewarded by losing his existence in nothingness."
Does it not sound dreary? And yet when Gautama, or Buddha (the enlightened), as we must now call him, went back with his 'perfect knowledge' to the world, he taught certainly some very excellent things. A. R. B.

There is an awful lot more to read in this fascinating book from the days of the early missionaries in Asia and I could probably fill a whole chapter of many pages with the same. But as this book is now in print once more, I won't. Instead I will add a few more of the wonderful pictures between the two Japanese special pages here and the Asian art pages at http://diddilydeedot.zoomshare.com/ and there you can look to Japan in 1888 and before, and I shall possible place the same pictures here, at Japan Dodie - Dream world. ,

I believe Amazon.co.uk have copies for sale, maybe, even a look through book on line should you be interested.
Dodie

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