When they opened up the strip, I was young and full of zip I wanted some place to call my home And so I made the race, and I staked me out a place And I settled down along the Cimarron
It blowed away (Blown away), it blowed away (Blown away) My Oklahoma home, it blown away Well, it looked so green and fair when I built my shanty there My Oklahoma home is blown away
Well, I planted wheats and oats, got some chickens and some shoats Aimed to have some ham and eggs to feed my face Got a mule to pull the plow, I got an old red muley cow And I also got a fancy mortgage on this place
Well, it blowed away (Blown away), it blowed away (Blown away) All the crops that I've planted blown away Well, you can't grow any grain if you ain't got any rain Everything except my mortgage blown away
Come on!
Well, it looked so green and fair when I built my shanty there I figured I was all set for life I put on my Sunday best with my fancy scalloped vest Then I went to town to pick me out a wife
She blowed away (Blown away), she blowed away (Blown away) My Oklahoma woman blown away Mister, as I bent to kiss her, she was picked up by a twister My Oklahoma woman blown away
Well, then I was left alone just listening to the moan Of the wind around the corners of my shack So I took off down the road, yeah, when the south wind blowed I traveled with the wind upon my back
I blowed away (Blown away), I blowed away (Blown away) Chasing that dust cloud up ahead Well, once it looked so green and fair, and now it's up in the air My Oklahoma farm is over head
And now I'm always close to home, it don't matter where I roam For Oklahoma dust is everywhere Makes no difference where I'm walking, I can hear my chickens squawking I can hear my wife a-talking in the air
It blowed away (Blown away), it blowed away (Blown away) Yeah, my Oklahoma home is blown away But my home, Sir, is always near, it's up here in the atmosphere My Oklahoma home is blown away
Come on!
Well, I'm a roam'n Oklahoman, but I'm always close to home And I'll never get homesick until I die 'Cause no matter where I'm found, my home's all around My Oklahoma home is in the sky
It blowed away (Blown away), it blowed away (Blown away) And my farm down on Cimarron But now all around the world wherever dust is swirled There is some from my Oklahoma home
It blowed away (Blown away), it blowed away (Blown away) Yeah, my Oklahoma home is blown away Yeah, it's up there in the sky in that dust cloud over n' by My Oklahoma home is blown away Yeah!
Come blow that horn now, thank you!
Come on, one more time!
Well, it's blown away (Blown away), blown away (Blown away) Oh, my Oklahoma home is blown away Yeah, it's up there in the sky in that dust cloud over n' by My Oklahoma home is in the sky Yeah!
It blowed away (Blown away), it blowed away (Blown away) Yeah, my Oklahoma home is blown away But my home, Sir, is always near, it's up here in the atmosphere My Oklahoma home is blown away
I've got a mule, and her name is Sal Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal She's a good old worker and a good old pal Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal
We hauled some barges in our day Filled with lumber, coal, and hay We know every inch of the way From Albany to Buffalo
Low bridge, everybody down Low bridge, yeah, we're coming to a town And you'll always know your neighbor And you'll always know your pal If you ever navigated on the Erie Canal
We'd better look around for a job, old gal Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal You can bet your life I'll never part with Sal Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal
Get up, mule, here comes a lock We'll make Rome about six o'clock One more trip, and back we'll go Right back home to Buffalo
Low bridge, everybody down Low bridge, we're coming to a town You'll always know your neighbor And you'll always know your pal If you ever navigated on the Erie Canal
Where would I be if I lost my pal? Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal I'd like to see a mule good as my Sal Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal
A friend of mine once got her sore Now he's got a broken jaw Because she let fly with an iron toe And kicked him back to Buffalo
Low bridge, everybody down Low bridge, yeah, we're coming to a town And you'll always know your neighbor And you'll always know your pal If you ever navigated on the Erie Canal Low bridge, everybody down Low bridge, we're coming to a town And you'll always know your neighbor And you'll always know your pal If you ever navigated on the Erie Canal Low bridge, everybody down Low bridge, we're coming to a town Ooooooo...
Low bridge, everybody down Low bridge, yeah, we're coming to a town
Well if I could I surely would Stand on the rock where Moses stood Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep
O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep
Well Mary wore three links and chains On every link was Jesus' name Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep
O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep Go!
Go!
Well one of these nights bout 12 o'clock This old world is gonna rock Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep
Well Moses stood on the Red Sea shore Smote' the water with a two by four Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep
Alright!
(O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn) (O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn) (Pharaoh's army got drownded) (O Mary don't you weep)
Well old Mr. Satan he got mad Missed that soul that he thought he had Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep
Brothers and sisters don't you cry There'll be good times by and by Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep
Well O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep
Solo, try it out! (O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn) (O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn) (Pharaoh's army got drownded) (O Mary don't you weep) Hey!
Drums!
God gave Noah the rainbow sign "No more water but fire next time" Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep
O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep
O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep
Everybody! (O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn) (O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn) (Pharaoh's army got drownded) (O Mary don't you weep)
O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn Pharaoh's army got drownded Oooooooh, Mary don't yoooooou
(O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn) (O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn) (Pharaoh's army got drownded) (O Mary don't you weep)
Brothers and sisters don't you cry There'll be good times by and by Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep
Where the road is dark and the seed is sowed Where the gun is cocked and the bullet's cold Where the miles are marked in the blood and gold I'll meet you further on up the road
Got on my dead man's suit and my smilin' skull ring My lucky graveyard boots and song to sing I got a song to sing, keep me out of the cold And I'll meet you further on up the road.
Further on up the road Further on up the road Where the way dark and the night is cold One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know And I'll meet you further on up the road.
Now I been out in the desert, just doin' my time Searchin' through the dust, lookin' for a sign If there's a light up ahead well brother I don't know But I got this fever burnin' in my soul So let's take the good times as they go And I'll meet you further on up the road
Further on up the road Further on up the road Further on up the road Further on up the road
One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know And I'll meet you further on up the road One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know And I'll meet you further on up the road
Further on up the road Where the way dark and the night is cold One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know And I'll meet you further on up the road.
Princess cards, she sends me With her regards Oh, bar room eyes shine vacancy To see her, you gotta look hard Wounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed like some soldier undaunted To her Cheshire smile, I'll stand on file She's all I ever wanted
Oh, but you let your blue walls get in the way of these facts Honey, get your carpetbaggers off my back You wouldn't even give me time to cover my tracks You said, "Here's your mirror and your ball and jacks" But they're not what I came for, and I'm sure you see that too
I came for you, for you I came for you, but you did not need my urgency I came for you, for you I came for you, but your life was one long emergency And your cloud line urges me Oh, and my electric surges free
Well, crawl into my ambulance, your pulse is getting weak Oh, reveal yourself all now to me, girl, while you've got the strength to speak 'Cause they're waiting for you at Bellevue With their oxygen masks But I could give it all to you now If only you could ask
Oh, and don't call for your surgeon, even he says it's too late It's not your lungs this time, it's your heart that holds your fate Don't give me money, honey, I don't want it back You and your pony face and your Union Jack
Well, take your local joker and teach him how to act I swear I was never that way, even when I really cracked Didn't ya think I knew that you were born with the power of a locomotive? Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound And your Chelsea suicide, with no apparent motive You could laugh and cry in a single sound
And your strength is devastating In the face of all these odds Remember how I kept you waiting When it was my turn to be the god?
You were not quite half so proud when I found you broken on the beach Remember how I poured salt on your tongue and hung just out of reach? And the band, they played the homecoming theme as I caressed your cheek? Yeah, that ragged, jagged melody, she still clings to me like a leech
That medal you wore on your chest always got in the way Like a little girl with a trophy, so soft to buy her way We were both hitchhikers, but you had your ears tuned to the roar Of some metal-tempered engine on an alien distant shore So you left to find a better reason than the one we were living for And it's not that nursery mouth I came back for It's not the way you're stretched out on the floor 'Cause I've broken all your windows and I've rammed through all your doors And who am I to ask you to lick my sores? And you should know that's true...
I came for you, for you I came for you, but you did not need my urgency I came for you, for you I came for you, your life was one long emergency And your cloud line urges me Oh, and my electric surges free
I came for you, for you I came for you, but you did not need my urgency I came for you, for you I came for you, your life was one long emergency And your cloud line urges me Oh, and my electric surges free
We said we'd walk together baby come what may That come the twilight should we lose our way If as we're walking a hand should slip free I'll wait for you And should I fall behind Wait for me
We swore we'd travel darlin' side by side We'd help each other stay in stride But each lover's steps fall so differently But I'll wait for you And if I should fall behind Wait for me
Now everyone dreams of a love lasting and true But you and I know what this world can do So let's make our steps clear that the other may see And I'll wait for you If I should fall behind Wait for me
Now there's a beautiful river in the valley ahead There 'neath the oak's bough soon we will be wed Should we lose each other in the shadow of the evening trees I'll wait for you And should I fall behind Wait for me Darlin' I'll wait for you Should I fall behind Wait for me
Now everyone dreams of a love lasting and true But you and I know what this world can do So let's make our steps clear that the other may see And I'll wait for you If I should fall behind Wait for me
Well, I came by your house the other day Your mother said you went away She said there was nothing that I could have done There was nothing nobody could say
Me and you, we've known each other Ever since we were 16 I wished I would have known I wished I could have called you Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean
Now you hung with me when all the others Turned away turned up their nose We liked the same music, we liked the same bands We liked the same clothes
Yeah, we told each other That we were the wildest The wildest things we'd ever seen
Now I wished you would have told me I wished I could have talked to you Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean Now we went walking in the rain Talking about the pain from the world we hid Now there ain't nobody, nowhere, no how Gonna ever understand me the way you did
Well, maybe you'll be out there on that road somewhere In some bus or train travelling along In some motel room, there'll be a radio playing And you'll hear me sing this song
Well, if you do, you'll know I'm thinking of you And all the miles in between And I'm just calling one last time Not to change your mind But just to say I miss you, baby Good luck, goodbye Bobby Jean
Well, if you do, you'll know I'm thinking of you And all the miles in between And I'm just calling one last time Not to change your mind But just to say I miss you, baby Good luck, goodbye Bobby Jean
Out where the creek turn shallow and sandy And the moon comes skimmin' away the stars When the mesquite comes rushin' over the hilltops Straight into my arms Straight into my arms
I'm ridin' hard carryin' a cache of roses A fresh map that I made Now I'm gonna get birth naked and bury my old soul And dance on it's grave And dance on it's grave
It's been a long time comin', my dear It's been a long time comin', but now it's here And now it's here
Well my daddy he was just a stranger Lived in a hotel downtown Well when I was a kid he was just somebody Somebody I'd see around Somebody I'd see around
Well now down below and pullin' on my shirt Yeah I got some kids of my own Well if I had one wish for you in this god forsaken world, kid It'd be that your mistakes will be your own That your sins will be your own
It's been a long time comin', my dear It's been a long time comin', but now it's here And now it's here
Out 'neath the arms of Cassiopeia Where the sword of Orion sweeps It's me and you, Rosie, cracklin' like crossed wires And you breathin' in your sleep And you breathin' in your sleep
Well there's just a spark of a campfire left burnin' Two kids in a sleeping bag beside Reach 'neath your shirt, put my hands across your belly and feel Another one kickin' inside And I ain't gonna fuck it up this time
It's been a long time comin', my dear It's been a long time comin', but now it's here It's been a long time comin', my dear It's been a long time comin', but now it's here
It's been a long time comin', my dear It's been a long time comin', but now it's here It's been a long time comin', my dear It's been a long time comin', but now it's here
Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man He robbed the Glendale train He stole from the rich, and he gave to the poor He'd a hand and a heart and a brain
Well, it was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward I wonder now how he feels For he ate of Jesse's bread, and he slept in Jesse's bed Then he laid poor Jesse in his grave
Well, Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life Three children, now they were brave Well, that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard He laid poor Jesse in his grave
That Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor He'd never rob a mother or a child There never was a man with the law in his hand That could take Jesse James when alive
It was on a Saturday night, and the moon was shining bright They robbed the Glendale train And the people they did say over many miles away “It was those outlaws, they're Frank and Jesse James!”
Well, Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life Three children, now they were brave Well, that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard He laid poor Jesse in his grave
Now the people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death They wondered how he'd ever come to fall Robert Ford, it was a fact, he shot Jesse in the back While Jesse hung a picture on the wall
Now Jesse went to rest with his hand on his breast The devil upon his knee He was born one day in the County Clay And he came from a solitary race
Well, Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life Three children, now they were brave Well, that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard He laid poor Jesse in his grave Woah!
That Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor He'd never rob a mother or a child There never was a man with the law in his hand That could take Jesse James when alive
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they’re gettin' ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state and the D.A. can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
Well now everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got debts that no honest man can pay So I drew what I had from the Central Trust And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I'll stay We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold so put on your stockin’s baby 'cause the night's getting cold And everything dies baby that’s a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find Down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line Well I’m tired of comin' out on the losin' end So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your hair up nice and set up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Put your hair up nice and set up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Today, The Grandma has been buying some summer clothes. She has chosen one of her favourite designers, the Swedish Gudrun Sjödén,who was born on a day like today in 1941.
Gudrun Sjödén (née Rådevik) is a Swedish fashion label and retail chain.
Sjödén grew up in the village of Julita in Södermanland, and studied textile and fashion at Konstfack from 1958 to 1963. She married photographer Björn Sjödén (1940-2016) in 1961.
In 1976, Gudrun Sjödén, a 1963 graduate of Konstfack College of Arts and Design in Stockholm, working with her husband Bjorn, opened a store in Stockholm on Regeringsgatan selling clothing of her own design. By 1978 the pair had mail order sales of SEK 2 million.
In 1981, Sjödén established mail order sales in Germany with her sister, Christina Rådevik, and between 1983 and 1990 they opened two stores in the US, as well as stores in Stockholm, Zirndorf, Gothenburg and Nuremberg.
In 1993, the company began selling a home textiles collection. Over the next several years the mail order business was expanded to Norway and the United Kingdom.
In 2003, a store was opened on Stora Nygatan in Stockholm, selling fashion, home textiles and flowers.
In 2004, Sjödén opened a store in Malmö, and she was named Entrepreneur of the Year by Stockholm Business Week magazine.
In 2005, Sjödén was awarded the Stockholm Chamber of Trade World Class Prize. Stores were later opened in Hamburg, Oslo, Copenhagen and Stuttgart.
In 2007, Sjödén was presented by King Carl Gustaf of Sweden with His Majesty the King's medal, Litteris et Artibus, for her contribution as a fashion designer.
After 2009, the Gudrun Sjödén company continued to expand, opening various stores and a warehouse. Sales reached half a billion Swedish kronor by 2011, and the company employed about 230 people.
In 2011, Thomas Hedström was named CEO, while Sjödén remained Creative Director and Head of Design. The company had a turnover of SEK 500 million, and about 230 direct employees within the group.
In 2012, Sjödén was presented with ELLE magazine's Sustainability Award and also the Businesswoman of the Year Award from BPW, Business and Professional Women Sweden. She carried out environmental work at the Parsons School of Design in New York City, and in 2013 was awarded the Kungliga Patriotiska Sällskapet (The Royal Patriotic Society) Business Medal.
They opened in the UK in 2012.
In 2016, the company is headquartered
in Stockholm, and has 12 stores in Sweden, Norway, Denmark, Finland,
the UK and the US, and via a Germany subsidiary, six stores in Germany.
The company produces and sells fashion clothing an textiles using
natural materials, and unusual in fashion labels for offering sizes up
to XXL.
I love contrasts and surprising combinations. Absolutely nothing run-of-the-mill. Colourful stripes and mixed motifs, combinable multi-seasonal styles, functional and one-of-a-kind pieces that are flattering for all ages and figures, and will never get outdated. Mostly crafted from natural materials, with an emphasis on sustainable Nordic design.
Today, The Grandma has been reading about ÉlisabethThible, the first woman whomade a flight in an untethered hot air balloon,on a day like today in 1784.
Élisabeth Thible, or ElizabethTible (née Estrieux, 8 March 1757-13 February 1785), was the first woman to make a flight in anuntethered hot air balloon. She was born in Lyon, France, on 8 March 1757.
On 4 June 1784, eight months after the first crewed balloon flight, Thible flew with a Monsieur Fleurant on board a hot air balloon christened La Gustave in honour of King Gustav III of Sweden's visit to Lyon.
Monsieur Fleurant originally planned to fly the hot air balloon with Count Jean-Baptiste de Laurencin, but the count gave his position on The Gustave to Élisabeth Thible.
When the balloon left the ground Thible, dressed as the Roman goddess Minerva, and Fleurant sang two duets from Monsigny's La Belle Arsène, a celebrated opera of the time. The flight lasted 45 minutes, covered 4 kilometres, and achieved an estimated altitude of 1,500 metres. It was witnessed by King Gustav III of Sweden in whose honour the balloon was named. During the bumpy landing Thible turned an ankle as the basket hit the ground. She was credited by Fleurant with the success of the flight both because she fed the balloon's fire box en route and by exhibiting her remarkable courage.
Little is known of Madame Thible; she is described as the abandoned spouse (épouse délaissée) of a Lyon merchant. No record of her survives as a professional opera singer. She died in Paris on 13 February 1785.
A hot air balloon is a lighter-than-air aircraft consisting of a bag, called an envelope, which contains heated air. Suspended beneath is a gondola or wicker basket (in some long-distance or high-altitude balloons, a capsule), which carries passengers and a source of heat, in most cases an open flame caused by burning liquid propane. The heated air inside the envelope makes it buoyant, since it has a lower density than the colder air outside the envelope. As with all aircraft, hot air balloons cannot fly beyond the atmosphere. The envelope does not have to be sealed at the bottom, since the air inside the envelope is at about the same pressure as the surrounding air.
The hot air balloon is the first successful human-carrying flight technology. The first untethered manned hot air balloon flight in the world was performed in Paris, France, by Jean-François Pilâtre de Rozier and François Laurent d'Arlandes on November 21, 1783, in a balloon created by the Montgolfier brothers. Hot air balloons that can be propelled through the air rather than simply drifting with the wind are known as thermal airships.
Today, The Grandma has been watching some films interpreted by PauletteGoddard, one of the prominent leading actress during the Golden Age of Hollywood.
Paulette Goddard (born Marion Levy; June 3, 1910-April 23, 1990) was an American actress and socialite. Her career spanned six decades, from the 1920s to the early 1970s. She was a prominent leading actress during the Golden Age of Hollywood.
Born in New York City and raised in Kansas City, Missouri, Goddard initially began her career as a child fashion model and performer in several Broadway productions as a Ziegfeld Girl. In the early 1930s, she moved to Hollywood and gained notice as the romantic partner of actor and comedian CharlieChaplin, appearing as his leading lady in Modern Times (1936) and The Great Dictator (1940).
After signing with Paramount Pictures, Goddard became one of the studio's biggest stars with roles in The Cat and the Canary (1939) with Bob Hope, The Women (1939) with Joan Crawford, North West Mounted Police (1940) with Gary Cooper, Reap the Wild Wind (1942) with John Wayne and Susan Hayward, So Proudly We Hail! (1943) (for which she received a nomination for Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress), Kitty (1945) with Ray Milland, and Unconquered (1947) with Gary Cooper.
Goddard was noted as a fiercely independent woman for her time, being described by one executive as dynamite. Her marriages to Chaplin, the actor Burgess Meredith, and the writer Erich Maria Remarque received substantial media attention. Following her marriage to Remarque, Goddard moved to Switzerland and largely retired from acting. In the 1980s, she became a notable socialite.
Goddard died in Switzerland in 1990.
Goddard was born in New York City, as Marion Levy, the daughter of Joseph Russell Le Vee, the son of a prosperous cigar manufacturer from Salt Lake City, and Alta Mae Goddard.
Goddard first visited Hollywood in 1929.
Chaplin sent her to local acting teacher Neely Dickson at the Hollywood Community Theater to, in Dickson's words, give her a polish. It marked a turning point in Goddard's career when Chaplin cast her as his leading lady in his next box office hit, Modern Times (1936). Her role as The Gamin, an orphan girl who runs away from the authorities and becomes The Tramp's companion, was her first credited film appearance and garnered her mainly positive reviews, Frank S. Nugent of The New York Times describing her as the fitting recipient of the great Charlot's championship.
Following the success of Modern Times, Chaplin planned other projects with Goddard in mind as a co-star. However, Chaplin worked on his projects slowly, and Goddard worried that the public might forget about her if she did not continue to make regular film appearances.
On April 23, 1990, aged 79, Goddard died at her home in Switzerland.
Arguably, Goddard's foremost legacies remain her two feature films with CharlesChaplin -Modern Times and The Great Dictator- and a $20 million donation to New York University (NYU) in New York City to fund an institution devoted to European studies, named after Remarque.
I lived in Hollywood long enough to learn to play tennis and become a star, but I never felt it was my home. I was never looking for a home, as a matter of fact.
Today, The Grandma has been readingsome works of Thomas Hardy, theEnglish novelist and poet, who was bornon a day like today in 1840.
Thomas Hardy (2 June 1840-11 January 1928) wasan English novelist and poet.
A Victorian realist in the tradition of George Eliot, he was influenced both in his novels and in his poetry by Romanticism,including the poetry of William Wordsworth. He was highlycritical of much in Victorian society, especially on the declining status of rural people in Britain such as those from his native South West England.
While Hardy wrote poetry throughout his life and regarded himself primarily as a poet, his first collection was not published until 1898. Initially, he gained fame as the author of novels such as Far from the Madding Crowd (1874), The Mayor of Casterbridge (1886), Tess of the d'Urbervilles (1891) and Jude the Obscure (1895). During his lifetime, Hardy's poetry was acclaimed by younger poets (particularly the Georgians) who viewed him as a mentor. After his death his poems were lauded by Ezra Pound, W. H. Auden and Philip Larkin.
Many of his novels concern tragic characters struggling against their passions and social circumstances, and they are often set in the semi-fictional region of Wessex; initially based on the medieval Anglo-Saxon kingdom, Hardy's Wessex eventually came to include the counties of Dorset, Wiltshire, Somerset, Devon, Hampshire and much of Berkshire, in south-west and south central England. Two of his novels, Tess of the d'Urbervilles and Far from the Madding Crowd, were listed in the top 50 on the BBC's survey of best-loved novels, The Big Read.
Thomas Hardy was born on 2 June 1840 in Higher Bockhampton (then Upper Bockhampton), a hamlet in the parish of Stinsford to the east of Dorchester in Dorset, England, where his father Thomas (1811-1892) worked as a stonemason and local builder. His parents had married at Melbury Osmond on 22 December 1839.
Hardy's interest in the theatre dated from the 1860s. He corresponded with various would-be adapters over the years, including Robert Louis Stevenson in 1886 and Jack Grein and Charles Jarvis in the same decade. Neither adaptation came to fruition, but Hardy showed he was potentially enthusiastic about such a project. One play that was performed, however, caused him a certain amount of pain. His experience of the controversy and lukewarm critical reception that had surrounded his and Comyns Carr's adaptation of Far from the Madding Crowd in 1882 left him wary of the damage that adaptations could do to his literary reputation.
So, in 1908, he so readily and enthusiastically became involved with a local amateur group, at the time known as the Dorchester Dramatic and Debating Society, but that would become the Hardy Players. His reservations about adaptations of his novels meant he was initially at some pains to disguise his involvement in the play. However, the international success of the play, The Trumpet Major, led to a long and successful collaboration between Hardy andthe Players over the remaining years of his life. Indeed, his play The Famous Tragedy of the Queen of Cornwall at Tintagel in Lyonnesse (1923) was written to be performed by the Hardy Players.
In 1914, Hardy was one of 53 leading British authors -including H. G. Wells, Rudyard Kipling and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle- who signed their names to the Authors' Declaration, justifying Britain's involvement in the First World War. This manifesto declared that the German invasion of Belgium had been a brutal crime, and that Britain could not without dishonour have refused to take part in the present war.
Hardy was horrified by the destruction caused by the war, pondering that I do not think a world in which such fiendishness is possible to be worth the saving and better to let western 'civilization' perish, and let the black and yellow races have a chance. He wrote to John Galsworthy that the exchange of international thought is the only possible salvation for the world.
Shortly after helping to excavate the Fordington mosaic, Hardy became ill with pleurisy in December 1927 and died at Max Gate just after 9 pm on 11 January 1928, having dictated his final poem to his wife on his deathbed.
His funeral was on 16 January at Westminster Abbey, and it proved a controversial occasion because Hardy had wished for his body to be interred at Stinsford in the same grave as his first wife, Emma.
Considered a Victorian realist, Hardy examines the social constraints on the lives of those living in Victorian England, and criticises those beliefs, especially those relating to marriage, education and religion, that limitedpeople's lives and caused unhappiness.
Today, The Grandma wants to talk about RosenborgBallklub Kvinner,the Norwegian women's professional football club in Trondheim, Trøndelag.
Rosenborg Ballklub Kvinner (previously known as Sportsklubben Trondheims-Ørn) is a Norwegian women's professional football club in Trondheim, Trøndelag.
The club was founded as a multi-sports club on May 18, 1917, and became a member of the Workers' Sports Federation in the 1920s. It was first based in Lademoen and had a clubhouse at Buran between 1946 and the 1960s. It had sections for men's football, Nordic skiing, speed skating, track and field, and swimming. Team handball followed in 1952, and ice hockey in 1961.
The women's football section was established in 1972, twelve years before a national league was organized. The men's football team and all other sports were discontinued in 1984, so that only the women's football section survived.
Rosenborg Kvinner has won the Toppserien seven times, which is a record tied with LSK Kvinner. It also holds a record eight cup championships. It has also won the Nordic champions cup once.
In February 2020, the club merged with the men's football club Rosenborg BK and the name was changed from SK Trondheims-Ørn to Rosenborg BK Kvinner.
The Toppserien is the top level of women's association football in Norway. It was founded in 1984.
Women's league football was introduced on a county basis in 1977. These leagues acted as qualification for the regional (South) league in 1979. Regional leagues were in operation until the formation of the First Division 1984, when the league was divided into three regions, Group Eastern-Norway (Østlandet),GroupWestern-Norway (Vestlandet), and Group Mid-Norway (Trøndelag). No teams from Northern-Norway (Nord-Norge) played, however. The winners of the three groups met each other for a play-off. Regional leagues for women had been played before 1984, and a championship play-off had been done between the winners of Mid-Norway and Eastern-Norway in 1983 (Trondheims-Ørn beat Setskog 2-1), but this championship was considered unofficial by the Football Association of Norway.
In 1986, a group for Northern-Norway was added, and in 1987, the groups and play-off matches were dropped, and one single league with teams from all over the country was played.
The league was known as 1. divisjon (Norwegian for 1st Division) from 1984 to 1995, the Eliteserien (Norwegian for The Elite League) from 1996 to 1999, and the Toppserien (Norwegian for The Top League) from 2000.
Traditionally, Trondheims-Ørn and Asker was the two power-houses of Toppserien, with 7 and 6 championship wins respectively. Trondheims-Ørn finished in the top three 16 out of 23 times from the beginning in 1984 to their current last medal in 2006.
In 1998, Asker managed the almost unthinkable, winning every single one of their 18 league games that season (Asker didn't win the double that season, however, as the club was knocked out of the semi-finals of the cup by Trondheims-Ørn). However Asker FK, the women's team within Asker Fotball, became bankrupt at the end of 2008 and most of the players were transferred to a new team within the nearby Stabæk IF, named Stabæk FK (FK=Fotball Kvinner (Football Women)). Asker finished among the top three 18 out of the 25 seasons the club existed. The new Stabæk team began playing in the Toppserien from the 2009 season and won the league in 2010 and 2013. Røa won Toppserien five times from 2004 to 2011. Lillestrøm SK Kvinner won six consecutive titles from 2014 to 2019.
The Grandma continuesrememberingher last staying in Trondheim.
She was veryimpressedby Nidarosdomen,the ChurchofNorwaycathedral located in the city of Trondheim, that is a jewel of Romanesque and Gothic.
Nidaros Cathedral, in Norwegian Nidarosdomen or Nidaros domkirke, is a Church of Norway cathedral located in the city of Trondheim in Trøndelag county.
It is built over the burial site of King Olav II (c. 995-1030, reigned 1015-1028), who became the patron saint of the nation, and is the traditional location for the consecration of new Norwegian monarchs.
It was built over a 230-year period, from 1070 to 1300 when it was substantially completed. However additional work, additions and renovations have continued intermittently since then, including a major reconstruction starting in 1869 and completed in 2001.
In 1152, the church was designated as the cathedral for the Catholic Archdiocese of Nidaros. In 1537, during the Protestant Reformation, it became part of the newly established state Church of Norway.
It is the northernmost medieval cathedral in the world.
The cathedral is the main church for the Nidaros og Vår Frue parish, the seat of the Nidaros domprosti (arch-deanery), and the seat of the Bishop of the Diocese of Nidaros.
The Preses of the Church of Norway is also based at this cathedral. The church seats about 1,850 people.
Nidaros Cathedral was built beginning in 1070 to memorialize the burial place of Olav II of Norway, the king who was killed in 1030 in the Battle of Stiklestad. He was canonized as Saint Olav a year later by Grimketel, the Bishop of Nidaros, the canonization was later confirmed by the pope.
Since the Reformation, it has served as the cathedral of the Lutheran bishops of Trondheim or Nidaros in the Diocese of Nidaros.
The architectural style of the cathedral is Romanesque and Gothic.Historically it has been an important destination for pilgrims coming from all of Northern Europe.
Along with Vår Frue Church, the cathedral is part of the Nidaros og Vår Frue parish in the Nidaros deanery in the Diocese of Nidaros.
Work on the cathedral as a memorial to St. Olav started in 1070. It was finished some time around 1300, nearly 150 years after being established as the cathedral of the diocese. The cathedral was badly damaged by fires in 1327 and again in 1531. The nave was destroyed and was not rebuilt until the restoration in early 1900s.
Today, the cathedral is a popular tourist attraction. Nidaros Cathedral is the site of the observation of Olav's Wake, in Norwegian Olavsvaka. This religious and cultural festival is centered upon the anniversary of the death of Saint Olav at the Battle of Stiklestad.
Today, The Grandma has been remembering when she was living and working in Trondheim, one of the most beautiful places in Trøndelag county, Norway.
Trondheim, historically Kaupangen, Nidaros, and Trondhjem, is a city and municipality in Trøndelag county, Norway.
Trondheim is the third most populous municipality in Norway, and is the fourth largest urban area.
Trondheim lies on the south shore of TrondheimFjord at the mouth of the River Nidelva. Among the significant technology-oriented institutions headquartered in Trondheim are the Norwegian University of Science and Technology (NTNU), the Foundation for Scientific and Industrial Research (SINTEF), the Geological Survey of Norway (NGU), and St. Olavs University Hospital.
The settlement was founded in 997 as a trading post and served as the capital of Norway from the Viking Age until 1217. From 1152 to 1537, the city was the seat of the Catholic Archdiocese of Nidaros; it then became, and has remained, the seat of the Lutheran Diocese of Nidaros and the site of the Nidaros Cathedral. It was incorporated in 1838. The current municipality was formed in 1964, when Trondheim merged with Byneset Municipality, Leinstrand Municipality, Strinda Municipality, and Tiller Municipality, and further expanded on 1 January 2020, when Trondheim merged with Klæbu Municipality.
Trondheim is home to football club Rosenborg, Norway's most successful football club, and Granåsen Ski Centre, which has hosted the World Championship in Nordic Skiing.
The city was established in 997 by Olav Tryggvason and it was originally named Nidaros, in Old Norse Niðaróss. The first element of the name was the local river Nid. The last element of the name was óss which meant the mouth of a river. Thus the name meant the outlet of the river Nid. Although the formal name was Nidaros, the city was commonly known as kaupangr, which means city or marketplace, or more specifically kaupangr í Þróndheimi which means the city in Trondhei".
Trondheim, in Old Norse Þróndheimr, was the historic name for the whole district which is now known as Trøndelag. This is the area where the people were known as Trønder (þróndr). This district name Trondheim meant the home of the Trønder people (literally Trønder-home) and Trøndelag, in Old Norse Þrǿndalǫg, originally meant the law area of the Trønder people (literally Trønder-law). The name of the Trønder people derives from the Old Norse word þróndr which is an old present participle of the verb þróask which means to grow or to thrive.
During the late Middle Ages, the city name was commonly shortened to Þróndheimr, dropping the kaupanger part, and over time the name became Trondhjem, using the Dano-Norwegian spelling rather than the Old Norse spelling since the city was part of the Kingdom of Denmark-Norway for centuries.
On 21 December 1917, a royal resolution enacted the 1917 Norwegian language reforms. Around the time, many municipalities and cities had their names changed to Norwegianize the spelling and make them look less Danish.
On 1 January 1919, the name of the local Church of Norway diocese was changed from Trondhjem stift to Nidaros bispedømme. In 1924, the name of the Norwegian capital city was changed from Kristiania to Oslo, removing the name referencing a Danish King in favor of the very old name Oslo.
In 1928, a referendum in Trondhjem was held on whether to keep the current name or to bring back the original name of Nidaros. On 6 March 1931, the name was formally changed to Trondheim, using the medieval Norwegian spelling instead of the Danish version Trondhjem. The name of the diocese and cathedral, however, continued using the name Nidaros.
Trondheim was briefly named Drontheim during the Second World War as a German exonym.
Trondheim was named Kaupangen by Viking King Olav Tryggvason in997CE. Shortly after that, it came to be called Nidaros. Initially, it was frequently used as a military retainer of King Olav I. It was also frequently used as the king's seat and was Norway's capital until 1217.
People have lived in the area for thousands of years, as evidenced by the rock carvings in central Norway, the Nøstvet and Lihult cultures, and the Corded Ware culture. In ancient times, the kings of Norway were hailed in Trondheim at Øretinget, the place for the assembly of all free men by the mouth of the River Nidelva.
During the Second World War, Trondheim was occupied by Nazi Germanyfrom 9 April 1940, the first day of the invasion of Norway, until the end of the war in Europe, 8 May 1945.
The city and its citizens were subjected to harsh treatment by the occupying power, including the imposition of martial law in October 1942. During this time, the Germans turned the city and its environs into a major base for submarines, and contemplated a scheme to build a new city for 300,000 inhabitants, Nordstern, near the wetlands of Øysand on the outskirts of Melhus municipality. This new metropolis was to be accompanied by a massively expanded version of the already existing naval base, which was intended to become the future primary stronghold of the German Kriegsmarine. A start was made on this enormous construction project, but it was far from completed when the war ended, and today, there are few physical remains of it.
Trondheim is situated where the River Nidelva meets Trondheim Fjord with an excellent harbour and sheltered condition. In the Middle Ages the river was deep enough to be navigable by most boats. However, in the mid-17th century, an avalanche of mud and stones made it less navigable, and partly ruined the harbour.
Trondheim has a broad music scene, and is known for its strong communities committed to rock, jazz and classical music. The city's interest in Jazz and classical music are spearheaded by the music conservatory at NTNU which has been called one of the most innovative in the world, and the municipal music school, Trondheim Kommunale Musikk- og Kulturskole. The TrondheimSymphony Orchestra and the Trondheim Soloists are well-known. The city hosts a yearly Jazz festival, and is home to Trondheim Jazz Orchestra. The Fjordgata Records label is also hosted in Trondheim.
Classical artists hailing from Trondheim include violinist Arve Tellefsen, Elise Båtnes and Marianne Thorsen. Also the Nidaros Cathedral Boys' Choir.
I just enjoy walking around the city [Trondheim]. I would go to Bakklandet. It's the oldest part of the city. It's very beautiful and cozy there. It's a great place to walk around on a sunny day.
Vou pedir-te um coração: O meu, caiu-me no chão E quebrou-se em mil pedaços. Diz bem alto o que lá viu: Que, quando ele se partiu, Tinha a forma dos teus braços. Vou pedir-te um sentimento, Os meus lanceios ao vento Por me sentir tão cansada. Mas, ao vê-lo de voar Tive ganas de chorar, Porque não sentia nada! Vou pedir-te mais um dia, Para gastar a alegria Que me deste no passado. E se depois tenho a certeza, Há de chegar a tristeza
Só não te peço a verdade: Aprendi que a liberdade Também é uma traição. Quero amar seja quem for E por isso, meu amor, Vou pedir-te um coração. Quero amar seja quem for E por isso, meu amor, Vou pedir-te um coração...
Vou pedir-te mais um dia, Para gastar a alegria Que me deste no passado. E se depois tenho a certeza, Há de chegar a tristeza
És um raio de luz na minha vida Um pequeno e bom raio de luz na minha vida E essa luz clara e branca que tens é que ilumina Todos os passos que me levam até ti
És mais quente que o sol quando amanhece Brilhas mais do que as estrelas do céu quando anoitece E esse raio de luz que tu és, nunca se esquece De iluminar cada momento para mim
Deixa-me ser como tu Um raio de luz ardente Eu queria ser como tu és Luz e amor somente
Eu queria ser como tu E abraçar-te contente Numa só esfera de luz Eternamente presente
Abraçar-te por fim por muitos anos Devolvendo à realidade o que sonhámos Desejava dedicar-me assim por muitos anos E nunca mais renunciar a este amor
Deixa-me ser como tu Um raio de luz ardente Eu queria ser como tu és Luz e amor somente
Eu queria ser como tu E abraçar-te contente Numa só esfera de luz Eternamente presente
Deixa-me ser como tu Um raio de luz ardente Eu queria ser como tu és Luz e amor somente
Eu queria ser como tu E abraçar-te contente Numa só esfera de luz Eternamente presente
Deixa-me ser como tu Um raio de luz ardente Eu queria ser como tu és Luz e amor somente
Quem disse que o amar que custa Decerto que nunca amou Eu amei e fui amada Nunca o amar me custou
Fiando junto à lareira Dizia a avó à netinha No tempo esta mãe tinha O crepitar da fogueira
Meu amor, não há maneira De fugir à fé robusta Da paixão que não assusta Quem ficou por ter amado Porque saqueia em pecado Quem diz que o amar te custa
Sua neta ao ver-se liada No seu íntimo segredo Apenas sorri, a medo E que, fosse envergonhada
Fingindo não dar por nada A avó continuou Quis um dia ao teu avô Como ele me quis a mim E quem nunca amou assim Decerto que nunca amou!
Quem disse que o amar que custa Decerto que nunca amou Eu amei e fui amada Nunca o amar me custou
Vejo do cais mil janelas Da minha velha Lisboa Vejo Alfama das vielas O Castelo, a Madragoa
E os meus olhos rasos d'água Deixam por toda a cidade A minha prece de mágoa Nesta canção de saudade
Quando eu partir Reza por mim Lisboa Que eu vou sentir Lisboa Penas sem fim Lisboa Saudade atroz Que o coração magoa E a minha voz entoa Feita canção Lisboa
Mas se ao voltar Me vires chorar Perdoa Que eu abra a porta à tristeza Para depois rir à toa
Tenho a certeza Que ao ver as ruas Tal qual hoje as vejo Esse teu ar de rainha do Tejo Hei-de beijar-te Lisboa
Hei-de beijar com ternura As tuas sete colinas E vou andar à procura De mim nas tuas esquinas
E tu Lisboa hás-de vir Aqui ao cais, como agora Para eu te dizer a rir O que hoje a minha alma chora
Quando eu partir Reza por mim Lisboa Que eu vou sentir Lisboa Penas sem fim Lisboa Saudade atroz Que o coração magoa E a minha voz entoa Feita canção Lisboa
Mas se ao voltar Me vires chorar Perdoa Que eu abra a porta à tristeza Para depois rir à toa
Tenho a certeza Que ao ver as ruas Tal qual hoje as vejo Esse teu ar de rainha do Tejo Hei-de beijar-te Lisboa
Quando eu partir Reza por mim Lisboa Que eu vou sentir Lisboa Penas sem fim Lisboa Saudade atroz Que o coração magoa E a minha voz entoa Feita canção Lisboa
Uma guitarra baixinho Numa viela sombria Entoa um fado velhinho É noite na Mouraria
Apita um barco no Tejo Na rua passa um rufia Em cada boca há um beijo É noite na Mouraria
Tudo é fado, tudo é vida Tudo é amor sem guarida Dor, sentimento, alegria
Tudo é fado, tudo é sorte Retalhos de vida e morte É noite na Mouraria Tudo é fado, tudo é sorte Retalhos de vida e morte É noite na Mouraria
Cai o luar na viela Perdida saudade ao vento No céu queima-se uma estrela Na ruela há um lamento Lamento de amor que é fado Dando ao pensar nostalgia O tempo passa apressado É noite na Mouraria
Tudo é fado, tudo é vida Tudo é amor sem guarida Dor, sentimento, alegria
Venho a ti de mãos abertas Como se fossem de espanto Trago a chama dos poetas Sob uma vela de pranto
Venho a ti de mãos fechadas Como se fossem de bruma Trago a flor das madrugadas Nos meus cabelos de espuma
Venho de longe, Lisboa Desaguar no teu regaço O meu corpo de canoa O meu corpo de canoa Amortalhado de espaço
Venho de longe, Lisboa Agasalhar no teu cais O meu corpo de falua O meu corpo de falua Despido nos temporais
Venho a ti de mãos vazias Perdi sonhos no caminho Quero pousar os meus dias No teu vestido de linho
Venho a ti de pés descalços Como se fossem de vento Sou a sombra de dois braços Na loja do esquecimento Só tu sabes o meu nome Por isso a ti me confio Com fados mata-me a fome Com penas tira-me o frio Quero voar no teu sono Como a gaivota no rio Que viveu por não ter dono Que morreu por desafio
Venho a ti de mãos abertas Como se fossem de espanto Trago a chama dos poetas Sob uma vela de pranto Venho a ti de mãos fechadas Como se fossem de bruma Trago a flor das madrugadas Nos meus cabelos de espuma
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