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Summer Issue 2012

Marilyns Manicures gets the thumbs (and fingers) up!

Jewish Care Charity Registration No.802559

Editorial
Some of you may be wondering why there hasnt been a Shemesh out for a while. Thats because the editor has been under the weather; so as assistant editor. Ive stepped into the breech to get this edition out for publication. Wishing all our readers a glorious summer and happy reading!

On the Grapevine
Since the last Shemesh, weve welcomed a new member of staff to Kadimah, Barbara Reggio, who has quickly settled in and has joined in all kinds of activities with warmth, talent and humour. Barbara had the misfortune to join us at a time when various changes to the organisation of Jewish Care Mental Health services are being implemented, which meant that a disproportionate part of her time is spent at meetings and training. We hope she will soon be able to benefit from more of the fun side of Kadimah. The changes mentioned above, principally amalgamation with JAMI, will we hope bring improvements to the service, but are at present in the consultation stages more about this in our next edition. JAMI stands for Jewish Association for Mental Illness, a label our members are not happy with and which is one of the subjects under scrutiny. David Feltrin (pictured far left) has been kindly volunteering over the last few months and is now our resident IT wizard. If you fancy honing up on your computer skills hed love to see you at his one-to-one sessions every Thursday. Other relative newcomers to Kadimah are members Alan Zeligson, Joanna, Leo and Whisky the support dog (pictured above with Carlo), who have brought really positive contributions to the social mix. Annie Rottenburg has been poorly of late and all her chums at Kadimah send her lots of love and wish her a speedy recovery.
The views expressed in Shemesh are not necessarily those of Jewish Care or its employees. No article or photo published in Shemesh can be reproduced in part or in full, electronically or by any other means without prior permission of Jewish Care. Jewish Care 2012.
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Contents
4 6 8 9 10 11 12 14 15 16 18 19 20 20 21 22 24 26 27 30 31 32 - Von Strudel - Face to Face - Arts Caf - Olympic Quiz - London 2012 - Smoky Clouds - Colonial Lifes Last Hurrah - What Makes a Man a Jew? - Thats It - Seaside Landlady - Puzzle Hub - Thats Far Out Brother - Debras Cookery Club - Charades - Who Am I? - The Black Dog - Escape From the Tower - Post Bag - Twangs for the Memories - Summer Dessert Recipe The Rio Matinee - The Lighter Side Editor/Tea-boy Assistant Editor Consultant Photographer Typing Pool Proof Reader Michelin * Chef Suzy Cohen John Woodger Deryck Stewart Ann Howard Ian Ephraim David Cohen Chiwyeung Cheung
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Nurofen-on-Crouch Dear Baroness, Im allergic to aspirin. When I take it, my head balloons to forty times its normal size. I have to take it all the time due to severe migraines, so can you recommend another type of pill to alleviate this deformity? Yours Largely Sid Swells Dear Sid, I contacted your GP, who informed me that your real head is the size of a peanut so keep taking the aspirin. Your abnormality puts me in mind of a girl at my old school who, unusually, had two arms, two legs, but no head. It was very surreal when she did cartwheels in gymnastics class because you could never tell when shed finished! Yours Normally Von Perfect Hackney Garden Suburb Dear Excellency, Im pregnant, but I am much too nervous of going to the hospital to have a scan, but Id love to know if Im going to have a boy or a girl. Do you know of any ancient ways of telling what gender the nipper might be? Yours Eagerly Bunny Oven Dear Bunny, Apparently if you dangle a needle over your stomach and it goes round and rounds then youre going to have a girl and if it goes from side to side itll be a boy. And if it gets pulled downwards youre going to have a magnet! Yours Helpfully Von Old-Wives Tale
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Cirrhosis by-the-Sea Dear Baroness, I misplaced my iPhone and filofax in my local pub last week and, when the police arrived to take my statement, they said I was all tired and emotional, (16 lagers and a quart of vodka) and so they promptly arrested me! Is this a miscarriage of justice? Yours Swayingly Dom Perignon Dear Dom, The police have informed me that you were locked up because you were acting all drunk and disorganized. And because you were driven away in a police van, it sounds like a carriage, rather than a miscarriage of justice my dear fellow! Yours Legally Von Handcuffs Edgeworn Road Dear Baroness, Ive had two proposals of marriage from my baker and butcher recently, which profession do you think is the best option to marry? Yours Excitedly Catherine Wheel Dear Cathy, I once went to my bakers and asked for a sausage roll and he said, You want me to put it in the microwave for you? Yes please, I replied. So he followed me home and stayed for three months. And my local butcher once bet me 100 that I couldnt reach the meat on his top shelf and I had to decline the wager because the steaks were too high. I suggest you marry a dentist instead; imagine all that lovely free enamelling and bridge work! Yours Matchmakingly Von Go-Between
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In this issue weve set a few questions to volunteer, Steve Wasserman.

You are currently volunteering at Kadimah, facilitating the Book Break group. Can you tell our readers a little something about that? I was trained by The Reader Organisation to deliver Get Into Reading groups, which are designed to get people to connect with great literature and with each other through human interaction and selfreflection encouragement of expression in talking about the text in weekly sessions, providing valuable structure and a meaningful activity: focusing on the positive within each individual. providing a safe, comfortable environment. encouraging people to read aloud. helping people to connect with, and understand, a rich variety of reading material. We understand you are a MBSR therapist. What does this therapeutic approach entail? In the last ten years, Mindfulness Based Stress Reduction (MBSR) and Mindfulness Based Cognitive Therapy (MBCT) have begun to be used by therapists more and more in helping people reduce stress, anxiety and depression in their lives, as well as the distress associated with chronic pain. I teach people this technique of mindfulness, which helps them to pay more attention to what is going on for them - internally and externally. Some of the benefits of mindfulness include: an increased awareness and understanding of how your mind works. coping skills which can be used when things take a turn for the worse.
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changes in perspective towards troubling emotions and body sensations. establishing a better relationship with your Inner Critic. tuning in more to your life: its pleasures small and large. achieving a greater feeling of self-control and focus. Whats your idea of the perfect chill-out weekend? I would probably go for a really nice long walk in the Chiltern Hills (just north of London). I often walk there on the weekends; take a lovely little picnic with me. Maybe do some gardening, some reading outside if the weather is nice. Which book holds an everlasting resonance for you? So hard to answer this, because there are usually a few key books that are important for me at any time and, like everything else, these are always changing. But one book which Ive read a number of times and has some deep wisdom in it, which Im probably still trying to understand, is The Magus by John Fowles. What piece of wisdom would you pass on to a child? I'm not sure wisdom can be passed on; as I think it probably has to be learnt by each of us for ourselves, in our own way. But. I suppose. some of the things Ive learnt (probably only in the last few years!) which Id hope a child or an adult might come to some understanding of too, would be: a) the importance of kindness (particularly to ourselves, but of course to others too). b) the need to understand what truly moves us and inspires us in life, what our deepest values are and to try and live as much in accord with those as possible. c) the lesson that life is about change (thankfully pain and sorrow dont last forever but, unfortunately, neither does joy and pleasure).

Handiwork by David Cohen, Myriam, Sarah, Ann, Barbara, Rami, Allison and Carlo.

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In the Montreal games (1976), which Romanian gymnast scored 7 maximum scores of 10 as she won three golds, one silver and a bronze? a) Nadia Comaneci b) Nellie Kim c) Olga Korbut 2. Which current BBC athletics commentator won a bronze medal in the 10,000 metres in Montreal? (pictured below at the finish line) a) Steve Cram b) Dave Moorcroft c) Brendan Foster In which year were the first modern Olympic 3. Games held? a) 1896 b) 1900 c) 1892 4. Which of the following was introduced into the Olympics before the other two? a) The Olympic Flame b) The Winners Podium c) Electronic Timing Equipment In which year did rower Steve Redgrave win his first gold medal? a) 1984 b) 1988 c) 1992 In which American state were the 1996 games held? a) Georgia b) Florida c) Texas How long is an Olympic sized swimming pool? a) 50 metres b) 75 metres c) 100 metres Which athlete was disqualified after testing positive for drugs at the mens 100 metres in Seoul in 1988? a) Linford Christie b) Ben Johnson c) Alan Wells Who won gold for Britain in the 100 metres backstroke in Moscow in 1980? a) Duncan Goodhew b) David Wilkie c) Gary Abraham In which Olympic sport are you not permitted to have a beard ? a) Fencing b) Boxing c) Wrestling Answers: Page 31
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THE TENSION IS GETTING HIGHER AND YOUR LEGS ARE GETTING WEAKER I MUST RELAX AND GIVE IT MY MAX YOURE THERE WAITING FOR THE START AS THE GUN GOES BARK YOU SET YOUR SIGHTS ON THE FINISH HOW YOUR BURNING AMBITION WONT DIMINISH AS THE CROWD STARTS TO ROAR CAN YOU FIND THAT LITTLE BIT MORE YOURE NOW COVERED IN GLORY OH, WHAT A FRONT PAGE STORY!
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Passing Clouds- a name dreamt up by an advertising executive,

aimed at wealthier smokers in an age when smoking tobacco was socially acceptable. These cigarettes were unusual as they were perfumed - a different odour for each cigarette; to be smoked in smart venues and salons frequented by those who considered themselves to be fashionable, avant-garde and sophisticated. Women tended to smoke them using very long cigarette-holders for a chic dramatic effect. Being costly, they gave smokers a feeling of superiority, as if belonging to an exclusive clique. Longer and thicker than most other brands of cigarette, they required specially designed cases, which added to their mystique. As with most items associated with the rich, people could pretend to buy into a life-style way above their means by occasionally smoking these extravagant cigarettes. Peter Fischman

Its lunch in 5 minutes but Id love to devour a cup-cake right now!

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It is 1958, Im 17 years old and Im in the middle of my year in Ceylon,

having left school and joined my parents for my fathers last year of service based at RAF Katunayeke. (He is busy designing and procuring the materials for a new airfield on the tiny island of Gan, some distance to the south of Ceylon). My younger brother has gone back to school after his 8-week holiday, while I have settled in to an enjoyable routine. After my morning duties at the RAF kindergarten, I have a free hour to spend at the swimming pool, where I hang out with the families of the officers and men, and such personnel who happen not to be on duty (working hours are 7am to 1pm afternoons are too hot to work). On an energetic day I practice diving from the springboard with other teenagers, or swim up to a length underwater. We are fairly competitive, but in a friendly kind of way. At the side of the pool I sit and chat with the sergeants wives and, like them, flirt with the airmen. (Nearly all of us are members of the womens hockey team, (can you spot me in the team photo?*) which lost heavily to at the Ceylon Ladies ground in Colombo. We just werent used to playing on lush grass our pitch was gravelly Laterite. We normally played against the mens team and were accustomed to slugging it out in up to two inches of rainwater). Today my friends are organising a midnight swim at the local beach. I have a strong feeling that my parents will never allow me to join this party. Over lunch I whine and plead with my mum and dad for an hour or more, with no success and, next day, at the pool I tell the sergeants wives that I have to decline their invitation. They are very sympathetic at this injustice, even indignant. Later that afternoon when my parents and I are lolling round on the veranda with glasses of iced lime juice watching Mynah birds scrabbling around beneath the coconut palms and listening to the roller birds wheeling overhead, Olwen and Liz pay us an unexpected call. They turn down the offer of cold drinks, and like a couple of lawyers they open their case for including me in their
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plans. They assure my father that they will keep an eye on me and make sure that I come to no harm. (Olwen is Welsh, Liz Irish, and both are possessed of an eloquence that is too much for my parents, who are drowsy and sluggish after lunch in the heat of the tropics). A small bus (the term mini for vehicles and clothing was not coined until the sixties) picks me up soon after dark, and takes a group of about twenty NCOs and wives to our local beach. Here we build a huge bonfire using fallen coconut fronds. It starts by being exciting, but the thrill fades as I realise that Im too young to be included in the flirtatious banter. Most of their jokes go over my head. Worst of all, it seems that Im the only one interested in bathing. After a while I wander off towards the sea, which is quieter than it is in the daytime. Huge waves are rolling onto the beach almost without breaking. It is difficult to see where the sea ends and the sky starts, because the cloud cover is just thick enough to hide moon and stars. I wade in and start to swim in the black silence. The sea, the air and my body are all the same temperature. As I draw my hand down through the water, I am mesmerised by the trail of phosphorescence that follows it. While Im distracted, a gigantic wave picks me up and turns me over in slow motion. Strings of greenish-blue light accompany my movements, head over heels beyond my control. A moment of panic seizes me, a certainty that I am going to drown; I struggle with it for a while but then surrender to my imminent death with the feeling that this must be the ideal end. By relaxing I have allowed my body to float to the surface, but the danger is far from over because although I think Ive turned in a full circle I still cant see the bonfire on the beach and have no idea in what direction Im going to have to swim. I could just as easily swim out into the Indian Ocean as strike towards the shore. In another moment, a large wave not only lifts me up high enough for me to see the fire but also carries me towards the beach. At last I stagger back to the party round the bonfire. No one has noticed my return, or even the fact that Ive been missing. On the journey back, everyone sings popular songs that I dont know. I only told my mother what had happened when we were reminiscing towards the end of her life. Oh yes, she said, I believe that what you experienced is called rapture of the deep. *Im on the front row, last on the right Ann Howard
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Judaism is something more than a

badge, something more than a birthmark; it is a life. To be born a Jew does not declare any of us to be of the elect; it only designates us for enrolment among the elect. G-d signs the covenant, but we have to seal it- by a life of service. What makes a man a Jew is a question that is often asked. The answer is, two things: membership of the Jewish brotherhood and loyal fulfilment of the obligations, which that membership imposes. To be of the Jewish race but to trample upon Jewish duty is to be faithless to Israel. Morris Joseph-1903

Did You Know?

The Mona Lisa has no eyebrows. It was the fashion in Renaissance Florence to shave them off.

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THAT'S IT!
Some people tell you That there's an afterlife Where you will meet your missed ones Like your granny, mum or wife But please do not believe them This life is all you've got You will not reach the pearly gates Nor burn in brimstone hot Your days are no rehearsal Preparing for a play So follow Kipling's sound advice Make full use of each day That's it, that's it, that's it Your story has an end Each moment that you waste is lost On that you can depend You won't go up to heaven Or down to the fiery pit When you've had your allotted span Alas my friend - that's it! Jay Marcham

I wonder what Regina is thinking about?

Whats Michelle thinking about?

GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE!

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From 1978-84, my husband and I owned a hotel in Regency Square, Brighton (pictured below). When we purchased it was not a hotel at all, but two adjoining Regency houses. It was being run as flatlets and, in hindsight, I think it would have been sensible to one, keep it as flatlets or two not purchase them in the first place. My husband decided to try and do the conversion work himself; not a good idea as he was working full-time in London. So we employed a part-time carpenter, who was also a full-time fireman! To cut a long story (or piece of wood) short it was after a period of two years that we finally had a 26 bedroom hotel. Ill mention that all during the time that the works were going on we were also renting out the rooms initially as bedsitters; I think we got the princely sum of 7.00 per room! The hotel, I use that word loosely, when up and running only had about four bathrooms/showerooms and the same number of toilets. So it was a very working class establishment. Our main cliental were working men and a few people who had their rent covered by the D.H.S.S. It was a difficult time as far as renting rooms, most people were going abroad on package deals to the Costa Brava and those holidays were cheap. People getting sun, sand and sangria for the cost of a bed & breakfast in England, plus nearly all bedrooms abroad had en-suite facilities, so what would you choose?! So we slowly slipped into debt, with the renting of rooms not meeting the outgoings. Our mortgage was with a company called 20th Century Banking and at the worst we were paying almost 20% interest, compare that to most mortgages today. Then we had a stroke of luck: we decided to turn the entire hotel over to
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people who were on benefits. We filled each room to the gills and ,although they paid a low rent individually, we had vast numbers of people. They were a jolly crowd, slept most of the day and we provided a wholesome cooked breakfast, so some managed to stagger down to collect it and return to their bedrooms. My husband and I were like mum and dad to this motley crew. We had daily visits from the police; some of our residents were night-workers, they burgled at night! For a few weeks we discovered one of our front bedrooms looking out on the square was being used by a call girl. I did wonder why there was a sort of red/pinky light shining out into the darkness Yes, you could say we were a little nave! Another aspect was we were offered all sorts of items that had fallen off the backs of lorries, so life was never dull in Regency Square. Unfortunately, our thriving business came to an abrupt end, not because the other hotel owners reported us for Health and Safety, (they did that, pure envy at our success, I reckon) but the Brighton Authorities said we were doing such a good job looking after homeless people and families! Once the other hotels in the square realised we were onto a winner they too opened their doors to the D.H.S.S. cheques, and would you believe it, undercut us. So we went into receivership as we could not meet our outgoings with a dwindling income. The outcome was that we were forced to sell up, managing to clear our debts, Im glad to say we had managed to purchase on mortgage a two bedroom flat when we were still doing well, so mercifully we werent homeless. My husband had been made redundant from a well paid job as a freelance draftsman at an oil company, so we installed our 3 children in the flat, purchased a Ford Fiesta and headed off down to the Costa del Sol for the next 4 years. Maybe Ill tell you about our time there in a future issue. Penelope
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PUZZLE HUB
Can you find all of the spokes? A digit on a hub denotes the number of spokes that meet there. Spokes never cross and in the end everything will be connected.

Solution Page 31
What are your views on fox hunting? Actually, Im a hunt saboteur.

What does that entail?

I shoot the fox the night before the hunt!

JW
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In the late 60s, I worked in Carnaby Street selling clothes at Lord John clothing emporium. All of the shops had their own sound-systems playing Pink Floyd, Jimi Hendrix and other psychedelic stuff, so it was a very carefree atmosphere, with music exploding down the street and the pungent aroma of incense and wacky backy (marijuana), which seemed to permeate the whole area. Most of the staff seemed to be in a permanent state of euphoria. It was the whole heady mix of music, unisex fashion and the general uncomplicated fun of that era that we later dubbed the swinging 60s. My brother worked as a balance sound engineer at Abbey Road recording studios, where most famously the Beatles recorded a lot of their albums. On a number of occasions he invited me in to watch some of the artists and I listened to Cilla Black, Freddie and the Dreamers and the Swinging Blue Jeans do their recordings there. The atmosphere, although very professional, was a lot of fun because a lot of the groups would lark around between sessions. I was actually there when the Beatles had that iconic photograph taken of them at the Abbey Road zebra crossing. Great times, great memories man! Alan Kisher

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Debras Cookery Club

Why do our meals always seem to taste better when weve made them ourselves? Heres Dovid, Raymond and David tucking in to their home-made Challah and Knaidlach.

CHARADES
Study the pictures below to solve. Clues: 2 words: first word - 2 syllables.

Answer: Page 31
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WHO AM I?

Thats me in the back row with my chum in the middle row at Dartford Primary School in the 1950s (both circled). We went on to form a pop group with three other guys in the early 60s. This year were celebrating 50 years in the music business. Johnny Depp based his character, Jack Sparrow, in Pirates of the Caribbean, on my persona.

Who am I?
Answer: Page31

Maria Callas never misses an Issue!

Shemesh 26 - Out this Autumn

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The joy of emerging from a bout of depression! When I am down, I tend to sleep most of the time. My world shrinks to my house; I take refuge in my bed. I feel safe under the covers, I isolate. I dont even feel ill; I am just convinced that there is nothing wrong with me but that I am being lazy. I am riddled with guilt, beating myself up and berating myself for every thing I do or dont do. Why cant I get up, why do I need company and incentive to do the smallest job such as wash, dress, brush my teeth, prepare a hot drink, wash up a few dishes or put a sandwich together? When the mood dips dangerously low, I CANT do these things even with help? The obvious conclusion is that I am a bad person! Yesterday, I came out of such a slump. (The mood change was as if a switch had been flipped which is very usual for me. Its got to be a chemical imbalance, what else could it be?) I was easily able to deal with a complicated task, renew my passport at the French Consulate, in South Kensington. This was after agonising about this visit for 3 weeks beforehand. As is my wont on good days, I befriended the clerk and enjoyed my 1 hour long French Experience. From the tricolored flags fluttering outside in the breeze to the typically French high, wide doors and general dcor, I breathed and lived my native country. I was actually disappointed when coming out and greeting anew the prosaic world of English-speaking passersby. It was a beautiful day. My friend, an orthodox housewife whod consented to devote a whole pre-Pesach afternoon to me, wasnt allowed in because she could produce no proof of identity. Yet I coped fine on my own, while Suri cooled her heels outside, (spending a few minutes at a time in the grounds of the Natural Science Museum across the road and then coming back to see if I was finished!) What a victory over my black dog! This is how Winston Churchill who suffered from Bipolar, called his illness. My mood swung into a high (also called hypomania) after my return. I found myself talking non-stop from 1.30pm to 12.45am. Even after taking a tranquiliser, I only slept 4 hours. It is now 5am, I am wide awake and feel a great need to talk and talk and talk. Who shall I talk to at a time when normal people are sleeping? I call the Samaritans and I speak out about all that is on my mind. I now see clearly what is going on in my brain. I then dress very warmly. It is cold outside.
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It is only the beginning of March! I pack my small tape recorder, some classical music, a couple of lecture tapes and the cordless. From the bedroom comes an eiderdown and out of the shed, my faithful recliner. I am comfortable in the garden. My lungs expand and my heart sighs in relief in the open air. G-d is above and all around me. The birds sing with delight as the sky progressively lightens up. Grass and brown earth underfoot, green bushes surround me and nearby our dwarf apple tree which is covered with buds. Soon those will burst into blossoms and, in October produce small green and red, juicy apples. Oh, it is so good to feel really alive, especially after this awful slump of depression! It is too early to phone family/friends in England, Israel (2 hours ahead of us) or France. Too late for America, they are sleeping already. Patience, patience, I listen to a relaxation tape, to a lecture about the sanctity of Rosh Hashana. 6 oclock, 6.15, 6.33am! I manage to wait till 6.40am (7.40 French-time). Maman must be up. I dial with trepidation. Will my mother be up yet? Will the phone be engaged? There are 5 rings and I greet my Mamans allo with tremendous relief. She is such a good listener! Even though she is getting on in years, she seems much more interested in my stories than in sharing her own woes, aches or pains. I ask her: what is your secret, how do you know how to listen to me and just let me talk? She replies: I was born a Schwarcz, we dont talk much. You take after your father and he is good at expressing himself, his feelings, and his thoughts. With all her achievements, my mother thinks so little of herself. She is still the headmistress of a flourishing school and she teaches twice a week at a Teachers Training College for young women.It is now 8am. It is OK to phone Sarilou (my youngest sister) who lives in Beitar, Israel. (Pictured, the magnificent view from Nihalin over to Beitar) Her new baby is having his Bris tomorrow. We support each other across the Ocean. Finally, I call a friend. Are you available for a chat? I question. The answer is not now, my brother-in-law died yesterday. I will call you back later. We cross the whole spectrum of life today, from the birth of a child to the painful loss of a family member to cancer. It is 10.30am. With the encouragement of a family member, Ive managed to get dressed and can start the day! What will happen to me today? Only G-d knows! Myriam Marmostein

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finished reading Nigel Joness excellent history of the Tower of London. Castle, royal palace, torture chamber, execution site, zoo, mint, treasure house and the most visited tourist attraction in the country. Over the centuries, thirty-seven men and women managed in varying degrees of success to escape this formidable fortress and heres an extract from the great escapes chapter on a man who managed the feat twice and, very nearly succeeded, a third time in escaping its dreaded walls.
Edmund Nevill was a scion of the powerful Northern Nevill family, as an ex-soldier of fortune who had, suspiciously, served with the Spanish army in their war against the Protestant Dutch, Nevill was a marked man so in 1585 the powers that be decided that, while no danger to the state, this potential trouble maker was best kept in custody. So he lingered in limbo for a while, as the days stretched into weeks, the weeks into months, then into years.

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But Edmund Nevill was a patient man, and a resourceful one. Once he realised that that his imprisonment could last indefinitely, he decided to escape. Back in his cell, heavily shackled as before, Edmund rethought his tactics, recognizing that subtler tactics would be needed if he was to be lucky a third time. So in 1596 his first step was to trick his jailer, Henry Frewen. He adopted the habit, every time Frewen entered his cell, of sitting, silent and motionless, against the cell window. Over weeks, Frewen grew used to see his prisoner brooding over his fate, and hardly gave Edmund a second glance. Using material and straw that he had laboriously collected, Edmund made a dummy mannequin, roughly his own size. He dressed it in his clothes, sat it in his
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usual window seat, leaning forward as if lost in thought, and, as a final touch, masked the model by draping his velvet cloak around its shoulders. Next he carved a set of farriers tools in wood, smearing them with polish to give a dark metallic sheen, and had sewn a blacksmiths apron from strips of leather and cloth. Hanging his fake tools from his belt, he rolled up his sleeves, rubbed dirt, dust and polish into his face and forearms as if he had come straight from the Towers forge, and waited for Frewens familiar steps climbing the spiral staircase to his door. As he heard the approaching turnkey, Edmund hid in an alcove behind the cell door. The keys rattled, the bolts shot, and the door swung open, hiding Edmund, as the warder entered carrying his food. As Frewen, half-aware of Edmunds familiar figure in the window, moved across the cell, Edmund tiptoed nimbly around the open door and darted down the stairs. Once in the open air, he began to stroll towards the main Tower gateway as casually as he could. Freedom must have seemed so close that he only had to seize it. A woman suddenly appeared, nosily quizzing the blacksmith as to his identity and business. As Edmund started to stutter an explanation, a breathless Frewen appeared in the doorway. The dummy had not fooled him for long and Edmunds ruse had been discovered. Sadly, the serial escaper was returned to his cell. Now, however, an end was in sight. Perhaps recognising that whatever danger Edmund had once posed to the state had long passed; in 1598 the authorities released him after 13 years incarceration. He left England with his wife and seven children and spent the rest the rest of his life doggedly-but unsuccessfully-pursuing his claim to be recognised as the successor of his cousin Charles as 7th Earl of Westmorland. Despite acknowledging the validity of Edmunds claim, the mean-spirited James 1 refused to grant it, and Edmund remained in exile until his death in Brussels in 1640, forty-two years after gaining his freedom from the Tower. We can still admire his dauntless spirit today- and in person, in the shape of his magnificent effigy (pictured above) at the 12th century church of St. Mary Magdalene, in East Ham.

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Dear Sir, A friend of mine, who attends your Day Centre regularly, gives me a copy of your magazine. Ive just been browsing through it and was wondering how you manage to keep coming up with the excellent mix of informative and amusing content? Ive sometimes thought about starting up a magazine of my own, but thought better of it when I realised how much work it must entail. Congratulations and keep up the good work. Kind Regards Ray Green Glad you enjoy the read. Were very fortunate in having so many talented people at Kadimah who keep churning out good quality material; long may it continue! Ed

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King, Bert Weedon, died last April at his home in Beaconsfield, Buckinghamshire. He passed away after a lengthy illness. He was 91. His very first record label was EMIs Parlophone, first on 78s, then 45s and then 33s. He changed record labels several times in his career and also had a famous book out called PLAY IN A DAY, which was a guide on how to pick up the rudiments of guitar playing. Popular with record enthusiasts as well as other famous artistes, he was also a session man, doing sessions with other stars, most notably with Cliff Richard. He was awarded an OBE in 2001 and a legend in his own right. He will be sadly missed. His biggest hit was Guitar Boogie Shuffle, which came out on EMIs Top Rank record label in 1959 and reached Number 9 in the singles chart. Even the Shadows gave their hit Apache to Bert, although it was only a minor hit for him. He was a very influential star. His list of records: Ginchy, Big note Blues, 12th Street Rag, Berts Boogie, 12 String Shuffle - on the HMV record label. Very many stars credit Berts guitar guide as to how they first learnt to play the instrument, for example: Eric Clapton, Marty Wilde, Joe Brown, Hank Marvin and Lonnie Donegan. Incidentally, Big Note Blues is another Parlophone record, Rockin at the Roundhouse is another single, but on the Fontana label, and the B side, 40 Miles of Bad Road; a Duane Eddy composition. Deryck Pop Files Stewart
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Ingredients
4 free-range egg whites

Pinch of salt 225g/8oz of caster sugar 4 tsp cornflour 2tsp raspberry vinegar tsp vanilla extract 300ml/10fl oz double cream Mixed summer fruits and berries, to taste

Method
1. Preheat the oven to 130C/275F/Gas 1. 2. Beat the egg whites and salt together in a bowl until soft peaks form when the whisk is removed. 3. Add the sugar one tablespoon at a time, whisking constantly, until all the sugar is incorporated and stiff peaks form when the whisk is removed. 4. Add the cornflour, raspberry vinegar and vanilla extract and whisk to combine. 5. Drop spoonfuls of the meringue mixture into little heaps onto a greased, baking parchment-lined baking sheet and transfer to the oven to bake for 1-1 hours, or until the outside of the meringues is crisp and the inside is marshmallow-like. 6. To serve, place one or two meringues into each dish and top with whipped cream and the summer berries of your choice.

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