ISSUE 187 APRIL 2015 EDITORIAL The views expressed by contributors are not necessarily those of the editorial team, who reserve the right to edit submissions for reasons of space, content or grammar. Items for publication should bear the name of the author, with address and telephone number - although this information will not necessarily be printed (we may need to contact the author for clarification or further information.) The final day for submission of items for the next issue – June 2015 – is 10th May. Items for inclusion should be submitted to Christine Holdsworth, Editor, 21 Main Road, 736179 [email protected] John Bentham, ‘The Bungalow’, Halton Road 734353 [email protected] Peter Riley, 3, Channel Head, 734008, is responsible for distribution Steve Hinde deals with advertising (commercial or “small ads.”); contact via The Barn, Halton Road, 734135 [email protected] Remember – this is YOUR magazine We welcome your views and contributions Cover photo Spring has arrived! Our new editor We are very pleased to announce that Christine Holdsworth (contact details above) has volunteered to act as the editor for Round and About. She takes over the position previously held by Harry Fancy. Christine should be the first point of contact for articles to be published in Round and About. NETHER COMMUNITY PRIMARY SCHOOL Visit to Back Lane Quarry Our Year 1, 2, 3 and 4 children have all recently visited Back Lane Quarry on an exciting visit to find out all about limestone linked with our work on the Planet Earth. They subsequently wrote reports explaining how the quarry works. An Explanation for What Happens at The Quarry (by Connie Stainton Y4) The Blast: First there has to be a blast so the area must be clear for safety reasons. Then they count down from ten before 45,000 tons of rock explode! Excavators come in and start loading the dumper trucks. But what happens after that? Read on to find out! The Crushers! Next the dumper truck takes the rock to the primary crusher where it must be crushed into smaller pieces to be sold. They load the rock into the crusher from the huge tipper truck. Inside there are magnets which are metal detectors because if a tooth of the excavator gets in the machine it will be ruined. 1 After that a conveyor belt takes the smaller rock to the secondary crusher where it is crushed even smaller and sieved to sort it into different sizes. Then a truck parks under a filter so that the correct crushed rock goes through and the rock that is too large is crushed again. What happens next? Last of all it is taken to be sold. It is used for concrete, bridges, and roads. The trucks are weighed and drive out of the quarry to deliver to the buyer and the The Romans & Volcanoes Y3 and 4 children are currently learning about the Romans linked to their work on Vesuvius and Pompeii. In the following piece, they wrote a sentence each to set the scene on the last day before Pompeii was destroyed by the eruption. The Last Day in Pompeii (by the children in Y3 and 4) Olive groves grew in neat rows following the river down the slopes of the great mountain towards the glowing red tiles and tall white pillars of the forum. A narrow white road rested in the middle of the town of Pompeii and a jostling, shoving crowd filled the uneven stone streets. A tall man called out, “Ripe, juicy lemons for sale!” 2 The large yellow lemons hung from the wooden market stalls whilst the chickens in their pens clucked around hurriedly hoping not to be chosen. Baskets of peacock eggs were piled high and a sweet orange honey cake on the window sill was waiting to be bought. The crowded market place was full of clay pots balanced on the uneven road with slaves pulling huge wooden carts full of wares. They hung rabbits, peacocks, chickens and onions from the stalls and cut the cheeses with a big sharp knife. There were lots of people wearing dark tunics and brown sandals made from leather straps. A small boy fell over in a heap on the sharp stones and looked up at his mother in pain whilst his father tasted samples of a rich, creamy cheese. A cobbled path led from the market where the smells from the bakery were tantalising. Close by, silvery grey sardines from the shimmering sea were lying in an oval blue pot on the warm stone stall. Brave, much-admired gladiators roamed around the stony roads wearing their heavy armour, reading signs from their heart throbs scratched on the stone pillars. Inside a wealthy man’s villa, marble tables stood on colourful mosaic floors; paintings decorated the walls and food was laid out on the table: zesty yellow lemons, honey cakes, stuffed dates, pears, grapes, cheese and wine. Meanwhile, in a dark room in the street opposite, three slaves did the washing, stamping on the clothes, whilst warm urine bought from the streets outside was poured into the fullerene. Suddenly and without warning……….. Morecambe Bay Our Year 5 and 6 children have recently been learning about Morecambe Bay linked with a visit from Morecambe Bay Partnership. They wrote short poems based on scenes and wildlife from Morecambe Bay to put into books that they made. (We were all surprised to find out that there are seals in the Bay, none of us has seen one yet but we are keeping our eyes peeled!) The children also did artwork to decorate their books. Buzzard (by Tyler Woodcock) A buzzard is strong, A buzzard has brown, beige and white feathers, A buzzard has a long sharp, pointy beak. A buzzard has talons to kill. 3 Birds (by Luke Shepherd) A buzzard gliding in the sky, Searching for its prey Powerful brown creature. Arctic tern snow-white wings flapping fast swallow-like. Oyster Catchers (by Holly Hodson) Bright fiery orange beaks, Swooping low, Skimming the water’s surface for fish, Calmly spearing through the air, Oyster in sight, That’s tea for tonight! Red Deer (by Aimee Hobbs) Shy and alert, Bristly rose red-grey fur. Long, sharp pointy antlers, Twigs for a crown! Munching crunching on the crispy leaves, Standing in a clearing in clouds of warm breath, waiting. Seal (by Jack Stephenson) Emerging from the misty blue sea, A cute wet nose pokes up from the waves, Two glistening eyes like emeralds in cobble stone, Slowly but strongly he waddles across the soft smooth sand, He stops and searches looking for a friend! 4 A MEMORABLE MEETING I am Fred Taylor from Ashmeadow Road. When I was nearly 8 years old I left my home in Danzig, now known as Gdansk, Poland. The reason my sister and I were taken from our family was because the holocaust had started in 1932. I went with 35 other children in May 1939 to escape the holocaust just before the start of World War 2. We were put on a train to Holland by the Jewish community of Danzig and told we were going to England. I was aware later that there was also another group of 35 children making the journey, it was known as ‘The Kinder Transport’. We arrived at the Hook of Holland and went by boat to Harwich, where we were put on a train to Liverpool Street Railway Station, London. From there we were sent to different parts of the country to meet our foster parents. Two boys in the group were sent to America. I was sent to Preston where I lived with my foster family, my sister went to another member of that family. Automatically I was called Taylor after my foster family. Out of the blue in October 2014 I was contacted by the AJR, which is a Jewish welfare and social service, it was an invitation to a lunch in Liverpool, but I felt I didn’t want to go and refused the invitation. I then got a phone call from the secretary to tell me that a lady that had attended the lunch had informed them that she was a refugee from Danzig and could she be given my phone number, of course I said yes. After a number of other phone calls a meeting was arranged. On the 22 February 2015 a Fay Healy and her husband Frank and daughter came to my house. After coffee and reminiscing and looking at old photographs it became apparent that Fay was part of the Kinder Transport and had been on the same trip as I had, one of 35 children. Amazing that after all these years that two refugee children should meet 76 years later in Nether Kellet. I then showed them around Carnforth where I used to live and work, not forgetting my time in the fire service. Faye and her family now live in Liverpool. I will not be leaving it 76 years before our next meeting. Fred (the old wrinkle) 5 6 NETHER KELLET FOLK Marion Preston What is your occupation? Retired legal secretary to Managing Partner of Solicitors. What was your first job? Telex operator at Jas. Williamson , Lancaster. When did you move to the village/ and why? I was born in the village. My maternal ancestors have lived here since at least the 1600’s (I haven’t so far traced them back further than that). Has the village changed much since you came and what would you do to improve it? Over my lifetime it has changed very much.