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207) Sign-post: First Posting. October 27, 2007

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194) Published: Poem: What IS China? October 25, 2007

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192) Published: Dream, History: Nelly times Two. October 18, 2007

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Posted, typed and written: 16:52, Thursday, 18th October 2007.

The other night, I dreamt I saw Grandma, (Nelly Johnson Rose, mum (Sylvia Johnson Rose Baldwin)’s mum) walking, haltingly, frail, from left to right, towrads me. I wanted to steady her, and to enable her to get to Mum’s house, a little way further back, on the right hand side of the street, a middle of terrace house. then there were two Grandmas, the one on the left, stronger and fit. Then the Grandma on the left disappeared, and the remaining one on the right, still frail, was faltering; I rushed forward to steady her as she sat down, uncomfortably, with a bump.

That was the end of the dream. Nelly Johnson married Victor Rose in India, after travelling in her own by ocean liner from Blighty in 1922, cynical blokes suggesting they’re would be no one to meet her in India, at her destination. They did meet, they did marry; Grandma got malaria a few times; then his father’s salt mine went under and the family fortune disappeared, his father died, and Grandma, Grandpa and his mother came back to England, his mother living in a small bungalow in Scarborough in relatively poor circumstances, making Grandpa disrespectful of his father. Grandpa and Grandma lived first in Rotherham where mum, Sylvia Rose was born on 11th November 1924, and later they moved to Sale near Manchester, Victor working in the Ford plant at Halewood. Then Victor was told sometime in the 1930s to start working as an inspector, in Dagenham Essex, next Monday, and they moved to 43 Park End Road, Romford, Essex, where they lived for the rest of their lives, through the Second World War, until Mum married Basil Cuthbert Baldwin nee Stuart-Wynne, (who had been born on 29th November 1925), from Guidea Park, near Romford, Essex, in 1954, after 4 years of courting and saving, and they moved to a rented house in Orpington, Kent, where I was born in Farnborough Hospital on 16th November 1955, moved to Kington-on-Thames, Surrey in 1957, living in a house at 19 Bockhampton Road, using a loan from a family friend, “Uncle” Sydney Legg, who lived in Hornchurch, Essex, and was mum’s former employer in the River Roding Water Authority. Then my sister, Christine Rosalind Baldwin was born on 11th August 1958. In 1960, Dad’s job at Leyland’s in london stopped and he found a job selling Rolls-Royce diesel engines in their Shewswbury plant. We moved to 12 Well Meadow Road, Copthorne, Shrewsbury, Shropshire and David John Baldwin was born on 6th June 1960. In 1962, I started watching TV! I took Victor as my role model for what a man should be, and maybe Nelly secretly as a model was what my future wife might be like, though Mum being unavailable to me as a child, and especially after I went to boarding school in September 1967 in Adams’Grammar School, Newport, Shropshire until June 1974, which had a profound effect on my later capacity to relate to people; Granpy, Arthur Baldwin, Dad’s adopted father having died of cancer in 1966, and Grandpa, Victor Rose, having died on 21st June 1969 of a split artery. At AGS, I achieved 11 ‘O’ levels and 3 ‘A’ levels. From September 1974 until June 1975, I studied at the Bartlett, later the Wates’ School of Architecture in University College, London, living in Max Rayne House in Whitcher Place, Camden Town. In October or November 1974, I met Miss Janice Conyers at an Introductory meeting for Transcendental Meditation classes in UCL. She was studying in London for just a few months, on secondment from her University course in Florida. She recommended TM, which I bought for 12 UKP and after a few meetings, asked her, “What’s your formula for success?” She said, “TM, Ai Ki Do, and The Bahaí Faith!” I asked, “What’s the Baha’i Faith?” In Shrewsbury, at mum and dad’s house where we moved in 1969, at 2 Granville Street, Copthorne Road, Shrewsbury, I signed my enrolment card early in the morning on Saturday 21st December 1974 and on Sunday 5th January 1975, at a Baha’i weekend school at a Quaker Centre in College Hill, I declared, handing in my signed card, in order to be allowed to buy, from Mrs Faezeh Parkes, Dr Heshmat and Mrs Nosrat Ta’eed’s daughter, a Baha’i badge for 20 pence, a circle of white plastic as if cut out by a hacksaw, with the Greatest Name, Ya Baha’ul-Abha! (God the Most Glorious!) embossed in gold paint on the front, with a safety pin, attached by a blob of blue plastic, on the back. I went to my first Baha’i 19-Day Feast, (Baha’i Community meeting) in Coleham, Shrewsbury at the home of Brian and Mahboobeh Hallam, soon afterwards. Since then, the pure Magic of God, the Creator, has ever since, become more and more improbable with every year, more and more powerful, more and more wonderful, sometimes dangerous, sometimes discouraging, sometimes painful, always interesting!

182) Business: Peter Baldwin Office Services. October 11, 2007

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Posted, typed: 00:00, Thursday, 11th October 2007.

Peter Baldwin Office Services
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Pete Baldwin
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180) Non-me Source: Poem by Tony Hicks: Beyond the Bars. October 11, 2007

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Posted and typed: 21:29, Thursday, 11th October 2007.

Written: N/K, Recited by Tony at the Unity Feast at St Ethelwold’s House, Abingdon, during an Intensive Book 4 and Book 7, c/o TIfE, now TIUK.

I long to feel you touch my heart again
     With that soft breath that opened flowers of gladness
     And turned my wondering face towards your light.
May every word I speak contain an echo
     Of the sweet music your love sings in me.
     Beloved beyond the bars of sense and reason,
With you each singing bird, each blade of grass,
     Each passer-by who stops to look and listen,
     Are fingers of one hand, lit by one love.
With you the hard, ungiving knots are loosened,
     And each step into emptiness brings joy
     That dances in each raindrop, as in sunlight.
With you the deep notes sound through joys and pains,
     And little pools the tides pull from the ocean
     Hear the great wheel, whose turning takes us home.
Without you I am nothing but this longing,
     This ache for you, that teaches me to live
     Beside the bright door only you can open.

179) Published: Poem: Dad is gone, but there is no real separation! October 11, 2007

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Posted, typed and written: 20:49, Thursday, 11th October 2007.

Basil Cuthbert Baldwin nee Stuart-Wynne, 1925 to 2007, aged 81. Rest in Peace!

So, dad is gone
my dear brother, David
so unlike me in many ways
so parallel to me in others
now, apparently, maybe my closest friend
in the family
my intellectually agile,
humourously irreverent,
creatively brilliant
but oh so flawed
just like me
brother, and a Gemini to boot!
6th June 1960
an easy date to remember
broke the news
quite gently,
quite philosophically
quite lovingly
that dad has gone
as of 20:30
23 again!
and his suffering is over
his vale of tears
his life of service
his life also of grievous flaws
so difficult to handle
so difficult to face
so difficult to experience
his life of service to the Community
through Lib Dem politics
through making ends meet
for wife Sylvia
for Pete, Christine and David
such a mixed bag of temperaments
personalities and characters
and without him
tieing up the loose ends of realism
and practicality
now we 4 that are left
will have to learn
what he did all these 82 years
and try to master
what he could do
standing on his head.
It ‘ll be different without him
and now we can shine a bit
just as he did
taking centre stage
in every gathering.
Now it’s out star-turn
as we remember his earthly life
with its powerful control
its brilliant analysis
its mischeivous humour
its maverick rebelliousness
its scepticism of all in authority
its doubt in the All-Loving Creator
its generosity of spirit
its indomitable principles
of truthfulness, justice, integrity
albeit with so many blind-spots
so many stones unturned
so many emotions un-felt
un-expressed
so many fears unexamined
and unresolved.
His soul
will discover marvels now
and reap benefits and rewards
which we cannot know
until it’s our turn.
He will be freed
from his English emotional prison
and will fly free
to reap his harvest
of community service
from 1962 in Shrewsbury
up until about 2003 or 2004
in Hereford
a pillar of society
and a master scuptor
of matter
money, electrics, car engines, plumbing, town planning
a master of logistics as well as a formiddable word-smith
when the Concourse on High
was moving his pen
and just as inexplicably
just as mute
when the Concourse on High was silent.
I believe in the immortality of the soul
and that there is no real separtion
despite what materialists bulls and cows might say
of the secuctive appeal of atheistic doctrines
so disparagingly stigmatised by the Blessed Beauty Himself
and I KNOW without having the faintest idea why
that only his physical body has stopped
and we know from Jesus
that the flesh profiteth nothing
unless it be a vehicle of the spirit
and his body was that
but now his body has stopped
his soul and his truth
go marching on
just like John Brown
building a brave new world
against all the odds
against all the opposition
against all the enemies
as he was wont to say
in Latin
“Nil Carborundum Illegitimus!”
“Don’t let the bastards grind you down!”
Never short on irony!