Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere
If you open it, close it.
Golden Rules for Living for Adults as well as Children
If you turn it on, turn it off.
If you unlock it, lock it up.
If you break it, admit it.
If you can't fix it, call someone who can.
If you borrow it, return it.
If you value it, look after it.
If you make a mess, clean it up.
If you move it, put it back.
If it belongs to someone else, get permission to use it.
If you don't know how to operate it, leave it alone. (for Daddies especially!)
If it's none of your business, don't be nosey.
"We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we
forget that they are
already someone today."
Ayliyah loves all the creatures that come to her Avenue
The Wasp and the Bee
A wasp met a bee that was buzzing by,
And he said: "Little cousin can you tell me why
You are loved so much better by people than I?
"My back shines as bright and yellow as gold,
And my shape is most elegant, too, to behold;
Yet nobody likes me for that, I am told."
"Ah, cousin" the bee said, "tis all very true;
But if I had half as much mischief to do,
Indeed they would love me no beter than you.
"You have a fine shape and a delicate wing;
They own you are handsome; but then there's one thing
They cannot put up with, and that is your sting.
My coat is quite homely and plain, as you see,
Yet nobody ever is angry with me,
Because I'm a humble and innocent bee."
From this story let people beware,
because like the wasp, if ill-natured they are
They will never be loved if they're ever so fair.
Here is baby fast asleep.
We cannot wake her:
Will angels clad in white
Come and play with her?
Mix a pancake, Catch it if you can
Stir a pancake,
Pop it in the pan;
Fry the pancake,
Toss the pancake,
Clever littleWillie wee,
Bright-eyed, blue-eyed little fellow;
Merry little Margery
With her hair all yellow.
Little Willie in his heart
Is a sailor on the sea,
And he often cons a chart
With sister Margery
The peach tree on the southern wa
Has basked so long beneath the sun,
Her score of peaches great and small
Bloom rosy, every one.
A peach for brothers, one for each,
A peach for you and a peach for me;
But the biggest, rosiest, downiest peach
For Grandmamma with her tea.
Boats sail on the rivers,
And ships sail on the seas;
But clouds that sail across the sky
Are prettier far than these.
A white hen sitting
On white eggs three:
Next, three speckled chickens
As plump as plump can be.
An owl, and a hawk,
And a bat come to see:
But chicks beneath their mother's wing
Squat safe as safe can be.
BrownCaterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
Or what not, and furry
Which may be the chosen spot.
No toad spy you,
Hovering bird of prey pass by you;
Spin and die,
To live again a butterfly.
Barber, barber, shave a pig!
How many hairs to make a wig?
Four and twenty, that's enough!
Give the barber a pinch of snuff.
Bat, bat, come under my hat,
And I'll give you a slice of bacon;
And when I bake,
I'll give you a cake,
If I am not mistaken.
Bell horses, bell horses,
What time of day?
One o'clock, two o'clock,
Time to away.
Birds of a feather flock together,
The cock doth crow
To let you know,
If you be wise,
Tis time to rise.
And so will pigs and swine;
Rats and mice will have their choice,
And so will I have mine.
"We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we
forget that they are
already someone today."
This is one of Ayliyah's favourite little tales, tho it is a bit grusome.
But with everyone tuning in to the find a new Dorothy,
well who else would need red shoes
The Red Shoes
by Hans Christian Andersen
NCE upon a time there was little girl,
pretty and dainty. But in summer time she was obliged to go barefooted
because she was poor, and in winter she had to wear large wooden shoes,so that her little instep grew quite red.
In the middle of the village lived an old shoemaker’s wife; she sat down
and made, as well as she could, a pair of little shoes out of some old pieces of red cloth. They were clumsy, but she meant well, for they were intended for the little girl, whose name was Karen. >
Karen received the shoes and wore them for the first time on the day of
her mother’s funeral. They were certainly not suitable for mourning; but
she had no others, and so she put her bare feet into them and walked
behind the humble coffin.
Just then a large old carriage came by, and in it sat an old lady; she
looked at the little girl, and taking pity on her, said to the clergyman,
“Look here, if you will give me the little girl, I will take care of
Karen believed that this was all on account of the red shoes, but the old
lady thought them hideous, and so they were burnt. Karen herself was
dressed very neatly and cleanly; she was taught to read and to sew, and
people said that she was pretty. But the mirror told her, “You are more
than pretty—you are beautiful.”
One day the Queen was travelling through that part of the country, and
had her little daughter, who was a princess, with her. All the people,
amongst them Karen too, streamed towards the castle, where the little
princess, in fine white clothes, stood before the window and allowed
herself to be stared at. She wore neither a train nor a golden crown, but
beautiful red morocco shoes; they were indeed much finer than those which
the shoemaker’s wife had sewn for little Karen. There is really nothing
in the world that can be compared to red shoes!
Karen was now old enough to be confirmed; she received some new clothes,
and she was also to have some new shoes. The rich shoemaker in the town
took the measure of her little foot in his own room, in which there stood
great glass cases full of pretty shoes and white slippers. It all looked
very lovely, but the old lady could not see very well, and therefore did
not get much pleasure out of it. Amongst the shoes stood a pair of red
ones, like those which the princess had worn. How beautiful they were!
and the shoemaker said that they had been made for a count’s daughter,
but that they had not fitted her.
“I suppose they are of shiny leather?” asked the old lady. “They shine
“Yes, they do shine,” said Karen. They fitted her, and were bought. But
the old lady knew nothing of their being red, for she would never have
allowed Karen to be confirmed in red shoes, as she was now to be.
Everybody looked at her feet, and the whole of the way from the church
door to the choir it seemed to her as if even the ancient figures on the
monuments, in their stiff collars and long black robes, had their eyes
fixed on her red shoes. It was only of these that she thought when the
clergyman laid his hand upon her head and spoke of the holy baptism, of
the covenant with God, and told her that she was now to be a grown-up
Christian. The organ pealed forth solemnly, and the sweet children’s
voices mingled with that of their old leader; but Karen thought only of
her red shoes. In the afternoon the old lady heard from everybody that
Karen had worn red shoes. She said that it was a shocking thing to do,
that it was very improper, and that Karen was always to go to church in
future in black shoes, even if they were old.
On the following Sunday there was Communion. Karen looked first at the
black shoes, then at the red ones—looked at the red ones again, and put
The sun was shining gloriously, so Karen and the old lady went along the
footpath through the corn, where it was rather dusty.
At the church door stood an old crippled soldier leaning on a crutch; he
had a wonderfully long beard, more red than white, and he bowed down to
the ground and asked the old lady whether he might wipe her shoes. Then
Karen put out her little foot too. “Dear me, what pretty dancing-shoes!”
said the soldier. “Sit fast, when you dance,” said he, addressing the
shoes, and slapping the soles with his hand.
The old lady gave the soldier some money and then went with Karen into
And all the people inside looked at Karen’s red shoes, and all the
figures gazed at them; when Karen knelt before the altar and put the
golden goblet to her mouth, she thought only of the red shoes. It seemed
to her as though they were swimming about in the goblet, and she forgot
to sing the psalm, forgot to say the “Lord’s Prayer.”
Now every one came out of church, and the old lady stepped into her
carriage. But just as Karen was lifting up her foot to get in too, the
old soldier said: “Dear me, what pretty dancing shoes!” and Karen could
not help it, she was obliged to dance a few steps; and when she had once
begun, her legs continued to dance. It seemed as if the shoes had got
power over them. She danced round the church corner, for she could not
stop; the coachman had to run after her and seize her. He lifted her into
the carriage, but her feet continued to dance, so that she kicked the
good old lady violently. At last they took off her shoes, and her legs
were at rest.
At home the shoes were put into the cupboard, but Karen could not help
looking at them.
Now the old lady fell ill, and it was said that she would not rise from
her bed again. She had to be nursed and waited upon, and this was no
one’s duty more than Karen’s. But there was a grand ball in the town, and
Karen was invited. She looked at the red shoes, saying to herself that
there was no sin in doing that; she put the red shoes on, thinking there
was no harm in that either; and then she went to the ball; and commenced
But when she wanted to go to the right, the shoes danced to the left, and
when she wanted to dance up the room, the shoes danced down the room,
down the stairs through the street, and out through the gates of the
town. She danced, and was obliged to dance, far out into the dark wood.
Suddenly something shone up among the trees, and she believed it was the
moon, for it was a face. But it was the old soldier with the red beard;
he sat there nodding his head and said: “Dear me, what pretty dancing
She was frightened, and wanted to throw the red shoes away; but they
stuck fast. She tore off her stockings, but the shoes had grown fast to
her feet. She danced and was obliged to go on dancing over field and
meadow, in rain and sunshine, by night and by day—but by night it was
She danced out into the open churchyard; but the dead there did not
dance. They had something better to do than that. She wanted to sit down
on the pauper’s grave where the bitter fern grows; but for her there was
neither peace nor rest. And as she danced past the open church door she
saw an angel there in long white robes, with wings reaching from his
shoulders down to the earth; his face was stern and grave, and in his
hand he held a broad shining sword.
“Dance you shall,” said he, “dance in your red shoes till you are pale
and cold, till your skin shrivels up and you are a skeleton! Dance you
shall, from door to door, and where proud and wicked children live you
shall knock, so that they may hear you and fear you! Dance you shall,
“Mercy!” cried Karen. But she did not hear what the angel answered, for
the shoes carried her through the gate into the fields, along highways
and byways, and unceasingly she had to dance.
One morning she danced past a door that she knew well; they were singing
a psalm inside, and a coffin was being carried out covered with flowers.
Then she knew that she was forsaken by every one and damned by the angel
She danced, and was obliged to go on dancing through the dark night. The
shoes bore her away over thorns and stumps till she was all torn and
bleeding; she danced away over the heath to a lonely little house. Here,
she knew, lived the executioner; and she tapped with her finger at the
window and said:
“Come out, come out! I cannot come in, for I must dance.”
And the executioner said: “I don’t suppose you know who I am. I strike
off the heads of the wicked, and I notice that my axe is tingling to do
“Don’t cut off my head!” said Karen, “for then I could not repent of my
sin. But cut off my feet with the red shoes.”
And then she confessed all her sin, and the executioner struck off her
feet with the red shoes; but the shoes danced away with the little feet
across the field into the deep forest.
And he carved her a pair of wooden feet and some crutches, and taught her
a psalm which is always sung by sinners; she kissed the hand that guided
the axe, and went away over the heath.
“Now, I have suffered enough for the red shoes,” she said; “I will go to
church, so that people can see me.” And she went quickly up to the
church-door; but when she came there, the red shoes were dancing before
her, and she was frightened, and turned back.
During the whole week she was sad and wept many bitter tears, but when
Sunday came again she said: “Now I have suffered and striven enough. I
believe I am quite as good as many of those who sit in church and give
themselves airs.” And so she went boldly on; but she had not got farther
than the churchyard gate when she saw the red shoes dancing along before
her. Then she became terrified, and turned back and repented right
heartily of her sin.
She went to the parsonage, and begged that she might be taken into
service there. She would be industrious, she said, and do everything that
she could; she did not mind about the wages as long as she had a roof
over her, and was with good people. The pastor’s wife had pity on her,
and took her into service. And she was industrious and thoughtful. She
sat quiet and listened when the pastor read aloud from the Bible in the
evening. All the children liked her very much, but when they spoke about
dress and grandeur and beauty she would shake her head.
On the following Sunday they all went to church, and she was asked
whether she wished to go too; but, with tears in her eyes, she looked
sadly at her crutches. And then the others went to hear God’s Word, but
she went alone into her little room; this was only large enough to hold
the bed and a chair. Here she sat down with her hymn-book, and as she was
reading it with a pious mind, the wind carried the notes of the organ
over to her from the church, and in tears she lifted up her face and
said: “O God! help me!”
Then the sun shone so brightly, and right before her stood an angel of
God in white robes; it was the same one whom she had seen that night at
the church-door. He no longer carried the sharp sword, but a beautiful
green branch, full of roses; with this he touched the ceiling, which rose
up very high, and where he had touched it there shone a golden star. He
touched the walls, which opened wide apart, and she saw the organ which
was pealing forth; she saw the pictures of the old pastors and their
wives, and the congregation sitting in the polished chairs and singing
from their hymn-books. The church itself had come to the poor girl in her
narrow room, or the room had gone to the church. She sat in the pew with
the rest of the pastor’s household, and when they had finished the hymn
and looked up, they nodded and said, “It was right of you to come,
“It was mercy,” said she.
The organ played and the children’s voices in the choir sounded soft and
lovely. The bright warm sunshine streamed through the window into the pew
where Karen sat, and her heart became so filled with it, so filled with
peace and joy, that it broke. Her soul flew on the sunbeams to Heaven,
and no one was there who asked after the Red Shoes.
"Gosh, I do hope Dorothy's red shoes take her the same places these red shoes took Karen. They would have been far better following the yellow brick road. Which I think has just given me an idea. How about the story, on video of, the Wizard of Oz. Wow! what a great idea!"
keeping more to the book than the film with Judy Garland in it.
AYLIYAH'S AVENUE PRESENTS
A little bit of Welsh History from Dr Do Diddily Dee Dot my crazy great aunt who I think you all know as Seligor of the Castle and Dodie of Dream World, not to mention her twin Diddilydeedot from Dream Land. She really is quite different from most people, very lovely and very kind and we all love her very, very much.
The Bontnewydd Palaeolithic site is an archaeological site in Wales which has yielded the earliest known remains of man or in this case a young 14 year old girl in the region. It is located on the River Elwy, near the hamlet of Bontnewydd, Denbighshire.
The cave is situated on the road leading from the village of Bontnewydd up to the next village of Cefn Meiriadog
Bontnewydd Cave was excavated in 1978 by a team from the University of Wales, led by Dr Stephen Aldhouse Green. I visited the site in 1981 when it was being re-worked, the tooth mentioned had been found in 1978 giving reason for this follow up dig.
It was amazing as we entered the excavated dig to see all the different periods in time written on a chart to show us all the different types of soil and stone. Then we were shown the teeth (fragments) plenty of animal bone fragments including; bear, tiger, lemmings (they get everywhere!) wolves, boar and many, many more you would be astounded. I will try to dig out the pamphlets that we collected on the day we visited the site.The cave mentioned was not one of the large caves which are mostly a Victorian Folly, like the Lemming's those Victorians also got about a bit. It was a far older opening which was used through many different times of trouble. The last time it was used during WWII, was for ammunition I think!
The valley which holds the village of Bont Newydd is trapped within two great rises, on the one side the Bryn, and on the other the Berain. you can descend into the valley from Henllan, and Llannefydd on the one side of the River Elwy and on the other side from St. Asaph, via Cefn Meiriadog, and also from Glascoed coming in from the other side. There were many times as children when getting out of the valley during winter was impossible but most beautiful.
So many times we still go down to Bont Newydd. Always
when we have friends who have never been there. It is paradise. I am
always putting little bits of Cefn and Bont in my children's story. The
wood in Fingles Wood in Seligors Castle is set in the woods around the
bottom of the Caves and I have decided that the big cave in the bottom
will be the creatures school roomms. I have the giant staircase
mentioned and yet this tiny flight of steps - does anyone remember
them? - that were cut out between the rocks themselves. It was so
narrow and steep that I for one wouldn't get down them now. Then there
was the giant's kitchen and the stone that the giant "Meiriadog" took
out of his shoe one day before he paddles his feet in the river Elwy.
This with its salmon pools, weir, swing bridge. Gosh, I have so many
places to put in my stories the kids will have them for breakfast,
dinner and tea all over the world.
Come watch this wonderful little tale,
I wonder who your favourite is., mine is Piglet. xxx
I love this little poem by Marjorie Wilson, she was the sister of Captain T P Cameron
the war poet: 1889-1918. Their Father was the Reverend T Cameron Wilson
of Little Eaton in Derbyshire. Marjorie's War Work included nursing
service with the Voluntary Aid Detachment and with the War Relief
She left a big hole in Britains poetry and rhymes dying so very, very young.
THE OLD WOMAN IN THE ATTIC
My little room is high up in the house,
The rain's small feet pit-patter.
No one comes.
Lonely it is. Sometimes a soft, small mouse
Peeps out with frightened eyes to find my crumbs.
I have grown old in this small attic room.
One after one my dear friends went away.
In the still night how black the shadows loom!
But shadows do not last; they go by day.
I have a roof (so close). I have a fire.
I would not change my garret room, not even
For a grand floor below: there is none higher;
The floor above this little room is heaven.
Also by Majorie Wilson
'TO TONY – AGED 3 (IN MEMORY: T. P. C. W.)'
poem entitled 'To Tony – Aged 3'
was written in 1918 by Marjorie Wilson
in memory of her brother, T P Cameron Wilson ('T. P. C. W.'),
casualty of World War I.
Also a poet, he was serving as an officer in
the 10th Sherwood Foresters when he was killed in action at Hermies,
France, in 1918.
Many of the children of soldiers killed in combat were
– are – too young to know or remember their fathers,
so it falls to
relations to tell them about their parents and of the sacrifices that they
HERE IS AYLIYAH
WITH A FEW MORE RHYMES THAT LIVE IN
Sammy Smith would drink and eat
From morning until night;
He filled his mouth so full of meat
It was a shameful sight
Sometimes he gave a book or toy
For apples, cake, or plum;
And grudged if any other boy
Should taste a single crumb.
Indeed, he ate and dranke so fast,
And used to stuff and cram,
The name they called him by at last
Was often Greedy Sam.
Another of Elizabeth Turner's lovey nursery rhymes......
Sri Lanka Folklore:
Finbo was so big fish, it was very easy for his Friends to Find him.
Far away in the deep blue ocean, there lived a little blue whale named
Finbo. Even though he was called little, he was not little by any
means. The baby Finbo was very much bigger than all of his friends. His
favourite pastime was playing hide and seek with his friends in and
around the rocky areas. But there was one thing which disappointed him
all the time. That was, whenever they played hide and seek, Finbo ended
up being on the losing end. No matter how hard he tried to hide, his
friends would find him in no time.
Since Finbo was so big, it was very easy for his friends to find him, because
he stuck out from behind wherever he was trying to hide.And when his
turn came Finbo could never find his tiny friends. They were so tiny
that they could hide anywhere. Sometimes they hid behind Finbo's own
tail! But, Finbo could never see them, until they came out and showed
themselves. Therefore Finbo had to spend the whole day searching for
them. This happened almost all the time. When Finbo got tired of
searching, he gave up the game and went to his mother, whimpering.
Uh...uh...h...I cant do this all the time. I can't stand it any more..
Finbo complained. Why, my darling, what's wrong? his mother asked.
Mama, whenever I hide, they find me right away. But when ever they
hide, I can't find them even if I search all day long. Why, Mama? Why am
I so big?? Why can't I be tiny, like my friends? Finbo asked, sadly.
But, darling, you are a whale. You are different from all the fish in
the sea. We are the biggest animals on earth. And don't forget, you'll
be even bigger when you grow up, said his mother.
bigger? Oh no, I don't want to be any bigger. I'm tired of being big,
Finbo said crossly. No Finbo, you must be proud of it. said his mother.
Proud of what? Being big? Finbo asked.
mother started explaining. Finbo, listen to me carefully. We have many
things to be proud of. First of all, we are not fish. We are mammals
who live in the water. We don't lay eggs like other fish. You were born
like a baby and not hatched from an egg. Baby whales drink milk from
their mothers, just like the children on land do......... And we have
hair on our bodies, too. We are the loudest animals on earth. No one
else has a fountain on top of their head like we do. We have no
enemies, and all the others are frightened of us. You need not shrink
away with fear from anyone and..... His mother tried to convince him.
But it was hard for him to understand. But... but mama...but...even if
all that is true, I still cant play hide and seek. I don't want to be
big and different any more. Finbo started whimpering again.
Uh...uh...uh...Finbo, everyone should be happy about who he is and what
he has. You'll see one day, what would it bring you, being who you
are.. said mother blue whale.
On the following day, Finbo and
his friends went to the rocky area to play hide and seek. Finbo, shall
we go far out there, beyond the rocky area? asked one tiny friend. Far
away? Oh no, I wont go too far, said Finbo. Finbo, are you scared? they
asked. No, I'm not sacred. But I'm not going, because my mother told me
not to. Its very dangerous out there, said Finbo calmly. Hey, Big Finbo
is scared it seems. Lets go there and show him how brave we are, said
all his tiny friends, laughing at Finbo.
little friends, as my mother says, being brave doesn't mean that you go
looking for danger. And I'm obedient to my mum, said Finbo. Oh, Finbo,
what's the use of being big...Finbo's friends laughed at him and swam
away. Finbo felt very lonely. No one to talk to, no one to play with.
He wandered around sadly. But, a little later.... He heard shrieking
voices coming through the water. It sounded very familiar to him. He
swam towards the sound, quickly. It was his tiny little friends,
darting through the water, crying out with fear, as if someone was
chasing them. They rushed forward and hid behind Finbo's tail. The next
moment, a big shark raced toward them, with his mouth wide open. The
moment he saw Finbo in front of him, his eyes bulged out and his mouth
dropped. Finbo grunted once. The big, bad shark took one sharp look at
Finbo from the corner of his eyes, and vanished at once, in fear.
Finbo's friends, who were peeping from behind his tail, couldn't believe
their eyes. They were amazed to see how the big bad shark ran away as
he saw their friend, Finbo.
were very proud of him. All of them came to him and thanked him over
and over. They apologized to Finbo for teasing him. Finbo welcomed all
the thanks humbly. My friends, said one of the little fishes. Finbo is
wise. He told us not to go into danger. Of course, being brave does not
mean running towards danger. We learnt that today. From now on, we
should not go so far away to play. All of them agreed. Yes, yes, Finbo
is a very good friend. Even though we teased him, he came forward to
help us at once, without being angry with us. they said. My friends,
you need not go anywhere to play. Ill take you to show things you have
never seen. It would be much more interesting than swimming far away,
said Finbo. He swam up, close to the surface of the sea, with his
friends. And then he asked his friends to sit on his head one by one.
when spurted his fountain, they were shot out of the water into the
beautiful world above. They saw the sky, birds, sun, clouds, ships and
far away lands. They cheered with joy. It was an amazing sight to the
little fish who had never seen anything other than the things under the
sea. Finbo, you are such a wonder. And such a good friend too. We love
you very much. They circled around him and hugged him. Finbo was very
happy that he was big and different, because he could be of great use
to his friends.
With thanks to my friends :-
The Rabbit who saw the World
Rufty Tufty was a rabbit who wanted to see the world. "What is
the world like?" he said to everyone he met. "It's a big flat place,"
said his mother. "No, it's square," said his father, and nobody could
agree. One evening Rufty Tufty saw Wise Old Owl sitting in an
oak tree. "Mr Owl," he squeaked. "Can you tell me what the world is
like?" The old owl looked wise, then he said, "The world is round."
All night Rufty Tufty dreamed of a round world. As soon as he woke up
he said "Good-bye" to his family, and set out to see for himself.He
hadn't gone far - hoppity hop, hoppity hop - when he came to the edge
of the woods and saw a fence. Slipping through a gap, Rufty Tufty found
himself inside a vegetable garden. As Rufty Tufty looked round
the garden, and nibbled at a cabbage, he saw a large round pumpkin.
"The world!" he squeaked to himself, and joyfully hopped over the
cabbages to the place where the pumpkin stood. Rufty Tufty stretched
out a paw and patted the pumpkin. "The world is hard," he thought.
Then, giving a jump, he scrambled to the top of the pumpkin and looked
all around, then slithered down the other side. Just then Mr
Brown came home and saw Rufty Tufty near his pumpkin. He shouted and
frightened Rufty Tufty so much that the little rabbit scampered back to
the Window Woods. "Mr Owl is right," he told his mother. "The world is round and I have been all over it!"