Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere
Diddily and the Dee Dot's live in Dreamland
"Can I ask you a question ?"
"WHAT DO YOU THINK ?"
Once upon a time in the long long ago, the Sun, the Moon and the Earth (who were all a little bit jealous of one another) met together at twilight to have a talk.
Presently they began boasting of the wonderful things they could do. Soon they began to quarrel, until at last they decided to have a contest the next evening to see who could make the most beautiful thing.
An so the next evening, as dusk began to gather, the three met again and the contest began.
The Sun hid himself for a moment behind low clouds.
The Moon cried out in triumph, "Ho ! ho ! he's run away. He knows he can't beat me. And as for you. . . . . . . .
But the Moon stopped suddenly, and stared at the sky. The Sun had turned the sky to purple and red and gold, and the little low fleecy clouds seemed as if they had been lit with fire.. The Sun had showed his red face for just a moment and then said. "Well, you can try but I'm sure you can't beat that." And without waiting to see if they could or couldn't, he was gone over the horizon.
Then it was the Moon's turn and he leaned down over the sea and turned it into silver and all the little stars danced upon the glittering water.
"Beat that if you can !" said the Moon proudly to the watching Earth.
The Earth smiled and shook herself. All the trees of the World swayed and swayed, until the rustling of the leaves sounded like a thousand tiny whispers.
Again the Earth shook herself and all the flowers closed their petals, and bowed their heads low towards her.
Yet again the Earth shook herself and far away a nightingale began to sing.
"Well Moon, what did you think of that?" the Earth asked, with a proud smile.
"Well it was good, but I still think I won." replied the Moon a little sulkily. And the quarrel began again.
Just then a fat Mother Toad came hopping by, and when she heard what the quarrel was about. "I'm afraid your all wrong, I have the most beautiful thing that ever was, stay here a moment and I'll pop home to get it."
Away she hopped andin a few momentss she returned with a baby toad sitting on her back.
"There you are ! she said proudly, "My baby . . . and the most beautiful thing that ever was, or ever can be." And without waiting for an answer she hopped away.
And when the Moon and Earth told the Sun the next evening, he said, "Bless me! I do believe that Mother Toad is right after all."
"I'm not so sure, as the Mother Toad was, mind you. Of course she meant that when a mother has a baby, what every it looks like to anyone else, to her the baby is the most beautiful thing there is. Unfortunately when I gave birth to my third son, he looked just like Popeye, all that was missing was the pipe. I am pleased to say he became more good looking as he grew older for I was wondering where on Earth I would find an Olive Oyl for him. .
Diddilydeedot in Dreamland
DORA AND "HOP - SCOTCH" BRING YOU
Teeny - Tiny
ONCE upon a time there was a teeny-tiny woman who lived in a teeny-tiny house in a teeny-tiny village. And, lo and behold, one fine beautiful evening, this teeny-tiny woman put on her teeny-tiny bonnet, and went out of her teeny-tiny house to take a teeny-tiny walk. She had not gone very far when she came to a teeny-tiny gate; so the teeny-tiny woman opened the teeny-tiny gate, that led into the green churchyard of a And there she stayed to look through. And presently this teeny-tiny woman opened the teeny-tiny gate and went into a teeny-tiny churchyard.
And, lo and behold, when this teeny-tiny woman had got into the teeny-tiny churchyard, there was a teeny-tiny grave, and there, lying upon the dark mould she saw with her teeny-tiny eye what but a teeny-tiny bone! And the teeny-tiny woman said to her teeny-tiny self, "This wee little teeny-tiny bone that it is will make me a teeny-tiny supper."
So with jusy one teeny-tiny glance over her shoulder, she thrust the teeny-tiny bone into her teeny-tiny pocket, and off she went home to her teeny-tiny house.
And, lo and behold, straight over the teeny-tiny chimney stood a teeny-tiny star. Now, when the teeny-tiny woman got home to her teeny-tiny house, I must confess she felt a teeny-tiny bit tired. So having lighted her teeny-tiny candle, up she went - went she into her teeny-tiny bedroom. And with just one teeny-tiny glance over her shoulder, she put the teeny-tiny bone under her teeny-tiny pillow.
And, lo and behold , when this teeny-tiny woman had been to sleep but what seemed less even than a teeny-tiny moment, she was suddenly awakened by the sound of a footstep. And the footstep was coming up and up and up the stairs, one stair at a time; up and up. And the teeny-tiny woman lay in her teeny-tiny bed and listened.
And presently at the door there came a rap. Three times over: rap-rap-rap. And then in the silence a voice: "Where's me bone ?"
And at this, the teeny-tiny woman was a teeny-tiny bit alarmed, and she hid her teeny-tiny head under the teeny-tiny sheet, and tried to sleep again.
And again, a little louder; rap-rap-rap. And a voice: Where's me bone ?"
At this th e teeny-tiny woman gave a teeny-tiny scream, and hid her teeny-tiny head a teeny-tiny bit further under the teeny-tiny bed-clothes. And she could scarcely hear anything for the sound of her teeny-tiny teeth chattering. But now, louder than ever, shaking the whole teeny-tiny house, the teeny-tinyjug in the teeny-tiny basin, and every teeny-tiny picture on the teeny-tiny wals : RAP-RAP-RAP. And a voice: "Where's me bone ?"
And at this - to feel the teeny-tiny house shake, and to hear that enormous voice - the teeny-tiny woman was all but frightened out of her teeny-tiny wits. And without more ado, she drew out the teeny-tiny bone from beneath her teeny-tiny pillow, hopped out of her teeny-tiny bed, and flinging open the teeny-tiny door, she threw out the teeny-tiny bone straight into the darkness.
"TAKE IT !" says she.
This wonderful little story was written by John Russell Smith.It is printed in Readings, selected by Walter de la Mare and Thomas Quayle Book 3 , 1925.
but thought to be written many years previous... London: John Russell Smith, 1849. ...
HOPSCOTCH and DIDDILYDEEDOT
invite you to the Match.
THE LOST MATCH
By Catherine E Thonger
"Tom dear," said Mrs Reynolds entering the room where her two boys were sitting, and addressing the elder: "Tom dear, I am very sorry, but I'm afraid you must go to the doctor's for more medicine for May. I have only enough to last till evening, and I dare not risk being without any through the night."
"Oh, Mother, that is such a nuisance. This is the first fine day we've had for weeks, and we have arranged to play a cricket match. Carter will be so annoyed."
"I think Tom, that when Carter knows the reason, he will make no trouble about it, but will find a substitute."
"Why didn't you ask Father to bring it home with him?"
"Father isn't coming home tonight."
"Well send Mary, then! Tom carried on moaning.
"Mary has more to do than she can manage as it is. I think Tom, you must know I should not send you if it were not necessary.."
"It's too bad Mother!" he repeated "I will take three-quarters of an hour to get there, and three-quarters of an hour back, and I may be kept waiting ages at the surgery. The whole afternoon will be wasted!" and Tom's face looked like a thunder cloud.
Mrs Reynolds turned towards the door. Little May had kept her awake all night with a distressing cough, and want of sleep and anxiety were making her feel very depressed.
Silence followed her departure. Tom sat swinging his leg with a scowl on his brow. "She might have found out yesterday that she wanted more."
"If you like Tom I will go instead of you, if Carter doesn't mind." The offer was made hesitatingly, with the hope at the bottom of Arthur's heart that his brother would decline, but the hope was short lived.
Tom's face cleared like magic. "I say old fellow, that's awfully decent of you. You see old man, the lads rely on me for the batting and your not much good except for fielding, so perhaps it would be better if you went."
Arthur gulped once or twice before he suggested, "The captain says good fielding is as important as good batting, and I caught the best man out in the match we played."
"I know you did, Arthur , and a very nice catch it was too; but you can't expect to fluke like that every time, can you."
Arthur opened his mouth to reply, and then shut it again without a word.
"You had better run down to Carters house and tell him you can't play, hadn't you?" went on Tom. "He will have to get one of the reserves. Mother might of told us earlier , instead of waiting till the last minute. Oh there he is! Run after him!"
Arthur rushed out. "Carter! Carter!" he shouted. "Stop a minute! Can you let me off this afternoon, my little sister is ill and I have to go to the surgery for her medicine."
Carter, the captain of the team turned round, "Oh I am so sorry Arthur, is she very bad? Can't anyone else go?
"There is no one else but me .... or Tom."
"Oh bother! Well illness can't be helped, so I suppose one of you must be spared. It makes no different to the team which it is, Tom is certainly better at batting, but you are getting to be an A1 fielder, Arthur.
Arthur flushed with pleasure at the praise but felt surprised. Tom always considered himself so much superior that Arthur supposed every one else did too.
"I could get Brown in your place," went on Carter, "and he will be only too pleased to get the chance, but I'm sorry to lose you. I'll run in at once and tell him. There's no time to spare." And with that he hurried away.
"What's going to be done?" asked Tom as Arthur returned to the room
"He says he can get Brown instead of me. He will be glad to have the chance to play." said Arthur slowly.
"That's alright then." said Tom looking at the clock. "I have to be at the field in twenty minutes and I just want to finish this chapter. It's awfully exciting! Do you think you could run upstairs and get my things together. It's no use you starting for the doctor's yet, he wont be in , so there's plenty of time.
Arthur left the room, but waited a moment outside the door to wipe the mist from his eyes. He too had been looking forward to the match, and the disappointment was keen. A step at the other end of the passage sent him flying up stairs, it would never do to be caught crying, and him just ten years old last week.
A quarter of an hour later Tom walked out of the house with a cheery 'Good-bye, Arthur, it's going to be a grand afternoon."
Arthur watched him down the lane, and turned round to his mothers call.
"Where is Tom going Arthur? Will he be back directly?"
It's alright Mother, I am going to the doctors."
"But that's not good, Tom had no right to let you go. You have done it the last three times."
"Never mind, Mother; perhaps he will go next time. How is May feeling? Is it all right if I come to see her?
I think she maybe a little better, but her cough is really incessant."
He followed her into May's bedroom and to the cot, where the little girl of five lay flushed and breathing heavily.
"Hallo May, how are you?" he asked kissing her and giving one of her tangled curls a gentle pull.
"I am feeling a little better, thankyou Arthur, but my cough does hurt so much."
"Don't you worry May, we will soon stop that! I am just on my way to the doctors to get you some medicine for it. You will have to hurry up and get well, you should see the daisies in long meadow, they are crying out for you to make some chains. I'm only waiting till you can come with me."
"I will try hard Arthur." said the little one.
Mrs Reynolds beckoned him out of the room. "Arthur dear, if the doctor is not in I am afraid you will have to wait. Don't come back without it dear, and could you give the doctor this note."
"That's alright Mother, I will wait until twelve tonight."
Mrs Reynold smiled at her younger sons words. "I hope it wil not be so long as that! But if you are kept very long, get yourself some tea in town."
She kissed her son. "Good-bye dear, I am sorry that you had to miss your cricket match,"
She bent down and kissed him again, while the young boy put his arms around her neck and gave her a hug.
"Goodbye Mum, don't worry about it." and he ran downstairs trying to whistle, to prove how slight his disappointment really was.
Once out in the country lane, Arthur started off at a good pace, resolutely keeping his eyes from straying towards the field where the match was being played, and looking straight along the road which stretched before him. Not a soul was in sight, and no sound could be hears but that of the birds and insects. Bravely he tramped along till he heard in the distance the throb of a motor, and, a few minutes later a cheerful voice called out.
"Hallo! isn't that young Arthur Reynolds? Where are you going to this glorious day?
Arthur turned and faced te doctor himself. He whipped off his cap saying, "I'm going to the surgery, sir. Mother has sent this note and she wants more medicine for May."
The doctor read it, then glanced at his watch. "Well my boy, I wont be back in the surgery for some time, I'm afraid I have a long round this afternoon."
Arthur heart sank as he thought of sitting in the waiting room with nothing to do but look at magazines, but he had come to far to go back home.
"I don't suppose you fancy hopping in and coming on my rounds with me? asked Doctor Barton seeing the boys face drop to the ground.
Arthur look went from gloom to sheer delight. "Oh yes please, I have only been in a motor car once, it would be splendid."
"Come along then," and half a minute later they were flying along the sunlit lane at a glorious pace.
"How is it your not playing in the grand cricket match I have just passed?" asked the doctor.
"I was supposed to be but May has to have her medicine so I said I would come for it."
"Why did Master Tom not come for it this time?"
"Well you see, he is awfully keen on cricket, he would have been very disappointed to have missed it."
"What about you, are you not keen on the game. " Said the doctor sharply, "I thought you were rather a big man at it. My boy came home the other day full of the 'magnificent catch' on the boundary by Reynolds junior!"
Arthur looked pleased. "Oh well one can't expect a fluke like that to happen every time," unconsciously quoting his brothers words.
"A fluke!" said the doctor, "My good sir, a boundary catch is no fluke. One may fluke a catch close to the wicket, where the ball can be in or out of your hand before you realise it has been hit. But a boundary, why it's nerve, judgement, a cool head, a correct eye and the hide of a hippopotamus. Why, man! one has time to realise all it may mean! the honour of the club at stake - a match won or lost! One has time to shake at the knees and remember that every eye in the field is on you, and to tumble to pieces - or to gather oneself together, clench ones teeth and determine to stick to that bit of flying leather even if you perish in the attempt. Don't talk to me about a fluke," and the good doctor fairly snorted.
Both man and boy were hot with excitement and the car was rushing along the lonely country lane at far over the regulation speed.
"Shall I never forget a catch I made as a youngster!" he went on, "Our school had been beaten time after time by the same opponents, and finally we made a determined effort to win the next match. I was fielding on the boundary, and the last two men were batting. They wanted two to draw equal and three to win. Then it happened one of them hit a tremendous swipe! I saw the ball coming straight for me, and in a flash I knew that if I missed it we would lose the match and we would have to wait for another season. I tell you true young Arthur, I could hear the silence as the ball whistled through the air. I broke out in a cold perspiration and determined that nothing....nothing would make me miss! The next moment I was clinging to what felt like a piece of live coal, and the fellows were yelling themselves hoarse. They carried me shoulder high into the pavilion, I kept my hands in my pockets as much as possible, but everyone wanted to shake hands with me, and my word they felt like jelly! But it was worth it, it was so worth it!" finished the doctor.
"I should think so! cried Arthur enthusiastically.
"Aye my boy, you know for you've been through it. Bob told me all about it" and the doctor started up with memories of school life whilst Arthur listened with delight and interest till they turned in at a gate and drew up before a large house.
A lady and a young boy were standing on the steps.
"Good afternoon, Doctor. Whom have you brought with you?"
"This is a friend of mine, Arthur Reynolds"
"Suppose Alec takes him into the garden for some fruit, while you come with me to see my husband."
"I say where have I met you before, " began Alec with a puzzled look on his face, as the two boys went off together.
"I don't know but I remember you too," replied Arthur.
"Where do you go to school?"
Arthur told him.
"I've got it, you're the fellow who caught Sellers out when our school played yours. Our captain said it was the best catch that he'd seen in a long time, and that he wished he had a few of you on our team."
Over picking the strawberries and talking about cricket, the boys soon became friends
"Do you play often? Have you many matches on? asked Alec.
"I should have been playing today but I had to go to the doctors for some medicine for my little sister who is ill."
"Poor chap! Do you think she would like some strawberries? This is my own little garden, I can do what I like with the fruit."
"Oh, thank you! She'd love some! She's such a jolly little thing, and so merry when she's well."
A basket was soon found and filled just as a voice was heard calling, "Alec."
"Hallo, that's Mother, we must run"
The doctor was seated in the motor. Arthur jumped in, and Alec handed him the strawberries. "Goodbye, I hope we meet again soon."
Goodbye Alec, and thank you very much and I'm sure we shall." Arthur waved his cap till they were out of sight.
The rest of the drive was one long delight, and finally they drew up at the surgery door.
"Now my boy come along to Mrs Barton, and she will give you something to eat whilst I make up the medicine.
Half an hour later Arthur was shaking hands with the doctor, and trying to thank him for all his kindness. "It's been a glorious day! I have never enjoyed anything so much for a long time, thank you ever so much!"
"Tut, tut! I have enjoyed your company. You must come again!. It's a pleasure to meet someone who knows the joy of a boundary catch. And don't you talk to me about flukes any more! And Doctor Barton shook his fist at him menacingly."
Full of excitement, Arthur fairly flew over the long road homewards, and found his mother standing at the gate watching for him.
I think it would have been a very happy May who drank her medicine and ate her strawberries, I feel sure they both will make her well very quickly.
THE MYSTERY OF THE MISSING GULAB JAMUNS
adapted from the story by Sangeetha Narayan I looked up from my Spider Man comics. at last there was a strange noise in the kitchen.
You see, I had set a trap! "Why because for the past couple of days, our house has been in turmoil. The delicious looking gulab jamuns that my mother so painstakingly prepared each day, kept disappearing without any clue as to who the culprit was! And since everyone knew of my weakness for anything sweet, I was the obvious suspect.
"I'm very disappointed with you Arun!" said my mom. "Not only have you stolen, but you have added lying to your list of crimes. If you haven't said you are sorry, or at least found out where the sweets are going. I'm afraid I shall have to punish you severely.
Now I knew I was in trouble, and I had two options, either confess to a crime I hadn't committed or find out who is the real thief was..
I always fancied myself as a detective, so this was my chance to put my detective prowess to the test.
Seeking into the kitchen, from whence the noise came. I crept up behind the cupboard where the gulab jamuns had been strategically placed by me earlier. I would catch this culprit red handed.
Can you imagine my surprise when I realised that the thief was my young sister! The naughty girl had let everyone believe I was a thief and a liar, how could she do that to me. So I decided to surprise her, and crept up behind her, hoping to catch her eating her first delicious jamuns.
But she wasn't eating anything, in fact she was busy pouring the sweets from our container into another one. But why?
A good detective, realising there was more to this story, quietly backed away and then retrieving my camera from the bedroom, I followed Nitya through the door.
Then I thought, Nitya hated sweet things, so why would she be taking these? It was becoming a bigger riddle than I thought.
I followed my sister, down the road and through the small park. Goodness me I suddenly realised she was going to our secret hiding place. But she stopped just before the way into our den and say down on the grass. She looked at her watch and just kept watching, she was definitely waiting for someone, but who could it be.
Suddenly a big smile crossed her face and I immediately held the camera to my eye, to take the photo that would prove my innocence and her guilt.
But it was not to be. As I looked at the young girl who came over to Nitya and sat besides her on the grass. I realised that I had seen this little one before.
She was a young beggar girl. One whom we often passed on our way home from school. She was always at the corner of the street begging with her baby brother.
I let the camera fall down by my side as I realised the treat that my small sister was giving to the little girl.
Who quickly ate away the gulab jamuns, leaving no photo and no proof. They were gone in seconds, then the little one , looked up and smiled , putting her hands on Nitya's shoulders and said,
"Thank you Didi!* I have never eaten such delicious sweets."
I left them chatting.
I walked back home, wondering what to do. I decided that the best thing to do was to tell mother everything. I knew she wouldn't be to angry at my sister. And this is what I did. I was very pleased that mom believed me, and Nitya was given a small telling off for not telling mom what she was doing, and also for getting me into trouble, but she also made sure that from that day on, she made a few extra gulab jamuns for the little beggar girl and her brother.
*In India, A"Didi," is like a sister, a true friend.
I also found this about a Didi, and thought it looked really nice.
Three types of tears are generated by the human eye. "It is the third of these tears that are the most important for men and women, as well, as our children."
Basal tears protect the eye and keep it moist.
Reflex tears flush out the eye when it becomes irritated.
And emotional tears flow in response to sadness,distress, or physical pain.
So fattening but so good! This recipe makes 6 Scotch eggs.
6 hard-cooked eggs, well chilled
1 pound breakfast sausage
1/2 cup flour
2 eggs, beaten
3/4 cup fine bread crumbs
Vegetable oil for frying
Peel eggs and set aside. Divide sausage into 6 portions.
Roll each egg in flour and with hands press a portion of the sausage around each egg.
Dip sausage-wrapped eggs into beaten eggs and roll in
bread crumbs. Heat vegetable oil to 350 degrees Fahrenheit.
Cook each egg in oil about 4-5 minutes or until sausage is cooked and browned. Drain on paper toweling. Serve warm.
From Hop Scotch to Scottish Tablet
My boys made this every weekend they loved it
2 lbs Sugar
2 tlbs Syrup
small tin condensed milk (sweetened)
2 ozs Margarine
3 ozs water
1/2 tsp Vanilla
Place all in pan. Melt slowly. Stir till boiling.
Boil about 30 minutes.
Remove from heat and beat well and pour into greased tin.
Mark when cool; cut when cold.
So easy to make, delicious to eat, but get a grown up to help with the hot liquid
from the same wonderful Recipe site a little Chrismassy Fayre
2 cups Self Rising FlourCream margarine, sugar and salt.
1 tablespoon Milk
1/4 cup Sugar
1/4 cup Margarine or butter
Add egg with a little flour. Beat well.
Stir in the rest of flour.
Mixture should be fairly stiff.
Divide mixture into 24 pieces, flour hands and roll each piece into a ball.
Place on a greased baking sheet and bake at 350 for 8 - 10 minutes.
When cold sandwich together with jam,
brush over with heated jam or thin water icing and roll in coconut.
So yummy, so bad for your teeth, but heck, you're only young once so
GO FOR IT !
ONE, TWO, THREE O'LEARY.
This is the game I taught my youngest grand daughter Molly over the summer holidays. Luckily I have a private big brick wall, because I thnk the only bad thing you can say about this game is if you have little horrors who use anyones wall. hmm, you end up losing a lot of tennis balls that way. Believe me, I KNOW been there, done that
Two balls and a wall is a children's game played in the
The game is played by standing next to a wall and
throwing a ball at the ground so that it bounces off the ground, then
wall, and returns to the player.
Once the first ball is in the air, a
second ball is thrown.
Balls are thrown and caught in a rotation.
player must perform a sequence of stances while the balls are in
If, during one stance, a ball is dropped, the player must go back to the first stance and start again.
The game is mentioned in the 1957 book "The Only Child", by James Kirkup
There were songs sung along with the game. The words most closely associated with it are "One Two Three O’Leary", which was
adapted into a pop song by Des O’Connor. This was the version I knew and played as a child in the Back Entry's of Liverpool 13. It was taught to all the kids, mainly by all the Irish children who lived in and around Kremlin Drive back in the late fourties and fifties.
(Which makes me thiink of the Kelly's who took great delight in throwing live cat's over the wall and onto my Uncle's greenhouse. Little toureg's I think it was my Uncle called them. I felt sorry for the cats, many did die through their cruelty even in those days. It is nothing new dear children, not at all.)
It is also the title of a song written by Woody Herman and Wally Bishop and recorded by the Andrews Sisters.
This next piece of information is from Wikipedia again, but none of it has been verified yet.
Can anyone email me with any earlier facts.
The game is unlikely to have existed prior to the invention of the cheap tennis ball. In Britain
at least, it cannot have come about earlier than 1921, when a company
called Avon started to mass produce tennis balls. It is not well
documented, but the game was common in the UK from the early 1950s. It
does not appears to have a widely accepted name.
The name “sixes” is
used to indicate that each stance had to be performed six times. The
name “ten” is used to indicate that the first (easy) stance had to be
performed ten times, the next one nine times, until the most difficult stance was done. It appears to have died out in the late eighties. The
game was also known in Sweden.
BUFFALO GIRLS GO ROUND THE OUTSIDE!
IN ENGLISH, NOUGHTS AND CROSSES,
AMERICAN, TIC TAC TOE
0X0 no points
but no matter where we are in the world, all you need is a writing pad,
or pieces of paper. a pencil or pen, crayon, felt tip.
Anything that you can write with and make an X or 0,
XXX 10 points
000 10 points
a draw 2 points each, that way you try to win
and not just draw a game all the time.
I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE
SOMETHING BEGINNING WITH D * * DIDDILY