Without new experiences, something inside of us sleeps.
The sleeper must awaken
Frank Herbert
I am tyred, no really I am. I need 4 of the rubber rings for my car. 4!!!!! that's a weeks wages. Actually I only need 3 but whats the point of not having the other done???
I have decided to share the subject I mentioned a few days ago. Now some of you probably wont care, but this really got to me.
In the Victorian era, if you had a still born baby, then usually it was taken away never to be seen again. No Funeral, nothing.
I had heard rumours (allegedly) that there was going to be a mass burial of over 50 of these poor mites (allegedly) and I would not have given this a second thought if I had not seen them myself.
Dating as far back as 1870, these small babies were perfectly preserved in cases of formaldehyde. I mean perfect. Ok there were also some organs as well, but all are being mass buried in one grave (maybe two graves)(allegedly) I did try to do something about this, by contacting a well known large newspaper asking if they could help (anonymous contact by the way) but they couldn't. It really has been grating on my mind as I am sure blood relatives will still be around today. What can I do???? Nothing, but it is so wrong. The very least they deserve is their own grave and headstone but I presume it all comes down to cost (allegedly)
Sad day.
Talking of sad.
I was told to listen to a track by an artist called Nick Drake. this poor chap died at an early age and suffered from anxiety, depression and insomnia (oh how I understand) He would not perform in public and only became famous after he took his own life. Click on the title and listen to 'Riverman' and just listen to the chords. Touching.
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