Mythology and Mystery
of The Missing Bell
A collection of writings and musings about the Missing Bell from guests at Eastward House.
A collection of writings and musings about the Missing Bell from guests at Eastward House.
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It is all About Food
Some say it never was, at least But I’ve heard tell It still sounds a nell To guide poor souls to a feast So when there’s hunger in your belly and there’s ringing in your ears don’t sit aside the stupid telly follow the bell without any fears Hearty food to bring good cheer For you and those you hold so dear Then face tomorrow strong and well And thank the sound of the missing bell Nick Halling, Broadcaster August 2010 It's not Far Away It’s been told oft, It’s in a loft, Above a bed, 10 feet from his head. He’ll give it back, Afore he’s dead. Anonymous May 2011 Of Happy Spirits I’ve heard it ringing, And angels singing. 135 years, that house has stood, Blessings and weddings and all things good. The laughter and happiness of Sunday school, Filled children’s hearts with hope and all. I’ve heard it ringing, And angels singing. Generations of happy spirits and goodwill Share the house with little children still. ‘tis a centre of happiness and light And heralds the forecast of a future bright. Caroline Fuller, Kensington May 2011 The Missing Bag Never mind the missing bell Where's my makeup bag? I left it on the Pentland ferry And now look like a hag One frantic call to Eastward House then all my fears subside They drove straight there Located where That item did reside And now my lips are ruby red My powder puff is dusted For missing bags and other snags Our dear hosts can be trusted ! GG & GF England September 2011 Who Cares? It’s place to dine and not to whine, With people of cheer and friends to be near. To eat great food and the pleasure was mine. So who gives a care if the bell isn’t there? With friendships around and good food abound. In a place of singing, with no bell ringing. Anonymous July 2011 |
The Four Loves The tongue of the Greeks knew 'Love' In a fourfold way: Agape Was love of the Gods; is Divine, Is what we knew before birth. Human love, friendship, Philia, Love of the soul reaches Those we are able to reach. It warms our hearts and leaves free. Storge, the love which is based In habit of life, we feel strongest When it is missing, when death, When a tearing apart leaves us wounded. Not least, there is Eros. When touched By its arrow we gasp, and tremble To touch in return. Blindly We grope for its bubble's fulfillment. Each deck of loves is shuffled Uniquely in each one of us. So each way is perfect; each hand Provides a road-map to Heaven Jens-Peter Linde Aberdeen July 2012 The (ap) peal of Patrick I've heard a bell is missing But frankly, I don't care That bell's toll was annoying It polluted the Orkney air For now I just hear Patrick's voice Commanding, debonair As he describes the scrambled egg And other sumptuous fayre Mr Shuttleworth on behalf of Graham Fellows, Actor August 2011 A Dodgy Confession My great granddad took that noisy bell Every Sunday it rang like hell He felt so guilty for avoiding church So he upped the tower and with a lurch Nicked it, then spirited it away And no one’s seen it, since that day Anonymous January 2011 A Mystery It seems to be A mystery. The bell that never was Or the lasting prank They just hid it because . . . Was it Ryan, Hamish or Frank It seems to be A mystery. In a tomb or under the loo How, why and who Will we ever know? Or was it you? It seems to be A mystery. Jackie Fisher June 2011 |