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August 2015
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Two weeks ago* we visited one of the
museums on our list, the Bethnal Green Museum of Childhood, located in
north east London, operated by the Victoria and Albert Museum in central
London. On our way there, we first had a look around Liverpool* Street
Railway Station to see all the old architecture, mostly* evident in the
columns, ironwork and outer walls. The interior of these old stations is
always a mixture of preservation of the original fabric of the building
and the installation of the new facilities within it, so that no
compromise is necessary between keeping the history and providing a
clean, bright and efficient interior to cope with the large number of*
people passing through.
* "mostly" Omits the lightly
sounded T
Many of these old stations have an
upper and lower level, and I like to look down on the crowds milling
about. It is fascinating to watch how everyone gets to their target,
whether a certain platform*, snack bar, ticket machine or doorway, and
yet there are no collisions or zigzags* necessary to maintain a smooth
flow. I think it is achieved because everyone instinctively slows down
when someone crosses their path, and so they can continue in a straight
line towards their target. Difficulties only occur when each has failed
to see the other or they both think that the other person has decided to
give way, and then apologies are instant but brief, with an equally
instant and polite reply or maybe just a smile and a nod. In fact the*
British are known for apologising regardless of whose fault it was!
Outside the station entrance is a poignant sculpture of a group of refugee children who have just arrived at the station, representing the 10,000 children fleeing the Nazi persecution of the Jews in 1938 and 1939. They are clutching their suitcases and a teddy bear, wondering what will happen next. Their faces seem to show not only sadness and apprehension but also the strength and determination they will need in the future. It is entitled "Children of the Kindertransport" and was dedicated by the Association of Jewish Refugees in 2006*. * "2006" Long slash to represent
the current century, arbitrary sign with no phonetic value
From Liverpool Street Station we took the tube to Bethnal
Green, exiting directly opposite the museum. It is a Victorian red brick
building set back from the high street, with a small park alongside.
Before we entered the main hall, in the foyer to one side was a very
inviting display entitled "Wilfred’s Party" showing a children’s party
in full swing. There was a long table piled high with cakes and other
goodies, all made of card and tissue paper, balloons and streamers
overhead, and an assortment of teddy bears and other toys sitting around
waiting for the signal to start eating.
I was enticed by the doughnuts made of brown wrapping paper, topped by
white paper icing with a scattering of shiny sequins, and somehow I knew
that they would all still be there when we came out of the museum later
on, without a single bite mark or stray crumb to be seen.
* "you could" Not phrased so it
does not look like "you can"
* "short time" The halving is doing duty for both T sounds
* "past times" Not phrased, as that
would be read as the noun "pastimes"
Upstairs was an extensive display of dolls houses, mostly
from past centuries, and certainly lovingly owned and played with by
many children over the years, until the houses were donated or lent* to
the museum. This was a temporary exhibition and will no doubt be
replaced by another subject next year. They are a fascinating window
into the daily lives and surroundings of the past, and would have been a
valuable learning tool for the privileged children whose future was to
own and govern such households. The children could also mimic and play
out the events of their daily lives and so have the pleasure of being in
control, which is the ultimate goal of any toy. This museum is
definitely one to return to and no doubt I shall find many things that I
missed the first time around. (1077 words) Short Letters 6 (9 August 2015)
* "large proportion of the" Not phrased, as it would look too much like
"large number of the"
* "ten" "eighteen" Always insert the vowels
* "so much" M stroke included in order to join the phrase
* Omission phrases "we (h)ope you
will" "I look fo(r)ward" "Yours
(sin)cerely"
* "how much" M stroke included in order to join the phrase
* Omission phrases "as quickly as
poss(ible)
"Yours (sin)cerely"
Dear John, I hope you have* had a really good summer and have been able
to get to the Sports Club regularly to meet with friends. The reason I
am writing is to ask you to give us your comments on the facilities
here. We are putting together a brochure in order to* make ourselves
known and get more custom, and we would like to include some honest
reviews from existing members. You can email them directly to me or
leave them as comments on the website. We would also welcome any photos
you could let us use. Kind regards (100 words) (Total 836 words)
When I can get away from the
computer and go wandering, I like to visit areas of interest in London*.
In summer this is usually parks and green spaces, but I also like to
discover local history. With this in mind, we took a trip out to see the
Museum of London Docklands which is located on the Isle of Dogs on the
north side of the River Thames, close to Canary Wharf. The last part of
our journey was on the Docklands Light Railway which always feels as if
we have managed to get inside a toy train, travelling on a raised track
between the high rise buildings. They are able to go up and down slopes
and turn tight corners and their suspension is basic, so the experience
is much less smooth than a normal train ride. They are computer
controlled and driverless, which means you can sit at the front or back
and get an unobstructed "driver’s" view of the journey. Each train does
have a Passenger Service Agent on board, who sometimes has to sit at the
control panel, which always draws any children to move to the seats
behind to watch proceedings and imagine themselves in control.
We alighted at West India Quay Station
and made our way down the criss-crossing steps underneath the station.
Looking back it no longer* seemed like a toy, but more like a science
fiction film of the past, when they dreamed of vehicles travelling at
high level through cities of gleaming buildings, with people in shiny
grey futuristic* clothes walking about. This is all normal to us now,
but the special clothing is now smart black or grey suits and crisp
shirts, the uniform of the city boys and men. On the quayside we passed
a long row of food tents, where the owners were preparing and cooking
their fare for when the workers escape the offices for their dose of
fresh air but always ready to respond to the bleep or buzz of their Iphones alerting them to the arrival of an urgent message that is more
important than the next bite of sandwich.
Although it was a bright and warm sunny day, there were
a lot more cool breezes blowing than we would have expected, obviously
caused by the many tall buildings, as we had not noticed any wind before
coming here, and indeed they vanished once we left the area at the end
of the afternoon. At the far end of the quay a large boat was berthed,
called St Peter’s Barge, London’s Floating Church. I felt St Peter would
have heartily* approved and if he decided to visit, I am sure he would
have brought his fishing gear with him, in order to* illustrate his
sermon and talk about his previous experiences with both empty nets and,
very soon afterwards, full breaking nets. St Peter's Barge
* "Unfortunately" Optional
contraction
Most interesting was the re-creation* of a
length of London riverside alleyway. We turned a corner and entered a
very gloomy and narrow rough path between brick buildings, with grimy
black walls, little workshops lit by (electric) candle containing desk,
accounts on a parchment and goose quill pen. One of them had a small
window with a brightly lit scene of the sunny riverside and buildings
outside, which looked quite lifelike if one could manage to forget it
was a painted illusion. There were tiny grimy shops selling a variety of
goods, and a public house with a soundtrack of the chatter and noise
from the interior. The only thing missing was the smell which would have
been dank, mouldy and cold, with other unappealing odours mixed in,
garbage, fish and butchery remains, sewage and all the stinks of a
multitude of small scale home industries discharging into the Thames.
Thankfully it was not so lifelike after all!
* "expansion" and "extension" Insert the
second
vowel and also keep the P
stroke at a low angle
On the next floor was the history of more recent
times, showing Docklands throughout the twentieth century, the
subsequent development* of the area and its transport, and the
difficulties encountered. We saw a piece of iron girder that had partly
melted in a fire from a Blitz attack in 1940, with the bottom part
intact and the top half a shapeless mass. The caption states "To give
some idea of the intensity of the heat faced by the firemen, it is worth
remembering that the melting point of iron is 2,777 degrees
Fahrenheit*." Even more interesting was the photo and story of a bomb
attack and fire at a sugar warehouse, where the heat and the water from
the firemen’s hose had turned the sugar into toffee, which the workers
would come back to regularly and chip off pieces to take home to eat.
* "Fahrenheit" This outline omits the H sound of "-heit". To indicate the H sound, use the outline example given on the last line
Once back outside, we realised we had
forgotten what a pleasant* sunny day it was, especially as museum
exhibits are generally kept in low light. All the food tents and stalls
were now thronging with people, consuming their well-earned midday meal
after working hard at keeping the trade of the city going all morning
from their computer screens. I am sure all the freshly prepared food was
much more appealing* than the bland offerings from the office snack
vending machines and well worth the effort of descending from the
heights of the towering offices, to sit on the quayside, surrounded by
wicker tables, large parasols and planters full of box hedging, petunias
and begonias.
* "appealing" "appalling" Always
insert the vowel
Earlier in the year we visited Highgate Wood in North
London for the first time*. It was April,
the trees were still bare and we realised that another visit in summer
would be necessary to see this ancient woodland at its best. We returned
last week*, during a period of
hot sunny* weather, which meant, of course, lots* of photos of sunlight
streaming through the green canopy. Highgate Hill is one of the highest
points in London at 136 metres above sea level and the woodland is
situated on the north side of Highgate Village. It was part of the
original Forest of Middlesex and in the 16th century was known as
"Brewer’s Fell." In 1863 it was named Gravelpit Wood and when the City
of London Corporation acquired it in 1886 it was given its present name.
* "lots" "masses" Always insert the
vowel, as these are similar in outline and meaning
In the middle is a large clear area of grass
used for sports, with the Pavilion Cafe in one corner and seats under
the trees for families to have their picnics and snacks. There is also a
very informative wildlife information centre in a long wooden cabin. It
is filled with photos and identification* charts of the animal and plant
life, and posters showing the prehistory and geology of the area, as
well as many children’s drawings and paintings. After perusing all this, it was time for our sandwiches and we settled
on a circular tree seat nearby. Here we had a close encounter with our
least favourite item of wildlife, two wasps who became interested in our
food. They had obviously read the information in the cabin and assumed
that we humans* wanted to feed, preserve and admire them at close
quarters. We knew that waving our hands about would only inflame them
into more aggressive behaviour, so we had to just stroll away, finishing
the last bites on the move.
* Omission phrase "in ord(er to)"
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