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This picture reminds me of myself when I was this girl’s age. I had exactly the same privilege: rides on father’s shoulders. Growing up and being an only child, I was my Papa’s princess. And I had a lot of pink stuff.

Here are three pink quotations by English people:

“I don’t think I will ever get tired of wearing pink.” ~ Emma Bunton
“I believe in primping at leisure… I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe in pink.” – Audrey Hepburn
“You’d have to be daft as a brush to say you didn’t like Pink Floyd.” ~ John Lydon

Mrs Nesbitt and the ABC Team

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“… for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return” ~ Genesis 3:19, KJV

A small crowd gathered around two men digging. The dead was waiting on the edge of the pit. And the diggers were fighting water that sprung up the earth. Talk about watery grave.

It was the mid-70s. Whoever was sleeping in that coffin? The thing seriously looked like it was made of plywood! Poor guy. Blasted water would seep easily into his box and then he would be wet through. What a way to join the worms. My sympathies were vividly innocent. [George Hodan Photo]

Mama took me with her that day to the public cemetery in Digos where as far as I can remember, I had my first spectacle of the macabre.

‘… kay abog ka, ug sa abog ikaw mopauli.’  That is Cebuan for the dust thou art verse highlighted above. I often hear it read during funerals.

There was this line I was uttering in my mind – “from the dust thou art, to the dust thou returneth.” Perhaps I overdid the ‘thou’s and the th’s. About twenty-one years ago in Biblical Literature class, the professor would have us recite old English Bible verses and we would listen to her rave about how beautiful the King James Version is.

I sat there not really focused on which Bible version was fashionably classic or had more chances of being absorbed into my silly, 19 year-old, college hunk-hunting head.

A visit to the York Minster identified which version indeed. Alas, I wasn’t able to see the manuscript of the King James Bible they say was in the lower chamber of the minster for tourists. Next time I should not linger too long by these shop windows like I did in 2006.  I played a little with Sepia to somehow match this photo with the ancientness of  The Shambles.

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Those books on hauntings and some paranormal stories that happened right there on the very ground I stood on really intrigued me. I wondered what it would be like to find myself in a time capsule. Since I’m still here typing and you may still be reading this, then let’s head on over to Sepia Saturday and where other stories from the past are shared.

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“During afternoon tea there’s a shift in the air. A bone-trembling chill that tells you she’s there. There are those who believe the whole town is cursed, but the house in the marsh is by far worse. What she wants is unknown but she always comes back. The spectre of darkness: The Woman in Black”

Thus I pulled a blanket and settled myself neatly on the bed to watch.
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There only have to be promises of  ‘gothic, big, isolated house;’ ‘classic’ or  ‘Victorian-era ghost story’ for me to buy a horror film.  Of course there is also Daniel Radcliffe, all grown up from his Hogwarts days that drew me to The Woman in Black.  I found a review of the film on a blog called The Vault of Horror.  It provides considerable amount of details that someone like me would appreciate to know.

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I skimmed the review taking a mental note of relative phrases such as ‘British period horror,’ ‘minimal gore and largely psychological scares,’ ‘mysterious abandoned mansion on a tiny island off the coast of Britain.’ Hmm… sold. I’m watching this and watch I did.

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If I was scared then that’s a bonus. I watched the film mainly because it has something to do with England of course, and I like finding quotes in the interaction.

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As a novel, I like this comment on Goodreads – “What real reader does not yearn, somewhere in the recesses of his or her heart, for a really literate, first-class thriller–one that chills the body, but warms the soul with plot, perception, and language at once astute and vivid? In other words, a ghost [store] story written by Jane Austen?

Alas, we cannot give you Austen, but Susan Hill’s remarkable Woman In Black comes as close as our era can provide. Set on the obligatory English moor, on an isolated causeway, the story has as its hero Arthur Kipps, an up-and-coming young solicitor who has come north from London to attend the funeral and settle the affairs of Mrs. Alice Drablow of Eel Marsh House…

The Woman In Black is both a brilliant exercise in atmosphere and controlled horror and a delicious spine-tingler–proof positive that this neglected genre, the ghost story, isn’t dead after all.”

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And for collection purposes among obviously obvious others, I’m putting in some quotes by the author Susan Hill.

“A man may be accused of cowardice for fleeing away from all manner of physical dangers but when things supernatural, insubstantial and inexplicable threaten not only his safety and well-being but his sanity, his innermost soul, then retreat is not a sign of weakness but the most prudent course.”

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Something reminiscent of curiosity killed the cat – “It is remarkable how powerful a force simple curiosity can be…. In spite of my intense fear and sense of shock, I was consumed with the desire to find out exactly who it was that I had seen, and how, I could not rest until I had settled the business, for all that, while out there…. – or at least horrified the cat.

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Since I have not read the novel, I have been wondering why the Goodreads comment mentioned Jane Austen.

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This may not explain everything but what reminds me of Jane Austen when I read this quote: “For I see that then I was still all in a state of innocence, but that innocence, once lost, is lost forever”?

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Mr Darcy saying ‘my opinion once lost is lost forever’?  Yes, it does sound like the line. This musing will not necessarily boil down to Jane Austen though. Perhaps some place like Scarborough where Woman in Black author Susan Hill was born. She attended Scarborough Convent School and while reading that I wondered if I saw the school, albeit unknowingly, while going around Scarborough when I was in England. It’s the very first English town I toured after arriving in Reading from Heathrow.

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