Coin créateur

Nous sommes l'ouvrage de Dieu ... (Eph.2:10)

Nous sommes personnellement reconnaissants à Dieu
de ses dons de créativité
et responsables de l'utilisation de ces dons,

• Nous faisons de nos maisons des lieux d'accueil et d'hospitalité,
• Nous reproduisons la beauté de Dieu dans notre monde,
• Nous communiquons le message évangélique avec sensibilité féminine,
• Nous montrons Dieu continuellement à l'oeuvre dans notre monde.

ILLUSTRATIONS     POÉSIE     MINISTÈRES ARTISTIQUES     RECETTES PRÉFÉRÉES

ILLUSTRATIONS

Cross Stitch Blessing

Katherine Frost, fcJ

Portrait of Marie Madeleine
Foundress of the FCJ Society

Claire Sykes, fcJ

 

 

 

 

 

Three Paintings:
Dancing Branch, Flower Carnival, Silver Tree

Maria Katherine McDermott, fcJ

Dancing Branch	Flower Carnival	Silver Tree

There are occasions when words are difficult to find, so I use art as a means of expressing what is within me.  Such pieces then help me to reflect and explore further.  During times of retreat and when reflecting professionally, I like to use a creative process.

Images of God and Me

And the Father will Dance                     Image of how someone looks ... and a closeup of this image

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Artwork ... Two abstracts, Ginger and Copper Kettle

Bernadette O'Malley, fcJ

        

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Pastel sketch of The Bay of Naples,
with Vesuvius in the background

Gloria Calabrese, fcJ

Poem written by Christina Rossetti in 1865, expressing her love of this beautiful land

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PAINTINGS

Elizabeth Philips, fcJ

                
The River from Richmond Hill                                 Glendalough                                                     An arch in the Algarve

        
The River from Richmond Hill                         Glendalough

                 
Images of Scotland                      A View from the Irish Coast                         A Scottish Castle

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TAPESTRY
Magdalene Branwood, fcJ

"The Father calls us to follow his Son in faithfulness, to stand at the foot of the cross with Mary and the holy women, there, as Faithful Companions of Jesus, to be one with him in his thirst for the coming of the kingdom." FCJ Constitutions

"Even from the time I was quite young I have been drawn to this image of the crucifixion and in particular to the fidelity of the women who stood at the foot of the cross. I did this tapestry in my spare time whilst I was school Chaplain at St Wilfrid's Comprehensive, Litherland.

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Paintings
Claire Sykes, fcJ

Human Consciousness Evolution of human consciousness - our growth towards the omega point. (Inspired by classes in Jung and Theology of the Cosmos)	The wonder and splendour of the Cosmos, and our interconnectedness	Trinitarian Insights on Trinity and our inter-connectedness with all of creation (inspired by studies in Wisdom Literature)

Texan Study (a la Georgia O'Keefe) -
Watercolour

I found this incredibly difficult to do!!

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POÉSIE

WATER of LIFE Christine Anderson, fcJ water – drop,  stream,  torrent,  sea source of new life invented –no gifted – yes unappreciated – often until the day dawns, the dew does not come, the rain refuses to fall the fields remain arid. dry, dusty, scorched earth rich equal with the poor in this new planet melting, eroding, confusing, straining and we pleading, renewing, recycling too late? streams of living water flowing, dancing surging in the depths of hearts graced streams of life thirsting for God, the god of life sustaining renewing, refreshing new life searching.

AFRICA Christine Anderson, fcJ Red earth - sweltering heat The smile of the child holding nothing Inane busyness of activity and bustle Eking a living from a single seed Death and life mingle Natural and accepted Too easily perhaps The life and death symbol carries a quality That you and I don't know The trees green and luscious The ground dry and barren Flowers in the Sahara Overwhelm the depths of despair And cry becomes crisis in the search                      for a new level of being God in all and all in God Africa gives life and cries out for life You and I are Africa.

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The WORLD is THIRSTING
Anouska Biggin, fcJ

In spite of our differences, seen or unseen
Nothing divides us more than our fear,
The world is thirsting to know more, yet
Each one says the other should try first.  Let's
Risk all, have courage, reach out and respond to this, our world's thirst

Religions are different is that so bad?
Each developed from the one there before
Learning from ways people had gone astray, when
Individualism meant more than the law.
Greed and superiority were the downfall of some
In others, uniting the two,
Of all the religions God's given to the world
Understanding begins with 'hello'.
So let's get talking, let's

Dare to be first,
In stepping out to the other,
Always ready to listen, to
Learn and to reach to those God calls our sisters and brothers.
One is no better than any other
God is beyond our limited minds.  Let us
Unpack our prejudices and walk into the future
Each one opening their hearts and their minds.

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GOD
Anouska Biggin, fcJ

Just three little letters, yet they mean so much
whether heard to the north, south, east or west.
So why do these letters cause problems for us
when in truth they are all about love?

Our histories are shared, though our names may be different
Christians, Muslims or Jews.
Our roots are entwined and our teachings enshrined
in our creation, the laws and the prophets.

So what is the problem in listening to people
whose faith is different from ours?
Or is it we listen but struggle to hear
with our ears and rarely our hearts?

Our world is thirsting for truth and justice
and though different we all have our way,
of living the message explained through the prophets
and helping each other day by day.

Why live divided by walls built of silence
when we've been given the gift of our speech?
Let's speak to each other as sister or brother
and celebrate what we live, all and each.

Our world is thirsting to know more of God,
Yet religions don't always give the best witness.
We fight to defend what we call our faith
with words and actions – both of which can be violent.

Our divisions and squabbles, our mistrust and rumours
don't encourage others to join us.
Let's end the fighting, let's talk and build bridges
and show the love of the God we call 'ours'?

We all have a message of truth and salvation
in whatever way it is written.
Let's build a new future, quenching thirsts of sister and brother,
passing on the love we've been given.

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WONDER-WEB
Gloria Calabrese, fcJ

Delicate splendour, Intricate beauty, Hung with drops of moisture In the misty Autumn night. Forget arachnophobia As you scuttle to the bus stop— Nature's Christmas decorations Are all draped for your delight.

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SOMETIMES I WONDER: Is it the Journey or the Destination we're made for?
Gloria Calabrese fcJ

I had a nest in Africa.
Nice one it was,
built it myself.
A good place to live, Africa
warm–plenty of insects-
a swallow could grow fat
except for the annual long haul flights, that is.

I enjoy them, mind you, soaring over the sands, diving over the dunes, flitting over the fields. Gazing down at mountain, lake and river. Navigating carefully through canyon and casbah Taking in the odours and aromas of the miles. An awful long way for a small bird like me but it’s worth it.

We always put up in a barn when we arrive. The owls don’t mind and the children are quite well-behaved. It’s a good place to rear the young. Sometimes I sit on the telephone line and I wonder Is it the journey or the destination we’re made for?

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STREET SIGN
Gloria Calabrese fcJ

The old man shuffles down the street.
I watch him from my room –
Framed by the bare tree’s boughs,
Held in the grey streets’ gloom.
Eternal brick and concrete are all my eyes can see
And yet this man below me touches true eternity.
For passing by the church’s door,
His right hand moves --- left, right, up and down.
He passes on.
I look and see
my God in Somers Town.

This Poem was published in 2010 in a collection called “A sense of Place” by United Press Ltd.

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SURREAL Miriam Maher, fcJ Surreal they seem those days when time was easeful life a valley sheltered from the harsher winds of yesterday and tomorrow a vague unsubstantial dream, light shadows. The grass was soft beneath my feet the friendly rain refreshed the earth and my being was irrigated with peaceful streams and rills of joy gently inducing peace and sweet content entering glades of dappled green deep solitude glimpsing thro' the trees a gentle sea caressing sunlit shores of France.

FLUID GRACE Miriam Maher, fcJ Fluid grace effortless speed birds against changing blue a roundabout static creatures stare from behind glass walls I watch the broken flow awkward gyration staccato pattern my body bound my spirit free winging with the birds.

IN MEMORIAM Miriam Maher, fcJ, England Tom was dead So tall so thin, so anxious to please, to be approved of His tentative smile a plea for love Never a trace of malice, hatred or revenge Towards life which had so ill-used him Gifts lying dormant. Unrecognized Failure writ large it seemed. Constant expectation of others unfulfilled. A man who remembered birthdays Always wrote his thank you notes Who shed his ill-fitting education Totally - no trace. Left no legacy Except the memory of love and innocence And terrible misunderstanding. At his grave his grandchildren wept inconsolably. God opened His arms, tenderly received this son To lead him joyfully without delay To a place where there was only love And peace and commendation.

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THE CRADLED CUP OF COFFEE Mary Campion McCarren, fcJ The cradled cup of coffee...; giving off warmth comfort encouragement stirring memories promising new beginnings connecting my awakening self to planters          growers          pickers          shippers to graders          grinders          packers          sellers reminding me of that Other Cup          which holds past                    present and future...;          living and dead...;  Now I can pray...;

THE WHIPPED TOPPING ON THE CAPPUCCINO Mary Campion McCarren, fcJ 'Ooooh!' you said and laughed -          but the whipped topping           was the icing on the cake          the cherry on the bun          truly the crème de la crème          and remains as          memory          of that happy day

SHEER GIFT Mary Campion McCarren, fcJ Sheer gift yawning heavy-eyed half asleep I peeped through the curtains just to look at the night and my heart sang I couldn’t go back to bed nurturing sustaining like old children’s stories of toys come alive at night daffodils dancing in the dark

ZACCHAEUS Mary Campion McCarren, fcJ 'Zacchaeus, can I come in?' He received Him joyfully that first momentous time - and every time He came morning, noon or night, meal time or office hours, family time, free time, prayer time always eager, keen, excited, perceptive grateful loving joyful of course - And I?

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FIVE HAIKU
Mary Campion McCarren fcJ

For the earth stripped, poisoned, burnt tough, hardy, resilient given half a chance		For children downcast, dull, deprived, Mammy and Papa both gone; lonely, empty, sad
For women we, wretched forlorn, dried up, dried out, despondent hoping against hope…		For women / fields parched and desolate dry, bone dry, deserted and barren what hope do we have?
	For children forlorn, wretched, sad buoyant, upbeat, optimistic miracle of love

I AM THE BREAD OF LIFE
Rita McLoughlin, fcJ

‘I am the Bread of Life.’
‘Take and eat.’
The Word hung suspended, a living soul,
neither more in heaven than on earth,
but binding inextricably
Adam and the Hands that fashioned him.
The words split the air,
crash through the endless aeons
and in our Word-gifted ‘Yes’,
reverberate in the tomb of the world,
transforming it into the Resurrection garden
of growth in Him who is.

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La LARME de DIEU Claire Thedrez, fcJ R/     La larme de Dieu sur notre terre Offre la vie à celui qui la boit La larme de Dieu sur notre terre Remplit nos cœurs de la soif de Dieu J'ai entendu le cri des enfants de la terre Leurs soifs immenses qui montaient vers moi Et pour répondre à leurs attentes J'ai fait lever sur leur route Des âmes emplies d'espérance Et témoins de mon amour immense.   R/ Compagnons du Christ fidèle Sur les chemins de partage et d'unité Dans la douceur et l'humilité du cœur Nous avançons pour répondre à l'appel De la larme de Dieu puissance d'amour.        R/ La terre crie sa douleur D'être malmenée sans cesse Par l'homme inconscient La terre a soif de sagesse Qui la comblera ? Qui répondra à ses attentes ?  R/ L'enfant crie d'amertume Devant les manques d'ouverture Devant les peurs qui s'installent Devant les mots qui surgissent Qui comblera sa soif d'apprendre ? Qui lui offrira l'oiseau lyre ?   R/ Qui ouvrira la porte aux cœurs assoiffés ? Qui offrira la vie aux âmes démunies ? Qui écoutera l'homme qui appelle ? Qui refleurira les terres arides ? Qui sera là pour l'autre ? Qui ouvrira à la source de l'eau vive ?            R/ Je viens vous chercher là où sont vos soifs Dans vos déserts arides Dans vos recherches d'absolu Dans vos carcans sociaux Là où vous semblez vous perdre Je vous conduis à l'amour.      R/ Par le chemin de l'eau vive Qui s'écoule de mon côté droit Vers la Croix rédemptrice des péchés Je porte vos misères Et vous ouvre les yeux Sur vos soifs éphémères Que je puis étancher indéfiniment.     R/

Écoutes le chant de l'oiseau Il te dit les mots de ta soif Entends sa ritournelle Qui monte des profondeurs de ton être Ce désert aride en quête d'eau Appelle sans fin vers la source d'eau vive.     R/ « Telle Marie-Madeleine abandonnée en ta main douce et ferme. » Le ROULEAU DON de VIE Claire Thedrez, fcJ Telle la fleur ouverte Tendue dans sa soif Qui crie son manque Notre monde hurle sa soif De justice et d'amour Notre terre crie sa peur Devant nos dévastations De haine et d'incompréhensions Qui se lèvera pour étancher leurs soifs ? Tels les pétales en attente Exprimant leur soif d'amour L'enfant expose son amertume De ne pas pouvoir apprendre Il a soif de culture et d'échange De paix et d'enseignement Mais la guerre ravage son école Détruit les vies prêtes à éclore Qui leur ouvrira la porte pour étancher leur soifs ? Des soleils se lèvent aujourd'hui encore Ils écoutent en leur cœur La chanson du bonheur Et tels des porteurs de vie nouvelle Sur les chemins ouverts de notre terre Ils s'offrent à pleines mains A notre monde en détresse Soulageant les petites soifs De leur présence active L'amour est le cœur de leur vie Chanson du printemps de l'eau vive Offert dans une vibrante tendresse A celui qui écoute le secret de son onde.

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THE QUEEN'S KINGDOM Teresa White, fcJ A land ruled by a king is a kingdom, we know. What if ruled by a queen? It's a queendom? Not so! A journey of journeys length and breadth of our Isles, was planned for our monarch cov'ring hundreds of miles. The reason behind this was her jubilee (gold) - a marathon jouney for a 76-year-old. She in Falmouth proclaimed her inaugural word. All over the harbour her clear tones were heard: "I intend, as the queen of this kingdom of mine, each region to visit as a unitive sign. On hearing this speech, I Laughed aloud, I recall. A queen of a kingdom? It makes no sense at all!

SUMMONING SPRING Teresa White, fcJ A pool of blue under a tree - forget-me-nots. In diamond dew wild violets grow beneath another. The pond alive - hat a flutter of duck and drake! Chasing each other, skiing on water, such ripples make! Blue of the sky, the April sun, summoning spring. On greening trees branch after branch is blossoming. Tender new life oh, everywhere surrounding us; Of providence, God’s vital care, reminding us.

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MINISTÈRES ARTISTIQUES

Catherine Bibby, fcJ

I do a great deal of fund raising for St. Johns Hospice on the Wirral. I try to keep this going all the year round – selling goods to the students, raffles and cake sales and also through my hobby of cake decoration.

I make wedding cakes and celebration cakes for friends and give any profit to the Hospice".

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Anouska Biggin fcJ

I don't often consider myself to be creative, but I do enjoy having the chance to create and to be, whether that's in the kitchen, creating sacred spaces for our community prayer or playing the tenor recorder as part of my young adult ministry.  The best way I feel all these actions deepen my relationship with God is when I know that they are well received by other people, and therefore facilitate them being able to feel nearer to God.

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Gloria Calabrese FCJ

“Women at the Well” is a service for vulnerable women in Central London. On Wednesday, we have an art and craft session, where women can come and explore their creativity by using various art and craft materials. We paint, draw, make greeting cards or jewellery, Christmas gifts and decorations etc. Some just like to sit and watch. It’s an informal time and we often find ourselves chatting about the day or discussing serious issues; occasionally, we sit quietly making things together. For me, the activities we offer are arbitrary really. The important thing is that we show up every week and we offer an occasion for people to develop their talents, their sense of self worth and self respect --- an aid along the road to recovery.

Colouring mandalas, exploring symmetry, weaving brooches with wool and coloured beads

Christmas lanterns and Tissue paper collage with a a celtic theme that was a group effort

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Mary Philomena  Lyons fcJ

I have always been interested in photography particularly in taking pictures of God's wonderful creation. I also take photos of flowers which again speak to me of God's handiwork.

The idea of using my photographs to make 'Greetings cards' came to me when I was thinking of a way to help our Sisters who were working in far away places. So, after retiring from school work I had time to devote to the making of these cards and I really enjoyed doing it. The photos put me in touch again with the places I had visited and with my experience of 'seeing' God in those scenes.

I sell my cards at all of our FCJ gatherings and, since I started in 1995, have been able to send a good amount of money to some of our communities in Indonesia, the Philippines, Romania and South America."

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MaryAnne Francalanza fcJ

Since I was a child, I have always played with silvery chocolate wrappers, turning them into goblets, or boxes, or planes. My interest in Origami grew as I realised the number of mathematical concepts that can be taught using this past time. Since I am a mathematics teacher, I decided to use it in class. The children loved it! So an Origami Club started. We meet at lunchtime and I have a new project to teach the children. We do it because we enjoy it, we do it to learn, we do it to fund raise! The Origami Club at Bellerive FCJ School is now in its sixth year. I have realised how important the time we spend folding is. It is amazing what stories, hope and feelings are shared over paper butterflies, boxes, birds and frogs.

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Maria Katherine McDermott, fcJ

Making cards in order to send greetings is a great pleasure and a way of putting added personal expression and effort into those greetings.  I know they usually give joy to the recipients. There are occasions when words are difficult to find, so I use art as a means of expressing what is within me.  Such pieces then help me to reflect and explore further.  During times of retreat and when reflecting professionally, I like to use a creative process.

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Rita McLouglin FCJ

I really enjoy being creative. Dancing, playing the guitar, cooking, making cards and arranging sacred spaces, all help me to come alive and to be more in touch with the relationship between my body, mind and spirit. While I find the movement of circle dancing simply enjoyable, energising or calming, I sometimes do circle dancing within a liturgy, or linked to an in-put, to express ideas we have been exploring in words.

I like experimenting in cooking, and I love creating sacred spaces, to tell a story, convey a message or emphasise the meaning of a celebration, feast day or belief. Often I use my creativity to help others or myself, to come to a deeper understanding, since we are body as well as mind, and are touched by the visual and corporeal, as much as by the rational power of words.

For me, to be creative is also to use the gifts God has given me, and to share in God's continuous creative activity.

     
Sacred Space for Companions in Mission celebration day and for Clare Thedrez' reception

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Winefride Mulroy, fcJ

Card making and other crafts that I enjoy give me the opportunity to experiment and to  use a variety of materials and mediums in Art and design. From this I gain a great deal of pleasure. I am able to relax and I enjoy desgn especially when using bright and vibrant colours.

In recent years I have made "Prayer and Painting "Retreats. These retreats help me to focus my prayer on the beauty of Creation and to acknowledge the magnificence of our World. As Gerard Manley Hopkins describes it "God's Grandeur".

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Teresa White fcJ
WORDS and WRITING

Forged in the stillness,
in response to the Spirit,
words leap into flame.

Pablo Neruda believed that poetry and peace go hand in hand: "Poetry is an act of peace", he said.

The haiku (above), which I wrote during a retreat many years ago, seems to echo the poet's words. If it does, it's an unconscious echo. I had not come across Neruda's words at the time, but as soon as I read them, I knew in my bones they were true. Is not entering into peace, into stillness, the prelude to any creative act? It certainly is for poetry, which I have to admit I write only rarely. But I believe it is so too for any kind of writing.

When, pen in hand, I sit in front of a blank sheet of paper, I can only start to express in words what is in my mind or heart if I am at peace within myself. Then, as thoughts emerge from this pool of peace, I write them down. Writing crystallises thought, and light is reflected from the many facets of those crystals, sometimes clear and sparkling, sometimes surprisingly subtle and shadowy. So writing, for me, is a form of meditation. It helps me to concentrate, to ponder, to look more deeply into things. When I do this, when I write reflectively, I find a deeper meaning in life and living and what happens to me and around me.

For me, the act of holding a pen (often now it is the click of the mouse, but I still prefer to use a pen for a first draft) is important too; it channels and stimulates my thoughts. New thoughts follow. Re-thinking and re-writing are both part of the process.

I have always loved words – their sound, their spelling, their derivation, their meaning – and I get great satisfaction from combining them to shape sentences and paragraphs, which may turn into reflections or stories, short or longer, and sometimes into poems. One of the most rewarding aspects of writing is that it can put us in touch with the deeper stirrings of the heart. Is it there that you are hidden, God?

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RECETTES PRÉFÉRÉES

Boil and Bake Fruit Cake        (Margaret Frain fcJ)

1 cup of sugar (white or brown)
1 cup of water
250 gms margarine (half pound)
500 gms (1lb) mixed fruit (sultanas, currants, peel, cherries; nuts optional)
1 level teaspoon bicarbonate of soda

Method

Boil all the ingredients together.
Simmer for 10 minutes when boiled and then let the mixture cool.
Beat two or three eggs
Measure out two and three quarters of Self raising fliour
Mix eggs and flour into the cool mixture. Line a loaf tin with greased greaseproof paper
Pour in the mixture and place in top half of oven (gas mark 4) for one and a quarter hours
Check whether the cake is ready by inserting a fine (knitting ?) needle! if mixture still a bit wet or sticky, give it a bit more time.

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CITRUS SPONGE CAKE
(An infallible recipe from Silverspoon Caster Sugar, enjoyed and shared by all in Gumley House!)
Serves: 6-8

175g (6ozs) self-raising flour
5ml (1 level tsp) baking powder
175g (6ozs) Silver Spoon Caster Sugar
175g (6ozs) soft margarine
3 eggs, large
1 lemon
60ml (4 level tbsp) lemon curd
125g (4 ozs) cream cheese
Silver Spoon Castor Sugar to dredge

Method

1. Grease and base-line two 18cm (7 in) sandwich tins.
2. Sieve the flour and baking powder into a large bowl. Add the caster sugar, margarine, eggs, grated lemon rind and 15ml (1 tbsp) lemon juice. Beat using an electric hand whisk until thoroughly combined.
3. Divide the mixture between the two tins and level the surface with a knife. Bake in a pre-heated oven at 170C (325F) mark 3 for 35-40 minutes or until the cakes are well risen, firm to the touch and beginning to shrink away from the sides of the tins.
4. Cool slightly in the tins before turning out on to a wire rack to cool completely.
5. Beat together the lemon curd and cream cheese and use to sandwich the cakes together. Dredge the top of the cake with castor sugar.

Grease an 8 in/ 20.5 cm square tin.  Preheat the oven to 180C/350F/gas mark 4.  Put the butter, sugar and syrup in a pan, heat until butter is melted. Add all the other ingredients, mix well. Tip into the greased tin, cook for 20 minutes until golden. Mark into squares and cool in the tin. Cut and store in an airtight container.

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NUTTY FRUITY SLICE  (Gloria Calabrese fcJ)

These bars go down very well with the community. They not only taste great but they also provide us with a little iron (apricots), calcium and protein (brazil nuts) and fibre (oats). And they’re great for helping keep us away from those tempting cakes and chocolate bars!

Makes: 15
Preparation time: 15 minutes

Cooking time: 20 minutes

100g/ 3 ½ oz butter
50g/ 2 oz golden caster sugar
125g/ 4 oz golden syrup
250/ 9 oz jumbo rolled oats
25 g/1 oz sunflower seeds
50g/ 2 oz brazil nuts, chopped and toasted
40g/ 1 ½ oz chopped dried apricots, roughly chopped
25 g/ 1 oz raisins
1 tbsp sesame seeds, toasted Grease an 8 in/ 20.5 cm square tin.  

Preheat the oven to 180C/350F/gas mark 4.  Put the butter, sugar and syrup in a pan, heat until butter is melted. Add all the other ingredients, mix well. Tip into the greased tin, cook for 20 minutes until golden. Mark into squares and cool in the tin. Cut and store in an airtight container.

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CHINESE MEAT BALLS    (Patricia McKeown, fcJ)

1½ lbs minced meat
4 ozs white breadcrumbs
2 eggs
A few carrots, leaks and celery
8ozs mushrooms
A little oil or lard Sauce:
2 tsp cornflour
2 tsp marmite, bovril or 2 meat flavoured cubes
4 ozs sugar (level)
2 dsp tomato ketchup
2 tblsp vinegar

Place mince, crumbs, salt and pepper (to tast) and a little grated onion in a bowl. Add the beaten eggs and mix well. Turn onto a floured board and cut into about 30 pieces. Roll into balls. Toss in hot fat. Chop onion and celery and leaks and carrots into strips. Place in a pan with a little hot oil. Mix around until faintly coloured.

Sauce: Place cornflour, sugar, ketchup and vinegar in a bowl and mix. Add about ½ pint of water and mix. Put the meat balls in with the chopped mushrooms and other vegatables and simmer in the oven for 2 hours or until the vegetables are cooked.

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HONEY NUTLETS  (Patricia McKeown, fcJ)

3½ cups of plain flour
1 cup of honey
1 cup of brown sugar
1 cup of chopped nuts
1 cup of butter or margarine
2 eggs
1 tsp cinnamon (level)
1½ tsp bicarbonate of soda (level)
1 tsp salt (level)
1 tsp baking powder

Cream butter. Add honey, sugar and eggs. Beat well. Add flour and spices. Then add the nuts. Mix well. Drop spoonfuls of the mixture on a greased tray.
Oven gas 2. Watch carefully - they burn easily!

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RED CABBAGE (Margarita Byron, fcJ

1 large onion
2 cooking apples
1 medium/large head of red cabbage
3 tblsp vinegar
3 tblsp golden syrup (heaped)
1 tsp salt
juice of 1 - 2 lemons

Chop onion and cook in a little butter or margarine.
Add sliced cabbage. Then add chopped apples, vinegar, syrup, salt and lemon juice.
Cook on low heat for at least two hours. The longer the better! Add more syrup to taste.
When cooked, don't drain. Serve with the juice.
(This was my mother's German recipe.)