On August 6th of this week will be the 75th anniversary of the bombing of Hiroshima, Nagasaki was bombed three days later. They mentioned it on the religious programme this morning. CND are commemorating by calling it Cranes For Peace.
This is in homage to a little girl called Sadako Sasiki who experienced the atomic bombing at the age of two. When she was twelve she developed leukaemia, and whilst she was in hospital she made about a thousand paper cranes in the hope she would regain health. She died but her fate is remembered in the act of making a little origami crane.
The photo that comes to mind is of course the little girl with no clothes on fleeing down an empty road. Any instrument of war is terrible, remember Princess Diane and landmines. There was a campaign to ban them and in 1997 it came through but there are still thousands buried just under the surface waiting to kill still.
We still have not got rid of nuclear weapons, I doubt we ever will, they brood silent killers all over the world ready for the nervous finger to accidentally fire them.
Paul wore his CND badge with great pride, he went on the marches and even got thrown into prison but only for a couple of days. Today we hardly hear about CND or the dangers of nuclear weapons but they are there in the hands of dangerous leaders. And if you have lived through the fear of the 'Cold War', we are probably walking towards one at the moment as America and China play games of spite.
The world is changing a new economic reform will get under way, chlorinated chicken is just a drop in the ocean.
And now having been a voice of doom and gloom, photos of flowers, tra-la-la, Yesterday I filmed (lost it) the butterflies on the large buddleia, lots of white ones my mind dismiss these poor creatures as cabbage nibblers but they have rights to exist. There were a few brown ones and I was pleased to see both. Having listened to farming programmes this week on how we will all be better off if we allow GM crops into the British Isles, I begin to despair for all the insects that are on the road to extinction.
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| A dense packed raceme of tiny four petalled flowers |
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| White buddleia. Somehow absentmindedly I have planted a lot of white amongst the roses. |
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| White cosmos, there is a virginal purity about this flower |
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| Fennel a favourite plant with its light feathery air. Already showing the colours of Autumn |
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| Bountiful blackberries |
Every nuclear power in the world is headed by irrational and/or unstable governments right now.
ReplyDeleteWe never learn any thing, fear drives it of course.
DeleteMy first husband would not have survived had it not been for the first Atomic Bomb but he always said his life was not worth the terrible event - and the second one three days later was totally unjustifiable. There is so much in the world that just does not bear thinking about so it was good to end your post with that beautiful Cosmos.
ReplyDeleteI think it is something to do with getting older, the flowers and the natural world get more beautiful but the problems that press against the human race get worse.
DeleteFrom bombs to flowers - how do we cope? I noticed in my newspaper today an article about starving babies in Africa with a picture that broke my heart. But then, in another section a brightly colored magazine of fancy million dollar homes for sale. I just wonder about this - how some have nothing and others have so much.
ReplyDeleteThe first thought, from 'bombs to flowers' reminds me of the flowers offered in peaceful protests to the police and soldiers that restrain the protesters. There is no answer to starving babies in Africa and elsewhere, except that we still provide food. Taking the money of the rich will be more difficult!
DeleteI love cosmos. Sweet little flowers, like pansies.
ReplyDeleteI grew them from seed Joanne, as we were all furloughed at home I used up old packets of seed.
DeleteYou reminded me of my own CND badge. I wore it on my lapel for years. Now where the hell did it go to? You are right that the threat never went away. It's still there. The girl fleeing down the empty road was just outside Trảng Bàng in South Vietnam in the summer of 1972. She is 57 years old now and lives in Canada.
ReplyDeleteIt is in a drawer somewhere no doubt. We forget things, as we forget the dangers that hang over our heads. Thank you for the information about the little girl, I am glad she made it from her war.
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