Now me and my mother, there’s a song or two or three that we’d sing alto to before my voice changed. But that was all alto we had, we didn’t have any other alto. Do you know the Scoggins twins? Jerry: The name is familiar, I can’t place them at all....
into pieces for his wife and each child in descending order, hailing their abundance as a merciful gift from the mother, whom they hope will shield them from harm from cradle to grave. While singing ‘The Paean of Mary Mother,’ known as raising the ‘Iolach Mhoire Mhathàir,’ the fami...
This garden stacks functions beautifully: the corn serves the function of both food and a pole for the beans to climb on. The beans serve the function of fixing nitrogen to replenish the nutrients that corn, a notorious heavy feeder, draws from the soil. Squash spreads between them, serving ...
I am a Lisa, yesterday an I happy Sunday, my father and mother have gone to work, their very good fortune pain, because I do not attend class.Therefore I help them in the home to prepare food.They all reach an agreement eat, my unusual happiness.[translate] ...
An elaborate song, Or a strain to Gododdin, Before the dawn of the brightest day. XLVI The chief exploit of the North did the hero accomplish; Of a generous breast was he, liberal is his progeny; There does not walk upon the earth, mother has not borne. ...
Transitioning through the Cloud Forest, we float down the Alto Madre de Dios — High Mother of God — deep into the jungle to the pristine, wild surroundings of the Manu Biosphere Reserve. There we come to engage with Huachipaeri-Matsigenka ceremonial teachings and medicine ways of the jungle...
·The nication purporting to come from a· spirit hand are ·the lower forms of Nature;···the deep grief of the mother seenied to rouse once· en1inent' in the earth'-life, suggesting bru~es of. the field; on the other the angels the young man from his own intense suffer- ...
Long time have you suffered the death of father and mother, of sons, daughters, brothers, and sisters. And whilst you were thus suffering, you have, verily, shed more tears upon this long way than there is water in the four oceans. Which do you think is the more: the streams of bloo...
1. We know the father of the arrow, Parg-anya, who furnishes bountiful fluid, and well do we know his mother, Prithivi (earth), the multiform! 2. O bowstring, turn aside from us, turn my body into stone! Do thou firmly hold very far away the hostile powers and the haters! 3. Wh...