Description

By Rosaleen O’Brien

ISBN: 978-1-84747-585-5
Published: 2008
Pages: 52
Key Themes: poetry, legal system, society, religion, tradition

Description

Old Old England is a masterpiece that could only have been written about by our award winning
author Doctor Rosaleen O’Brien. The amazing world views of a legal system, social and religious zeal that was portrayed in those far off days can be yearned for today.

One can make a comparison with Old England and how social crime was dealt with in such a public way, like etching names of offenders on a tree where it stayed as a constant reminder of
the application of discipline and the consequences of breach of same.

Confessing one’s sins in public was another way of dealing with irregularities and was something one would be inclined to indulge in too frequently. Our Great Stonehenge is described and written about bringing to mind the coolness of stone and it could be reasonable to suppose that healing was brought about by application of same or by chanting or sitting around that ‘temple’.

This book is steeped in history, and written in verse to make it attractive to the ear and enabling younger readers to possibly apply thought and prove to be awe inspiring. Colour schemes employed by the Romans is so interesting as they thought very carefully when power needed to be shown by application of colours like red, and delicate colours like lilac for intimate family detail.

Interesting to note that fonts for Baptism were never placed near a door, is this not thought provoking? Read on and discover the amazing leaf of history that lies behind Old, Old England.

It is like holding a little piece of England in the palm of our hand.
This must be the most entertaining book which has been written for some time and the author has captured every sensation and soaked it up in an atmosphere that is just ready for you the reader to absorb….

About the Author

I have been in receipt of trauma counselling since 1999 on a daily basis,at times speaking till the early hours of the morning.Support from my trauma Counsellor helps me to come to terms with accepting that what has happened to me cannot now be changed. I cannot ever forgive those who had a vicarious liability to look after me and failed. As a result of being locked away for some years all because we were poor has brought certain limitations to my day to day life. Writing is a form of therapy and allows me to be free to be the person that I want to be, and should have been my birthright. Through writing I can reach out to others who may have had such an unfortunate experience as myself . Daily flashbacks can be upsetting and I fill my life with things to do so as to block them out. Day to day life can be exhausting and coping mechanisms that I learnt in order to survive have not helped me in the outside world. God help all fellow survivors and perhaps one day Ireland will accept the terrible price we paid. Shame on all you right thinking residents in Ireland to allow the government and Catholic Church to ignore harm done to me and many others who are either dead or too ill to tell their story. Thanks to Chipmunkapublishing I have been able to confront my demons and a Big Thank you to Reatha my trauma counsellor without her I would not be here today writing about my stolen life.

Book Extract

Old England at night lay still
While the shepherd fell fast asleep
It was not as though man did not live here
Hidden deftly in the valleys were hovels and sheds
Causing some to feel lost in the wilderness
And to all the world seem dead
On each bank of the Avon
As we look towards Stonehenge
Little clusters of parishes appear from nowhere
As if bent on seeking revenge
As one stands and takes it all in
Little churches appear out of the Blue
They were not just visited by pilgrims
They were built for people like me and you
We are told that the famous magician called Merlin
Brought those stones over from Ireland
One has to ask the question
Could these tales appear to be true?
I will not attempt to explain further
I will leave that decision to you
The positions of the stones at Stonehenge
Tell us a historical tale

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