DR. DODIDDILY AND THE DEE DOT'S

WHICH IS BASED FOR PROTECTION INSIDE

 CANADA

Take a little look at some of the tunes I found on You Tube whilst I begin to build up a Canadian page thet you will love.

A 1914 Canadian $5 coin, minted from 1912-1914, featuring the 1868 version of the arms.

Canada is a country in North America consisting of ten provinces and three territories. Located in the northern part of the continent, it extends from the Atlantic to the Pacific and northward into the Arctic Ocean. Covering 9.98 million square kilometres in total, Canada is the world's second-largest country by total area and the fourth-largest country by land area. Its common border with the United States forms the world's longest land border.

The land that is now Canada has been inhabited for millennia by various Aboriginal peoples. Beginning in the late 15th century, British and French colonies were established on the region's Atlantic coast. As a consequence of various conflicts, the United Kingdom gained and lost North American territories until left, in the late 18th century, with what mostly comprises Canada today. Pursuant to the British North America Act, on July 1, 1867, three colonies joined to form the autonomous federal Dominion of Canada. This began an accretion of provinces and territories to the new self-governing Dominion. In 1931, Britain granted Canada near total independence with the Statute of Westminster 1931 and full sovereignty was attained when the Canada Act 1982 severed the vestiges of legal dependence on the British parliament.

As of the 2011 census, Aboriginal peoples in Canada totaled 1,400,685 people, or 4.3% of the national population, spread over 600 recognized First Nations governments or bands with distinctive cultures, languages, art, and music^.  National Aboriginal Day recognizes the cultures and contributions of Aboriginals to the history of Canada. First Nations, Inuit and Métis peoples of all backgrounds have become prominent figures and have served as role models in the Aboriginal community and help to shape the Canadian cultural identity.

More about the First People further down the site, they have a page of their own obviously, very proud people I believe.

The Maple Leaf, l'Unifolié   It was designed by George F.G. Stanley

TheNational flag, civil and state ensign

Adopted as the flag on February 15, 1965

A vertical bicolour triband of red, white, and red in the ratio 1:2:1, with a red maple leaf charged in the centre.

Gosh it looks like I have an awful lot of ground to cover here. xxx

QUEBEC

I think as Quebec has a very large number of French speakers it would be nice to put some French nursery songs on for you to sing whilst I am busy building the pages up.

Canadian "Horseshoe" Falls

One fifth of all the fresh water in the world lies in the four Upper Great Lakes-Michigan, Huron,Superior and Erie. All the outflow empties into the Niagara river and eventually cascades over the falls.
Straddling the Canadian-United States International Border and both in the Province of Ontario and the State of New York, Niagara Falls attracts some 12 Million tourists to her majestic awesome beauty each year.

Vancouver's

A la Mode Bumbleberry Pie

ANOTHER WONDERFUL RECIPE FROM CANADIAN LIVING TEST KITCHEN

Ingredients

• Pastry for 9-inch (23 cm) double-crust pie
• 1 cup (250 mL) chopped rhubarb
• 2 cups (500 mL) chopped peeled apples
• 1 cup (250 mL) blackberries
• 1 cup (250 mL) raspberries
• 3/4 cup (175 mL) granulated sugar
• 4 tsp (18 mL) all-purpose flour
• 4 tsp (18 mL) cornstarch
• 4 tsp (18 mL) butter
• 1 tbsp (15 mL) lemon juice

Preparation

On lightly floured surface, roll out half of the pastry and fit into 9-inch (23 cm) pie plate; set aside. In microwaveable measure, microwave rhubarb at High for 50 seconds or until slightly softened. (Or place in steamer and steam for 3 minutes.)

In large bowl, combine rhubarb, apples, blackberries and raspberries. Combine sugar, flour and cornstarch; toss with fruit to coat evenly. Transfer to pie shell; dot with butter and sprinkle with lemon juice.

Roll out remaining pastry; moisten rim of pastry shell and fit pastry over filling, pressing gently along rim. Trim edge and crimp; slash decorative B in centre of top.

Bake in 425°F (220°C) oven for 15 minutes; reduce heat to 350°F (180°C) and bake for 35 minutes or until pastry is golden and filling bubbly.

Let cool on rack.

WI Gifs & Animations wilsons clip art is brilliant I use it all the time.

amazon music dr do

Toronto - Ontario - Canada

This beautifully made little video was posted onto You Tube in 2012 by

Hoosier Tim's Travel Videos it is entitled

My short visit to Toronto includes the CN Tower, helicopter flight over the city and a walk around downtown. Thank you Tim. xxx Dr. Dodiddily and the Dee Dot's

From: http://timvp.com

 

Sweet Potato and Cauliflower Tagine

Serve this fragrant vegetable stew over whole wheat couscous.

By The Canadian Living Test Kitchen

Ingredients

• 2 cups (500 mL) white pearl onions
• 1 tbsp (15 mL) vegetable oil
• 3 cloves garlic, minced
• 1-1/2 tsp (7 mL) ground cumin
• 1 tsp (5 mL) paprika
• 1/2 tsp (2 mL) ground ginger
• 1/2 tsp (2 mL) salt
• 1/4 tsp (1 mL) pepper
• 1/4 tsp (1 mL) cayenne pepper
• 3 cups (750 mL) cubed peeled sweet potatoes
• 1 can (19 oz/540 mL) chickpeas, drained and rinsed
• 1-1/2 cups (375 mL) vegetable stock
• 2 cups (500 mL) cauliflower florets
• 1 cup (250 mL) frozen peas
• 2 tbsp (30 mL) minced fresh coriander

Preparation

Place pearl onions in heatproof bowl; cover with boiling water. Let stand for 5 minutes; drain and peel.

In large deep skillet or shallow Dutch oven, heat oil over medium heat; fry pearl onions, stirring occasionally, until golden, 5 minutes. Add garlic, cumin, paprika, ginger, salt, pepper and cayenne pepper; fry, stirring, for 1 minute.

Add sweet potato, chickpeas and stock; bring to boil. Reduce heat, cover and simmer for 5 minutes. Stir in cauliflower; simmer, covered, until almost tender, 20 minutes. Add peas; simmer, covered, until hot.

Sprinkle with coriander.

Kids Learning Nursery Rhymes,

Guided By UNIVERSITY PROFESSORS OF USA, UK, CANADA & INDIA

                                 Why the Robin Has a Red Breast? 

This legend comes from the Inuit people and it tells us of how the Robin got his redbreast.

It is one of many Robin legends  told throughout this huge world of ours. Most of them have the same theme and only the places and sometimes the animals in them are told differently. I hope you enjoy this one.

                  Far, far away in a land where the snow stays on the ground most if not all of the year, where the

people used to build their homes of snow which they called Igloo's. The people hunted for their food and furs to make clothes to keep them warm throughout the coldest days. Unlike ourselves today they couldn't pop down the the shops to by a warm coat or trousers, everything they had usually came from the land itself.  But the most important thing of all was Fire, not only to keep them warm and to cook their food on but also to keep away stray animals who might fancy a hunter or his son for their supper.

           The story begins with a father and son who live in this cold land and although there were many things they had to do during the day and evening the one thing that they had to do more than any other was, yep you've guessed it,  KEEP THE FIRE ALIGHT.

“Remember son never let the fire die” his father said, "always, always make sure that there is plenty of wood to keep the fire burning", and of course whenever his father went hunting he always made sure to leave a great pile of wood for his son.

          Now there was a great white bear, who didn’t like the father at all, he knew the man was a hunter and

that one day it could be him that was being hunted, but he also knew how important the fire was to the hunter and his son and he planned to put the fire out at the first opportunaty that he got and the cold would do the rest, he only had to wait for the right time when the family were sleeping.

       One day, the boys father fell ill. He wasn’t able to go hunting or to take turns with his son to keep the fire alight. The boy tried staying awake for as long as he could. Several days passed and the white bear knew that this was the time he'd been waiting for.

As hard as he tried the boy began to get weary and one night he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer and he fell asleep. It was now that the white bear saw his chance.

Carefully and quietly he approached the fire and stomped on it with his paws till the fire was gone.

“Now will see how you make your meat without fire” said angry bear and left, and without a fire it was getting cold very fast. Frost was started to gather around boy’s bed. But alas he was so tired that even coldness wasn’t bothering him. He fell into a deep, deep sleep.

         Unbeknown to the great white bear however the boy had a special friend whom he used to chat too and feed whilst his father was out hunting and it was this special friend who watched as the bear put out the fire and he knew it was up to him to try and help his friend..  The bird got there just in time, he scratched with his tiny claws among the ashes looking for a spark that would rekindle the fire.

“Ah, here it is” said the bird excitedly and started fanning the sparks with his wings as quickly as he could to bring the fire to life again.

The bird flapped so much that the fire began to spread from one stick to another. So hard was he flapping that he didn't notice that the fire was scorching the feathers on his chest.More and more sticks caught alight and the bird his work done flew away into the trees, hurting from the burns to his chest he sat their patiently waiting for the boy to awake.

He didn' have to wait long for the boy awoke and noticing that the fire was burning down piled on sticks and soon the fire was burning fiercely, not only that but his he saw his father stirring in his bed and quickly put on the kettle so that he could make him a cup of tea and even a piece of toast covered in dripping, that should soon make his dad better.

In the distance the white bear noticed what the boy was doing and was cursing the little bird that helped him. He decided to pack his case and move to a different part of the land.

      The hunter got better, his young son was happy that his dad  was better and that was it, the end of the story......  but is it? No I don't think so. What about the little brown bird who when he flew down to the snow house surprised the boy by showing him his red breast. Through time he begas to get called redbreast, someone added the name Robin and from that day he is always refered to as Robin of the Red Breast or to you and me ~ Robin Redbreast.

Fun for all the children of the world with Dr. Dodiddily and the Dee Dot's

 A little bit about myself and my Sisters

Kath, (far left) Sylvia, blonde (middle) Dorothy (me far right) Amy (Toni, in front)

     Dr. Dodiddily is one of four sisters. First there is my sister Sylvia, she is the eldest and the smallest. Then there is my sister Toni(Amy) she is two years younger than Sylvia, Toni lives in Kent. The next one born in 1944 was Dorothy, yes my lovelies this is my real name. I am three years younger than Toni. One more to come and that is my sister Kathleen, she is the baby of the family and she is  four years younger then myself. 

     We couldn never hand our cloths down to each other, we were all very different sizes, and anyone coming after me wouldn't have been able to wear anything I was such a tom-boy and thing were worn out long before Kath could have them.

     This is a very old picture of the four of us taken in Coed Poeth in North Wales, way back in 1952/3.                Gosh I am an Ancient Dragon, aren't I ! xxx.       

This is myself and my sisters in 1979 just 26 years later, we are with our mother who like myself was called Dorothy. We are from left to right  Sylvia, Toni, My Mum, Dorothy (me) Kathleen.

Jayden, Noah Rhys, Brodie Leigh with Diddily in the background you can just see my grey hair.

Summer 2014 in the back garden at my home in Pontybodkin another 35 years later.

Around the World in Riddles

Baa-baa, black wool,                                   If the butterfly courted the bee

  Have you any sheep?                               And the owl the porcupine;

Yes, sir, a pack full,                                       If churches were built in the sea,

  Creep, mouse creep!                                 And three times one was nine;

Four and twenty little maids                      If the pony rode his master,
  Hanging out the pie,                                  If the buttercups ate the cows,
Out jumped the honey-pot,                        If the cat had the dire disaster
   Guy Fawkes, Guy!                                     To be worried sir, by a mouse;

Cross Latch Cross Latch,                         If mamma sir, sold, the baby
   Sit and spin the fire,                                 To a gypsy for half a crown;
When the pie was opened,                       If a gentleman, sir, was a lady,
  The bird was on the brier?                    The world would be Upside-Down!

Out jumped the honey-pot,                          If any of all these wonders
  Guy Fawkes, Guy!                                         Should ever come about
Cross Latch Cross Latch,                             I should not consider them blunders,

  Sit and spin the fire,                                      For I should be Inside-Out!

This little story was told to me many many times, many years ago by my mother,

she liked it because  we, my three sisters and I, are her four little girls, or we were then. I tried to remember as much of it as I can, but I have found out since that it was written by Stella Mead. I haven't been able to find anything at all about Ms Mead but I do know her books are all in reprint on Amazon. She is not mentioned anywhere in the Wiki pages or Project Gutenburg which is very strange. Still I hope you like my interpretation of this story from many years ago. Diddily. xxx  

We've lost Noah Rhys but gained Abbey one of our dogs, and more of my grey hair  ;)

Once upon a time there was a very poor lady who lived on her own apart from her four little girls. Girls I may add that needed bread to eat, as well as frocks, hats, shoes and socks to wear.

Times were hard and every spring their mother bought some wool and wove it into cloth to make the eldest child a new frock. The oldest girls frock was than passed down to the second child, the second to the third and the third girls frock to the youngest girl.

 Which of course meant that the littlest girl not only had her sisters frock which was at least three years old and so full of darns and patches, that you couldn't tell what the frock originally looked like.

One day the four little girls went to the woods to play, they had a lovely time but as it was getting dark they decided it was time to start for home. The last little girl however stayed alone among the trees to pick flowers for her mother.

When she realised that her sisters had already gone she started along the path home.  As it started to get darker so she began to run quicker but as she ran her little frock was caught on a briar thorn and was torn from neck to hem. The last little girl began to cry, what was she to do, she knew she wouldn't get another frock till next spring.

While she sobbed she didn't notice that a little white lamb can walked up to her.

"What ever is the matter little girl, why do you cry so?"

The little girl lifted her head, "Look, I have torn my frock and I won't be able to have another one till next spring!"

"Don't you cry now little girl, here you are, I will give you some wool to make a new dress." And the white lamb gave her some of his soft white wool.

Thanking the white lamb, the last little girl went on her way home, and by and by she came upon a wild rose bush.

"What have you there?" asked the wild rose bush;"The white lamb has given me some of her wool so I may make a new frock," The little girl replied, showing the wool to the bush.

"Let me have it," said the wild rose bush; "I will comb it for you?"

The last little girl gave the bush the wool and in next to no time she had combed it through, till it was all ready for spinning.

Once again the last little girl thanked the rose bush very much and continued along the path until she came to the old oak tree. There she spied a spider sitting by a silver web.

"What have you got there?" the spider called to the last little girl. 

The little girl held out the combed wool towards the spider, explaining how she arrived at the tree. Without another word the spider took the wool from the last little girl and began to spin the wool into yarn. It took him rather a long time to finish it all but he didn't stop until he had done so. Handing it back to the last little girl, he smiled a silky smile and let the little girl carry on with her journey.

She was interrupted by the sound of a little bird singing and there on the branch was  little Jenny Wren. "Hello," she said, "And what have you got there?" The last little girl told her all about the lamb and the rose, then the spider, and her need for a new frock.

"Goodness me," answered the Jenny wren, "I guess I can make it into cloth for you. After all I can weave moss into a nest so it can't be any more difficult to weave your thread." and with that she took the thread and began to weave it into a nice piece of material, just the size I think for a nice new dress.

The last little girl was so happy, she thanked Jenny Wren and skipped down the path till she came to the stream, she was just about to hop across when she saw a crab sitting on the bank. Being so excited she couldn't wait to tell the crab all about her adventure. "Well let's not end it there," he laughed taking the material out of her hand and without more ado he cut out a wonderful frock pattern for the last little girl, all it needed now was sewing together and she would have a new frock.

Without forgetting to thank the crab, the last little girl went a little further along the path. A small Tom-Tit was swinging on the branch of a tree, "Hello Little Girl" he said with a tweet, tweet. "It's a bit late in the day for you to be out, but what is that you have in your hand?"quickly the last little girl told him about her great adventure since leaving the glade.

"Oh gosh, well we can't let you go home without a dress on so give the pieces to me and I will have them sewn up in a jiffy." And he took the pieces and with a long thread he held in his beak, he drew the thread in and out of the cloth till all the pieces were sewn together, and the little frock was finished.

The Last Little Girl was so happy, she put on her new frock and sang all the way home...

    And this is the song that she sang, do you think you can sing it with her?

"The Lamb and the Bush, they both did their best.

The Spider, and the Crab, and the Birds did the rest."

"They made me a frock, because mine was torn,

A sweet little frock that no one has worn!"

"Oh, each was so clever, and all worked so fast,

I'll thank them for ever my frock's not the last!"

                                     A sweet little gown that no one has worn!"