A Cornish Tale about Our L\u2019il Village by Sal Tregenna.<\/p>\n
Well, me deers, I\u2019m sorry I missed \u2018ritin\u2019 to\u2019ee las\u2019 weak but th\u2019 twerth o\u2019t iz, I bin ridin\u2019 roun\u2019 agane! Not up to horspittle theze time, thank gudeness, but up to Tresmeer, \u2018long wi\u2019 Cuzzen Liza. Ever zince \u2018er wuz down \u2018long o\u2019 me las\u2019 yur, \u2018er bin on to me \u2018bout cumin up roun\u2019 an\u2019 I thort I\u2019d take \u2018er to \u2018er wurd an\u2019 go up vur a vew daays. Nurse wuz gain off vur a vortnights hollerday, an\u2019 Vather zed I\u2019d bedder go th\u2019 zame time an\u2019 laive\u2019n in paice an\u2019 quatteness! Mary Ann zed \u2018er\u2019d cook up a mite vur\u2019n, an\u2019 zee that \u2018e dedden starve, zo I made up me mind to take th\u2019 bull be th\u2019 \u2018orns, an\u2019 go. But I wadden gain git away zo aizey, arter all. Tony screeched like a blessed witneck when \u2018e vound out wot wuz on, an\u2019 \u2018e zes to me, \u201cIf you\u2019m gain up to \u2018Smeer to stay, Gran, I\u2019m gain, too. You zed you\u2019d take me vur more pick-nicks, an\u2019 you heb\u2019n den it. I\u2019m gain wi\u2019 you, Gran!\u201d \u201cBut you can\u2019t go away like that an\u2019 laive li\u2019l Joan be \u2018erzel\u2019,\u201d zes \u2018is Ma. \u201cI axed \u2018er to cum yur to stop wi\u2019 ee\u2019 vur company.\u201d Joan is Mary Ann\u2019s cuzzen\u2019s li\u2019l cheel, vrom up to Plymouth, an\u2019 \u2018er\u2019d a\u2019got \u2018er down purpose vur company vur Tony droo th\u2019 hollerdays. \u201cWell, if Tony goes wi\u2019 Gran,\u201d zes Joan, \u201cI\u2019ll go, too, an\u2019 us\u2019ll all be company together.\u201d \u201cMy deer days!\u201d zes I, \u201cI dunno wot cuzzen\u2019ll zay to that, I\u2019m sure!\u201d But Cuzzen was delited, ez it terned out, an\u2019 off waint th\u2019 dree o\u2019 us in th\u2019 motor one Munday aivmen, wi\u2019 two gurt porkmangles vull o\u2019 clain cloas, an\u2019 th\u2019 cheldren vull o\u2019 eggzitemint. Net that I wuz mutch bedder mezel\u2019, vur I \u2018ad\u2019n bin up roun\u2019 there zince I wuz a cheel, an\u2019 twuz like gain \u2018ome to me. Coarse, I\u2019ve tould Tony purty menny tales \u2018bout th\u2019 gran\u2019 things that \u2018appened \u201cwhen Gran wuz a li\u2019l mite o\u2019 a maid,\u201d an\u2019 \u2018e wuz jist ez eagur ez I wuz to zee all th\u2019 deer ole plaaces again, \u201cSmeer Stashun whare I wuz born to, an\u2019 th\u2019 skule up to Dree \u2018Ammers whare I sterted skule, an\u2019 th\u2019 li\u2019l shop rite opperzite whare I used to go vur a ha\u2019perd o\u2019 sweets!
\nOLE KING COLE!
\nTh\u2019 vust mornin\u2019 us wuz there Tony an\u2019 Joan wanted to go pickin\u2019 blackberries, so us tooked a jug an\u2019 waint away up droo th\u2019 vield behind Cuzzen\u2019s houze. When us got up th\u2019 top they looked out auver th\u2019 haidge an\u2019 zeed a binder out there in a cornvield, zo out they goes like two cats. I \u2018ad\u2019n got no opshun but to volley \u2018em, an\u2019 a purty tussle I \u2018ad to clem thikky haidge. Us \u2018ad\u2019n bin there more\u2019n vive minnits avore \u2018long cums a man laiden\u2019 two hosses, an\u2019 Tony vorgot all \u2018bout th\u2019 blackberries then. All \u2018e wanted wuz to zee th\u2019 masheen go! \u2018E made vriends wi\u2019 th\u2019 Varmer in no time, an\u2019 when \u2018e axed\u2019n wot \u2018e wuz caaled, \u2018e zed, \u201cHev\u2019ee ever yurd tel o\u2019 Ole King Cole, zenny?\u201d \u201cIss,\u201d zes Tony, \u201cbe you he?\u201d An\u2019 then \u2018e cums tarin\u2019 vore to me like a mazed thing to tell me \u2018e\u2019d vound Ole King Cole! Us bide there all thikky mornin\u2019 in th\u2019 corn-vield, an\u2019 nex\u2019 mornin\u2019 us waint out agane to zee th\u2019 binder wi\u2019n, one to a time, th\u2019 las\u2019 two roun\u2019s!
\nMOOCHIN\u2019 ROUN\u2019.
\nNex\u2019 day us waint out moochin\u2019 roun\u2019 down to Splatt, an\u2019 vore roun\u2019 th\u2019 Stashun, an\u2019 us aunly got \u2018ome in time vur denner. In th\u2019 arternune us all waint up to Overton Villa to tay, an\u2019 a gran\u2019 time us ded hev, to be sure. Th\u2019 cheldern wuz terrable tooked up wi\u2019 th\u2019 li\u2019l black dog, an\u2019 all th\u2019 trecks Miss Symons made\u2019n do. Ever zince then Tony bin axin\u2019 vur a dog that can salute, an\u2019 zay \u2018is prayers! Twuz a terrable \u2018ot day thikky day an\u2019 when us zot-up to table Cuzzen terned up \u2018er sleeves! \u00a0\u2018Er looked nashun wurkish, an\u2019 me an\u2019 Missus Symons laffed to zee \u2018er. \u201cYou look like you main bizzens!\u201d zes I, \u201cAn\u2019 if I tackles all th\u2019 gude trade \u2018pon th\u2019 table.\u201d Zes she, \u201cI shall hev a brave job, shent I?\u201d
\nDOWN ON THE VARM.
\nFriday us waint down to \u2018Smeer Town to spaind th\u2019 day wi\u2019 zum more cuzzens, an\u2019 us \u2018ad th\u2019 time o\u2019 our lives. I wuz abel to tern th\u2019 cheldern looze down there, an\u2019 zet down an\u2019 hev a gude ole yarn wi\u2019 Missus Walters \u2018bout ole time. There wuz two cheldren there th\u2019 zame zize ez my pair, zo you can vancy they \u2018ad \u2018igh jinks ranzackin\u2019 th\u2019 plaace! They ainded up be gain of wi\u2019 Granfer down to ma\u2019sh to vetch rishes! Proper kert-load o\u2019 mischief twuz you! Freddie an\u2019 Tony, an Joan an\u2019 Elsie in the kert, an\u2019 Granfer up in vrent! Zaterday us waint off down to \u2018Glith Varm, to zee more relashuns. Master Phillips and Missus and young Ken cum arter us in th\u2019 moter, an\u2019 us waint off in gran\u2019 style. Th\u2019 cheldern \u2018ad a gran\u2019 time there too, an\u2019 zo ded I.
\nZunday us bide in, an\u2019 rested, to catch our wind vur th\u2019 zecond week! Munday mornin\u2019 th\u2019 cheldern wanted to go down to \u2018Smeer Town agane, zo arter denner I waint off once more wi\u2019 \u2018em an\u2019 \u2018ad anether arternune down on tr\u2019 varm. Th\u2019 cheldern liked it, an\u2019 zoded I! You can\u2019t bai varm-houze vare, me deers, an\u2019 I\u2019ve ait ait more junket an\u2019 craim lately than I hev vur yurs! Tuesday us waint to Badgall to zee more relashuns! Maister Statton vetched us thikky day, an\u2019 brot us \u2018ome, too, arter a gude ole day vore there. Tony wuz delited wi\u2019 th\u2019 gurt open chembleys up thikky way, an\u2019 th\u2019 billyses! Everywhare us waint \u2018e \u2018ad a gude ole round at blawin\u2019 th\u2019 vire an\u2019 cuverin\u2019 th\u2019 place wi\u2019 ashes! \u2018E vairly injoyed \u2018izzel\u2019 thikky day vore there, an\u2019 \u2018e ainded up wi\u2019 bringin\u2019 in an\u2019 ole zosspan an\u2019 puttin\u2019 o\u2019n in \u2018mongst th\u2019 ashes in th\u2019 chembley, an\u2019 blawin\u2019 like mad. An\u2019 when us axed wot \u2018e wuz \u2018bout \u2018e zed \u2018e wuz makin\u2019 stew vur Christine an\u2019 Joan.
\nOUT TO TRUSSELL.
\nWednesday Miss Parsons cum wi\u2019 \u2018er car an\u2019 tooked us all out to Trussell vur th\u2019 day. An\u2019 wot a day us ded hev to be sure! I declare Tony \u2018il never vurgit it! Wot tales \u2018e hev told \u2018is Ma zince \u2018e cum back, \u2018bout ridin\u2019 in th\u2019 kert wi\u2019 Richard, an\u2019 \u2018ow \u201cUncle Dennis\u201d sterted th\u2019 gurt hengine vur\u2019n, an\u2019 tooked\u2019n vur a ride \u2018pon \u2018is moter-bike, an\u2019 catched a baby piggy vur\u2019n to smooth down! \u201cAn\u2019 there wuz a deer old pussy wi\u2019 aunly one\u2019heye, Ma.\u201d E\u2019 zed, \u201can\u2019 a deer li\u2019l white pussy wi\u2019 a bad laig, an\u2019 I \u2018one \u2018e\u2019s beder be this time, doant you?\u201d In th\u2019 aivmen us zed gudbye to Trussell, an\u2019 Maister an\u2019 Miss Eveline, an\u2019 Missus an\u2019 Miss Marian tooked us \u2018ome in th\u2019 motor agane, an\u2019 us stopt \u2018pon th\u2019 way vur a chat wi\u2019 Missus Amos out to Hillside House. Thersday us \u2018ad a rail ole vashuned outin\u2019 in th\u2019 hoss an\u2019 kert. There wuz Tony and Freddy an\u2019 Elsie an\u2019 Joan, an\u2019 me an\u2019 young Missus Walters. Nuff to vrighten enny hoss, wadden it? But Doxy wadden wurned, net even when Tony would draive! I ded injoy thikky trip, joggin\u2019 along veuin\u2019 th\u2019 country an\u2019 us \u2018ad a rail gude day down to Glith Varm. In th\u2019 arternune us all waint down droo th\u2019 vields bezide th\u2019 river, to Redvord Mill, an\u2019 I shawed Tony th\u2019 li\u2019l wood whare I used to play when I wuz a cheel, an\u2019 th\u2019 bridge whare I slipped an\u2019 vaaled in th\u2019 river! Aw, twuz gran\u2019 gain roun\u2019 th\u2019 deer ole vamilyar plaaces, an\u2019 zeein\u2019 th\u2019 deer ole vaaces, too. Zay wot you mine to, me deers, th\u2019 plaace whare you spained yer cheeld-\u2018oods days iz allus \u201cHome\u201d to ee, Tony \u2018ad one terrable misvorchin thikky day! \u2018E waint out roun\u2019 th\u2019 bee\u2019ives, an\u2019 sterted \u2018is hinvestigashuns, an\u2019 \u2018e vound th\u2019 bees dedden like strangurs. I wuz bizzy aitin\u2019 roast duck, an\u2019 I yurd th\u2019 boy scritchin murder! \u2018E cum vlyin\u2019 in wi\u2019 a skore o\u2019 bees arter\u2019n! Pore cheel \u2018ad zeveral stings \u2018too avore. I could nick \u2018em off. They wuz in th\u2019 \u2018air o\u2019n an\u2019 in \u2018is vurs, an\u2019 crawlin\u2019 \u2018bout \u2018is cloas an\u2019 all. But ha\u2019f a \u2018nour arter twuz all vorgot. Us rode away \u2018ome agane in th\u2019 cool o\u2019 th\u2019 aivmen, an\u2019 vound Cuzzen cumin away up th\u2019 road mit us. Vriday us all waint down to Stashun to take tay wi\u2019 Missus Frayn an\u2019 Miss Adah. Th\u2019 cheldern wuz delited wi\u2019 thikky outin\u2019 too, cuz they could zee th\u2019 trains in an\u2019 out o\u2019 th\u2019 stachun. Tony bey tould \u2018is Ma all \u2018bout Miss Adah\u2019s iilies made in li\u2019l purty glasses, an\u2019 ordered \u2018er to do th\u2019 zame! Zaturday us cum \u2018ome arter th\u2019 best hollerday Iv\u2019e \u2018ad in me life, an\u2019 I\u2019m sure me an\u2019 th\u2019 cheldern \u2018ll never vorgit it. Everybody wuz kindness itzel\u2019 to us, an\u2019 wot vaists us ded hev, to be sure! Roast checken, \u2018ome-cured \u2018am, roast duck, an\u2019 every other gude thing! I reckon us shall be cummin\u2019 up roun\u2019 agane anether yur, if all\u2019s well! Tony\u2019s jist cum in, an\u2019 axed wot I\u2019m \u2018ritin\u2019 \u2018bout, an\u2019 \u2018e zes, \u201cGran,\u201d zes \u2018e, \u201cdoant vurgit to zend our love to \u2018em all up there, to Freddy an\u2019 Elsie, an\u2019 Kenny an\u2019 Christine an\u2019 all th\u2019 Uncles an\u2019 Aunties, an\u2019 to Lloyd Goodman an\u2019 to Ole King Cole, an\u2019 Herbert, an\u2019 Cuzzen Liza, an\u2019 the puppie dog, an\u2019 all the piggies an\u2019 tibbey-sheeps, an\u2019 boo-cows, an\u2019 gee-gees, an\u2019 pussy-cats an\u2019-an\u2019\u201d \u201cAn Uncle Fred\u2019s bees!\u201d zes I \u201cNo, not to they varmints!\u201d zes \u2018e. \u201cBut zend it to everybody but they! An\u2019 tell \u2018Uncle Dennis\u2019 I\u2019m gain bring me nightshirt next yur when I go to zee \u2018e, an\u2019 I\u2019m gain learn to be a henginedraiver an\u2019 wurke thikky gurt hengine.\u201d Well, I don\u2019t think I can add mutch to wot Tony hev zed, \u2018ceps that I would like to thank everybody vur all they den to make our hollerday zitch a \u2018appy one. To they that looks vore to there ole ledders o\u2019 mine, an\u2019 injoys \u2018em. I\u2019d like to zay that it den me gude to knaw that they cheers \u2018em up, an\u2019 it makes \u2018ritin\u2019 o\u2019 \u2018em wo\u2019th while.<\/p>\n
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A Cornish Tale about Our L\u2019il Village by Sal Tregenna. Well, me deers, I\u2019m sorry I missed \u2018ritin\u2019 to\u2019ee las\u2019 weak but th\u2019 twerth o\u2019t iz, I bin ridin\u2019 roun\u2019 agane! Not up to horspittle theze time, thank gudeness, but up to Tresmeer, \u2018long wi\u2019 Cuzzen Liza. Ever zince \u2018er wuz down \u2018long o\u2019 me […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":1020,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1063","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/launcestonthen.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1063","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/launcestonthen.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/launcestonthen.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/launcestonthen.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/launcestonthen.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1063"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/launcestonthen.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1063\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1065,"href":"https:\/\/launcestonthen.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1063\/revisions\/1065"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/launcestonthen.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1020"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/launcestonthen.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1063"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}