Typewriter ribbon: Writer’s Quote Wednesday

 

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My earliest memory of typewriters goes way back to before I can remember! Dad had one. Until my teens he was the only man I knew who did possess one at home. It was mainly men back then.

He set up his desk in the living room and each evening he typed. During the day he worked in a bank but at home he was a writer. Which I thought very exotic and exciting, if a trifle inconvenient when I wanted his attention. For help with homework we booked a time and then he was all ours:)

He tried his hand at novel writing but it wasn’t to be, what he made extra money, and his reputation, on were articles. Articles on banking, law and good English. He wrote for in-house journals and for The Plain English Society. He also had a stint in the 60s and 70s at writing for The Times about the industrial film industry. When he was established he produced two law books which needed updating every few years.

After age had crept up on him, and he suffered some TIAs, he found the burden of typing hard on his hands and, as I had treated myself to one of the early home computers, I taught him as I learnt, he took to it like a whole pond full of ducks.

Cut and Paste was the miracle of his declining days. He delivered his last updated copy of his books the day before he suffered the stroke which killed him two weeks later. The keyboard had been his friend for ever.

The typewriter ribbons were kept and used in the garden all through my lifetime. To mark out new lawns, to scare birds away from seeds and fruit.

The black and red tape fluttering all around, the muttered curses when he struggled to change them, the clack of keys in the evening, all punctuated my childhood. His pleasure in the computer keyboard which kept him writing my delight.

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This quote is part of Silver Threading’s  Writer’s Quote series. Writer’s who have helped inspire my writing.

To write one must engage with the world around. Imagination is not the everything, imagination needs feeding with experience and observation. Life is what feeds writers.

why no ‘cides’ for cousins?

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I have been watching Game of Thrones on DVDs this year – intermittently as I have been borrowing them from the village library. Having read and enjoyed the books I thought I would indulge in the visual. I shall have a long wait now as we only have up to series four, contain myself in patience, although there are so many spoilers on line I have quite a good grasp of what series five will offer, they whet the appetite:)

Anyway towards the end of series four there is a conversation about ‘cide’ words. How there is no word for cousin killing. That intrigued me and I remembered I had a list somewhere of ‘cide’ words. Took a little bit of finding the list as it is in a book that I constantly misplace. Mainly because I dip into for fun often but always in different places so it never seems to make it’s way back to the bookcase

There is no ‘cide’ word for cousin killing!!

Not, anyway, in this list of 197 cide words. One would think that considering the history of mankind, and especially of those in power there would be one. British History I know is littered with cousin killings and I would imagine every nation could point to an equal bloody history.

Were cousins not considered a different part of the family ?

There is a ‘cide’ word for
Fetus, Aborticide
Infant Infanticide
Son/daughter, Filicide
Brother/sister Fratricide
Wife Uxoricide
Husband Mariticide
Parent Parenticide
Mother Matricide
Father Patricide
Child(one’sown) Prolicide
Oneself Suicide or Selfcide
Sister (two for sister?) Sororicide

What is a cousin? Well maybe

An enemy – Hosticide
Just a woman – Gynecide
Or man – Homicide
Maybe the king – Regicide
An old man – Senicide
A Tyrant – Tyrannicide

I suppose a cousin may fit into

Parent or other close relative – Parricide

Why doesn’t a cousin killing have a cide name?? I don’t understand it

If you kill a philosopher its Philosophicide
A Brahmin it’s Brahminicide
A prophet or a poet it’s Vaticide

So many but no cousins. It is as if they don’t exist, have never existed. Have never been involved in a killing as perpetrator or victim.

I am a puzzled and very curious. There has to be a reason. Does anyone have any idea how this state of affairs came about – or much more excitingly does anyone know of a ‘cide’ word for cousin killing?

my list (a shorter version of it anyway) came from The Wordsworth Book of Intriguing Words by Paul Hellweg  with a sub text of The insomniac’s dictionary of the outrageous, odd and unusual – for all of you that like lists highly recommend it:)

The splendour of thought: Writers Quote Wednesday

 

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Those sudden flashes of wonderful thoughts, ideas, inspirations, whatever one wishes to name it, are exhilarating. Not just for writers and artists but for all people. A moment which, in an extravagant way or a quiet contemplative manner, will change something; a life, a canvas, a narrative.

I have had many such moments in my life, encouraged, by my father in particular, to allow thoughts to peculate almost haphazardly through the mind. To allow thoughts outside the norm to enter. Everyone a delight.

A few are more splendid than the others and take one flying.

 

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This quote is part of Silver Threading’s  Writer’s Quote series. Writer’s who have helped inspire my writing.

To write one must engage with the world around. Imagination is not the everything, imagination needs feeding with experience and observation. Life is what feeds writers.