Here's a trick that is a treat!

Just past All Hallows Eve, hence the headline!

My Great Grandfather, Edmund Charles Clark, was a builder in Bendigo, and many of his houses still stand in Wattle Street Bendigo today.  I cannot go up and knock on all the doors however!  So I have a cute way of finding out just what those houses look like today.  I have a search in Google for "Wattle Street, Bendigo"  and it works a treat.  Every so often one of the homes goes up for sale or rent, and one of the real estate websites has pictures of both inside and outside.  These come up on my search and I get to see inside the homes that are still standing.  One is up for rent at present and here are the pictures from of 172 Wattle Street.

HINT:  I previously blog about how to set up an alert - too easy - just go to February 2011, I google, you google, we all google and you will find it.

Let the last word on Halloweeen go to Shakespeare:

The Witches’ Spell


Act IV, Scene 1 from Macbeth (1606) by William Shakespeare

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A dark Cave.
In the middle, a Caldron boiling.
Enter the three Witches.

1 WITCH. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.

2 WITCH. Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin’d.

3 WITCH. Harpier cries:—’tis time! ’tis time!

1 WITCH. Round about the caldron go;
In the poison’d entrails throw.—
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter’d venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot!

ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.

2 WITCH. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg, and owlet’s wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.

3 WITCH. Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;
Witches’ mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg’d i the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar’s lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver’d by a drab,—
Make the gruel thick and slab
Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron,
For the ingrediants of our caldron.

ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.

2 WITCH. Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

Man, Bill was good!


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