St Mary the the Blessed Virgin Parish Magazine October 2026
Bright and Beautiful.’ However, the words of ‘Daisies Are Oue Silver…’ are far more sophisticated in that they don’t just describe what the eye can see, they are metaphors. They are not saying buttercups are like gold, for example, they are saying buttercups ARE gold, I loved the way it compared nature… the flowers, grass and raindrops …to precious gems. As I grew older I saw the words had a deeper meaning: nature, like these gemstones, is very precious to us for God created both. For me, this hymn celebrates the natural world as humanity’s greatest, purest treasure. Wealth lies in appreciating the simple, yet beautiful gifts of the natural world, and not money and material possessions. In the 1950s it was very popular in infant assemblies all over the country. I taught in infant and junior schools for thirty years in the 1970s to 2009 and I never heard it sung once. Sadly, it seems that it has fallen out of favour, which would be a shame as it is such a lovely hymn. Does anyone else remember singing this hymn at school? Do let me know if you did.
Daisy Chains Talking of daisies, did you ever make daisy chains as a child? I did. Do you recall how to make them? When I was teaching in the 1980s I took one of my classes out onto the grass for a reading session as it was a lovely summer’s day. Some of the girls started to pick the daisies so I asked them not to pick anymore. You should leave them for others to appreciate I said. One boy replied that the school keeper cuts them down when he cuts the grass with his motor mower. I couldn’t argue with that so I said they could make daisy chains. They hadn’t got a clue what I was talking about. It took me quite a while to remember how I used to make them, and after a few failed attempts I managed to make one. I showed the children how to do it and they spent the rest of the session making daisy chain bracelets and necklaces. Both girls and boys wore their creations for the rest of the afternoon. I was pleased that I had taught them how to make them, but saddened to think that simple childhood pleasures were no longer being passed down from child to child. It’s a great pity to think that they will eventually die out and be forgotten.