Thora Stowel

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Thora Stowell was born on 31December 1969.Thora Stowell's The Anglo-Egyptian Cookery Book (Alexandria, Cairo & London: Whitehead Morris Limited; 1923) is a very rare book.

The obvious: Thora Stowell lived in Egypt and wrote this cookbook.

Quite likely, this cookbook was written by the same Thora Stowell who was a popular poet and children's author of the 1920s and 1930s.

She may have been the wife of a British military or government official who worked in Egypt.

"Thora Stowell" appears to be a pseudonym.Most of the recipes in The Anglo-Egyptian Cookery Book are for standard early 20th century European cuisine, somewhat adapted to "the Orient", and for local ingredients prepared "to suit European taste".

Most of the more "Egyptian" recipes are gathered into a chapter of their own, and the same is done for Indian recipes.

(This is a fine example of how the British empire popularized Indian cuisine.) The book also contains useful hints for the European managing a household in Egypt, and Arabic vocabulary.

Arabic (and French) titles are given for most of the recipes; their accuracy is questionable.

Connie Chesterman said that he likes one of the poem of Thora Stowell : we kept a media clipOne of is poem isI passed your garden yesterday, The roses are all dead, And the little desert sparrows play In the dry iris bed,And all your other pretty flowersAre faded in these burning hours,I lingered by your garden wall - You will not come again, So there's no meaning left at all, The beauty is sheer pain - The wind that whispers to the leaves, The sunshine on the lily-sheaves,Beside the little garden door Low in the dust I found The print of your gay dancing feet In the dry, thirsty ground - Do you come back at night to play Where now your'll never come by day? Out in the dusty road they'd thrown Dead leaves and flowers, and there A little blue glass bangle showed Broken and dulled in the dusty road.

Only the ghost of the child I knew And the wandering desert wind Know where I hid a half for you And nobody else to find- Only the wind that flutes to the sky When shadow feet go dancing by.

The other half goes soon and late Wherever my feet must go, Till they reach at last a Postern Gate And a face I used to know Laughs at me from the gathering night And beckons me in to the dawning light.Joan Shaw wrote : I know this is a long shot! I'm looking for a poem by Thora Stowell called "the blue glass bangle" or very similar title.

As far as I can gather Thora Stowell wrote children's books in the 1920/1930s and appears to have lived in Cairo.

I can find very little about her and absolutely no evidence of this poem! Any help would be much appreciated!Thora Stowell is a good writer.

His writings will be very sweet.

For is writings mostly Donovan will sing.

If we listen the music means we will listen it even 100 times.