Handmade by Daughter C
update: I forgot to mentin that Daughter C made this herself. From scratch. As in with paper & pens & pencils & paint & brushes.
It’s incredible! Handmade complete with skulls as banister ornaments, a gargoyle, door knocker– that’s Lurch, by the way– and headless woman.
Daughter C has decided it’s time for Fall. There are ghosts everywhere! Thus concludes your mid-morning dose of real life here on the Farm in rural Mississippi where the temperature is forecast to be … 89° and the cotton farmers are getting anxious because we’ve had so many downpours in the last few days they
to take more food photos. And so I present to you the remains of the Ever Popular BIG FOOD FAVORITE Boiled Dinner. Modeled after Mr. Ed’s Boiled Dinner. [That’s the homemade Creamy Mustard Dressing up there in the NorthEast] This is leftover lunch. Food has been good lately. We’re hoping for cooler weather.
Raggedy Ann – The Pumpkin That Wouldn’t Smile… In comments to my post about The Great Pumpkin, Miss M reminded me of the Glum Pumpkin– The Pumpkin That Wouldn’t Smile. It’s a Raggedy Ann & Andy tale, one that the girls loved. I think we still have the VHS tape in the store room! About
Via Powerline’s Week in Pictures
Search for it and watch it because it’s a treasure.
Hallowe’en by Harry Behn Tonight is the night When dead leaves fly Like witches on switches Across the sky, When elf and sprite Flit through the night On a moony sheen. Tonight is the night When leaves make a sound Like a gnome in his home Under the ground, When spooks and trolls Creep out
In Our Wonder World: A Library of Knowledge in Ten Volumes Volume Six Sports and Pastimes Indoors and Out (1923, p267) “Hallowe’en” is Robert Burns’ classic (and quite long) poem which references many old superstitions about Halloween. The entire poem with a wee bit o’ commentary is here. Fun stuff!
Broomstick Time On Halloween the witches fly Like withered leaves across the sky, Each with a broomstick for a steed That gallops at tremendous speed. Although I don’t approve of witches Who wear tall hats and live in ditches, Still I am glad there is a day When broomsticks have a chance to play. Witch
Miss M’s BIG pumpkin. Stay tuned.
“Good Lord, Missy, you really should get your hearing checked. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Absinthe just makes you stupid.” “Oh. I see. So you think they are going to forgive you for being absent from posting? You’re not worried that your … (cough, cough) … readership has moved on to other blogs that
“Well, … yeah.” “I thought so, given the fact that paper towels replaced real napkins for Sunday Supper. But Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving is a glorious celebration! I learned a lot. And I must say, I did like all of the attention.” “ruffff.” “It is wonderful, isn’t it?” “Oh! My! To think of how far we’ve come!
“Marica?” “Yes, Missy?” “Are you busy?” “Why, no. Not really. I’m just diddling around the World Wide Web. What’s up?” “I’m sensing a bit of excitement in the air. It portends of the unusual. Pray, is something different about to happen here at the Farm.” “Ruff?” “How perceptive of you, Missy!” “Ruff ruff! Ruff?” “You,
watched Ghost Busters, and went off to bed. That’s what we did this Hallowe’en. I cleaned & polished this floor just yesterday. He is a manly dog. Don’t you think? Love. Love will keep us together. I’m from the Government. Show me your ghosts. Levitating, I assume. I get that the room is relatively large,
Here is a delightful account of Halloweven, more commonly known as Hallowe’en in The Encyclopædia Britannica Ninth Edition, New Werner Edition Vol. XI (1907): For some account of the singular observances by which this used to be, and to some extent still is distinguished in Scotland and elsewhere, reference may be made to such works
I cannot find our Norton Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Poetry. Seriously. It’s raining cats & dogs– fitting for Halloween– the kitchen is clean, I’ve gone & come to town, the dogs are fed, pot o’tea is made, and I’m already to sit down and do a little Halloween post but I can’t until I