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Oct. 15, 2008 - Found Among the Fairies---A Story : Part the Fifth and Part the Sixth
Found Among
The Fairies
Part 5&6
By Lexi
Part the Fifth:
Sun-beam awoke midday the next afternoon. Sitting dizzily on her knees, she gazed about confused. Not knowing where she was, (for the moor looked so different from her blossoming fairy-kingdom) she stood up, almost tipping over, for her legs shook unsteadily beneath her. “I must still be dreaming----never in my life have I been to this part of the kingdom It looks so unfamiliar.” She muttered to herself. Then glancing to the ground and spying an object, Sun-beam remembered what had happened the night before. “This rope entangled me while I was waiting to be ushered to my party!” She gasped picking up a limp cord from beside the warm spot she had spent the night unconscious. “But it is life-less now.” She observed. Beautiful, Sun-beam, nearly grown, still arrayed in her light airy fairy gown,(and yes, still aglow with the light of sprites) stood in the middle of the human-world, not knowing it! Neither did she comprehend that the cord had been woven by her adopted fairy uncle in an attempt to capture her and now it had no power for it had crossed the mushroom ring with her into the dull, magic less world of Big-people, (or humans). I guess I should try to journey back to my part the Kingdom and seek mother and father. I guess I ran past the castle into the far East of the kingdom not knowing it. She thought. Turning on her bare-foot toes, the youthful princess made her way down the Irish moor, exactly opposite from the Fairy Ring, with high hopes that she would make it t the castle by nightfall!
It is likely the innocent princess did not recall the possibility of having crossed into her birth land, which, to their credit, her parents quite honestly told her about, because she never really thought about herself as coming from that world, but rather from the world of the fairies. Despite knowing her origin and that she wasn’t a true blood-fairy, she always felt she was. (Although it must be said she never knew how the sensation felt to grow wings.) So, it was that the unwary traveler was headed the exact opposite way she meant to go, toward the heart of the exact opposite kingdom she was intending to visit. It can be added that she didn’t head toward the ring because it was a plain circle of grass now that she was outside of it. The extensive kingdom was invisible from the outside, and only looked like a small patch of greenery with a mushroom ring about it. Since Sun-beam still thought she as inside the kingdom, there was no reason for her to look for the mushrooms outside the kingdom.
For a brief while, the trek across the cool moor was pleasant, but Sun-beam grew very grave when she arrived at the entrance to a city completely unlike any she had ever experienced.
“Good, Sir, can you tell me where the fairies are?” Sun-beam smiled sweetly at large, sweaty blacksmith, who worked under a tent a dozen yards from the city-gate. She had entered the city aware that something was terribly wrong because her parents had never mentioned any other people of her size dwelling in the fairy kingdom. The hulky man glanced from his work at the curiously dressed maiden and spat. “Why girly? Wondered from you play-pin? You’re too old for such games! Foolish gal!!!!!” Although thoroughly disgusted at this man’s reply, Sun-beam finally decided he didn’t understand. Maybe I should speak to him in the ancient instead of the common tongue. Quite sure this would get a direct answer on where to find her people, Sun-beam began again in a soft, fair dialect that was enchanting and beautiful to fairy ears, but rather imposing to ordinary humans. “The stars be warned! We have a witch on our hands!” The big man cried out alarmed. His demeanor had turned in such sped from cruel to frightened, that Sun-beam thought she had made another mistake on choosing a language. Before the man could speak again, Sun-beam started again in the first language, which seemed to calm the listener down and also bring about quicker, politer answers. “No Miss….I mean…no Ma’am, no fairies here….although do mind I have no problem with their kind….nor your kind…unless witches be the same as wee-folk!” The man had a look of controlled, but still apparent terror. Sun-beam, sad that she wasn’t near her family, but pleased to get a straight answer smiled and said, “I don’t know what ‘witches’ are, but no, I’m not a fairy, I’m a human, but I live with fairies.” She admitted, still with no thought that she had arrived in the world of her origin. The blacksmith, confused but with no intention of being rude to his caller again, nodded, “Ohhhhh.” Then hastily adding politely, he suggested, “Why don’t you stay the night at me home with me wife and me daughter Shannon. Pr’hps you might tell her some fairy tales.” It could be argued the man offered this partly out of fear, but at any rate it was told in common folk-lore that fairies often helped poor-folks, and the blacksmith was now thoroughly convinced that this girl had at least supernatural connections so he decided it might bring good fortune on his poor family by assisting her. Not knowing what else to do, Sun-beam accepted. The confused youth was led to a thatched hut in back of the work-tent and sent to bed by a kindly, but homely house-wife. So it came to pass that the Princess from another world became friends with Irish peasants. Rather for good or bad, she at least had a place to stay; even it wasn’t in her
Part the Sixth:
The Blacksmith who took Sun-beam into his household was named Liam Ronald. His wife Nell and daughter Shannon instantly took a kindly interest to the girl. They called her Sally, because they thought Sun-beam a queer name for a person to be found in such a filthy, unhappy village. The family was poor, and Liam was a gruff man, not as kind as his wife. Still, Liam managed to feed Sun-beam and told himself that someday soon he’d be blessed by having the record of housing and feeding the girl. Days went by and the Ronald’s food pantry had to stretch to feed not only just the family, but also Sun-beam. This human-world was so strange to the princess, for famine and poverty had never been an issue in her fairy-kingdom. However, Sun-beam was smarter than even kind Mrs. Nell Ronald’s gave her credit for, and she soon noticed that meals became fewer and smaller in proportion. Frankly, Sun-beam became frightened and finally, one bleak afternoon, she figured out all that had been confusing her.
Meanwhile, back in
King Aspen knew the thoughts of his people were inclined to think that disaster surly would come in the absence of Sun-beam, but he had never been able to reconcile holding her against her will in order to have a prosperous kingdom. She was a definite blessing to the kingdom however, and that the king would readily admit. Now the question entered his mind, where was Sun-beam? Could she be outside the Kingdom? What would really happen to the state of the Empire if she was beyond its borders? The kind Lord was in distress. Thorn and Thistle had been extremely peevish and snippy when questioned about their part in the proceedings during the celebration night, but it was learned that Princess Sun-beam had fled toward the direction of the bordering mushrooms. Plus, she had not turned up yet. Had the cord strangled her to death in a corner of the kingdom? Had she escaped alive outside the kingdom? If she had escaped, where was she now?
The citizens of
Within one sunrise-sunset, a “Finding” party of brave fairy-folk had been arranged and setoff to search for Sun-beam. But search as they might, Sun-beam was not found in the kingdom. Reasoning with herself and her husband, Queen Moss came to the decision that a search-party should be sent into the human-world! “My dear
Fifty dispatches of fairy sentinels set forth. Butterflies armed with poison-gases and gravel-slings, pollinated bees ready to plant gardens when cover needed, and frog look-outs, accompanied each group. Careful to be undiscovered by humans, the different armies set out to towns all across the moor, searching for their beloved Sun-beam.
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Oct. 11, 2008 - !7 Years
17 YEARS
17 years I soon shall be
What Blissful memories I have,
Of bygone days and happy ways,
My feet have danced along.
I remember the times of sadness,
When happiness was gone,
But I remember gladness,
That broke with tide 'n dawn,
I recall all the seasons,
Which I embraced with glee,
Of Summer woods and winter goods,
And all that's in between,
I can feel my memories,
Dance back in my head,
Of mother's kiss and Father's wish,
And grandma's warm, soft bed,
I can taste the chocolate cake,
Tingling back in my mouth,
The pies and breads and happy spreads,
That mother was known to make,
I can see my dollies,
Lined up in dainty dress,
With lace and bows and lovely throws,
With hats and caps no less,
But of all the things I can recall,
Of all I can revision and see,
I remember the best and'll happily atest,
To God's precious promises to me!
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Oct. 1, 2008 - Found Among the Fairies---A Story : Part the Third and Part the Fourth
Found Among the FairiesPart the Third and Fourth
Part the Third:
“Here ye, here ye! Attention all fellow fairies of
The messenger soon cam hurrying back and pulled the King aside with visible terror. “Your Highness, there must be some misunderstanding! She’s not there! I’m afraid something has happened to our dear Princess Sun-beam!”
Part the Fourth:
Sun-beam had been sitting on the other-side of the meadows, weaving a flower wreathe in the fading evening light. She wore a delicate woven white dress that her mother had woven her. Almost a grown youth, the girl was petite for her age, but still towered over her adoptive fairy family. Perhaps it was the pure result of living with fair, bright-eyed sprites, but in any case, Sun-beam had the glow about her that would make any human question if she wasn’t really part elf. Her Irish red hair was still the same however. At the moment the sun-light fully vanished, Sun-beam crowned her head with her workmanship: The most beautiful flower wreath in the entire fairy kingdom. “Now I am ready for my celebration, I hope they call me soon.” She mused aloud. But just that moment, as the first star twinkled over head, a stout cord entwined itself around the waist of the girl with such force, she could only utter a low gasp! Before she could begin to question what was happening, as if a snake, the cord wrapped itself around and around her so that her hands where fastened by her sides and she could hardly move her upper-body. In a desperate attempt to stop this sudden binding, the princess heaved herself to a standing position and fled down the flowery field. Panic-stricken, she didn’t notice the evil, gleaming eyes peering at her from the thick darkness. Or did she catch the hushed voices and flitter of wings which perused her in her flight. “Come on Thorn! The Princess isn’t down yet, drat her!” One throat coughed hoarsely. “But Thistle, you said the magic Rope would take care of the binding and we would just have to use the dust to get her to the tower.” A whinny, younger voice said. “Oh hush Thorn!” The first voice snapped. “Go back and get Mom and Dad, tell them this isn’t a two fairy job like they planned!”
As Princess Sun-beam fled in terror far from her resting spot, the fairy page sent to fetch her came back to report she wasn’t there. Immediately the Queen and King left the party, dismissing the confused guests and calling for their trusted advisers. Back at their fairy-sized castle, in the throne room, the king was pacing in worried anger. “It is not like dear Sun-beam to run off!” He exclaimed loudly. He didn’t hear one of his advisers try to clear his throat. “Your Highness if I may?” A slender wide-eyed fairy piped up. But the king kept muttering in frustration, sometimes walking, sometimes flying about the golden room. His attention was finally caught when Queen Moss gently, but firmly, pushed him into his throne. “Listen to Hyssop.” She ordered kindly. “Thank you my Queen.” The advisor began. “Now, King Aspen, I have reason to suspect your daughter hasn’t run-away but has been kidnapped.” Hyssop stated firmly. Queen Moss gasped and flew straight into the air for a second, clutching her hands in shock, but she soon settled back down in her seat, bidding Hyssop to go on. “As you know, one of my jobs is making sure suggestions and comments made by your citizens are looked into, in order to maintain peace and be informed if trouble is at hand.” The attendant paused, “Go on.” King Aspen demanded, now worried rather than angry. “Anyway, more than several comments have come my way suggesting that someone is plotting to kidnap the Princess and lock her in a tower to make sure she never attempts to go back to her human-world. It seems Sun-beam is regarded as the key ingredient for a prosperous empire and without her-” The King suddenly cut in, “But who?!?” Hyssop glanced down for a moment than replied softly, “Your brother, Lord Tangle-web and his wife Lady Ivy.”
Back in the pitch-black meadow, the evil fairies had been outdistanced by the fleeing Princess. Sun-beam, unaware of the direction she was headed in, suddenly tripped and fell on her face, unconscious. Little did she know in her slumbering dreams, that her mischievous cousins had been chasing her and that she now rested safe beyond the boundaries of pursuit. For in Sun-beam’s flight, trying to rid herself of a tangling cord her Uncle had woven so she might never leave the kingdom, she had stumbled on a mushroom and coincidental entered into the human-world! Thus began the confused adventures of a human from the fairy-realm, who accidentally entered into the unfamiliar land of her birth.
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Sep. 23, 2008 - Found Among the Fairies---A Story : Part the First and Part the Second
Found Among The Fairies: Part the First
Twig and Olive bounced through the air and landed on top of each other outside the mushroom-ring. "Ha,ha Twig, I got your acorn-hat!" cried Olive. He was a five-inch tall fairy with auburn hair and a sly smile. Olive dashed to his feet and ran from his twin brother. "Oh no you don't!" exclaimed Twig who caught up to Olive and toppled over him again. Pulling in their see-through wings, the two tumbled over each other on the green Irish Moor. "Hey Twig! Stop punching for a minute--I don't think we're in our fairy-ring anymore!" Olive pushed his brother off his leaf-clad body and flew into the air, hovering a few feet in mid-flight, glancing toward the mushrooms. "Olive, are you chickening-out?" Twig yelled up to the fluttering figure above him. He never got an answer for at that moment they heard a strange sound.
"What in tarnation!" Olive dive-bombed back to the grass with his bony hands clasping his pointed ears. "Make what-ever it is shut-up!" He rolled around the greenery as if in pain. Twig, ignoring him, ventured pushing his way through the moor toward the sound. "Olive!!!!!" He shrieked excitedly. "It's a human baby crying!" Immediately Olive forgot the ear-piercing fuss that was bothering him so much, and rushed to Twig's side. "Ohhhhhhhh. What do we do with it?" He whispered. They both stared at the infant who was wrapped tightly in a gray cloth. "There is only one thing we can do!" Twig replied fervently after thinking for a minute. To Olive's surprise his twin added, "Leave it alone!" Twig started to fly back over the grass toward the mushroom ring. "We gotta go! Mother and Father will be worried back in the colony. COME ON! Forget the baby Olive! And for gracious sakes find that hat of mine you were holding.....Olive? What are you doing?!?" Twig stopped in the air to see his brother trying to heave the infant human forward! "Gosh this 'thing' must weigh a ton!" Olive mumbled. He had crossed to the other side of the infant and pushed his back against it, trying to roll it forward. Twig plopped back to the ground, shaking his head and repeating his un-answered question. "W-H-A-T AREEEEEEEE YOUUUUUUUUU DOING?" Panting, and lounging his body against the baby once more, Olive stopped and crawled atop it. Olive perched lightly on the nose of the child, who instantly hushed fussing and began to gurgle happily. "Well, we can't leave this 'thing' here. You are a dummy to thing so Twig! Besides, Mother will want to see it!" He gazed at the child, smiled thoughtfully and began again. "See, it is wrapped in a blanket, if we both work together, we can roll it back into the ring!" Twig, muttering to himself, gave into his brother, rather reluctantly mind you, and joined him on the ground, endeavoring to 'roll the thing' forward.
Crowding and mumbling in tense whispers, a mob of anxious fairies gathered around the glistening
So, reasonably enough, many fair, bright-eyed sprites had gathered around the wrapped babe in the palace, all wanting to know if the Queen and King would take ‘it’ in as their own child.
Trumpets blared, and descending from a majestic staircase from the top level of the castle, Queen Moss and King Aspen appeared, slowly alighting to the open courtyard where their citizens had gathered. Dressed in regal, fresh garments, (with clean hands and polished wings) appeared behind their parents, Prince Twig and Prince Olive. As the Royal Family took seats in huge gilded pod-seed shells, the crowd bowed gracefully and directed their questions toward the King. “Excellency Aspen, where has this human babe come from? What are we to do with it?” A voice asked from the throng. King Aspen smiled warmly at his people. “Fellow Fairies of Moon Stone Kingdom, my sons, Twig-son and Olive-Branch came upon this babe while out in the moor.” A rustle of murmurs swept over the group. “What in heavens-name were those two ‘rascals doing outside of the kingdom?” Asked a rough voice. Queen Moss seeing her husband red in anger at having his sons being called ‘rascals’, took up the question with a gentle smile. “The boys were out, er, exploring, my good Sir.” She stood gracefully and paced over to the child, who was staring wide-eyed at the fascinating faces around her. “My husband and I have decided to honor the tradition of the ancients and bring the human into our care.” There was silence for a moment, than, slowly, cheers started rising from the gathered fairies until the whole group was applauding loudly at the thought of coping their fore-fathers. “Blessed be the fairies, for we have a changeling!” They sang. (A changeling is the name for a human-child adopted by the wee-folks) The celebration died down and the mob slowly left to journey back to their homes which were dotted lazily about the paradise which stretched forth from the
The child was a small girl who had bright red, curly hair and a sweet disposition. (Although it could be argued that living among fairies would make any human good-natured.) She was christened with the name Sun-beam, for the King and Queen could thing of nothing else that the child was more like. The whole kingdom could be said to have reared the girl. Groups of she-fairies gathered to sew bonnets and baby-gowns out of rose-petals for her, and the he-fairies worked together to whittled human-sized blocks and toys for her. It was natural, since her very first memories were of the fairies, for Sun-beam to believe she was one as well (except exceptionally larger in proportion.) A better family she might never have had if the fairies hadn’t found her when they did. Ireland was at the time going through turmoil and a peasant child (as indeed she was from the look of the blanket she was found inside of) would not have had an enjoyable child-hood no matter if she had kind parents or not. Queen Moss toyed with the notion of attempting to locate the human-parents, but gave it up for she loved Sun-beam dearly. Everyday she was fed berries and taught simple words in the ancient fairy tongue only high-up fairies knew. Eventually, she grew too big for the palace and a luscious garden was built by a stream for the child to live in. The garden stretched as far from the back of the castle all the way to the border of the mushroom ring.
Sun-beam was five years old. Her cubby legs plunged into the fragrant blossoms that grew up to her waist. She sped along but Twig and Olive flew just as fast and could keep up with her. “Come on Twiggy!” she sang delightedly. “Faster Olive-Banch!” Her face grew into a wide grin as the twin boys fluttered to her and began to tickle her side. “You know those aren’t our names silly!” They sang. Sun-beam giggled and gently pushed them away, her legs danced faster and she lost the fairies in distance. Suddenly she halted. The flowers had came to an abrupt ending. “I’ve never come this far.” she thought to herself. “I wonder what happens if I go farther?” She took a step and then other. She was in a patch of barren, brown land. A few more steps and she would reach a curving line of mushrooms. She was about to take another step when she heard screaming from in back of her. “No Sun-beam! You headed outside the Kingdom!”
Part the Second:
Sun-beam whirled around and headed back into the field of flowers. “Twig? Olive?” She tilted her head questioningly when the two small fairies joined her again in the blossoming meadow. “Sun-beam, you need to come with us.” Twig stated gravely. His youthful smile had faded, and a dark cloud seemed to appear over is face. Olive, turned quite severe as well and gave Twig a knowing look. She’ll have to learn the truth today. It seemed to say.
Back at the castle, Sun-beam plopped on the grass outside the glittering structure. Twig and Olive were atop a balcony looking down with their parents upon the small human child. “We should tell her the truth: that she is human and not fairy. The child seems to think she’s really one of us despite her size.” King Aspen murmured gravely. A look of genuine love and concern covered his young, stately face, as if he knew that the ‘truth’ might harm the security of his adopted child. Queen Moss nodded. “We must. Even though she is a mere five human years, Sun-beam is intelligent. In order to explain the boundaries of our kingdom, we must touch on the human world that lies around our mushroom-ring. I feel it only part of the truth to tell she’s comes from the world outside of this realm.” Twig nodded at his mother’s reasoning. “But will she attempt to cross back into the human-world once we tell her?” He asked in a worried tone. “Yes mother! Is there anyway we can make her stay here?” Olive piped up, quite vexed. The two finders of the babe were attached to Sun-beam and the thought of losing her was unbearable. “If she does want to go, we cannot stop her and hold her a prisoner! We fairies aren’t kidnappers!” remarked the King. Queen Moss nodded. “But do not fear. She is still young. We may have her for a while yet. She is curious, but I believe the gardens and streams are too much for her to leave. This is the home she is used to.”
Explaining as best they could to the young girl, the fairies told her where she had come from. It is doubtful she really understood it then, but what she did comprehend was this: Mother and Father don’t want me to play past the mushrooms ring. The gentle fairies soon learned that child had no wish to leave her flowery play-land, and so it was that many joyful years passed without much incident. Although pleased she didn’t wonder outside the empire, King Aspen was such a truthful fairy that he reminded his child of her origins, but always made it clear that finding her was one of the best thing that ever happened to him and Mother Moss. Sun-beam grew up with the knowledge that she was loved and cherished. It could be said that as she grew, so did the genuine love for her from the fairy people. After a time, it was regarded that she was such a blessing, that if the kingdom ever lost her, terrible calamities would occur and bring an end to their prosperous realm. So it was that certain shadowy figures began to plan a way to keep the child from ever attempting to go away; even if they had to do it in an under-handed way.
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Sep. 21, 2008 - The Girl who lived by the Sea
Who often cares to sail with me,
She laughs and chatters through the day,
But once at dock goes her way,
I sit and ponder where she's gone,
Don't see her til the morn'n dawn,
I muse and miss her pretty smile,
For hours 'n hours I'm not but idle,
I dearly want to kiss that cheek,
But daren't ev'n my feelings speak,
Those fair blue eyes will flutter wide,
When I try to be by her side,
A spark ignites and her smile fades,
My face reds and flushes shades,
And after I have let her go,
She runs through port and doesn't slow,
I wish I knew where she does dwell,
For how she makes my spirit swell,
I feel like I'm in such a dream,
When she flashes that smiling beam,
But I can never make her stay,
For once on land she floats away,
I stare after her flowing dress,
And ask dear God to follow and Bless,
And then I row and sail away,
Until the dawn of very next day.
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Sep. 15, 2008 - Vintage Compositions
Below are some pictures I took of old-fashion/vintage things.
They are composed of my little oldish-looking nick-nacks I pick up at
malls, thrift stores and of things I make by hand.
Enjoy!
~Lexi
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Sep. 13, 2008 - All most time
I can't believe it. I just can't believe it! I'm almost 17. Talk about weird. I started blogging at 15 on my poetry blog here (I still write on there too) and have continued and gosh, now yet another birthday is coming. I don't feel any different than 15 years old. Maybe my hair is curlier and my collection antiques broader, but other than that...nothing. I was never the girl to suddenly wake up one day and rebel. In fact, I kinda just glided through my teen years with relitive ease. Mom and Dad are as close to me as always. Seriously, what has changed? I'm still Old Fashion Girl! Which, in a way is comforting. I still love God (if not more), I still have my classic/vintage wardrobe and I still like to look at flowers. Yes, I could be classified as an odd person at times, but maybe it's good to be unique. (hmmmmm?) Anyway, I feel good and look forward to another happy birthday come November!
Oh yes, on other news I got a glittery silk skirt that looks as if a fairy had wove it from magical thread. (Yes, still my same metifores). I think though, that for Haloween I'll be an elf. Last year I was a fairy, so scratch that. My sister's want to be those scary killer clowns from the Dark Knight. But I said 'no!" I will not be a killer anything! I want to be a pretty elf that wears shiny beads and and flowing velvet dress. How I'll come by an elf dress beats me! But, I do have some body glitter that I think will be great to put on for a 'glowing' affect!
School is going good! I do like my junior year. I sorta pumped out my essential subjects my first two years of High school, so now Mom is letting me take what intrest's me.
On more news, my sister got a boyfriend. Real nice fellow who happen's to be our pastor's son. He's more of a teddy bear if you ask me. VERY KIND. He hangs out with us at our home, so it is very much like a courtship.
My Drama has started again. Glory be! I want to do a Greek play. We'll see. Some of the boys are real petty about which parts they get. I origianlly sugested Pride and Prejudice. But no! Boys just can't stand the thought of being Mr. Darcy. (imaGINE THAT!)
WELL, SEE YA,
God Bless
~**~~LEXI
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Sep. 10, 2008 - Old-Fashion Trend : Camoes
They're classic, they're oldfashion, but mostly they're just plain pretty. Cameo pendants, necklaces and lockets have been around for centuries. They are an important 'must' for any vintage/heirloom wardrobe.Yes, some are quite expensive, and you may want an authentic piece with Victorian history. For me though, (and with my clumsiness and tendentsy to break things) I go for cheap, yet stylish ones.
Today, mom and I were browsing our favorite 2nd hand-store....when it popped out at me! A lovely cameo locket about 1 1/4 inches long. Of course it's not 100 years old, but boy is it gorgeous. So for $6 I bought it!
Here are some real (expensive) camoes for you guys to look at! Click the link to go to the online store where i got these pix. (All credit goes there) Jewel Basket
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Sep. 7, 2008 - Flowers in my hand
Flowers Are...
Flamboyant
Lively
Old-fashion
Wild
Expressions of Love
Rememberence of Sympathy
Seeds of Joy
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Sep. 4, 2008 - Girl Sleuth
What other series of books say's 'classic vintage' better than Nancy Drew! Written from 1930 on through the mid 60's, the 56 classic hard-covers share the sleuth's exciting cases! Nancy Drew is a polite, well-bred 18 year-old with a trim wardrobe and classic convertable car! Along with boy-friend Ned Nickerson and BFF's George and Bess, Nancy hunts down villians and unmasks ghosts (always wearing fresh cloths and red lipstick!) She has the best manner's and a sense for order as well as a keen eye and dicernning mind.
She is an independent girl who still treasures her femanine side. She doesn't try to be better than boys and actually embraces when Ned comes along to protect her. Still, though, she isn't a wimp and is a certified skin-diver, knowledgeable horse-woman, and expert sailor.
Here are the titles I've 'specially enjoyed. (sorry, I'm a big fan!)
- Mystery at Lilac Inn
- Mystery of the Moss-covered Manson
- Moonstone Castle Mystery (really good)
- Clue in the Old Stagecoach
- Clue in the Golden Pavilion
- Bungalow Mystery
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Sep. 2, 2008 - International Costumes #2
This next Fashion Show will display emborderd/hand-made Mexican
dresses. I love these, especially because I'm Hispanic. These are so awesome, the work is beautiful!
You can these outfits at
This wonderful online store
Hope you enjoy this next section of International Dress!
Now for some blouses. Also from the same shop. (Link given above)
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Aug. 25, 2008 - International Costumes #1 India
I hope everyone is ready for yet another Fashion Show! Today starts the begining of an Internation Costume series, posted here on my old-fashion blog.
Most of you, I am assuming, know at least a bit about global garments. Well today, I'm going to show you some appareal from India. India is my favorite country. I love it! And, as you probably know, a famous dress from this land is called a SARI. There are many other types of dress, as there are many groups of people in this land of curry, silk and elephants. But, I am just touching on Sari's today.
I thought sari's seemed an appropriate topic for an Old-Fashion blog, as they have been around for thousands of years.
ALL PICTURES ARE FROM THIS SITE . ALL CREDIT GOES THERE.
ENJOY THE PICTURES!
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Aug. 20, 2008 - History behind the story
History Behind the Story :
The last 20 posts I have written tell the story of a young woman and her god-children who keep a Light House in the year 1928. The inspiration came from the title actually; Journey to the Sea. I was just thinking one day what a cool title it would make for a book. I then unraveled the story's plot around the name. I love to write about bygone days, so 1928 fit well.
I want to say that I did do reserch, there probably are a few inaccuracies so bare with my there. I did include lots of facts though. Light House Bureau's really did provided food for keepers and ghost stories common referrenced to Light House properties. Also, coast L.H's were often very desolate, as illstarted by Blue Rock. Although my L.H is fictional, it is based on certain real towers positioned on the Rhode Island coast.
Rescues were common as well. I thought it only fair to include one in my story.
In case you are not familiar with the poem, The Lady of Shallot, that is what I reffered to in Susanna Holter's death-note. It talks about a lady in King Aurther's kingdom who died in a boat as it floated down a river. This poem is a reknowned verse, so look it up and read it!
A Fresnal Lens is the real deal. It really made the light strobe. As for the actual lamp, in 1928 a Light Bulb could have been used, but I figured a Kerosen Lamp would be more appropriate for a spooky tower.
I spent lots of time thinking over the plot in this story-and I hope people enjoy the love story that is intwined between Mildred and Rob. The 'clencher' to the story happens in the Epolague, so read that please as well.
Also, faith in God is a key principal in the Journey Mildred, Sophie and Patrick have to undertake. I wanted to glorify Him through this.
I Love you guys! The Journey is over, so farewell! I will resume regular posts soon!
BYE!
~Lexi
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Aug. 10, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 20---Epiloque
News about the rescue at Blue Rock Light house spread quickly all over Rhode Island. Sea ports, towns, villages and farms, all heard the wonderous tale about a young woman named Mildred Kingston who saved a whole ship of people. Soon the newspapers picked up the story and her tale became even more famous. Folks from all over New England came to tour the Light House that was once considered haunted.
As time wore on and winter set in, the publicity faded but the ghost stories didn't reappear. Towns folk had a new oppinion of Blue Rock and that wasn't going to change.
Recognition from the Light House Bureau was also tremendous. Glen Woods held a huge ceremony in honor of Mildred, Patrick, Sophie and Rob! He couldn't think any better of them after they had rescued survivors from a sinking vessel. The old man was estatic and made a sentimental speech on the day of the party. He said, "We want to thank Mildred Kingston and her friends here, for their service and dedication to the state of Rhode Island. I have had the pleasure to get close to them, and I must say they are an outstanding group! So with this in mind, the Bureau and I, Glen Woods, would like to present them with a brand-new automobile from Ford!" Huge applause erupted from the crowd gathered as an automobile came driving up! Mildred nearly collapsed in happiness. "This is too much Glen!" She cried, tears swelling in her eyes. "You deserve it!" said a voice in back of her. Mildred swirled around to see Dr. Rob Denker wearing a broad grin. "You're amazing Millie Kingston!" He said softly. Mildred let out a laugh. "We're both amazing, Rob Denker!"
It does not need to be said that Rob and Mildred were married soon after. As a wedding present, Mildred gave Rob her painted walnut box that she saved from the rubble the day her shop burned down. In return, Rob built a show case for it, and the box was displayed proudly all their years together.
Since Mildred was Sophie and Patrick's legal gaurdian, Rob thought it only right to sign the paperwork and adopt them as his own children too. A merrier family was never seen.
Rob and Mildred lived at Blue Rock Light house for the rest of their lives. True to her bet, after four years, Rob's Aunt Berniece came for a visit. She returned many times more after she married Glen Woods. Berniece finally got her wish for a baby when Mildred and Rob had a little girl, and appointed Berniece as god-mother. Glen was christined god-father as well.
After a time, Susanna Holter's skeleton was lifted out of the pool, and given a proper burial in the city's cemetary. Just like the ghost stories, she finally rested in peace after 60 years.
All in all, Mildred and Rob were married 55 years until his death at 79 years of age. Mildred continued to live at the Light House the rest of her days, and eventually wrote a book called, Journey to the sea.
Sophie grew up to be a school teacher and eventually returned to India as a missionary. She married Rob's younger brother as well. However, even when she moved far away, she never forgot Mildred and the Light House. The times spent at Blue Rock were always her fondest memories!
Patrick became an Engenier in the Army and a father of 8 children. At night, he would always tell his children his favorite stories about Blue Rock. His children always preferred a certain story about the days following Mildred and Rob's union. The story went that Sophie and Patrick were out in the meadows one day, when Sophie let out a wild scream and ran to the cottage. When Patrick glanced to the ground, he found a dead mouse, covered in white paint! This of course corresponded to the other story where Patrick had sworn that he'd seen a little body in the paint can when he was white-washing the cottage. Sophie never believed him, until she came upon the little, paint-covered rodent!
Patrick too never forgot Mildred and his coastal home. He would always make journey's to the sea with his wife and kids during the summer. Sophie always tried to make it at the same time, so family reunions ocurred often.
Perhaps if you, dear reader, ever take the time, you too can go to the Rhode Island coast. If you are lucky, you might just get to see Blue Rock Light House, and hear for yourself the sounds of the coast. Then, you too, will get to experience : The Journey to the Sea.
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Aug. 9, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 19
Darkness surrounded Mildred Kingston as she bid farewell to her life. Dizzy, she felt herself slipping off the grassy, coast edge, toward the rocky shore below. Again she remembered the old ghost story about the first light House keeper who had fallen of the ledge and died on the jagged stones that Mildred was now fallen towards herself. It was 1928, Mildred had two god-children to look after, and a promise to fulfill for the Light House Bureau. All of that was slipping from the young woman's grasp. Or so she thought.
She glanced up, and gazed at the clouded beam gleaming from the tower. It's so misty, no ship out at sea could possibly see that light! Only by ringing the fog-bell could I have hoped to warn off any vessel! But I fell trying to reach it and here I am...falling to my death! The 28 year old closed her eyes and prepared for the aganizing landing she would meet with when her flesh touched the rocks. She waited. And waited. What's going on? She thought wildly. Am I already in heaven? All at once she forced her eyelids open and glanced upwards. It was dark and big fat rain drops began to spew from the sky. Confused, and nervous, Mildred glanced down, she was a few feet from the rocks! Then everything made sense!
"Aunt Millie, we got you!" shouted Patrick and Sophie. Squinting in the rain, Mildred percieved her god-children up above her! The pair was clinging on to one of her hands...and Rob Denker was grasping onto her other! "Rob!" Mildred cried. "I love you! I was a fool to not see it before!" She gasped as her limp body was hauled over the ledge and onto the muddy grass. Rob embraced her. "I love you to Mildred. But nows not the time!" He glanced franticly to 16 year old Patrick. "Hurry, ring the bell, it may not be too late to warn off ships!" He cried this in such panic, that the boy immediatly rushed toward the bell stand. Rob, meanwhile was holding Mildred in his hands. She was shaking and dripping wet. "Go Patrick." She yelled, gasping. Her hands cling to Rob. "Where did Sophie go?" She whispered. Just then...it happened. Patrick rung the bell, but was too late. At that same instant they heard a loud thundering boom from the waves. Everyone turned and could make out a dark figure, sinking into the crashing tides. Mildred let out a shriek. "A ship has crashed out on the waves! We have to find Sophie and see if we can help!" She tried to edge away from Rob's grasp but he held her firm and replied despondently, "It's too late Millie. Those people on the ship are gone." He shook his head and began to steer Mildred toward the cottage. "Well we still have to find Sophie!" Mildred retorted, standing her ground. She let out a wild shriek. "Sophie! Where are you!" Tense, the young woman waited. Would Sophie be O.K? Would she answer the call?
In a moment a call came from the rocky shore! "Aunt Mildred!" Joyful, Mildred could make out that it was her god-daughter's voice calling! "Come down carefully...and bring our sail boat!" The voice continued. "There are survivors from the ship!" Mildred was stunned! Sophie was near those waves! She could get hurt. Frightened, but resolved to trust her god-daughter, Mildred led a repentive Rob to fetch their sail boat. Slowly they made their way down the grassy edge toward the shore carring the wooden boat over their heads. It wasn't easy. After all this was the area Mildred had almost died on! But, both young adults had made the ardious climb down a few times before, and knew where to step. At last they found Sophie with a soaked man at her feet. She was tending him. "He says there are survivors out there! We must get them back to land...fast. This man is the captain and says some of his crew can swim, but most other's can't. We have to hurry!" The young girl spoke with entusiasm and urgency and Rob, like a father to her, couldn't help giving her a quick hug. "Way to go pumpkin!" He smiled! Mildred nodded. Even in crisises like this one, it comforted her to see Rob so kind to her charges. Eventually, though, the drenched captain reminded them of the matter at hand. Immediately, Rob decided to go and fetch the passengers. Mildred objected. Leaning in she murmmered, "Remember! To clear this property of it's ghost stories, we have to prove ourselves to the town folks! Since I repeated the incident from one of the tales, I've got to make up for it double and show that good things can come from this place! Think, if I can save all these folks, a new oppinion of this Light House might be formed by the public. Besides, your the one who said I needed to save someone!" Mildred smiled in the dark at Rob. Even without being able to see it, Rob knew she was grinning. He grasped her shoulders and bent down, giving her a kiss! Mildred's heart flopped. "I thought you didn't like the whole idea of clearing the name of this Light House? I thought you hated me for trying to restore it! Why the change?" He whispered. "Because" Mildred replied. "I see a great future for us here at Blue Rock. And I want it!"
Rob helped her in and immediately Mildred set out in her sail-boat. Bitter winds mixed with icy rains pounded on her body. Her hair was splattered on her face and her clothes hung limp. She pushed the oars with all the strength in her muscles. Her lungs pumped faster, trying to keep up with their owner's vigor. When she finally spotted a stranded person, her attitude turned from determination, to kindness. She loaded as many people as possible into the craft, and next threw out long ropes fastened to the boat for more people to cling onto. Going back to the shore was even more challenging. How will I get the strength to move such a heavy boat! Then she remembered God. God, I pray you give me strength to rescue these people and strength to continue this new life at the Light House. If I don't have respect from the towns-folk, I don't think I'll be able to stay here. But, if I can prove that there are no ghosts here, just reasonable explanations for a few spooky events, then I can live here with the trust of the people. God please give the me strength! And with help from her God, Mildred made it safe back to shore. She never felt more alive!
The night continued with more success! All the crewman, officers, passengers and a dog, were rescued and brought in doors. It was very cramped, but everyone was thankful for the shelter, and many didn't mind going to the tower and camping on the various stories in there. Taking turns, Mildred and Rob rung the bell and cared for the injured, running constantly from cottage to bell to tower. A few fellows had deep wounds, but since Rob was a doctor, they were in no danger of dying. When dawn broke, so did the tempest. Everyone, even the people from the wreck, joined in a breakfast of thanksgiving. Sophie and Patrick passed around hot cider and warm rolls. Quiet, but relived, all the voyagers smiled and praised Mildred. But she just shook her head and pointed to the sky. "God did everything." She replied. Rob nodded and raised his cup of cider and cried. "To God! His protection lasts forever!" Everyone else, even the rough sailors, echoed, "Amen!" Sophie giggled and hugged her god-mother. "Aunt Millie, this is certainly a turning point for Blue Rock Light House." Mildred grinned. "Indeed my dear, Indeed!"
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Aug. 5, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 18
Farmer Billington headed straight for town, and true to his promise, dropped Mildred, Patrick and Sophie off directly at Dr. Rob Denker's office. Mildred paid the cheery man and bid farewelll.
Sophie was the first to run ahead and tap the knocker that read. Dr. Denker's Office. Smiling, Patrick followed and added to the knock his farmiliar whistle. 28 year old Mildred stayed in rear, hopping the visit would run smoothly after the terrible fight she and Rob had had during their last meeting. Dear Lord I pray we can forgive and forget. Help everything be alright. She sqeezed her eyes tight and drew a breathe. Swiftly, the door opened and Rob appeared. "My gracious what in the world..." He stared in wonderment at Sophie and Patrick, then his eyes rested on Mildred for a second, a differnt expression coming over his face. "Come in." He requested with a soft smile. Quaking, Mildred's heart crashed to the floor of her stomache. I should have never come! She thought.
All three were seated in front of Rob in his examination room. Silence. Pulling himself out of deep thought, Rob quickly beamed an engaging smile at 15 year old Sophie and 16 year old Patrick. "Could I have a moment alone with your god-mother?" He asked charmingly. Seemingly-thrilled, both youths grinned and went to the hall. Once the door shut, Rob turned to Mildred. "I am so terribly sorry Millie..." he shook his head and placed a hand on his forehead. "I can't explain how foolish I feel for not being sensitive to your concerns..." He raised his head and glanced at Mildred. She shook within. He wasn't mad! "Rob, really...I'm the one who should apolog-" She was silenced as Rob leaned toward her and touched her hand. Her heart did a belly-flop. "Let's just forget it. Everything's over." Stroking Mildred's hand, he whispered, "Mildred...I've never told you this but-" he was cut off by Mildred taking her hand from his grasp. "Please, Rob, not now. Let's take Sophie and Pat somewhere. They need a nice day." She sounded resolved and Rob took the hint, a little dejected.
Forgiven, Mildred and Rob took the two adolesences for a snack at a tea-room and to the candy-shop. Being in town as always excited the two, for it was a rare treat. Although laughter abounded and smiles were numerous, Mildred and Rob kept their distance. There friendship felt awkward. Patrick didn't notice, but Sophie did. She wondered what was going on, but had no chance to find out because the day's activities soon blocked out those thoughts. Soon, though, the day drifted into evening, and with it, the sun-shine into gray clouds. Rob became concerned, as did Mildred. Awkwardly he pulled her aside and said, "I think that you should get back to 'man' the light House. A storm is coming, I can feel it Millie!" He glanced to the sky. Worry-lines creased his face. "Rob, I turned the beam on early this morning. But do you think I might have to ring the fog-bell?" She returned his worried-look and stared at him for advise. Rob was pleased at this, and answered. "I think the mist will set in. If it does, the tower-lamp won't be able to warn ships away, only the ring from the fog bell will be able to penetrate through those clouds! We need to go...soon! Your being there to ring the bell might be the only warnning some ships will have to avoid crashing on the shores!" Mildred agreed readily and soon everyone piled in Rob's automobile. After stopping at the harbor to fetch the boat they set off for the coast, more than a half hours drive away. On the way there, Mildred explained how the three had traveled along the coast by boat to see him. "That was smart using that skeleton's boat Mildred," The Dr. stated. They all remembered vividly the day they found a 60 year old skeleton floating in a boat in a small outlet from the sea. "Thanks Rob. I'm glad it all worked out. And thanks also for driving us back to the Light House and for strapping the boat to you car." Rob nodded at Mildred's gratefulness. He felt glad she was back in his life. And secretly she felt glad he was back in hers.
Back at the Light House, the weather grew worse by the minute. Rob soon decided he should stay over-night and sleep in Patrick's room with him. He wanted to help Mildred through the storm. She was touched by this caring thought, but did not show it. She was confused by her feelings for him, but greatful at the same time for his friendship. However, she didn't know where to draw the line between friendship and something deeper.
The evening deepened into a night blured with cloudy fog. Mildred was frightened. At eight-thirty, she announced she would ring the fog-bell. Rob knew better than to offer himself. So he waited inside.
Blinded, Mildred headed into the direction of the bell. Her mind flew to the story of the first Light House keeper at Blue Rock who had slipped and died on a night much like this one. Moving speedy, but carefully, she could just make out the bell stand. Just a few more steps- She thought eagerly. Then it happened. A scream burst through the night, Mildred wandered who had made it, then in astonishment, realized it was made by her own voice! All at once her body slipped off the famous grassy edge toward the rocky shore, just like the keeper from the ghost-story! Mildred sent up a prayer. God, I love you! Please keep Pat and Sophie safe when 'Im dead! With that she prepared to die.
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Aug. 3, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 17
Ten-thirty a.m struck, and Mildred, Sophie and Patrick were making the final preperations for their sea-adventure. The Light House lamp was lite early, just in case they didn't make it back before night fall. Mildred packed several extra coats and a spare dress for herself and Sophie. Patrick put on his thickest pair of rubber boots, and attached a piece of string to his glasses so if they were torn of his nose, they wouldn't fall into the sea.
Eager to set off before noon, Patrick gathered up the lunch basket again, and called for his god-mother and sister to come out of their room. Impatient when they failed to open the door, he knocked on it rapidly. "Come on! Aunt Millie-let us go now-" he fell back instantly in shock as the door swung open. Both Mildred and Sophie wore pants! His sister grinned at his face. "Aunt Millie bought us trousers in town last time we went there. We never told you 'cause we wanted to see your face...just like now!" She giggled. Mildred beamed. "Close your mouth Patrick, it's 1928, come on!" She smiled playfully and led the way out the door.
The prediction made by Mildred earlier that morning, proved to still be correct. The October winds were gone, and the over-cast sky now blue and cloudless. It seemed that as soon as Mildred decided to make-up with the Dr.,the weather realized it was time to change the backdrop from gloom, to bloom. Still though, a cool breeze blew, and anyone could tell it wasn't spring, the meadows were still brown and dry.
Once at the alcove where the pool lay, the fearless trio hopped aboard the boat with glee. Patrick beamed as he uncovered two pairs of oars hidden in the bottom. 'Now we must remember," Mildred spoke up, "that this boat was home to a skeleton for 60 years. Things could get a little rough out on the sea. I plan to stay close to the shore, just in case this craft chooses to give out, and it may." She wore a stern expression, but excitement was hidden inside her heart. "The existing course is to paddle up the coast to a harbor and than hirer a cab or wagon to take us to town. I understand the nearest bay is not three or four miles, so we should make in only a few hours. We'll miss lunch for sure though-so I'm glad you two packed lunch!" Mildred resumed her bubbly-self after the brief lecture. All three were glad the horrifing skeleton had been tossed overboard and that they now had a means to transport themselves about the coast. Bless Mr. Woods but he never asked the Light House Bureau to buy us a automobile! Thought Sophie just before take-off.
Patrick and Mildred took positions in the small sail-boat as 'rowers' while Sophie studied a faded map they had brought from the keeper's cottage. The boat seemed to hold and the ride went smoothly for a time. The beautiful landscape made all three quiet and contemplative, especially Mildred. Thoughtfully she remembered her friendship with Dr. Rob Denker; He had been so kind to her, and she had messed it up! I hope he'll pleased when I come to apologize. She yearned. Hidden within her heart was a special reason for coming to town, a new feeling that she had only just confirmed early that morning when the telegraph arrived. She pondered all these things.
Creeeeeeeek-scrap! Patrick lurched forward all at once as the boat hit a sand-bank. "Jeez! What just happened?" Frustrated, he steadied himself and looked about as the swift-craft halted. Mildred carefully stood up and bent over the side. Flowing a bit faster, the sea-breeze spun about her as she examined the damage. Sophie, who had dozed, came to and glanced about to see where they were; 60 feet from the gassy, Rhode Island shore. Mildred arose from her examination and yawned sleepily. "Rowing makes one very tired!" She stretched herself, careful to not upset the balanced boat. "What happened Aunt Millie?" Sophie asked with a sigh. Even though they were stuck, the waves still toyed gently with the boat, and the breeze swung delightfully about them. No one seemed worried except Patrick. He stared at his god-mother expectantly. She just smiled. "Oh, we hit a sand-bar, no damage though. As soon as the morning tide come in, we'll be free." She relaxed and sat back down. Patrick nearly went over-board in surprise. "We'll have to stay over-night!" He wailed and clutched his head with both hands. Sophie and Mildred glanced at each other, amused. Mildred's eyes twinkled. Not understanding, Patrick cock'd his head at his reclining god-mother. She laughed merrily, "Oh Patrick! I love that face! I'm just playing with you-we don't have to stay over night!" She bent down and pulled up the pack containing their spare clothes, momentarily she produced a good-sized rope. "Come on you two! Let's wade!"
Rolling up their pants and stepping into their rubber boots, Mildred and Sophie sprang into the chilly salt-water. Firmly attaching the rope to the boat, they started to tug the boat off the sand-bar. Unable to, Patrick joined in the tow and after a while it was freed.
Piling into the sail-ship,Mildred deligently cleared the band-bar and maneuvered to a clam section of water. "We'll eat here, the boat shouldn't drift too much." Sophie nodded and unpacked the food. "Let's eat fast! i want to see Rob!" Urged Patrick. "O.K, come on Sophie, eat quickly!" Mildred laughed. "I think the only thing you two forgot to pack was napkins! Sophie you have crumbs all over your mouth!"
By two on the afternoon, the harbor was reached and the a cart-wagon hired to take them into town. "Mr. Glen has been very prompt on paying us, so we have enough to store the sail-boat in a small dock-house." Mildred announced. "I'm so glad it lasted all the way here...and after 60 years too!" Patrick nodded in agreement. "Such a fete for a little piece of wood!" He exclaimed. Sophie frowned at him. "It's not just a piece of wood! It is the Blue Rock Light House's official sail-boat!" She nodded firmly and Mildred chuckled. "All righty then! Let's go store our prescous sail-boat!"
The fare was paid and the cart-wagon was hitched up to an old-farm hourse. Farmer Jed Billington owned the cart and explained that he came to the harbors and towns every month to sell his produce. "And I happ'n to know of that Dr. fr'nd of your's Miss Kingston." The man said. "So I'll take you to his office!" Mildred nodded and thanked the man with a smile.
Mildred couldn't wait to see Rob, but she was also scared. What was she scarred about? It was only the Dr.! Her heart pounded and her hands began to sweat. Can we ever be friends after what I did? She wondered.
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Aug. 2, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 16
Speechless, Mildred performed her Light House duties automaticlly for many days, but felt nothing but regret. Worried, Sophie and Patrick could not comfort her. Remembering how aweful she had treated Dr. Rob Denker, was like an infected wound that hurt more and more as long as it was left untreated. The sun seemed to shine a little less bright, and the days dragged on like uncomfortable dreams for the young woman. She had grown used to, and fond of, the visits from Rob, and even when Mr. Woods visited, she wasn't comforted.
Sophie soon found that her god-mother forgot certain tasks and moved like a zombie, through the days without emotion. Patrick, who had become more like a man since they'd met Rob, began to feel fear again. His awkwardness reappeared in his conduct. Discouraged, Sophie waited for the Dr. to come back, like he said he would. Days dragged on, weeks began to form into months, but no doctor arrived. Fate seemed to frown on Blue Rock Light House.
Bitter September winds swirled around the coast like small tornado's, ripping the lanky, meadow grass into the air. Strolls along the country-side could no longer be managed. Fall began withering the remaining greenery and when October arrived, the picturesque landscape was a brown wasteland.
Early in October, on a bleak day, Sophie awoke in the quaint bed she shared with her god-mother, to find Mildred's place bare, but still warm. She must have gone to the kitchen. I'll help her fix toast and tea, it's going to be cold today! Sophie kicked her feet into the air and slid from her coverlet onto the hard, wood floor. Pitter-patter, tap-tap, pitter-patter went Sophie's feet as she hurried down the hall and through the comfortable parlor, into the kitchen, anxious to sip a steamy drink. Skidding to a halt, in front of the rustic table, Sophie gasped. Mildred wasn't there. "Patrick! Get up! Aunt Millie's gone!" She screamed with the full force of her lungs. The boy aroused in an instant. Normally he wouldn't have felt nervous about such a thing, but Mildred hadn't been herself lately, and panic struck his heart. "No! where could she be?" Patrick was pulling on his trousers as he reached his sister. "Well, Pat, she isn't in our room, your room, the parlor or in here, she must be in the tower!" Sophie finished the sentence and dashed to the door, Patrick was at her heels. Both felt shivers crawling up their spines as their bare feet swept across the lawn, icy winds whipping against their faces. Upon reaching the Light House, their pace only quickened, and up the stairs they flew. Astounded, they reached the top, the glass-walled room was empty! Patrick dashed onto the deck, connected to this top room. It had been recently restored, so there as no danger of falling through like Mildred had a few months before. Leaning over the rail, he scanned the area. "Aunt Mildred! Where have you gone!?!" Patrick directed his call towards the meadows, and imagined the words racing along with the breeze, hoping they reached his 'aunt's' ears. Sophie joined him and repeated the yell. Nothing. The youths turned to each other with wide-eyes, after a moment they focused back to the scenery and let forth all manner of calls, hoots, screams, shouts and yells, until, fifteen minutes passed and their voices gave out. Downhearted, Sophie motioned that they should go back down to the cottage.
After sipping hot tea, the pair decided to continue the search. "I have only one idea of where she'd be." Sophie said softly, finding that her voice had returned. Patrick nodded. "I think I can guess where you're thinking of." He whispered. Locking eyes, the brother and sister agreed in unison, "Aunt Millie's at the pool!" Remembering the small pool, connected to the Atlantic Ocean, not far from the meadow, brought back a taste of that unpleasent day when Mildred had snapped at Rob, breaking the ties of friendship. "Sophie, you have to know that if we go back there, that skeleton of Mrs. Holter, laying in the boat, will surely still be afloat. Do you think Aunt Millie would...ah...injure herself like that lady did 60 years ago?" Patrick shuddered as he spoke. Both were well aware that Mrs. Holter had committed suicide after queer events at the Light House. Sophie understood exactly what her brother meant when he asked if Mildred had 'injured' herself. After a pause she shook her head. "Aunt Mildred would NEVER kill herself Patrick. She knows that we depend on her. But I know that she HAS GONE to that pond, and I'll go nuts if we don't find out why! Let's go!" Patrick nodded firmly. The children packed a basket with bread, cheese and cold ham, just in case the trip took longer than expected. After wrapping up in scarves, felt hats, and long trench coats, the children set out, determined to find their god-mother.
Treking across the brown meadows, and fighting against the winds tired both boy and girl, but finally, within half an hour, they had made their way down a steep slope, and onto the shore. They steered clear of the ledge that had crumbled beneath them on the first venture to the pool-side. From where the were now, the pond lay a hundred paces forward. Running with every ounce of perserverence, both youths reached the edge. Bewildered, they watched their Aunt, having waded knee-deep into the depths, her back turned against them, as she over-turned the old boat, and let the skeleton drop deep into the water around her!
Both Sophie and Patrick let out terrified screams. Sophie began to fear she had been wrong about what she had told Patrick, was Mildred going to hurt herself?
Surprised, the young god-mother whirled around. Her face held a broad smile! "Ah-ha! You caught me fixing up a surprise!" Mildred's eyes twinkled like they had never before. Her joyful countenance had returned! Sophie's mouth dropped open, and Patrick's heart lifted slightly. "What are you doing? We thought you'd gone mad!" He exclaimed. Mildred shook her head. "I need to get to town. I need to see Rob!" She confidently pointed to the boat. "This will last long enough for us to get to he harbor northward. Then we'll take a cab to the center of town." She beamed and, gleefully, Sophie began to understand. "You're not going to die..like that skeleton?" she asked. Mildred's eyes popped! "Of course not dear! I love you! Oh...come here!" The loving woman wadded back to the bank and stepped out, then she embraced both of her 'children.' "I would never leave you too! You've gone through so much hurt loosing both you parents! Don' be afraid of loosing me as well!" She placed a hand on each youth's shoulder and grinned merrily. "Early this morning, about five a.m, a telegraph came for me from Rob! He paid a boy to come all the way out here! He said he was worried about us. He hasn't come because the flew has gone around in town. He says that the sickness has finally stopped spreading, but he still needs to check-up on patients. Also, Rob promised to come in a week, but I want to see him now!" Her smile fadded. "I made a big mistake yelling at him, you guys. I was very upset for some time." She cock'd her head. "You noticed, didn't you?" They both nodded. She sighed. "I am so SORRY I worried you! That was wrong of me." Her smile reappeared. "You guys up for a boat ride this afternoon? I think the wind is dying down. Why don't we get suppiles at the cabin, light the lamp in the tower earlier, and make a trip of it?" She asked. Patrick glanced to the sky, th sun was reappearing, and the waves were calm. He chuckled. "I think that skeleton has used the boat long enough! Let's go!" Sophie nodded in agreement. "I need to get away for a bit!" She laughed.
Adventure was Brewing, once again, for Mildred Kingston, and she was determined to embrace it!
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Aug. 1, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 15
SPLASH! Mildred, Rob, Sophie and Patrick went gliding down the grassy ledge and landed within moments into the still, erie waters of the pool below. Breathless Mildred burst out of the chilly waters first. Teeth a-chatter, she scanned her surroundings. The pool, about 20 feet by 18 feet, had a gentle tide-flow coming from a small opening leading to the crashing sea. It's like a large tide pool, She decided, But a very spooky tide pool at that! Instantly, Sophie surfaced, hair dripping into her face and her faded green print smock drooping like a full sponge. "Aunt Mildred, I do believe we're in a bind!" Flinging her hair out of her face, she gave a frustrated sigh and smiled at her god-mother. Mildred stared, then embraced the girl with a kiss, thinking, I can't believe this is the girl who was afraid of the train! Why, she would have been crying after this incident had it occured three months ago! Just then a surge of maternal anxiety rushed through the young woman's body and, quiting the embrace took hold of Sophie's shoulder and exclaimed, "Where is PATRICK!" But Sophie hadn't a chance to reply, a famous whistle came from behind. "Having a touching moment are we? Why don't we kick-up the drama and have a soggy boy come running in to make the picture perfect?" Smirking, Patrick rushed forward with twinkling eyes. Embraces followed. "I'm so glad you are O.K! But, I'm afraid, dear Patrick, you'll have to join Sophie and I on a shopping trip next time Rob takes us......." Mildred paused, "Where is that man anyway?" She swirled around the icy water searchingly. "There he is! Come on!" All three dashed toward one side of the pool where Rob was circling around a rickety boat that held a skeleton inside! "What's going on?" Mildred pushed her way quietly to the Dr. and gazed quizicly into his grave eyes. Protectingly, he put an arm around her wet shoulders a drew her in, while motioning for the youths to gather around his other side. "This corpse here is ancient." He explained. "It must be decades old!" His words sounded haunting in themselves. Sophie whispered, "Rob, why hasn't the wooden boat rotted and sunk?" The man smiled at the girl with a fatherly affection. "The bottom is lined extremly well with tar. Almost as if this person, now a skeleton, knew he or she was going to die." His voice melted away and his stare became fixed on the body for several moments. All at once, he leaned over the boat and scooted some bones over. "Hey, look Mildred! What do you make of this. He handed a small wooden box to the woman beside him. "It's just like the ones I sold in my store back in Walnut County! Except...it's cedar...and it looks...well stained...almost like the person KNEW it would have to endure many rains!" Glancing questioningly at Rob, she lifted the lid, the other's leaned in. "A letter!" Breathed Sophie. "I believe the envelope has a name, Rob, can you make it out?" Mildred set the box back in the boat and shifted the small parcel from her hand to Rob's. There fingers touched momentarily and Rob stared at Mildred a second untill she withdrew. Patrick raised an eye-brow at Sophie who grinned. Rob interrupted the silence by glancing at the package and dictating, "It says, To William Holter." As if struck with an empowering idea, Mildred clutched the Dr.'s arm and tilted her head. He nodded. " That was the man who came to town half starved, and who's family disappeared from the property." He outlined the thought that buzzed through Mildred's brain and added "It goes along with the ghost story!" He paused then, coming out of thought exclaimed, "Here, let me open it, ah ha! Here we are. It's dated 1868! The year the Holter's went missing!" Rob's body vibrated in awe and the other's insisted he read the yellow piece of paper aloud to them. He consented readily. All fell silent as Rob began...
Dear William,
Here you will find me-dead-when... if...you return. You have been so long this past winter in town-I dare think no longer that you live. So I die-just as the Lady of Shallot.
Our daughter died, Will. Of Cholera! You weren't here. No one was here! I can't think it is your fault we moved here as keepers-but this place is cursed and we should have never come...ever!
In life and Death
~Your wife,
Susanna M. Holter
Rob ended the recitation in silence. Queer expressions covered the faces of all as the group wadded from the pool back to the cottage. Alone once more, Susanna Holter was left to rest with her precious wooden box, but for the first time in 60 years, it was deprived of a letter.
Back at home, Mildred fetched some towels and turned on the broiler to heat the cottage. Snuggled in chairs, Sophie, Patrick, and Rob stared into space. Mildred finally settled into her own chair with a sigh. Instantly, Rob broke from his day-dream and scooted his own seat next to Mildred's and grabbed her hand into his own. She started, surprised by his vigor. "You understand, don't you?" he inquired. She shook her head. "Millie! That skeleton was SUSANNA HOLTER! We can know right now for certain that no stupid ghost carried her away! This is good!" Mildred frowned in response. "This is not good Rob. Anyone can agree that someone committing suicide is as bad as being carried away by a ghost!" Heaving a sigh, she slumped in her seat. Never fazed when his dear friend forgot to act like a lady, Rob continued. "Millie! Don't you want this place to be restored? Don't you want the towns-people to respect your job? I can't even get my Aunt Berniece here because she is so afraid of it!" Rob's hands waved in entusiasm and he stared at Mildred with questioning eyes. "Don't you want this place to be known for something heroic instead of creepy?" Mildred's eyes flashed. "Finding a corpse with a ancient letter won't make this place less 'creepy' Rob." Her voice tightened. Rob began to feel angry. "You're content to let others just stay away from here and avoid you, Mildred? I thought you were more sensable than that?" Rob's fiery words hit Mildred's nerves. Sophie and Patrick watched, dazed, as they witnessed a fight that had just broken out. "I'm sensible Rob! I know what people will believe and what they won't! Now take back what you said! I am sensible!" She leaned over into the Dr.'s face and stared angerly into his eyes. Rob Denker's face eased slightly, but not a lot. "You are sensible Millie." He said coldly. "But I want you to know that I only meant to help you clear the name of this property." He swallowed and returned Mildred's stare, becoming a little frustrated he added, "I only want the best home for Sophie and Patrick!" Mildred's eyes popped. She had been prepared to forgive the man before his last retort. However, after his last verse, she was outraged. Her feelings gushing out in one loud scream, Mildred cried "I care about them too Rob Denkler! I'd do anything for them! Get out........NOWWWWWWW!" Not expecting such a violent reaction, Rob jumped to his feet and paused. Any moment he expected her to apologize, but none came. Instead, Mildred sobbed a deep wet flood of tears. Sophie and Patrick soon gathered their wits and attempted to calm their god-mother. She was unconsolable, and turning once last time to Rob, whispered, "Out."
Completely shocked at Mildred's emotions, Rob hurried toward the door. His anger was now gone and he reproved himself for getting frustrated with her.
Once outside, he was stopped by Sophie, running after him. "Please...you must come back in a couple of days! Don't go away forever!" sobbing herself, the girl clung onto the man in fear. He kindly assured her that nothing could keep him away forever. "Just take care of her for me, I never meant to hurt her like that." He said sadly. Sophie started to settle down, and wiping her tears, nodded. Before letting him go though-she tilted her head and asked slyly, "Do you love Aunt Mildred?" Rob was stunned. This was not a question he expected after what had just happened between himself and Mildred. I was so rude, how can Sophie ask this of me? He pondered the question for a second and began to feel something strange, but unfamilar. His heart-beat fast, and slowly, glancing down whispered, "I don't know." Sophie's lip twitched and Rob thought he detected a smile. This vague answer certainly seemed to satisfy Sophie! Driving away, Rob felt completely confused. Did he love Mildred? How could he think about this after such a fight? Was Sophie more aware of his feelings than he was? Deep down did he love Mildred...and was that why he wanted to clear the name of Blue Rock Light House, because he loved her? He didn't know. But he would soon!
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Aug. 1, 2008 - Journey to the Sea LETTER PICTURE
Journey to the Sea Extra:
Here is the letter found with the corpse that lay in the boat.
