The Memory Keeper’s Dress

Every few generations in each family there comes along an individual who has a predestined path.

Known as The Memory Keeper this person is the family member who gathers and combines together photographs and stories from our present day lives and those of our ancestors, saving and recording memorabilia that would otherwise become lost or forgotten.

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In my family I am this generation’s Memory Keeper.

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Several generations before me there was Margaret, my Grandfather’s sister. Through her son now passed many of the stories and photographs she shared with her only child, he passed down to me.

Margaret carried a memory book with her wherever she went, recording daily events as they transpired.

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They say every picture tells a story. What do you think this one says about Margaret with this young park bear?

I think she looks more innocent than brave and that the bear appears as young and naive as she; happily enjoying the attentions of such a lovely girl.

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Margaret kept a collection of photographs that have become family treasures, such as this one of Gordon Highlander, her brother during a visit to Dingman’s Ferry in Pennsylvania standing proud before tall Hollyhocks.

It is expected and required that every Memory Keeper create a sacred vessel in which to house their family’s stories. This vessel is then cast with an enchantment by fairy folk to become a unique one of a kind register of a family’s tales.

Memory vessels are sacred for they carry the dreams, wishes and memories from previous generations to the present day. Passed down from one generation to the next they can serve as inspiration, offering guidance for those seekers that come after, so they know they are never alone, their ancestors are always by their side.

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Margaret created two sacred vessels, a leather bound book she carried everywhere recording as she went and an embroidered box which held photographs the previous Memory Keeper passed to her.

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When my turn came for making a sacred vessel of my own I waited until the evening of the first Full Moon of Autumn; then called upon the Home Place Fairies along with my ancestors for guidance and inspiration.

 

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The fairies whispered, “use what you have at hand”.  All around me I saw an abundance of discarded cardboard and so with the remains of several large boxes I set about to construct my own unique memory vessel.

Being a Fairy Seamstress it seemed a natural choice that I might create some article of clothing, and so I decided upon a dress, a dress made entirely of cardboard into which I would place my family’s memories.

 

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I collected large boxes from my basement; I stomped up and down happily hopping on them to flatten and then carefully cut them into large pieces. Next I painted each piece of cardboard with three coats of fresh white paint on both sides.  As I worked I noticed fairies arrived, sparkling and whispering at my side.

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Then I  began to sketch on the cardboard as a bodice appeared. I cut out the bodice and manipulated the cardboard “fabric” into a three dimensional shape which I glued together with a hot glue gun..

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The fairies in their excitement began sprinkling fairy dust on every piece of cardboard I’d painted in soft shades of pink.

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Next I was cutting and painting cardboard petals.,

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cardboard butterflies…

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and cardboard leaves which I painted a gentle shade of green.

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I was so inspired that I worked all through many days and several nights as a dress took form.

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The fairies whispered,“wings”, and I was happy to oblige.

 

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I cut and glued together one large cardboard rose,  flowers followed.

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Before me a lovely cardboard fairy dress had taken form. Inspired by my ancestors and encouraged by the fairies I had created my own unique vessel in which to hold my family’s dreams, stories and memories.

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Wings enchanted with fairy dust, came to life on a dress made of cardboard inspired by fairies and ancestors who lived before me.

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Every Memory Keeper must present a book of their own; the Fairies whispered to me…”Cardboard, cardboard, it’s in your bone, make a book to house those stories that are your family’s all alone.”

And so I did.

 

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So I cut and bent more cardboard, I painted, I drew…and a beautiful book began to emerge filling with the stories of ancestors past.

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A moth, a Sacred Luna Moth”, the Fairies whispered and I complied adding the finishing touch.

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On the eleventh day the dress and book were done, a welcome vessel in which to contain all my families memories, past, present and yet to come.

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Look about yourself at the material you have at hand to create your own memory vessel and you too can turn the ordinary into the extra-ordinary.

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Some Fairy Fun Facts:

Robert Gair invented the folding cardboard box quite by accident in Brooklyn NY in 1879.

Robert was born in Edinburgh Scotland on July 31st 1839 and came alone to America in 1853 at age 14 to meet his father who had traveled on ahead.

Gair opened his first paper factory on Chambers Street in Manhattan during the year 1864.

He gave his employees one day off a week in which to tend their to gardens.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 79th Scottish Highlanders Left to right ,

Captain Robert Gair standing

1st Lieutenant Lawrence Beattie seated

and James Arnott

 

 

Tiny Wonders

The temperatures are cooling down and the first snowflakes have fallen on the north side of this small mountain in Maine,

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During the shorter darker days of November there can be a temptation to dream of warmer hours in the garden with fairy folk.

 

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Though truly whatever season, the natural world is simply wonderful.

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It’s a Blue Sky Day

This morning presented as a spectacularly warm and wonderful blue sky November day so I decided to go visit the Home Place Fairy Folk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This time of year they do not leave their cozy winter chambers unless the temperatures rise and the sky is blue, and then they flutter outdoors, flying and dancing , happy as only fairies can be!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Taking the opportunity to enjoy this fine day together I walked with my fairy friends who flew to the Magic Waterfall hidden deep within the Forest of Possibilities. We kept an eye out for our good friend Sir William Lion, a noble Troll Guardian of the falls. Sir William lives beneath the falls in a spacious cave lined with tourmaline and rock crystals.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sir William is rather solitary and can be surly but he’s big and tender with a heart of gold.

Unfortunately we did not see him today as he was away foraging for edibles.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On our return to the fairy’s chambers we spotted a little girl all alone on Blue Fairy Hill gazing at the sun which had just begun to set.

The fairies and I couldn’t help but wonder what her dreams might be.

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Remember your dreams define you, they have the power to give you wings.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“The same substance composes us…the tree overhead, the stone beneath us, the bird, the beast, the star, we are all one, all moving to the same end.”

P.L. Travers, Mary Poppins

 

 

Have a Fairy Fine Thanksgiving

The day before Thanksgiving; a welcome rain falls.

Yesterday, grand children wrote a welcome to the fairies on our greenhouse door hoping to lure them from their winter chambers one last time.

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It appears to have worked, as all of a sudden the little greenhouse filled with fairy dust; twinkled and glowed!

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In the afternoon a fox-child looks out from a window, happy to see fairies taking flight. The fox-child knows no heavy snow is predicted for the night.

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Meanwhile deep in the forest of evergreens, a little girl helps her grandfather gather boughs before the sun sets on the horizon, a small group of Home Place Fairy Folk accompany her wherever she goes.

Late in the day she heads home with grandfather for hot chocolate.

All of the fairies return to their winter chambers and the fox-child returns to where ever it is that fox-children go.

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Just before dark a light snow falls and Old Horse returns to his stable for a meal of hay and grain.

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Fairies and children are snug in their beds when night arrives.

During the deepest, darkest hours of a November night a light snow falls, winds howl and the fox-child does too.

When morning comes the sun shines on Thanksgiving Day.

Inside the greenhouse left over fairy dust continues to glimmer and glow.

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Here at the Farm our Thanksgiving turkey is roasted and the first child to see it cheers.

Why those dear little Home Place Fairies have sprinkled our turkey with fairy dust ground precious and fine!

A  fairy dusted roast turkey is a gift of appreciation from fairy folks to humans who honor the natural world.

Our  fairy seasoned turkey is filled with gratefulness, joy and good tidings.

Those who eat this bird will feel fulfillment and have an abundance of holiday cheer.

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Have A Fairy Fine Thanksgiving Holiday!

And you never know maybe, just maybe there might be a  fox-child or Home Place Fairy peeking out at you!

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Wit and Wisdom Amongst the Boughs of a Giant Wolf River Apple Tree

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I know nothing with any certainty,

but the sight of the stars makes me dream.”

Vincent van Gogh

 

 

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is tomorrow, which is very exciting, and made all the more so by the welcome gifts of gratitude Fairy Folk leave around our farm.

For an entire week leading up to Thanksgiving members of the Fairy Kingdom leave offerings of thanks for all the enchanted clothing I have sewn or mended for them over the year. They are grateful that the Wizard and I have maintained our gardens, woodlands and organic blueberry barrens where fairies and wildlings together mingle and grow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Foxchild, one of my very best friends has been keeping an eye out for the Elves, Brownies, Hobgoblins, Pixies, Sprites and Trolls (to name just a few)  who come ahead of time when no one is looking;  leaving the most delicious surprises which I will serve to family and friends.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Look what Nora Russell, a Troll from the Knoll left for me this morning at the entrance to the Enchanted Forest.

Why it’s one of her Trolly Delicious Flourless Chocolate Cakes!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nora, like most Trolls is a very accomplished chief. Each year for as long as I can remember  she has left us one of these exquisite cakes.

This year’s cake is topped with fresh pomegranate seeds and walnuts, set in a herbal bed of fragrant rosemary. Yum.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nora’s husband William Edwin is gifted composer and violinist, and Nora as well as being a fine chief has a lovely soprano voice. Nora and Edwin perform together with the Grand Troll Opera, and they are about as romantic a couple as you could ever hope meet. Only chances are you will not meet them because Trolls are notoriously shy of humans, so encounters seldom happen.

However if you have a fair amount of patience and a keen ear you might hear, when the breeze is just right; after the wind has died down, William Edwin Troll playing his mesmerizing Marguerite Waltz on Violin as his friend Belya Troll accompanies him on piano.

 

Live your own great story out loud and remember to thank those whose gentle acts of kindness have touched you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We know it’s a different kind of year and things are not quite the same, but the world has a wonderful way of righting itself with time.

A Very Happy Holiday to All of You Near and Far!

Happy Thanksgiving from The Home Place Fairies!

 

 

Memories Forever Within

A thick grey fog rolled into and over the back meadows and gardens this morning,

It is dusk now and that fog is still here.

After a series of seemingly endless days of November gray I find myself dreaming of summer.

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I dream of fairy folk dancing in the meadows scattering fairy dust at work and at play.

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I dream of Old Horse standing sentry, watching over my gardens on a warm sunny day.

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I think of Grand Fafa and how he watches over each and every one of us as he always did and continues to do so day after day.

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Memories warm us from within, coloring even the grayest of days with the brilliance of all we have loved.

 

Woodn’t You Know It

Here in Maine wood is used as a heat source and all sorts of wood burning stoves warm many a mortals home from within.

As  November rolls around more often than not the ground is gently blanketed under a light coating of white snow.

The ground remains bare of winter white and the temperatures are warm enough for fairy folk to leave their cozy chambers where they happily flutter and dance outdoors in the crisp fresh air.

Recently in a sleepy little town not far from the sea, a group of Home Place Fairies came upon a meticulously stacked wood pile.

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Without corners, this wood pile was well rounded and humped.

The Home Place Fairies thought it the most beautiful wood pile they had ever seen.

They were delighted thoughtful humans had taken so much care to honor a tree that gave up his wood for fires that would keep their family home warm.

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The Fairies were so delighted that they sprinkled the wood pile with enchanted fairy dust adding extra warmth to each and every fire these humans would light to warm their home.

Then the Fairies returned to their chambers, happy to have discovered humans appreciative enough to honor a once living tree.

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For whatever reason the day after and the day after that were just as warm as the ones before and the Fairy Folk  again left their chambers for fresh air.

Deciding to pay another visit to the beautifully stacked wood pile they were delighted to see the homeowners had begun stacking another pile of wood  just as beautifully but with a message for the Fairy Folk embedded within.

And wouldn’t you know it, this message set the little Fairies hearts all a flutter.

 

 

 

Morning Sunrise

Early November in Maine can be rather nippy and chill.

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The sunrise viewed over our back meadow, is glorious and ever changing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The early morning sky can become a vibrant palate of colors  swiftly changing until the sun herself has fully risen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As winter approaches the Home Place Fairies slumber late into the day; nestled deep within their cozy winter chambers inside an ancient oak tree.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On occasion I visit with the fairies before the deep snow of winter sets in.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Old Horse is Guardian of the Home Place Fairies.

He stands sentry, guarding the secret entrance to their winter chambers.

Old Horse Guardian of the Home Place Fairies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Long ago he was enchanted by the fairies and though he ages, he never grows old.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Magic surrounds us, all one has to do is look.

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Tiny wonders surround us each and everyday.

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All one has to do is look.

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