Spring has sprung,
the grass is riz,
I wonder where
the birdies is...
My Dad used to quote this-I don't know if my great aunt Hallie invented it or if it is an old poem from another source. Anyway the birdies is here! Every morning is a chorus of different birds as they migrate and move in and out of the area.
My great aunt, who we just called Hallie, was one of my grandmother's two sisters. I remember her as an old lady married to a slightly nasty little man named Albert. They lived down the road in a tiny shack they called the Doghouse. Everything inside was painted red, the outhouse was attached to the back and they had an actual root cellar. My dad eventually built them a little house around the one good room of the Doghouse, tearing down the rest. There they lived till Albert died and Hallie (a few years later) went to a nursing home.
Hallie and Albert used to spend their days walking from the center of town up the street to my grandparent's farm just up the road from us. They would visit several people throughout the day, passing gossip from house to house, smoking their corncob pipes and umm-umming between gossipy tidbits. Albert had nicknames for everyone--I was Goldilocks, a neighbor was Little Penny P...., No Bigger than a Dime, there was a woman called Itchyfoot. They were legends in our small town.
|Love the coveralls!|
|Fur over baggy blue jeans|
I inherited a couple of Hallie's photo albums--the pictures show what a character she was, even as a girl. She often dressed as a man and hammed it up with cigars and wine bottles. She and her friends camped out and hung around in Enosberg Falls, Vermont. There are pictures of her with her sisters and brother and their mother, my great grandmother, who died before I was born. It was so good to see them as young people, and see how they lived. This picture of Hallie in her white dress inspired some of my "Victorian Cheek" note cards (above). Pictures in the older album inspired many other art pieces, including my "Ghosts of Christmases Past" ornaments.
I now seek vintage pictures and albums at tag sales and antique stores. Pictures tell stories, and each one of us might see a different story in any given picture. In case you hadn't noticed, I love taking my own pictures. I am surrounded by humor and beauty--if I can capture some of it, what fun!
I'm currently petsitting for a couple of little yippy dogs. I call them Zippy and Humpy, for reasons I won't go into here. Their owner was amazed when I told her they are sitting quietly-evidently they seldom sit still for her. Often people tell me their dogs are so calm when they come back. My theory is that I bore them into a coma, as I spend lots of petsitting time on the computer or watching TV.
|Ellie, aka Humpy|
Happy Spring, all!