MaryJanesFarm Farmgirl Connection
Join in ... sign up
 
Home | Profile | Register | Active Topics | Members | Search | FAQ
Username:
Password:
Save Password        REGISTER
Forgot your Password?

 All Forums
 General Chat Forum
 Reading Room
 Anne of Green Gables Round Robin Story
 New Topic  Reply to Topic
 Printer Friendly
Next Page
Author Reading Room: Previous Topic Anne of Green Gables Round Robin Story Next Topic
Page: of 2

EnchantedWoodsGirl
True Blue Farmgirl

959 Posts

Kathy
New Jersey
USA
959 Posts

Posted - May 25 2006 :  9:26:00 PM  Show Profile
Okay gals, her is the beginning of the story - someone jump in and write some more...

Anne awoke to the bright June sun as it made a dappled pattern on the blue and yellow patchwork quilt across her bed. For a moment, she was mezmerized by the pattern the warm sun made as it shown through the delicate lace curtains that hung on the east gable window. As the early morning breeze fluttered the curtains, the sweet heady scent of early June roses wafted up to meet Anne's nose. Anne smiled and thought of the fairy bower of small pink roses that grew on the white trellis beneath her window. How perfect that Marilla had chose this room for her! Deep inside, Anne knew Marilla was a kindred spirit and she did have imaginings even though she would have told Anne "fiddlesticks!" Roses always made Anne's heart glad; they made her think of lovers walking hand-in-hand dreamily gazing into each other's eyes, they also made her think of the flushed and pink pudgy cheeks of a baby and their pure innocent smell. Even though Anne was still mad at God for giving her "carrot red" hair as Gilbert Blythe had called it, she could not totally dislike God for making those perfectly pink roses she adored so.

"Tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet." The words that her teacher, Miss Stacey had said yesterday filled her mind with hopefulness. Soon school would be dismissed for the summer, and days of adventure waited patiently on the horizon for Anne and her bosum friend, Diana Berry. The girls had already been planning things to do for the summer ~ strawberry picking to make heart shaped jam tarts - and a picnic, yes, they had to have a summer picnic.

Anne had already found the most delightful place for their picnic, and it was terribly romantic too. She and Diana had found a tiny abandoned cemetery nearly overgrown with old boxwood shrubs, and along the ancient white iron fence grew the most tiny pink elegant rosebuds anne could ever remember seeing. They would be just the thing for making nosegay bouquets, or she and Diana could weave fairy crowns for their hair with the honeysuckle that also grew rampant among the trees bordering the old graveyard. There were still plenty of purple velvety wood violets too that they could pick. Anne's stomach gave her a flip-floppy feeling as she thought about the picnic. Nothing could be more perfect and Anne's heart filled with anticipation as she bounded out of bed.

Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/

CabinCreek-Kentucky
True Blue Farmgirl

8529 Posts

Frannie
Green County Kentucky
USA
8529 Posts

Posted - May 26 2006 :  2:46:26 PM  Show Profile
Anne's BABY-PINKS "TUSSIE MUSSIE"

collect about 14 to 16 pink 'fairie roses' .. from your own garden .. or ask a kindly neighbor if you may gather some from her garden. Add a handfull of snow-white gypsophila and some frondy fern leaves that you might find at the edge of the forest.
Most important .. find one red rose for the center of your tussie mussie.

Trim the rose stems and twist each flower onto a medium-thick wire cut to about 8 inches long. Center your red rose and surround it with the gypsophila.

Next ... arrange the 'pinks' around the red rose. Then add a little more gypsophila around this circle and finally a 'collar' of leaves all around.

Starting at the top of your tussie mussie (but beneath the blossoms) wrap the wire and stems together with pink and white satin ribbons ... and when you reach the bottom .. wrap back up to where you began. Tie off tightly and leave trails of ribbons streaming down the stems.

Now take a walk with Anne and present your Tussie Mussie to the kindly neighbor that allowed you to pick her 'baby pinks'.

True Friends, Frannie

My KENTUCKY RAMBLINGS 'blog':
http://cabincreekfarm-kentucky.blogspot.com/
Go to Top of Page

CabinCreek-Kentucky
True Blue Farmgirl

8529 Posts

Frannie
Green County Kentucky
USA
8529 Posts

Posted - May 26 2006 :  3:01:17 PM  Show Profile
Anne enjoyed sitting in a grassy spot under the big apple tree which when the wind blew and the leaves fluttered ... dappled her book with sparkling sun and misty shade .. it reminded her of little elves darting back and forth across the page.

She was, this day, looking for receipts for the picnic she and Diana would be having soon. One of Anne's favorite writers and artists was Tasha Tudor .. and she happened to have a book by her of 'old-fashioned gifts' .. and thought she might find something special in these pages.

And indeed, she discovered the receipt for Butter-Jam Cookies .. which she will share now with you for when you have a picnic with your best friend.

BUTTER-JAM COOKIES

Ingredients:
1 cup of butter
2/3 cup of sugar
1 egg (fresh off a nearby farm)
2-1/2 cups of sifted flour
1/2 teaspoon of salt
1 teaspoon of vanilla
JAM: (raspberry or strawberry .. or whatever might be your favorite)
powdered sugar

Materials
mixing bowl with utensils
waxed paper
rolling pin
3/4" round, fluted-edged cookie cutter
small heart-shaped canape cutter
ungreased cookie sheet
sifter

1. Preheat the oven to 350 degres. Cream together the butter and sugar until light and soft. Add the egg and beat it with the butter-sugar mixture. Add the sifted flour, salt, and vanilla. Mix the ingredients thoroughly and form into a ball. Wrap the dough in waxed paper and tightly wrap the dough-ball in more waxed paper and refrigerate the dough for several hours.

2. Roll out the dough and cut out an even number of cookies with the cookie cutter. For each completed cookie you will need to cut out two rounds. Use the small canape cutter to cut a heart shape out of the middle of half of the rounds. These halves, with the heart-shaped holes in the center, will be the tops of the cookies.

3. Place the cookies without the holes on the cookie sheet, and put a small spoonful of jam on them. Top each of the halves with a cookie with a hole, and seal them around the edges. Bake until golden brown. Remove to a cooling rack. When the cookies have thoroughly cooled, use a sifter to sprinkle the tops with powdered sugar. Dab a little more jam in the heart cut-outs.

Share some of these with your neighbors and store some in a covered tin for your picnic.

ohhh .. Anne is becoming more and more excited with the prospect of their picnic .. and is wondering what she should wear.

True Friends, Frannie

My KENTUCKY RAMBLINGS 'blog':
http://cabincreekfarm-kentucky.blogspot.com/
Go to Top of Page

EnchantedWoodsGirl
True Blue Farmgirl

959 Posts

Kathy
New Jersey
USA
959 Posts

Posted - May 27 2006 :  06:18:02 AM  Show Profile
Come on girls, I know you all have a creative spark in you...... is Frannie the only one brave enough to venture into Anne's world. Close your eyes and just imagine that you are in Anne's world.......

Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/

Go to Top of Page

EnchantedWoodsGirl
True Blue Farmgirl

959 Posts

Kathy
New Jersey
USA
959 Posts

Posted - May 27 2006 :  07:12:01 AM  Show Profile
The kitchen at Green Gables was bright and cheerful. Dark blue calico curtains interspersed with tiny bunches of red and blue flowers and a ruffled edge decorated the kitchen windows. The long farmhouse table was meagerly adorned with hand sewn placemats made by Marilla and Rachel Lynde. Anne smiled when she saw that Marilla had not thrown out the flowers Anne had brought in yesterday afternoon, but rather had placed them in an old milk glass teapot (that was missing its cover) at the center of the table. The purple and blue pansies seemed to be smiling at Anne this morning. Anne knew the secret language of flowers and trees, if you were very kind to them and talked to them, they rewarded you with the most joyful of blossoms. Marilla thought it was silly of Anne to speak to plants.

She liked the old name for pansies better, heartsease – after all, they did ease any aching in your heart. However much she tried, she could not help but feel sad when she looked at the plant called Bleeding Heart. And although it was a most lovely plant with tiny hearts that seemed to be dropping from the long elegant stems, the hearts looked like they had tiny pearl teardrops dripping off of them. Looking at them gave Anne a funny homesick feeling.


Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/

Go to Top of Page

EnchantedWoodsGirl
True Blue Farmgirl

959 Posts

Kathy
New Jersey
USA
959 Posts

Posted - May 27 2006 :  07:31:46 AM  Show Profile
Okay, it is revised now - I am adding more to it as I go along! I am having a blast doing this!!!!

Anne awoke to the bright June sun as it made a dappled pattern on the blue and yellow patchwork quilt across her bed. For a moment, she was mesmerized by the pattern the warm sun hade as it shown through the delicate lace curtains that hung on the east gable window.

As the early morning breeze fluttered the curtains, the sweet heady scent of early June roses wafted up to meet Anne’s nose. Anne smiled and thought of the fairy bower of small pink roses that grew on the white trellis beneath her window. How perfect that Marilla had chose this room for her!

Roses always made Anne’s heart glad; they made her think of lovers walking hand-in-hand dreamily gazing into each other’s eyes, they also make her think of the sweet innocent smell of a baby and a baby’s flushed pink pudgy cheeks. Even though Anne was still made at God for giving her “carrot” red hair, as Gilbert Blythe had so rudely called it, she could not totally dislike Him for making those perfectly pink roses she adored so.

“Tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet.” The prophetic words that her teacher, Miss Stacey had said to the class yesterday filled her mind with hopefulness. Anne was known for her ability to attract trouble although she did not mean to, but this summer would be different she vowed. Soon school would be dismissed for the summer, and days of adventure waited patiently on the horizon for Anne and her bosom friend, Diana Berry, to enjoy. The girls had already been planning things to do for the summer ~ strawberry picking to make heart shaped jam tarts, and a picnic, yes; they had to have a summer picnic!

Anne had already found the most delightful (although some may beg to differ) place for their picnic, and it was terribly romantic too. She and Diana had found a tiny cemetery nearly overgrown with old boxwood bushes, and along the ancient iron fence surrounding it, grew the tiniest pink perfect rosebuds Anne could ever remember seeing. They would be just perfect for making nosegays, or she and Diana would weave wreaths for their hair with the honeysuckle that also grew rampant among the trees bordering the old graveyard. There were still plenty of wood violets in bloom too that they could pick. Anne’s stomach gave her a flip-floppy feeling as she thought about the picnic. Nothing could be more perfect, and Anne’s heart filled with anticipation.


The kitchen at Green Gables was bright and cheerful. Dark blue calico curtains interspersed with tiny bunches of red and blue flowers and a ruffled edge decorated the kitchen windows. The long farmhouse table was meagerly adorned with hand sewn placemats made by Marilla and Rachel Lynde. Anne smiled when she saw that Marilla had not thrown out the flowers Anne had brought in yesterday afternoon, but rather had placed them in an old milk glass teapot (that was missing its cover) at the center of the table. The purple and blue pansies seemed to be smiling at Anne this morning. Anne knew the secret language of flowers and trees, if you were very kind to them and talked to them, they rewarded you with the most joyful of blossoms and often, they would talk back to you.
She liked the old name for pansies better, heartsease – after all, they did ease any aching in your heart. However much she tried, she could not help but feel sad when she looked at the plant called Bleeding Heart. And although it was a most lovely plant with tiny hearts that seemed to be dropping from the long elegant stems, the hearts looked like they had tiny pearl teardrops dripping off of them. Looking at them gave Anne a funny homesick feeling.


Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/

Go to Top of Page

MaryJane
Queen Bee

15013 Posts

MaryJane
Moscow Idaho
USA
15013 Posts

Posted - May 27 2006 :  07:59:41 AM  Show Profile
Darn. I haven't time to dream with you, Kathy and Frannie. Instead, I'm writing a column today, setting up a new pasture for my Momma cow, etc...but this adventure you've devised gives me the same "flippy-floppy" feeling Lucy Maud Montgomery does! "Oh, this is a day left over from Eden, isn't it, Diana?...and Anne sighed for sheer happiness." Thanks Kathy!!!! (Have you considered some sequels??? You indeed have the knack--one eighth Wordsworth, one fourth Montgomery and 5/8 farmgirl!) "And oh, do smell the dying fir! It's coming up from the little sunny hollow where Mr. Eben Wright has been cutting fence poles. Bliss it is on such a day to be alive; but to smell dying fir is very heaven."
Go to Top of Page

asnedecor
True Blue Farmgirl

1054 Posts

Anne
Portland Or
USA
1054 Posts

Posted - May 27 2006 :  08:11:05 AM  Show Profile
Kathy -

I have been thinking hard on how I can join in, so here it goes -

Anne decided she must get started on packing her and Diane's picnic if she was to be done in time before it was too hot outside. First she had to make the butter & jam cookies and get them baking while she made sandwiches. She knew that there was roasted chicken in the ice box left over from the other night's dinner, that would make wonderful sandwiches. There were fresh strawberries too picked from the garden the other day.
Anne soon got busy pulling down the large, old wicker picnic basket from the top of the baking cupboard. Inside she found the tins that she could put the sandwiches and cookies in. There were also red checked napkins inside she and Diane could use along with the checked blanket to lay on the ground. Oh Anne giggled with delite as she thought of the fun her and Diane would have that day.


Anne in Portland

"Second star to the right, straight on till morning" Peter Pan

Edited by - asnedecor on May 27 2006 08:11:44 AM
Go to Top of Page

EnchantedWoodsGirl
True Blue Farmgirl

959 Posts

Kathy
New Jersey
USA
959 Posts

Posted - May 27 2006 :  08:51:18 AM  Show Profile
Thank you for the compliment - I have been considering sort of an Anne diary type of thing - or just more stories - lots of good writers out there that is for sure, but I like the old fashioned stuff to be sure. I like to be able to feel as well as write the words.
I will definately work in the wicker picnic basket and gingham checks and the homemade heart-shaped strawberry tarts - wonderful - I think you will enjoy this particular story! Lots of surpises in store!
I have been meaning to keep up with my writing but I get so darned busy here - not enough hours in the day lol - But Anne Girl will continue later today....

Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/

Go to Top of Page

Aunt George
True Blue Farmgirl

1476 Posts

Georgann
Midlothian VA
1476 Posts

Posted - May 27 2006 :  2:45:46 PM  Show Profile
keep going my farmgirl friends. type some for me too. i'm one handed for awhile. i'll jump in as soon as i can. love the story so far.

aunt george
Go to Top of Page

CabinCreek-Kentucky
True Blue Farmgirl

8529 Posts

Frannie
Green County Kentucky
USA
8529 Posts

Posted - May 27 2006 :  3:20:37 PM  Show Profile
oh .. i really MUST find my Anne books! i fear that they are either packed deeply below many other boxes of books in the olde schoolhouse .. or that i gifted them to my daughter or perhaps a friend. I don't remember the story as well as i do The Secret Garden .. and the characters just aren't visiting my 'muse' at this point. I will keep an eye out at antiques shoppes for another lovely olde copy .. and meanwhile .. will probably just keep inserting "receipts" and "gift-crafts" .. as i see in the story the opportunity to do so. (i'm thinking of a surprize 'gift' that Anne will create for her friend Diane).

p.s. are you staying somewhat 'true' to the original story .. or are you walking down other pebbly paths with Anne in your writings?

True Friends, Frannie

My KENTUCKY RAMBLINGS 'blog':
http://cabincreekfarm-kentucky.blogspot.com/
Go to Top of Page

EnchantedWoodsGirl
True Blue Farmgirl

959 Posts

Kathy
New Jersey
USA
959 Posts

Posted - May 27 2006 :  5:21:00 PM  Show Profile
I am trying to stay true to the characters originally written by L.M. Montgomery, but Anne Shirley will have some new exciting and of course, funny adventures. Trust me gals, I am going by memory for most of this, I do have my copy which my sister Shelley had given me that is a three in one volume set, Anne of Green Gables, Anne of Avonlea, and Anne's House of Dreams - this is such a lovely book, it has Megan Follows on the front cover.
I love to be sharing with all of you - seems you have awakened the Muse in me - this could be a very good thing. I love you all for reading what I write - doesn't interest my husband much - hehehe but then again what interests men usually involves a TV, a meal and a scantily clad wife - lol

Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/

Go to Top of Page

EnchantedWoodsGirl
True Blue Farmgirl

959 Posts

Kathy
New Jersey
USA
959 Posts

Posted - May 28 2006 :  07:58:49 AM  Show Profile
Marilla busied herself at the stove. Anne always loved coming down and finding her cooking or sewing at the table. It was ever so much better than getting up alone or worse yet, being up with fractious babies and no other help. Today Marilla had on the bib apron that Anne coveted most. It was made of blue and white gingham checks and had big heart shaped pockets and the whole thing was trimmed in red rickrack. It was an apron that Anne hoped someday to have when she was grown up. Once, she told Marilla that she thought she looked completely elegant in that apron. All Marilla relied to Anne was, “Fiddlesticks!”

Marilla placed a plate of hot pancakes in front of Anne. Anne quietly poured the fresh maple syrup from this past winter on her pancakes and ate in silence.

“What ever has gotten your tongue this morning? Are you sick Anne?” said Marilla, showing concern on her brow.

“Oh no, Marilla, I was just thinking of all the plans that have to be made for the picnic Diana and I are having later this month. I didn’t realize how much one has to plan for a picnic. Why, you have to have napkins and a picnic basket and a blanket to spread on the ground ~ and then there is the food. What ever do you take on a picnic Marilla? I know we are making homemade heart-shaped strawberry tarts and probably fresh lemonade or iced tea with fresh mint sprigs in it. Right now I can’t seem to decide though between sandwiches or fried chicken? What do you think is better Marilla?”

“Anne, Mrs. Barry tells me you are planning on having this picnic in the old Mosswood cemetery.”

“Oh yes Marilla, Diana and I found it by accident one day when we were taking a short cut to avoid the Haunted Wood. It is the most dreamy place I have ever seen! I don’t know why some people are so afraid to walk through a graveyard; no body in there is going to hurt you.”

“I don’t know Anne ~ you surely have some odd ideas about dreamy places. It is just an old overgrown cemetery, there is nothing dreamy or romantic about it”, chided Marilla.

“Oh, but it is dreamy Marilla. It has so many tiny pink roses, hundreds of them, growing on the old iron fence and there are so many boxwood shrubs. I don’t know what it is about boxwood Marilla, but I do so love the smell of them. And when the smell of the boxwood mixes with the roses and the honeysuckle, it is such delicious a smell, I could just die while inhaling it! It is a scent I will keep in my mind forever. And when I get old, I will remember the picnic Diana and I will have had there among those lovely old shrubs.” Anne sighed “And there are the most romantic gravestones Marilla. I have seen some with the most elegant angels perched on top of them and they all are so different and some are so old that they are lopsided in the ground, but I think that only makes them more romantic, don’t you think so Marilla?”

“Mind you aren’t late for school this morning Anne with all the chattering you are doing.”

Anne finished the rest of her breakfast in silence. Today, she and Diana would pick the date for their picnic and later, Anne would look for a picnic basket and linens to take. Anne grabbed her books and headed out the door in a dash for Berry’s Pond – or as she like to call it, “The Lake of Shining Waters”.


Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/


Edited by - EnchantedWoodsGirl on May 28 2006 09:03:56 AM
Go to Top of Page

CabinCreek-Kentucky
True Blue Farmgirl

8529 Posts

Frannie
Green County Kentucky
USA
8529 Posts

Posted - May 28 2006 :  09:34:13 AM  Show Profile
OHHHH .. don't mean to interrupt by not adding to the story .. but i can just SEE Marilla's apron!

Would be wonderful if one or some of you 'apron-makin' farmgirls conjured these up to sell to the rest of us farmgirls!!!


"Marilla had on the bib apron that Anne coveted most. It was made of blue and white gingham checks and had big heart shaped pockets and the whole thing was trimmed in red rickrack."

I will be your first customer and would like to order a second one as a gift for our Enchanted Woods Kathy!!!

xo, Frannie

True Friends, Frannie

My KENTUCKY RAMBLINGS 'blog':
http://cabincreekfarm-kentucky.blogspot.com/
Go to Top of Page

CabinCreek-Kentucky
True Blue Farmgirl

8529 Posts

Frannie
Green County Kentucky
USA
8529 Posts

Posted - May 28 2006 :  10:51:54 AM  Show Profile
As always when Anne visited the Lake, she looked forward in anticipation to the Water Fairies who lined up at the edge of the lake where the waves rippled over the rocks and pebbles and tiptoed to meet the land with a gentle kiss and then timidly jumped back. Sparkling like diamonds in the sunshine, Anne saw these dancing Water Fairies as the "Keepers of the Fishes and the Lilies" that nestled in the small coves off the lake-bed.

Anne carefully spread out the time-worn quilted coverlet that she always carried with her when she knew she would be spending time by the lake or the river-stream and sometimes deep in the forest nesting under her favorite tree .. a large olde oak with a big 'hollow' carved out of its trunk. The coverlet was stitched by her Great Grandmother, Sarah Catherine, and had hundreds of snippets of fabric that she had been told were bits and pieces of clothing that had been worn ... and worn out ... by the many ancestors that came before her .. but whose blood still coursed through her veins. Anne often looked at the small lavendar-hued lines that were so visible on her milk-white skin and sometimes late at night after the lights were out she would press gently at her thin wrist with her fingertips and was sure she could feel the very life of these people connected to her, and without whom, she knew .. she would not be here. The thought always gave her goosebumps. Anne would often declare "if i have a daughter in my future, her name shall be Sarah Catherine".

As Anne lay back on the quilt and looked up into the trees above her .. as always, the leaves waved down to her and she always waved back. Since the beginning of her memories, tree leaves had always brought her a peaceful feeling.

Anne's thoughts drifted to Mosswood Cemetary and she remembered the day she had visited alone and discovered, almost hidden by a thicket of unkempt poppies, a sweet Guardian Angel Tombstone. Anne could feel the earth still under her trembling fingers as she knelt and carefully removed years of soil that had, in time, almost reclaimed the tarnished metal plaque at the feet of the Angel. A rush of 'connection' swept over her as slowly a name revealed itself. "Baby Girl LaFever" ....





True Friends, Frannie

My KENTUCKY RAMBLINGS 'blog':
http://cabincreekfarm-kentucky.blogspot.com/

Edited by - CabinCreek-Kentucky on May 28 2006 11:57:43 AM
Go to Top of Page

CabinCreek-Kentucky
True Blue Farmgirl

8529 Posts

Frannie
Green County Kentucky
USA
8529 Posts

Posted - May 28 2006 :  12:06:53 PM  Show Profile
oooohhhh .. i jus' have to jump in here and tell you a few special memories that crept into this chapter:

(1) i believe in fairies
(2) i believe in angels
(3) Trees and their leaves, have indeed always given me peace.
(4) We had a 'big olde CROOKED TREE in the hollow of the woods at our Maryland Home .. indeed, we named our home after it "Crooked Tree Hollow" .. (as Anne takes a walk through the forest ... more stories and a poem i wrote years ago about the fairies that dwell in the 'hollow of an olde crooked tree' will probably visit this story again.
(5) my own dear Grandmother's name was: Sarah Catherine
(6) the dear 'angel' guardian is a doll that i made (with the help of Cat Mahone) who came to teach this angel to our doll club a few years ago.
(7) there really is an unknown 'baby girl laFever gravestone ... (her story will resurface later in the story). xo, frannie

Do you remember the TV show (when TV's were first invented!) called: I REMEMBER MAMA.
A line from the story that i have never forgotten is: WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW.

True Friends, Frannie

My KENTUCKY RAMBLINGS 'blog':
http://cabincreekfarm-kentucky.blogspot.com/
Go to Top of Page

EnchantedWoodsGirl
True Blue Farmgirl

959 Posts

Kathy
New Jersey
USA
959 Posts

Posted - May 28 2006 :  5:12:56 PM  Show Profile
Hi Frannie - *grins* I am glad you have joined in. I believe in faeries also especially flower faeries and I hug trees and love them dearly. Where did you get that picture of that statue? My Anne girl will have nightmares from that lol - she is scary looking - how the heck do you add images on here - I have some lovely ones we can all share.
See, I knew there was a writer hidden underneath all that Stevie Nicks hair *hugs*
I will add more tomorrow or late tonight when the inspiration bug hits me - ohhhh are Anne Girl is in for some fun times to be sure!


Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/

Go to Top of Page

CabinCreek-Kentucky
True Blue Farmgirl

8529 Posts

Frannie
Green County Kentucky
USA
8529 Posts

Posted - May 28 2006 :  7:20:19 PM  Show Profile
(6) the dear 'angel' guardian is a doll that i made (with the help of Cat Mahone) who came to teach this angel to our doll club a few years ago.


ooohhh gurlfren .. in person .. this angel is heart-grabbing and endearing. i saw a doll on one of the primitive magazine web-sites (ranting raven) and fell in love with it ... i was the 'momma' of a doll club in maryland (Crooked Tree Hollow Doll Club) for about ten years and every other month i would invite a dollmaker from somewhere in the country to teach more 'primitive' dolls than the little cutesie, prissy ones. I contacted Cat Mahone (doll designer) .. invited her to teach .. she came and the doll club gurlfrenz were enchanted at the new techniques she taught. this is an ALL CLOTH doll .. but looks so much like a very olde cemetary headstone.

You have to create a photo-thingie with a photo-company .. mine i think is photobucket .. instructions are somewhere on maryjane's forum .. it's been so long .. i've forgotten how i created it. but will research back on the forum tomorrow to see if i can find it.

True Friends, Frannie

My KENTUCKY RAMBLINGS 'blog':
http://cabincreekfarm-kentucky.blogspot.com/
Go to Top of Page

CabinCreek-Kentucky
True Blue Farmgirl

8529 Posts

Frannie
Green County Kentucky
USA
8529 Posts

Posted - May 29 2006 :  05:52:36 AM  Show Profile
oh kathy .. hurry! hurry! i'm ready for another chapter!

True Friends, Frannie

My KENTUCKY RAMBLINGS 'blog':
http://cabincreekfarm-kentucky.blogspot.com/
Go to Top of Page

CabinCreek-Kentucky
True Blue Farmgirl

8529 Posts

Frannie
Green County Kentucky
USA
8529 Posts

Posted - May 29 2006 :  06:22:57 AM  Show Profile
gurlz .. wanted to share an e-mail t'wixt kathy and me rather than typing it all out again here. she is so talented! i am soooo enjoying this story .. am going to the library tomorrow to find a copy and re-read it while on vacation next week!

do ya'll know if PIXHOST will work?

pleeeeeeeze some more of you gurlz hop in and add to anne's story! i KNOW there are many of you that are grande 'writers' .. (just by reading your posted stories on the forum and reading you blogs!) even a 'short chapter' would be great!

kathy is an AMAZING writer .. but .. YOU are too! don't be shy .. jus' let your imagination run wild and add to anne's story!

anne ... i loved your description of anne's upcoming picnic .. (i picked some fresh strawberries from my own little patch yesterday .. yummmmm!) and you had me running all over the cabins looking for a 'wicker' picnic basket .. some red checked napkins and checked picnic cloth .. so i could set up a little 'vignette' to photo and post .. as anne prepares the picnic.

oh and georgeanne ... peck out a chapter with that one hand chile!!! can hardly wait to hear what you have to say! i think the more of us that add to the story .. the more charming it will be!

(i'll be gone for ten days .. and hope to come home to lots more chapters!)

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++


from: kathy:
hehehe, I thought it was stone - only goes to show you I know nothing of doll making - I am sure there will be a terribly sad story about some little girl who that headstone belongs to. You are a very good writer - - When do you have time for much of anything! I think I have pixhost and then I can just add the img image thingy?

***********************************

from frannie: oh chile .. this doll is amazing in it's 'stone-like' technique .. i've made tons and tons of dolls and have had lessons from the best doll designers in the country over the years .. but i still tend to gravitate right back to the homely little orphan-lookin' rag chillun. LOVE learning new techniques.

now you talk about SCARY .. i have another favorite doll that we learned in a class from a FANTASTIC primitive doll-maker (lisa gaines from pennsylvania) .. a week after class, i found the doll of one of the other classmates left on my doorstoop with a note ...

("Deb's children cannot sleep at night with me in the house .. please love me and give me a home").

I used to have zillions of dolls setting about and hanging from the rafters at our 'big house' .. but have had to pare down big time .. and ... these two 'scary black dolls' .. and my 'gravestone angel' are among the few that have made the 'cut' to live at Cabin Creek Farm.

And OH MY YES! Baby Girl LaFever's little spirit leaves her tiny grave and wanders around an olde farmhouse in New Hampshire where a friend used to live. AND the AMAZING part is that this friend moved from Oregon to New Hampshire where she and her husband had never lived before (they have since moved back to Oregon).

HERE is the AMAZING part:

Taking a walk one day .. she discovered a tiny grave with a small headstone that simply read: BABY GIRL LaFEVER.

(And did i mention ... my friend's last name is LaFever!!!!)

Absolutely NO RELATION that they could track!!! Just 'coincidence' with a very unusual last name!

She has a small daughter who also almost died in that house. Turns out that a rabbit had fallen in the well, and the contaminated water almost killed her. AND .. the source of her sickness was discovered by a neighbor .. a nephew of Tasha Tudor!

After her second daughter was born in the house .. and after her oldest daughter's illness ... they DISTINCTLY started hearing a little girl's voice saying: "Mama .. Mama". As if the child was roaming from room to room looking for her mama.

Ohhh .. i will somehow weave this child into our Anne story .. and remember .. there is a 'connection' felt by Anne!





i think your pixhost thingie will work. Let me know if you can't figure out how to post photos .. and i'll let ya' know!


ohhhhhhhhh .. i think i'll share Baby Girl LaFever's post with all the farmgirls .. i'll just post this e-mail there too!

****************************




True Friends, Frannie

My KENTUCKY RAMBLINGS 'blog':
http://cabincreekfarm-kentucky.blogspot.com/
Go to Top of Page

asnedecor
True Blue Farmgirl

1054 Posts

Anne
Portland Or
USA
1054 Posts

Posted - May 29 2006 :  07:00:53 AM  Show Profile
Kathy -

Go to photobucket.com. Start an album there. Once you have loaded pictures in your album you can attach them here. To do that in a thread that is already going, like this one, instead of doing the quick reply, click on reply to topic. When that screen appears you have a small tool bar at the top and in that tool bar is an icon that has an image like a photo. If you click that it will give you this [img][img] To paste your picture, go back to photo bucket and under the photo you want to post, pick the img connection, copy and paste between these two brackets. You can practice in the test area of the forum.

Anne in Portland

"Second star to the right, straight on till morning" Peter Pan

Edited by - asnedecor on May 29 2006 07:03:00 AM
Go to Top of Page

EnchantedWoodsGirl
True Blue Farmgirl

959 Posts

Kathy
New Jersey
USA
959 Posts

Posted - May 29 2006 :  08:57:06 AM  Show Profile
Love you Frannie! I will be adding more today if you all can wait till a little later, I have some chores to do and that darned John Boy is in his room writing again lol - I have been thinking all day - u are going to love this ever continuing story of Anne of Green Gables Revisited!


Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/

Go to Top of Page

Aunt George
True Blue Farmgirl

1476 Posts

Georgann
Midlothian VA
1476 Posts

Posted - May 29 2006 :  4:20:46 PM  Show Profile
Hey all,
My left hand is recovering far faster than my right one did. It still hurts alot to type, BUT, as soon as Kathy posts her next installment, I'll try my hand at a wee chapter too. I love to write and have been writing for years. I have an unpublished MG novel about a sharecropper's daughter during WW2 Texas. My publisher optioned it, but unfortunately, he went defunct, so I have to be content with working on revisions for now. I am really looking forward to the next chapter Kathy my girl, so get postin' love! Oh, and I opened your package and stuck in a little something extra I made for you today. It really reminds me of you! Hugs and talk to you later!
Aunt George
Go to Top of Page

Aunt George
True Blue Farmgirl

1476 Posts

Georgann
Midlothian VA
1476 Posts

Posted - May 29 2006 :  5:10:17 PM  Show Profile
I decided to join ye ole bloggers. Check out the first twinklings of my public thoughts here:

http://auntgeorgeshouse.blogspot.com/

I'm still trying to figure out how to post links.

hugs,
Aunt George
Go to Top of Page

EnchantedWoodsGirl
True Blue Farmgirl

959 Posts

Kathy
New Jersey
USA
959 Posts

Posted - May 31 2006 :  7:10:34 PM  Show Profile
Gals, after four days with hubby home and his escapade yesterday, I took the day off to recover my sanity hehehe - tomorrow I will be right back with more of your Anne Girl's adventure -

Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/

Go to Top of Page

EnchantedWoodsGirl
True Blue Farmgirl

959 Posts

Kathy
New Jersey
USA
959 Posts

Posted - Jun 01 2006 :  5:25:36 PM  Show Profile
Here you go gals, a little more to our Anne story!

Anne and Diana walked arm in arm along the path through Violet Vale, stopping every so often to pick a few of the lovely velvety purple flowers. The air was warm with just a hint of a breeze that blew the delicate scent of violets and wild roses towards them. Anne inhaled deeply as if to hold this glorious scent in her body forever.

“Don’t you just love the smell of flowers Diana? When I die, I hope that someone will plant a lovely pink rosebush on my grave and honeysuckle too.”

“Don’t talk silly Anne ~ how will you know what is there when you are dead?”

“Oh but Diana, I will know, I can feel it in my heart. I think when we leave here that our spirits stay close to the people and places we have loved best during our lives. I feel certain of it. I know I shall never leave Green Gables, it is etched in my heart forever Diana.

Anne grew quiet as if pondering something very important.

“Diana, I found something in the cemetery the other day when I went back to look for the perfect tree to have our picnic under. It was nearly hidden by a thicket. Just thinking of it gives me gooseflesh on my arms” Anne spoke with such conviction in her voice that Diana stopped dead in her tracks.

“Anne, what was it – you look like you have seen a ghost!”

“It might as well have been Diana. There was the most pitifully sad looking Guardian Angel gravestone ~ she looked so lonely, it made me cry just looking at her. There was an old metal marker beneath the dirt that said “Baby Girl LaFever.”

“Oh Anne, I am sure there are lots of children buried in that old graveyard.” Diana spoke as if to comfort Anne who still looked very distraught.

“Diana, I have not told another living soul this for fear they would think I have gone daft.”

“You can tell me Anne, I ‘m your bosom friend. What is it?”

“When I put my hands in the dirt to uncover the marker, I had the oddest feeling. It was like I was supposed to find that grave, but it was more than that. I had the oddest feeling that I was being watched.”

“Don’t be silly Anne. It was probably just the wind or an animal nearby.”

“No, Diana – I distinctly felt the presence of someone.”

“Well Anne, I think you should mention this to Marilla. At least mention the name to her, she and Matthew have lived here so long I am sure they will tell you who the baby belonged to. Don’t fret so much Anne; it is too beautiful a day to be so glum.

Diana was right, she would just ask Marilla. For now, she put the thought of the morose Guardian Angel and the unknown baby girl from her mind. She and Diana would be off now to pick strawberries for the heart-shaped tarts they would be making for the picnic.

The girls had decided to have their picnic on the first day of summer. Anne felt it a perfect time ~ a magical time when the veil between the world of faeries and humans would be very thin. Maybe they would be able to gather the dew that fell off the ferns in the valley. It has long since been rumored that the very dew from those ferns on the summer solstice would make a person invisible to the faerie folk.

Anne often thought about faeries ~ she just knew that they existed. She could imagine them clear as day in her mind – their gowns of gossamer and silken spider webs as intricate wings on their backs. Many times, out of the corner of her eye she could swear that she had seen them fluttering around the hollyhocks and foxglove in the cottage garden Marilla kept ~ she could almost hear them giggling as they darted quickly out of site. Marilla did not know it, but Anne had grown accustomed to leaving the fey folk tiny offerings in the hollows of trees; a piece of a cookie, a thimble full of milk and of course something shiny, for faeries just loved glittery shiny things to decorate their secret homes with.


Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/

Go to Top of Page
Page: of 2 Reading Room: Previous Topic Anne of Green Gables Round Robin Story Next Topic  
Next Page
 New Topic  Reply to Topic
 Printer Friendly
Jump To:
Snitz Forums 2000 Go To Top Of Page