Sunday, April 20, 2014

Monday, March 10, 2014

~My Sweet Sasha~

You left much too soon...and it has left a hole in my soul that cannot be filled and for which there can be no solace.
Every day I am here without you, my heart will ache for you my beloved friend....


Another Crow Life Lesson:  Never let yourself believe that things cannot get worse, or that you have no more tears to shed.....

Friday, February 14, 2014

Happy Hearts Day.......

I wish for each of you a heart that is full of joy and laughter....and as light as a summer morning's breeze....

 (Some of my old German candy containers and an old metal lunch box....)

(My old wash sticks and laundry paddles...and one of my scrub boards that has a heart cut-out....)

 (One of Mother Nature's hearts.....Come on, you didn't think I could do two posts in a row without some of the white stuff, did ya??)


  You have made my heart smile so...

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Hearts of My Heart.....









And a heart that lifted my heart just when I needed it most....

 
Thank you sweet friend......

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

The Taphophobic Crow.....

Taphophobia:  The medical term for the irrational fear of being buried alive.....
 In the 17th and 18th centuries, the rate of individuals being buried alive was quite high....mostly due to the high number of people dying of diseases such as cholera, smallpox, etc.
Those dying of disease were generally not thoroughly examined to make sure they were truly dead out of fear of contamination.... They also tended to be buried quickly to prevent the spread of whatever disease they had contracted and led to their demise.

Taphophobia hit its peak in the 18th and 19th centuries and there are numerous documented cases of premature burials....
Some very famous people were actually taphophobics....including George Washington, Chopin, and Hans Christian Anderson. George instructed his attendants to not put his body in the vault any sooner than 3 days after he passed.  (So, wonder no more why a "wake" is called a "wake" and bodies usually aren't buried immediately.)  Chopin requested that he be cut open to make sure he wouldn't be alive when he was dead.  And Anderson used to leave a card on his dresser every night before he went to bed saying "I am not really dead."
One of the saddest cases of premature interment occurred in the 1850's in South Carolina.  A young girl, who was believed to have died of diphtheria, was buried in family's mausoleum.  However, when her brother later died in the Civil War and the tomb was opened for his interment, the little girl's skeleton was found not where she had been laid to rest, but on the floor just behind the locked door.
  
 The prevalence of the phenomena actually led to the invention of various versions of "safety coffins."  These were coffins which were designed to either allow the "undeceased" to get out, or, more commonly to give them the ability to alert the outside world of the fact that they were still alive. One such device had a rope attached to a bell on the surface and to the deceased's hand in the coffin.....(Now you know where the term "dead ringer" comes from....)
In 1896, a group was formed called the "Society for the Prevention of People Being Buried Alive."  One of the group's goals was to have a law passed that prohibited a body from being buried until strong putrefaction and smell were evident.
I take issue with the definition of taphophobia...
 ...I don't think there's anything "irrational" at all about it....

Thursday, January 30, 2014

The Whiting.....

It's begun.....

....that period of time here in Nod when everything becomes white....



 
Very, very, white..... 


The Whiting....
(And I'm not talking fish....)

With the "sticking" snows beginning early in October, and the heaviest (March) snows yet to come, it's about this time that one starts questioning their sanity.  Things that were, aren't....and things that weren't are.... (Remember last year during The Whiting our mailbox went MIA.....???)

Anyways....There isn't much of color to report here....hence my silence.  
The wee bit of Christmas I put up this year is mostly still up.....(It's part of The Whiting Madness you know.....or so says I.)  I have, for the first time in a long, long, time, picked up my hook, my punch and my needle (no, not all at the same time Sillies!), but have not made any share-worthy progress.  All projects, however, involve hearts, so I best get moving or they will be put away, unfinished, until the heart mood strikes again in a year or so.

For now, I'll leave you with a few hearts that have made it out and about here.... (Hey, they're red, and so blend in fine with the left-over Christmas decor.....)

   







Stay safe, stay warm....stay sane.....

Friday, January 10, 2014

A Bit of Perspective....

There are places I sometimes go when the noise of my world becomes too ugly and loud.  


In the quiet, cluttered, corners and dusty shelves of these places, my troubles gradually shrink in perspective.   


 Surrounded by reflections of the harshness of earlier days, the past somehow soothes the present.


Shadows are no longer feared nor fearful....


...but beguiling friends who sometimes share their secrets with me....


...or leave me pensive and curious.


But, inevitably and unequivocally, richer in spirit.