TOPSY & TURVY
Topsy and Turvy were attached doll sisters who lived in a dusty corner of a wooden shelf down in the cottage basement. Long since abandoned by children who were now grown-ups, the dolls spent long lonely hours staring out the window at the lake and wistfully recalling days gone past.
When Topsy stood, her long beautiful blue gown adorned with roses covered up Turvy. When Turvy was upright, her garish and patched skirt covered up Topsy. The two loved each other though and equally took turns staring out the window into the world.
They were surrounded by random books: books running the gantlet from grade school to college years and beyond. To help pass the time they read to each other passages from mysteries, love stories, classics, poetry books, encyclopedias, cook books, camp journals, and many more.
One afternoon on Topsy’s watch she spotted a dusty leather book called, “Spells For All That You Wish For”. Curious, she leafed through the tome until she stopped at an entry that was titled, “Bringing Dolls to Life”.
Turvy was taking a nap at the time but woke suddenly when Topsy gave a shout of glee. Together they made a plan to chant the spell under the first full moon. After about three long weeks the moon finally rose over the lake like a giant white ceramic dish, casting its sparkling wavering trail over the water and streaming in through the basement window.
Over and over both dolls chanted:
Release our dreams into the sky, spirits, and listen to our appeal
In the night and the light of the full full moon we desire to be real
We thank you for your guidance, spirits, and before you we both kneel
Exhausted and disappointed they finally collapsed in a heap of colored crocheted wool and fell asleep.
The next morning they awoke on the floor, sprang to their feet and stared at each other in stunned silence.
Topsy broke the impass by jumping up and down, hugging Turvy, and tearfully crying out in glee, “We are real! We are real!”
Turvy however broke into another kind of tears.
Topsy, realizing her beloved sister’s fears, put her arms around her and whispered, “All is well Turvy. I will protect you. We will have great adventures together, just you see.”
(to be continued)
Topsy and Turvy were attached doll sisters who lived in a dusty corner of a wooden shelf down in the cottage basement. Long since abandoned by children who were now grown-ups, the dolls spent long lonely hours staring out the window at the lake and wistfully recalling days gone past.
When Topsy stood, her long beautiful blue gown adorned with roses covered up Turvy. When Turvy was upright, her garish and patched skirt covered up Topsy. The two loved each other though and equally took turns staring out the window into the world.
They were surrounded by random books: books running the gantlet from grade school to college years and beyond. To help pass the time they read to each other passages from mysteries, love stories, classics, poetry books, encyclopedias, cook books, camp journals, and many more.
One afternoon on Topsy’s watch she spotted a dusty leather book called, “Spells For All That You Wish For”. Curious, she leafed through the tome until she stopped at an entry that was titled, “Bringing Dolls to Life”.
Turvy was taking a nap at the time but woke suddenly when Topsy gave a shout of glee. Together they made a plan to chant the spell under the first full moon. After about three long weeks the moon finally rose over the lake like a giant white ceramic dish, casting its sparkling wavering trail over the water and streaming in through the basement window.
Over and over both dolls chanted:
Release our dreams into the sky, spirits, and listen to our appeal
In the night and the light of the full full moon we desire to be real
We thank you for your guidance, spirits, and before you we both kneel
Exhausted and disappointed they finally collapsed in a heap of colored crocheted wool and fell asleep.
The next morning they awoke on the floor, sprang to their feet and stared at each other in stunned silence.
Topsy broke the impass by jumping up and down, hugging Turvy, and tearfully crying out in glee, “We are real! We are real!”
Turvy however broke into another kind of tears.
Topsy, realizing her beloved sister’s fears, put her arms around her and whispered, “All is well Turvy. I will protect you. We will have great adventures together, just you see.”
(to be continued)
THE HAUNTED HOUSE ACROSS THE LAKE
When I was 14 and my best friend was 15, we got into the habit of sneaking out our bedroom windows late at night and hijacking my parent's VW camper van. We had it made: all the Canadian beer we wanted for free from a friend who worked and stole it from the local brewery, bags of pot from my loser dealer boyfriend, and wheels!! We would camp at various places (parks, in driveways of partying friends, once in a cow field, once behind the Dairy Queen in town, twice we fell asleep at the drive-In movie theater). Our MO was to get up early and go home in time before our parents got up and then catch the bus for high school.
One night Jody had this great idea. We would camp across the lake at this abandoned inn. It consisted of about a dozen of broken down cabins and a main office. So we chugged around the bay and parked ourselves in front of one of cabins.
We built a camp fire and started telling ghost stories, one more crazier than the other as the evening wore on and the beers got low and we got high. We fell asleep in our usual spots: Jodes taking the back pull out and me squished in the platform in front.
About 3 we woke up to the sound of a door banging. Not just random banging, but a pattern almost Morse code like ...---... or something like that. Jodes was a lot braver than I so she started to venture out with her flashlight. We both saw the front light suddenly go on in the cabin, also doing a pattern of 'on off off on off off' flashes.
Jodes tried to start the VW but either from terror or some other paranormal activity the engine would not turn over. We both peed in the sink because we were so scared and we stayed awake all night.
Right at dawn the banging and the strobe light stopped. The engine started immediately and we drove as fast as the old van could carry us back to our houses.
We never went back and that old Inn has been bull dozed years ago, but Jodes and I remember every detail to this day and haven't stole a car since.
When I was 14 and my best friend was 15, we got into the habit of sneaking out our bedroom windows late at night and hijacking my parent's VW camper van. We had it made: all the Canadian beer we wanted for free from a friend who worked and stole it from the local brewery, bags of pot from my loser dealer boyfriend, and wheels!! We would camp at various places (parks, in driveways of partying friends, once in a cow field, once behind the Dairy Queen in town, twice we fell asleep at the drive-In movie theater). Our MO was to get up early and go home in time before our parents got up and then catch the bus for high school.
One night Jody had this great idea. We would camp across the lake at this abandoned inn. It consisted of about a dozen of broken down cabins and a main office. So we chugged around the bay and parked ourselves in front of one of cabins.
We built a camp fire and started telling ghost stories, one more crazier than the other as the evening wore on and the beers got low and we got high. We fell asleep in our usual spots: Jodes taking the back pull out and me squished in the platform in front.
About 3 we woke up to the sound of a door banging. Not just random banging, but a pattern almost Morse code like ...---... or something like that. Jodes was a lot braver than I so she started to venture out with her flashlight. We both saw the front light suddenly go on in the cabin, also doing a pattern of 'on off off on off off' flashes.
Jodes tried to start the VW but either from terror or some other paranormal activity the engine would not turn over. We both peed in the sink because we were so scared and we stayed awake all night.
Right at dawn the banging and the strobe light stopped. The engine started immediately and we drove as fast as the old van could carry us back to our houses.
We never went back and that old Inn has been bull dozed years ago, but Jodes and I remember every detail to this day and haven't stole a car since.
LARGE BABIES FLYING THROUGH THE SKY
A few years ago I had this re-occurring dream in which I was responsible for the care and safety of an over large baby. The baby never smiled and was eerily silent. Each night the baby was different and I don't remember the sex of it. In each dream I knew that the baby wasn't mine, and I was not in love with him or her at all. However it was a huge obligation that I took very seriously. I felt great anxiety because I was constantly in danger of dropping this bulky baby because it was too heavy. I couldn't get the baby into the crib, I almost dropped him out of the car and I couldn't even hoist him up into his high chair.
I mentioned this dream to one of our daughters and she looked up the meaning either in a book or on the Internet. We determined that I had something new in my life that required great care and attention, but something out of my control. And this was so! At the time someone close to us was going through great struggles. Now I now longer have that dream since now that person is mastering those demons.
I did pastels of my dream babies flying through exotically colored skys.
A few years ago I had this re-occurring dream in which I was responsible for the care and safety of an over large baby. The baby never smiled and was eerily silent. Each night the baby was different and I don't remember the sex of it. In each dream I knew that the baby wasn't mine, and I was not in love with him or her at all. However it was a huge obligation that I took very seriously. I felt great anxiety because I was constantly in danger of dropping this bulky baby because it was too heavy. I couldn't get the baby into the crib, I almost dropped him out of the car and I couldn't even hoist him up into his high chair.
I mentioned this dream to one of our daughters and she looked up the meaning either in a book or on the Internet. We determined that I had something new in my life that required great care and attention, but something out of my control. And this was so! At the time someone close to us was going through great struggles. Now I now longer have that dream since now that person is mastering those demons.
I did pastels of my dream babies flying through exotically colored skys.
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