Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Fairies at Piney Point

 Samantha and Julia were spending the week up at Piney Point and decided to go exploring farther than any of the girls had gone before.  They set out through the woods bright and early.

 
They went along the shore of Goose Lake, past Mount Charlotte and Mount George, and went up the slope of the unnamed mountain beyond it.
 
They crossed through a narrow pass and descended the far side.  At the bottom of a deep valley they found a rushing stream across their path.  Not wanting to turn back so soon they took off their shoes and stockings and waded across the swift running stream.

 
On the far side they noticed the opening of a cave right in front of them.

“I don’t remember seeing this cave before we crossed the stream,” said Julia. “It is very strange.”

“Perhaps we were too focused on taking off our shoes, or it was hidden behind shrubbery,” said Samantha.

“I see light at the end,” said Julia, “Let’s see where this tunnel leads!”

“If you’re sure it’s safe,” said Samantha, cautiously.

 
They came out the other side of the tunnel and found themselves in a steep, narrow ravine, the walls of which were covered with moss and strange twisted roots grew over the boulders.

 
“There’s something uncanny about this place,” said Julia, “I can sense it.”

“You’re just tired from this long hike,” suggested Samantha.

“No, I’m not,” Julia went on, “My studies in Theosophy have convinced me that there are other worlds, unseen, all around us; maybe nested like the layers of an onion, or all jumbled together like jackstraws.  There are thin places between the worlds where they touch, and I think we may have passed through one of them.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Samantha was openly skeptical, “You just need to sit and rest for a minute.”

 
They went on and came to a place where the wall of the ravine was pocked with holes and crevasses.

“The other-worldly feeling is getting stronger,” said Julia with mounting alarm, “I get the feeling we are being watched.”

“Well, I’m watching you,” said Samantha, giggling.

 
Little did they realize how right Julia was!

 
“The sheer gall of these human girls entering our realm unbidden!” said one fairy to the other, “We must teach them a lesson in manners!”

“The red-head suspects we are here,” said the second, “and could see us easily if she tried, but the brunette doesn’t believe in us and we’d have to make an effort to show ourselves.”

“Neither one is carrying any iron about their persons . . .”

“They cannot harm us!  We fairies cannot abide iron.”

“They haven’t eaten any food we have offered them . . . “

“We haven’t offered them any.”

“Right.  So, we cannot keep them here against their will, but we can work mischief on them!”

“Let’s do it!”

 
The two fairies manifested themselves.  The girls shrieked in surprise and fright.

“How dare you enter our realm without permission?!”  The first fairy’s voice was high and squeaky but had an effect on the girls like nails on a blackboard.

“You must be taught a lesson!”  squeaked the other one.

“Let’s get them!” screamed the first.

 
The fairies flew at them, buzzing like angry dragonflies.  The girls shrieked and ran, not knowing which way to turn.

 
The next thing the girls knew, they were sitting on a high ledge atop a steep cliff.  They had no idea how they had gotten there, or what had become of their hats.

“I know where we are,” said Julia, “I remember seeing this ledge on our way up the mountain.  The trail home is right down there.”

“Now all we have to do is figure out how to get down to it.”

 
The girls staggered back to Piney Point before dark.

“None of the other girls will believe us when we tell them this adventure,” said Samantha.

“Oh, I don’t know” responded Julia, “Jane and Gila probably believe in fairies, and little Clarice certainly does.  And Kelly understands about the thin places between the worlds.”

“So, we should warn them against going there again,” said Samantha.

“Or at least make sure they carry some iron with them if they do!”


Saturday, April 20, 2019

Passover Seder




It was the first night of Passover, and Gila and Jane held a Seder, inviting Liesel Elizabeth and Clarice to celebrate with them.  They lit the candles and said the blessings for the festival lights and the new season.

Then they poured and said the blessing for the first of four cups of wine.

The youngest child at the Seder has lots of responsibilities.  Clarice asked the Four Questions.  “How different this night is from all other nights!”

They said the blessing for the matzah.

After many more blessings, prayers, readings, hand-washing, a song or two, and a couple more cups of wine, at long last they shared the festive meal!  No blessings this time, just lots of good food.

Clarice found the afikomen, half of piece of matzah hidden earlier by one of the other girls.

 
The festive meal completed, Gila filled the cup for Elijah the Prophet.



Finishing her duties as the youngest, Clarice went to open the door for Elijah, should he happen to come that night.

 
“Next year in Jerusalem!”

Sunday, December 23, 2018

The Christmas Mummers



It was Christmas Eve; the tree was trimmed, the stockings were hung, and Leah, with a pot of hot chocolate and a plate of cookies, was reading Thomas Hardy’s The Return of the Native, as ten-year-old girls are wont to do of a Christmas Eve.  She had just reached the part about the Christmas Mummers, when suddenly there was a furious pounding on the front door.  But before she had time to get up, the door burst open, and in came . . .

The Christmas Mummers!

“Room !  Room!
Give us room to rhyme!
We’re here with some diversion,
Now that it’s Christmastime!

“In comes I, St. George,
That man of courage bold!
With bright broadsword in hand
I won a crown of gold!”

“In comes I, the Valiant Soldier,
Bold Slasher is my name!
With sword and buckler by my side
I mean to win the game!”

“Then battle to battle with you I call,
To see which on the ground will fall!”

“Battle to battle with you I cry,
To see which on the ground will lie!”

!!!

“Alack!  Alack!  Look what I’ve done!
I’ve killed my Father’s only son!
Is there a Doctor can be found
To cure his deep and deadly wound?”

“In comes I, the Doctor!”

“What’s thy cure, Doctor?”

“The Crippen, the palsy, and the gout,
Raging pains both in and out!
Cure the sick, heal the lame,
And bring the dead to life again!”

“What’s thy fee, Doctor?”

“Ten guineas is my fee,
But ten times that I’ll take of thee.”

“Try thy skill, Doctor!”

“I have a bottle by my side,
The fame of which spreads far and wide.
The stuff therein is Elacampane,
And it brings the dead to life again!

A drop to the head,
A drop to the heart,
Arise St. George,
And take thy part!”

“Once I was dead,
But now I’m alive!
Blessed be the Doctor
Who made me revive!”

“With a pocket full of money,
And a cellar full of beer,
We wish you Merry Christmas,
And a Happy New Year!”

“Wonderful!” Leah exclaimed, “St. George, I know you’re Jane, I recognize your accent!  The Doctor must be Kelly, because she’d want to be part of this Ancient Pagan Fertility Ritual.  But Bold Slasher has me stumped!”

“Bailey!  I might have known the three roommates would be in this together.  This calls for hot chocolate and cookies all around!”

“Back home,” Jane said, “when the Yuletide Guisers came to deLacey Hall, the Steward would give them cakes and ale, and a silver penny or two.  But hot chocolate and cookies are just Jim Dandy, and have cakes and ale beat all hollow!  God Rest Ye Merry, Sisters!”