my collection of heart shaped rocks
i love discovering these wherever i travel
each one has a story to tell.
“geologists have a saying – rocks remember.”
– neil armstrong
as a collector of the classic golden books
i am endlessly fascinated
by their history, artwork, authors, short tales, and backstories
i finally found and ordered one i’d been looking for
“lucky mrs. ticklefeather”
which seems to have quickly made it’s way through multiple cities
only to land in detroit a few weeks ago
where is has remained
stuck in an ‘in transit’ status
ever since its arrival.
will *mrs. ticklefeather ever be found?
is she still considered lucky?
is there a rival golden book collector near me
looking for the same book?
does paul her pet puffin, have anything to do with this?
it remains to be seen and i remain hopeful
this story isn’t over yet.
*Book summary – Rare ~~ Mrs. Ticklefeather was a very thin old lady with a good sized feather in her hat, and on her feet she had tall black shoes with plenty of buttons. She lived on the top floor of a terribly high building because the top floor is the best place for getting sunshine, and, Oh, what a good thing sunshine is for thin old ladies. When her pet puffin, Paul, goes missing, the elderly Mrs. Ticklefeather becomes very upset, but the next day Paul returns and brings with him a special gift that brings her great and unexpected happiness. Great illustrations in mid- century yet modern style.
“hope is the last thing ever lost.”
No one really knows how these old hobby horses got here, but the herd keeps growing.
ON A SMALL SLICE OF wide-open pasture in the town of Lincoln, Massachusetts, broken-down rocking horses, plastic ponies, metal ponies, and other assorted horse toys have been holding court. As if by magic, ponies have been proliferating along this winding country road, resulting in the peculiar “Ponyhenge.”
The horses started arriving anonymously sometime in 2010, with the placement of a lone hobby horse along picturesque Old Sudbury Road, about 15 miles west of Boston. How and why the rusty little fellow appeared is a mystery, even to Lincolnites who’ve been around a while. One story has the first horse hanging around after a kid’s short-lived lemonade stand, another that he was left over from a Christmas display.
Whatever the real story might be, after the first one appeared things started to get strange. More horses—hobby horses, rocking horses, and horse figurines—began appearing at the site. They are periodically rearranged, sometimes in a circle, sometimes in rows like race horses. Other times they are simply scattered and knocked around, as if they’ve come back from a long night of carousing.
The herd has been growing faster of late, with twice as many horses put out to pasture as there were a couple of years ago. Oddly, no one takes them away—the arrangement only morphs and grows, much to the delight of the family that owns the land. As the owner told the Boston Globe in 2015, “There was something lovely about it being anonymous, and now every time we go away, another one appears.”
While it’s on privately owned land, Ponyhenge is open to anyone who wants to visit.
“they swayed about upon a rocking horse. and thought it pegasus.”
credits: atlas obscura, soaringraven
j.l. hudson department store – detroit, michigan
i have always loved boxes
some for nostalgia or beauty
others for their material or design
as my children know
sometimes a box is my favorite part of a present
yes, i have a kept a few or so.
apple – macbook air
“thanks to my mother, not a single cardboard box has found its way back into society.
we receive gifts in boxes from stores that went out of business twenty years ago.”
one specialized group are those who save the boxes created by apple and the used boxes are actually for sale on ebay.
i only recently gave a gift in my macbook air box that i had saved for no reason other than i loved its amazing design.
see the link below for a look into this apple phenomenon: