Weblog 84
September 16, 2007~ 12:00am
Been looking for haunted stuff again on the web- such is my appetite for Halloween-ish things, and came upon this while doing a search on 'haunted bed and breakfasts'
and that came up. It's the "DOG BARK PARK INN", located in Idaho. Two story, frame structure shaped like a dog. Humans are strange creatures. Some of us apparently long to lounge inside of man's best friend.
"...this B&B is located inside the body of the world’s largest Beagle. If you look closely, there’s a set of stairs at the backend of the dog and guests enter the body of the beagle from a spacious 2nd story deck. Once inside, you’ll find sleeping accommodations in the loft in the head of the dog and there’s a cozy reading nook in the dog’s muzzle."
Not haunted, but weird and fun for sure!
Well, at least this baby's been neutered. I'd hate to think that anyone would want to brag they'd spent the night tucked cozily inside a dog's nuts....
Here's the real deal though. This little homely little fellow is Robert, the Haunted Doll
He lives in Key West, Florida, where he's been consigned to a museum there, but his origin is 1896, when a Panamanian servant gave the doll to her employer's son. She made the doll from clay and straw, 3 ft. high, almost like a real child- and the story is the damn thing was rife with voodoo- payback for all the mistreatment the servants suffered in their employment. The doll was consigned to the attic of his original home here
where neighbors swore they could see the doll walking back and forth in the turret. Reports of Robert locking doors on children and staring them down, switching his lion buddy from one knee to the other- creepy things like that- abounded. Robert now resides in a historical museum in Key West. The rascal's just waiting for you to visit, don't you think?
For more about Robert, click here. Such things fascinate me......
September 17, 2007~ 8:00pm
I've been thinking about things that give comfort tonight; how all of us everywhere have certain things we cling to that give a sense of 'centeredness' and of ease. It might be that pot of coffee started after the workday, or the feel of a particularly silky coverlet or a favorite pair of old dungarees (anyone still remember the term 'dungarees'? LOL!) Well I have a bunch of 'em and the 3 already mentioned are on the list, but I suppose one of most universal symbols of personal comfort-giver is the good old TEDDY BEAR!
Ah gees, what a little sweetie, reaching out to that fuzzy-wuzzy as though he's her last friend in the world. So many vintage pictures I've looked at this evening feature the beloved stuffed teddy bear. It's a thing that's never lost its appeal and always- always- you can feel tendrils of need wrapped right around those furry paws.
I have 3 bears on my bed right now....ratty-looking for the most part, cast to the side when I pull back the sheets and crawl in bed, but those buddies are there for me; sometimes a leg will toss across one, or an arm will land on their silky nap at night- and I love them.
You never outgrow them. They're part of the past we carry right along with us. Any carnival or roadside fair will have booths where the beloved bear is the prize, rows of 'em. I can see them lined up under the lights, their shiny eyes looking out, sporting new, crisp, and as yet unrumpled, big red bows....teddy bears are the part of childhood we can still carry with us unabashedly, and everyone knows a bear is for hugging.
If you're a guy and you've given up your bears, what's replaced them? I'll bet something has- (but honestly, you can still keep a bear propped up properly on a ledge somewhere just to look at now and then- just to know the old boy's there, and why not? In this cold, cold world, we need all the help we can get.) Avail yourself of the bear! That's what they're there for.
September 19, 2007~ 8:30pm
This is possibly one of the most wonderful people you'll ever come across. And he's dying. When I think of courage, poise, humility and generosity in the future, chances are I'll be setting this guy as the standard. It's hard enough to die so young and so swiftly, but to do it with elan is more than most can handle. This fella' is remarkable.
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Been looking for haunted stuff again on the web- such is my appetite for Halloween-ish things, and came upon this while doing a search on 'haunted bed and breakfasts'
and that came up. It's the "DOG BARK PARK INN", located in Idaho. Two story, frame structure shaped like a dog. Humans are strange creatures. Some of us apparently long to lounge inside of man's best friend.
"...this B&B is located inside the body of the world’s largest Beagle. If you look closely, there’s a set of stairs at the backend of the dog and guests enter the body of the beagle from a spacious 2nd story deck. Once inside, you’ll find sleeping accommodations in the loft in the head of the dog and there’s a cozy reading nook in the dog’s muzzle."
Not haunted, but weird and fun for sure!
Well, at least this baby's been neutered. I'd hate to think that anyone would want to brag they'd spent the night tucked cozily inside a dog's nuts....
Here's the real deal though. This little homely little fellow is Robert, the Haunted Doll
He lives in Key West, Florida, where he's been consigned to a museum there, but his origin is 1896, when a Panamanian servant gave the doll to her employer's son. She made the doll from clay and straw, 3 ft. high, almost like a real child- and the story is the damn thing was rife with voodoo- payback for all the mistreatment the servants suffered in their employment. The doll was consigned to the attic of his original home here
where neighbors swore they could see the doll walking back and forth in the turret. Reports of Robert locking doors on children and staring them down, switching his lion buddy from one knee to the other- creepy things like that- abounded. Robert now resides in a historical museum in Key West. The rascal's just waiting for you to visit, don't you think?
For more about Robert, click here. Such things fascinate me......
September 17, 2007~ 8:00pm
I've been thinking about things that give comfort tonight; how all of us everywhere have certain things we cling to that give a sense of 'centeredness' and of ease. It might be that pot of coffee started after the workday, or the feel of a particularly silky coverlet or a favorite pair of old dungarees (anyone still remember the term 'dungarees'? LOL!) Well I have a bunch of 'em and the 3 already mentioned are on the list, but I suppose one of most universal symbols of personal comfort-giver is the good old TEDDY BEAR!
Ah gees, what a little sweetie, reaching out to that fuzzy-wuzzy as though he's her last friend in the world. So many vintage pictures I've looked at this evening feature the beloved stuffed teddy bear. It's a thing that's never lost its appeal and always- always- you can feel tendrils of need wrapped right around those furry paws.
I have 3 bears on my bed right now....ratty-looking for the most part, cast to the side when I pull back the sheets and crawl in bed, but those buddies are there for me; sometimes a leg will toss across one, or an arm will land on their silky nap at night- and I love them.
You never outgrow them. They're part of the past we carry right along with us. Any carnival or roadside fair will have booths where the beloved bear is the prize, rows of 'em. I can see them lined up under the lights, their shiny eyes looking out, sporting new, crisp, and as yet unrumpled, big red bows....teddy bears are the part of childhood we can still carry with us unabashedly, and everyone knows a bear is for hugging.
If you're a guy and you've given up your bears, what's replaced them? I'll bet something has- (but honestly, you can still keep a bear propped up properly on a ledge somewhere just to look at now and then- just to know the old boy's there, and why not? In this cold, cold world, we need all the help we can get.) Avail yourself of the bear! That's what they're there for.
September 19, 2007~ 8:30pm
This is possibly one of the most wonderful people you'll ever come across. And he's dying. When I think of courage, poise, humility and generosity in the future, chances are I'll be setting this guy as the standard. It's hard enough to die so young and so swiftly, but to do it with elan is more than most can handle. This fella' is remarkable.
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