Wednesday, December 09, 2009

A Picture Page


Today's Saying
Christmas is a time when you get homesick - even when you're home. ~Carol Nelson

Our house lights.
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Getting the train ready for the tree.

The tree not yet trimmed

video

Pastor Joan looked out the window and there was the good , solid, stone church she had come to love. They were back in 2009. As the day went on she would discover that though they had spent a day in the past they were only gone from the present for about ten minutes. They hadn’t even lost a day.
Mrs. Trumble had gone to the town hall as soon as she knew they were back. “ It was so nice”, she thought” “ to come into a building that was warm and ready for you and where you didn’t have to start a fire to get warm.
Shortly after she arrived at the Town Hall Eugene showed up. He told Mrs. Trumble he would go and see Susan an ask her to put some kind of spell over Pigeon Falls to prevent this from happening again.
Mrs. Trumble immediately asked who is this Susan and why not ask Annabelle.
Eugene , looking troubled explained.” Annabelle is dead. Susan is her daughter and mine. When she was dying she and Susan together cast the spell that restored me to the age I was when I stayed behind and put me back in Pigeon Falls. Believe me my daughter will do what she can for us.”
Mrs. Trumble responded “ If Annabelle is dead and Susan didn’t send us back then we have a problem. Somewhere in Pigeon Falls there is somebody else with that power. What will he or she do next?”
Eugene said he would talk to Susan about that today. Before he left he had one other thing he felt he needed to tell Mrs. Trumble about. It was Susan who sent Pigeon Falls to the past. She knew how it would all play out but she couldn’t change anything. The Monk saw it long ago and it was predestined to happen. She did what destiny’s script demanded of her. She was as trapped as the town was. Perhaps she was even more trapped because she knew that if she didn’t send them back she would not exist. She would never be born and the man who would have been her father would go on being just another drunk.
Then Eugene went up the mountain to talk to Susan.
Pigeon Falls went back to being just plain ordinary Pigeon Falls.
Somewhere in Pigeon Falls a child plays.

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18 Comments:

Blogger Don't Feed The Pixies said...

Hey Dr John - love the pictures. This is definately what we should all be doing with our trees...er...if we had trees that is!

1:47 AM  
Blogger Noe Noe Girl...A Queen of all Trades. said...

WOOT! Love your pictures Dr John! Thanks so much for sharing. Merry Christmas!
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2:19 AM  
Blogger Nessa said...

You house is looking very beautifully Christmasy.

Pigeon Falls will never be just ordinary.

Silly Haiku

2:56 AM  
Blogger Hobo ........ ........ ........ said...

The borders of the roof beautifully lighted. Excellent.

3:21 AM  
Blogger Dulce said...

I love the pictures and the saying WOW man... Where do you find these?
back to the pictures. Thank you for sharing a part of your home with us...Oooh those lovely lights and the train... My son would love to have one of those...full of dynosaurs!!!
Have a nice day- my Knight
:)

4:47 AM  
Blogger Bill ~ {The Old Fart} said...

Merry Christmas Dr John, I hate to say this, but Snow would complete the outside pictures and make it more Festive.

Want some of our snow??

4:52 AM  
Blogger Gattina said...

Your house looks beautiful even without lights! I love the train around your Christmas tree, makes me think of one Christmas when our son got an electric train for small children, it was quite big and had waggons. He put our guinea pig in one of the wagon and it also went around the Christsmas tree, it even liked to travel in the train !

5:44 AM  
Blogger Melli said...

LOL! Apparently Bill doesn't know you've got your own blizzard!

The house is looking really good! I love your outside lights! And of course, the new train!

This is the most fascinating Pigeon Falls Driplet that has ever been I think! You've got SOME imagination my friend! And speaking of children... how is Pastor Joan's baby doing?

6:13 AM  
Blogger rhymeswithplague said...

I haven't put up our tree yet. Every year lately I consider not doing it at all, but I always cave. I'm an old softie.

Love the ongoing, unfolding story of Pigeon Falls and its inhabitants. You do know that you have to live forever, don't you? No one could possibly finish the tale but you.

That ancient language looks an awful lot like Russian. Just sayin'.

6:43 AM  
Blogger DawnTreader said...

That's a lot of lights! I only have a balcony railing to wrap mine around. My dad would love your tree - he was always a railway enthusiast!

6:45 AM  
Blogger Thom said...

Your lights and tree are just amazing. I love the new train and the tree is awesome. Well done my friend.

When will Pigeon Falls ever be normal. I'm curious about the child playing myself.

8:23 AM  
Blogger Finding Pam said...

The lights on the facia are lovely. I love the train around the tree and the sounds.

We use to put my husbands train around our tree, but the cats kept playing with it.

I await the fully decorated tree pictures.

8:28 AM  
Blogger Akelamalu said...

I love your decorations and tree and the little train is just lovely! :)

9:09 AM  
Blogger aims said...

But where's the snow? And the -29C temperatures?

9:36 AM  
Blogger Melissa B. said...

Ooooooohhhhh...I've always wanted a train for Christmas!

6:45 PM  
Anonymous Alice Audrey said...

I love your Christmas tree! What fun!

6:57 PM  
Anonymous quilly said...

Oh no! Quick, somebody needs to teach that child to speak English!

Your tree and train are wonderful.

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