If it weren't so far away, I would go back to Cavendish today and retake the photo of Anne's room at Green Gables and figure out how to get that window from blowing out like that. Of course, good photography takes concentration and that's one thing you can't have in a Tourist attraction, especially a small, crowded space like Green Gables.
I added a lot of contrast and color to the photo by using a Vintage photo editor. The vintage effect applied a strong vignette which will not print out well, but I did get a fairly nice 5 x 7 on this without all of the added vintage drama.
I Compare this room to Emily Dickinson's room at Amherst and I find similarities.
On another note, I have found I have a relative in our local graveyard when I had my sisters DNA tested. I was able to line this person up in her dna matches and family tree, so I wrote to the living relative and got a portrait and a lot of information that local historians did not have before, including the family history such as a candlelight wedding in the Episcopal Church and the telling that one of his descendants had enjoyed tea with Robert Browning while taking a tour in Europe. Cool.
On another note, I have found I have a relative in our local graveyard when I had my sisters DNA tested. I was able to line this person up in her dna matches and family tree, so I wrote to the living relative and got a portrait and a lot of information that local historians did not have before, including the family history such as a candlelight wedding in the Episcopal Church and the telling that one of his descendants had enjoyed tea with Robert Browning while taking a tour in Europe. Cool.
I love the poem by Dickinson called "a day" and I wanted to share it as it is very very pretty and it reminds me of Maud, and if you compare the rooms of the two writers, (though not literally) you can see that there perhaps were some similarities.
A Day
I'll tell you how the sun rose,--
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
"That must have been the sun!"
But how he set, I know not.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while
Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
Emily Dickinson
A collage of Anne's Room in Green Gables , Dickinson's Room in Amherst, MA and my Washington relative buried here in New Bern.
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
"That must have been the sun!"
But how he set, I know not.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while
Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
Emily Dickinson
A collage of Anne's Room in Green Gables , Dickinson's Room in Amherst, MA and my Washington relative buried here in New Bern.
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