Happy Mother's Day

Going back to PEI in my mind and with a photo interpretation....

Well, I do long to go back.  The pull is strong.  The only thing that may be done at present is to go back to the photos and re-interpret the best that I can do.  Someday, I will return!!

Grandfather Montgomery's House is for sale!!

Here is a link to the "Lucy Maud Montgomery Museum" that is now for sale.  Robert Montgomery, Maud's 1st cousin-once removed, is retiring.  He is calling this a "turnkey operation"-which one would assume means that the famous green china dog, Magog, would be included in the sale.  It must be hard for the family to give up these relics.

Lucy Maud Montgomery Museum

Just an Anne feeling photograph from my hometown

Very Anne like photographs taken in my hometown

Happy St. Patricks Day from the Green Gables Fan Club

Gazing down the hill at Green Gables

Cavendish, PEI

The Cavendish Shore - July 2010

Park Corner, "Silver Bush" - Side View

Side view of Park Corner, home to Maud's Campbell cousins and the prototype for "Silver Bush"

"After Green Gables"

At Google Books:

"After Green Gables"

Above is a link to "After Green Gables" by Paul and Hildi Froese Tiessen which can be read at Google Books.  This book is also available at Amazon.com but is still rather pricey.  I very much enjoyed reading through some Chapters of this book, 1919 - 1920, and I must say that I find these letters to Ephraim Weber (Maud's long time pen pal) to be much more illuminating than The Selected Journals.  

So, for the LM Montgomery die-hards, the Google Books link is worth taking a look around.

Here is the link at Amazon.......  "After Green Gables" at Amazon.com

"Silver Bush"

aka:  Park Corner, PEI

Green Gables with new photo editor

I printed some of these photos at the local pharmacy print shop and they look pretty nice.  My new photo editor is certainly giving me something to work with (given that these photos are almost a year old.)  It really is time to return to PEI with my camera.  I will work on this.

This is the yard that runs between the Green Gables House and the barn.

A Cavendish sunset

Adding a water color effect.

Park Corner

It feels like it's time to go back there!!'

PEI Photos, reworked III

Dreams of Prince Edward Island - reworking photos II

I found the original photo CD from my trip.  Now, I will have more photos to play with and to dream of PEI.

Dalvay and other photos reworked

Dalvay, Prince Edward Island, Canada

It must be time for me to return to PEI because I seem to be spending a lot of time on reworking these old photographs.

 I wonder if Maud ever visited the Dalvay????



I keep coming back to this photo and reworking it.

It was so much fun to be here!



The bridge to Rainbow Hollow

 

Lower Bedeque, Schoolhouse, where Maud taught school



In sympathy with Bertie Wooster

Fry & Laurie as "Jeeves & Wooster"

My PEI traveling companion (a Canadian by the way) has sent me the "Jeeves & Wooster" Granada TV series on DVD for Christmas.  In this wonderful comedy series, Hugh Laurie (yes, Emmy winning Hugh Laurie of "House" fame) plays to perfection the part of upper crust British gentleman, Bertie Wooster. Steven Fry plays his perfect foil, the "gentleman's gentleman", only known to us as "Jeeves."

The Jeeves & Wooster books were famously written by comic writer PG Wodehouse.  Hugh Laurie, who seems to have had a troubled childhood, and has given great credit to Wodehouse for having "saved" his life.  

I really couldn't say it better as concerns my own teenage years and having stumbled upon LM Montgomery's "Anne of Green Gables" that day in my church library.

Laurie says it so well for me that I will quote him here.  You only need substitute "LM Montgomery" for "PG Wodehouse" and there you will have my own experience.

Hats off to Montgomery and to Wodehouse for credit due!


"Glancing over my school reports from the year 1972, I observe that the words "ghastly" and "desperate" feature strongly, while "no", "not", "never" and "again" also crop up more often than one would expect in a random sample. My history teacher's report actually took the form of a postcard from Vancouver.


But this, you will be nauseated to learn, is a tale of redemption. In about my 13th year, it so happened that a copy of Galahad at Blandings by P. G. Wodehouse entered my squalid universe, and things quickly began to change. From the very first sentence of my very first Wodehouse story, life appeared to grow somehow larger. There had always been height, depth, width and time, and in these prosaic dimensions I had hitherto snarled, cursed, and not washed my hair. But now, suddenly, there was Wodehouse, and the discovery seemed to make me gentler every day. By the middle of the fifth chapter I was able to use a knife and fork, and I like to think that I have made reasonable strides since.


I spent the following couple of years meandering happily back and forth through Blandings Castle and its environs - learning how often the trains ran, at what times the post was collected, how one could tell if the Empress was off-colour, why the Emsworth Arms was preferable to the Blue Boar - until the time came for me to roll up the map of adolescence and set forth into my first Jeeves novel. It was The Code of the Woosters, and things, as they used to say, would never be the same again."

Jeeves & Wooster

 

   

"Among the Pines" by Lucy Maud Montgomery

A cabin amongst the pines in Salisbury, NC with the LM Montgomery Journals resting on the bookshelf

AMONG THE PINES

Here let us linger at will and delightsomely hearken
Music aeolian of wind in the boughs of pine,
Timbrel of falling waters, sounds all soft and sonorous,
Worshipful litanies sung at a bannered shrine.

Deep let us breathe the ripeness and savor of balsam,
Tears that the pines have wept in sorrow sweet,
With its aroma comes beguilement of things forgotten,
Long-past hopes of the years on tip-toeing feet.

Far in the boskiest glen of this wood is a dream and a silence­
Come, we shall claim them ours ere look we long;
A dream that we dreamed and lost, a silence richly hearted,
Deep at its lyric core with the soul of a song.

If there be storm, it will thunder a march in the branches,
So that our feet may keep true time as we go;
If there be rain, it will laugh, it will glisten, and beckon,
Calling to us as a friend all lightly and low.

If it be night, the moonlight will wander winsomely with us,
If it be hour of dawn, all heaven will bloom,
If it be sunset, it's glow will enfold and pursue us.
To the remotest valley of purple gloom.

Lo! the pine wood is a temple where the days meet to worship,
Laying their cark and care for the nonce aside,
God, who made it, keeps it as a witness to Him forever,
Walking in it, as a garden, at eventide.

Lucy Maud Montgomery