Thursday, March 12, 2009

Little House

My mother nick-named the farm house where I was born, in rural Maryland tobacco country "Little House on the Patuxent" and I'm sure Laura Ingles would have approved. A tiny tenant farmer shack with three rooms and a wood stove for heat, rented by my parents for fifty dollars a month, (including use of the the barn and fenced fields!!!) Sigh, I long for the days when bohemian visionaries could score a spot for a song, spacious in land, character, and creative potential, if not in rooms.

My Mother lovingly recorded it all for me, through the filter of her own vision and simple folk artistry, recording the substance of childhood memory with more accuracy than any photograph. This hand drawn fabric book, made to teach me the names of household furnishings, is now a touchstone with my past, and my folks so radiant and full of life. So excited to create there own beautiful utopia, chalk full of home-made style, and bohemian flair.

Man, was I a lucky kid!

This is what I've learned...

Any home worth it salt must have:

hardwood flors
claw foot tubs
thrifty antique furniture
big trees
A good home is better with:
big porches
fire places, or wood stoves
streams, ferns and mosses
lady slippers in the woods,
hikeing trails
wood shingles
wooden beams
big barns
big fields
a chicken coop
ponies and chickens,
gingerbread on the porch beams
an old weathered boat and a dogwood tree in the front yard,
a tepee sweat lodge and rainbow school buss,
a hand painted swing set
and family


Anonymous said...

Soooo sweet!
The book looks as adorable as you do!

The Body Electric said...

Seriously, I am in awe of the lives/childhood charm your family has grown up with.

Your blogs are a lovely window into a shop of curiosities galore!

Eleni said...

I am in awe!

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